Nancy High School - Guide Post Yearbook (Nancy, KY)

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.. , up . 0511160 is P i 1942 CIMA 06144, O9 Four years ago in thirty-eight We Seniors started to Nancy, And during our time spent here This school we learned to fancy. And to this wonderful school We've all tried to be true, Now you class of Juniors We set an example for you. And for the seconds: the Sophmores We feel you are as great, As we Seniors of forty-two We think that they are straight. Oh! Now the Freshmen Though they are very green, Anywhere on the campus There is one to be seen. Now our beloved teachers We love them best of all, They sure have helped us They've answered every call. Now dear friends of Nancy We hate to say goodbye, Do all you can for our school Dear ole NANCY HIGH. ' -- -PAUL GODBY sf Q , ,W 05

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mm 'iPo4:1f Cla. ,l!5,z.,., O0 While Old Man Time continued on his listless way, we the class of '42 have passed from the green Freshman stage to a more lofty position of dig- nified Seniors: repeating the history and tradition of the many classes before us. History has proved if we are to progress the old order cannot stand. So the old order changeth giving place to the new. When we think of bidding good-bye to our class-mates and teachers, there is at first thought a tinge of regret, but it is quickly replaced by the pleas- ant anticipation of the beginning of a new era in our lives. In 1939 a group of fifty-six eager boys and girls met at Nancy and became organized as the Freshmen class. Throughout the first year we worked rather faithfully and passed our subjects without any difficulty. The second year we acquired the new name of Sophomores. We were struggling onward and were proud of the fact that we were one year nearer our goal-a high school diploma. Our rank had decreased considerably. There were now forty-three members. Our third year as high school students came quickly. More of our class- mates had dropped from the roll, leaving our class only thirty-eight. The J unior-Senior banquet was one of the outstanding events in our Junior year. This school year found a class of thirty-seven assembled here again. We were beginning to feel the responsibility of being the Senior class. We realized more than ever that our high school days were drawing to a close. Together we have striven hard to make this our most successful year. ' We hold a deep gratitude toward our principal and faculty. They were al- ways ready to lend a helping hand when we needed help and advice. There- fore, in behalf of the entire graduating class of 1942, may these words sa- lute the future of the new organization. May a better Nancy continue to contribute to the good of the world. H -ARLEAN HUFF

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sump 'Po-:ff Cldfdd W2Z6i,7A8Cy You know Juanita Brock of N. H. S., Or you've heard of her by now I guess. All day long on stage she toddles, For her skin dresses she now models. Yeippi ki yi ya, is all she can sing, And every day it's the same old thing. Gertrude Burgin never takes a chance, She's way out west on Circle B Ranch. You can talk about Burkett if you want to, He didn't make a failure. He's doing what, I knew he could do, Acting as double for Robert Taylor. They're drafting women in the U. S. A. Edna Mae Collins is on her way. Sergeant Via is her over seer, Now she calls him Sergeant instead of Dear. It's Iva Lee Flynn Taylor now I see, As still can this be prophecy. We thought she lost that last beau, Instead, she married long ago. Gerald Dick is now a lonely heart-breaker, He's left all his hopes to his maker. But if Eternity finds him in the soot, We hope he'll find his rabbit foot. For Leonard Flynn that likable creature, We prophesied president, but he turned to be a preacher. He saw some nice fryers in his neighbors yard, So now he's fighting the Devil with no holds barred. He has tried everything, both good and bad, Paul Godby's just like any other lad. Two years ago he joined the Navy, Now he eats what instead of gravy. Time has flown since '42, But there's nothing he could do. For Haney doesn't run a blacksmith shop, He's just a grouchy old motorcycle cop. Cordia Hargis is now settled down, In the good old state of Alabam. She didn't go horseback or go through the air, She just rode a taxi from here to there. Now don't mind that Arlean Huff, She'll go places on a bluff. In the future l can see, A contented old maid as can be. We've always known that Johny Lane, Would make a. success in the boxing ring. Joe Lewis, Jr. was in a doze, Then Johnny socked him in the nose. He's now a farmer not a mechanic, To see him milk is just a panic. To know the secret won't do any harm, That fellow is Laugherty on a Faubush farm. Josephine Minton was our queen, our star, We thought it couldn't happen, but she's right thar, Now she sits on the judges knee, For she's his wifey, don't you see? Roxie Minton is now a house-wife, She never believed in playing dice. But we'll be waiting to see, What kind of grandmother she will be. Now you can take that Willard Minton, People thought he couldn't succeed. But today he is hitting, For the famous National League. Onedia Muse now I praise, She is gentle in all her ways. As a member of Congress she gets her fill, For now She's working on the Neutrality Bill. Clara Muse as we all know, Did want to be a cow girl so, Now she lives on the lone Prairie, Just Clara alone and her cow-boyee.