New Bern High School - Bruin Yearbook (New Bern, NC)

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ELIZABETH THOMAS Wit will shine Thro' the harsh cadence of a 'rugged line? EDWIN THOMPSON Ah-Why should life all labor be? 464' i SENIORS JOHN THOMAS To worry little, to study less, This is my secret of hap- pinessf' if FETTER WEST None but himself can be himself can be his parallel. Junior Home Room Sec- retary-Treasurerg Presi- dent of Athletic Associa- tion. 14 -QF' x if' 0F 1945 DOROTHY WATSON Red as a rose is she. LOWELL WILLIAMS Like a dog, he hunts in dreams. PATTIE TYSON This is the porcelain clay of human kind. Senior Hi-YQ National High School Poetry Asso- ciation. MARY GRACE WILLIAMS To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield. Semester Honor R011 lfour yearsb: Senior Hi- Y, Secretary: Business Manager of THE BRUINQ Senior Superlative.

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BOB SCOTT A spring of love gush'd from my heart. Cheer leader: Basketball, Co-Captaing Hy-YQ Senior Superlative. DAN SMAW The man of wisdom is a man of years. Junior Home Room Pres- identi Semester Honor Roll ltwo yearsjg Senior Superlative. 1.,,,. 'ft SENIORS HOWARD SHELL The kingliest kings are crowned with thorns, Band3 Junior Basketball Team. MARGARET SMITH 'This is a maid of slight mold, With a heart and head of gold. Junior Hi-Y, Chaplaing Senior Hi-Y: Dramatics Clubg Baseball. .l :5.i, '1g f 1+ Zi' 0F 1945 BETTY JO SHIPP Nothing great was ever achieved without en- thusiasrnf' Junior Hi-Y: Senior Hi-Y, Vice Presidentg Basket- ball: Band: Semester Honor Roll ffour yearsbg Dramatics Clubg Major- ette: National High School Poetry Associationg Sen- ior Superlative. CATHERINE STEWART Blushing is the color of virtue? 'S 4- l', 4 33 .22 Z at w.s .' ,H ,fell ' 4 ,A I , Q 3 I QW 'wi 1 fi x - 'Q if T' E .Mx i Q il VALIN SIMPSON Ask me no questions, and I'll tell you no fibsf' DIARY GRACE TAYLOR 'tWhen she will. she will: and you can depend on it. Semester Honor Roll :two yearsbg French Club. Presidentg Glee Club: National High School Poetry Associationg Sen- ior Class Prophet.

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Seniors whose pictures do not appear: MILDRED HEATH, BOB RHODES, and BILLY JONES. Senior Class 0ffieers ,4-nw! V . ijfesidpnl ------ -.------- -------.--, ..... H E I .EN Jo .AARONS Vice Presidelll ........... ......... --------- - G 5,450.7 MORRIS Secretary-Treasurer ..... ......... ..........-- .l U LM FISHER Senior Class Song U6We'll Meet Againnj By PATTIE FLOWERS ,X -.... ,U DORIS IVILLIS Procrastination is the thief of time. Dramatics Club. Weill meet againg don't know where, don't know when, But l know we'll meet again in future years. Keep smilin, thro' just like we always do Till the new years drive the old ones far behind. So will you please say hello to the mates that i Tell them it wonit be long. They might be happy to know That as you saw us go We were singing this song: we knowg We'll meet againg donit know where, donst know when, But I know we,ll meet again in future years. MEMORIES Come. seniors, of forty-five And reminisce with me. Blow the dust from your memory book And look back on those years of glee. Looking back on the activities, I think we liked sports the mostg For out of all the seasons We have many victories to boast. It always thrilled me when our football boys Entered the field at a game. For I always knew that they'd take first place In my own private hall of fame. Kafer. Simpson, and Jowdy- They were our own big three, And we thank them with all our hearts For full many a victory. Our basketball season was, oh, such fun With two swell coaches as guide, Lewis and Nicholson-a wonderful pair For whom we felt much pride. 15 Our home room teachers, Robbins and Lewis Their friendship was one we all prized: And they helped us ever so much. More than we realized. Up in chapel the chorus sings And the band marches by in the street For music is a joy to us all To indulge in whenever we meet. On the campus, in classes, or chapel Wherever we happened to be, We always managed to have a good time Everyone-including me. Yet all the time it was hard to forget That there was a war going ong For often in class we'd realize That another pal was gone. As we leave our hearts are heavy And we're not ashamed of the tears, For we'll miss you. underclassmen. Pals of our happiest years.