Oxford High School - Yellow Jacket Yearbook (Oxford, AL)

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 Junior Literary Society. Prof. Graves was so kind as to give us a period once a week for our literary work. We had presented to us readings, debates, and lives and works of the great men of literature. On May the 13th, 1922, we left the Junior room never to return for work- September 6th, 1922, found a very light-hearted set of Seniors gathered looking for the good thing that this year was to bring forth. We were all anxious to scrutin- ize the record to find out what there was in the way to keep us from graduating. Most of us found that we were on the safe side, but there were a few who were dis- appointed. This last year was spent in hard work. We began to do all that was in our power to publish an annual. We were obliged to do some talking to get the money. We also began to think of the night w’hen we would get our diplomas, which pre- pared us to go out into the “Wide, wide world.” Let us not forget the many happy and cheerful days spent at the old C. C. H. S.

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]B ista nr of the leniar Class The faculty had gathered at the front door of the Calhoun County High School, on September the 4th. 1919. They were talking of what a fine school they were going to have under their care that year. Professor S. B. Gibson, the kind and help- ful principal, was taking a leading part in the conversation. Just about twenty minutes before the time for school to open, one of the teach- ers, Miss Sealy, saw a bunch of girls and boys coming up the hill which leads to the front of the building. These had never been seen at this school and she knew that we were to be Freshmen. She counted us and found that we were thirty-six in num- ber. Prof. Gibson came to the door and showed us the way into a room, which he ttold us would be ours for the next nine months. We began to look about us to see how we would like our new school room- We also made ourselves known to the students near by us. We wandered about aimlessly; not knowing how to conduct ourselves. This strange and unfamiliar feeling passed away and the boys began to throw- chalk and erasers across the room. Miss Sealy could not get to us then to see what valuable time we were losing. Some of the pupils decided the first few weeks that they did not want to study Latin. The Latin class was large at first but began to diminish. There are other subjects that caused the pupils a great deal of trouble. They made up their minds to finish the courses that they had started, and began to do their best work. The next fall on September 6th, our little bunch, thirty-seven in number, gath- ered back at C. C. H. S. to try the second year of high school work We had lost some of the members of our class, but this loss was replaced by William Rhodes Harris, Ray Carmichael, Charles Glenn, Vista Hughes, Theodore Medaris, Irene Hartley, Hazel Keltner, Harry Ray and Lena Wilson. Our troubles and tribulations this year were many. If anyone got “bawled out” it was one of us. Several members of the class grew discouraged and withdrew. Some became angry with the teachers for making them work; others thought that they had learned all that there was for them to learn. This was the year that we had so many bad thoughts about algebra. Therefore only a few of us received credit for the subject. We went on through these nine months struggling for existence. We were each one scared bad enough to run- Each one was afraid that he or she would have to stay in the room the next year. Some of us did fail, but the majority of us w intered through safely. On the 6th of September, 1921, we assembled in Prof. Graves’ room, as jolly as could be. We were proud in our heart to know that we were Juniors. We were glad also to have with us this year Pearl Wigley, Bob Hanna, Hannon Grogan and others. These new members seemed to give to the class a new spirit. Each one began to work out his or her proposition in Geometry with fear. We were selfish this year as far as society was concerned. We organized the

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 rciphecy Tired of the humdrum of the noisy city, I chose a beautiful summer day and wandered off into the woods. After rambling for a few hours I found a beautiful spot under a large spreading oak tree by a streamlet. Lovely green moss grew at the foot of the tree and not far off a field of wonderful daisies with their dresses of white and gold tossed in the breezes. I could not resist the temptation to pick a few, and then threw myself on the soft grass. After a while I noticed that one of the daisies was particularly beautiful. The petals were large and the colors fresh. Not thinking of what 1 was doing I plucked one of the petals. Immediately to my astonishment a house appeared on the scene. Looking closely I saw a black-haired, brown-eyed woman standing in the doorway and seated near her were two small children. Then she spoke, and on hearing her say: “The past indefinite of avoir is J’ai’ eu.” Well who wouldn’t have recognized that voice? It was none other than old “Sue Armentrout, who had always been a star in her French class when it came to verbs. Surely there was some magic about this daisy. So I pulled another petal- The scene changed and in its place stood a large theatre. On the stage a tall girl with wonderful blonde hair was dancing to the tune of “Kiss Mamma, Kiss Papa.” I would have known her a mile away as Una McCord; for old “Blondie” had always danced to that tune and no other. (?) Restlessly 1 pulled another petal. Again the scene changed. I saw a large auditorium filled with hundreds of people. Soon a man announced that Mr. Chester Rhodes, and Mr. William Rhodes Harris were the debaters on the affirmative side of the question: Resolved, That all students making below 70 per cent in any class should be debarred from entering inter-scholastic contests. Eh? So Chester and Rill had at last become convinced that the affirmative side was absolutely right. Feverishly I jerked another petal from its resting place, and just as quickly I saw a train rushing by and a letter fell at my feet. Of course I thought it only ri dit to read it and the contents almost made me have heart failure- Who would D ever have thought of Mary Roberts holding the office of President in a lip-stick fac- tory? Any way it was true and I remembered very distinctly that Bootsie never used that horrid stuff in school. Then I pulled another petal. I saw a beatiful little cottage before me. Over the door was painted these words: “Old Maids’ Home.” Goodness! Thought I. who could be living here? I soon found out, for looking through the window I saw Ara Pirkle sitting at a desk (marked President) talking to Grace Head. Poor girls! Had they really become old maids? And to think of their old school days. But 1 suppose they had rather have a career than all the husbands in the world. With tears in my eyes I plucked another petal. An exclusive shop appeared. On the windows were painted “Madam Van Fossen’s Magasin.” Looking inside I discovered “Chickenpox” designing a dress for a plump little woman- I couldn’t help but notice the dress, which was made of brown serge embroidered in gold and trimmed in long tassels. Mercy! Was Hazel still sticking to that school dress, she had been so fond of wearing?