Pacolet High School - Tomahawk Yearbook (Pacolet, SC)

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FACULTY MR. JAMES LAMBERT Science MRS. ELIZABETH MORRELL Commerce MR. NEAL MCNEILL Physical Education, Driver Education MRS. RUTH BROWN English, Seventh Grade MRS. GUYNELLE JONES Seventh Grade MR. GLENN HUBBARD Band Director PERSONNEL MRS. MARY LEE TEASTER Secretary to Superintendent MISS MARGARET TATE District 3 Lunchroom Supervisor MR. FRED TEASTER Maintenance Supervisor

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X? 5 ,J F Senior Class Officers Standing, left to right: ' SHIRLEY LEE, Secretary-Treasurer SUSAN WATSON, President PATSY BROWN, Vice President SENIOR CLASS HISTORY Time really began to take on meaning in September, 1945, when most of us entered the first grade. Before that time, days seemed to run into nights, and Friday afternoons weren't any more important than Mondays. Seven long years later, we were ioined by Glendale and Pacolet Mills to form the eighth grade-all eighty-five of us. in The experiences of changing classes, owning lockers, and an assortment of teachers thrilled and amazed us. Many were the times when we iust happened, by accident, to join our upper classmen for a few short moments. When we returned in September, we found ourselves to be a year older and proud Freshmen. This year became even more exciting than the previous one, because we were allowed to choose our courses and join clubs. The Sophomore year took the usual course. And finally came the school term when we were second only to Seniors. Everything was new. We began making plans for the Junior- Senior Banquet and working on the play. After our production, Finders Creepers , we were a little richer and a little more satisfied. The Junior-Senior was a big success and climaxed our Junior year. We were all excited over becoming Seniors in the fall. The summer months passed much too fast and by the end of August we were full-fledged Seniors. Before we knew it, we had ordered rings, invitations, and caps and gowns. Our magazine sale was successful and contributed greatly toward our Washington-New York trip in May. In April came our play, Highly Seasoned. But now the fun is over and the' real work has just begun. As we step up in May to receive our long-awaited diplomas, there will be mixed emotions among us. ln a way the occasion will be joyous and victorious, but in another way it will be sad. We can't help but think of our fellow classmen who fell by the wayside or for some other reason aren't with us. Naturally we've had our ups and downs, but a quick glance backward through the twelve years proves that it was worth every moment.