Parry McCluer High School - Parrimac Yearbook (Buena Vista, VA)

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DINK Y—1932 Senior Class History N THI history of every graduating class events that mean noth- ing to outsiders, items of little or no importance, stand out prom- inently to that class. And so, as we realize that our high school days are nearly over, memories of the four years we have spent at Raia He Se comerbacketo, us: 1928—This date brings memories of our first year in high school. As a group of forty-two we entered as the “Rats” of 728. This year was a happy one. We elected our first class officers, and became a well organized class. 1929—We were Freshmen no longer; we were important Sopho- mores, with the privilege of razzing the “Rats.” How high and mighty we felt! 1930—We were “Jolly Juniors,” but more serious in our studies. We had to work hard, but we combined with our labor a bit of fun. We had our first experience before the footlights when we presented the comedy, “Salt Water Taffy.” Both the mid-winter party and the moonlight picnic were gala affairs. 1931—We are Seniors! A group of thirty with a high scholastic average. This, our last year of high school, has been a happy and successful one. We are fortunate to have several new members from Glasgow and Mountain View. We are now working on our senior play, “Baby Steps Out.” Plans for social events are being made. There will probably be a picnic, a hike, and a big spring party. And of course—Commencement ! As the memories of these four joyful years come to us, we think of Mrs. Glass, who has been our home room teacher and interested guide for the past three years. How could we have done without her? High school for us is a lmost over, but we shall always remember with pleasure our four years at Parry McCluer High School. —MARGUERITE DAVIS.

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DINK Y—1932 EOGVMIDAVITT GEE Ts saya ss aS “To fall in love is awfully simple. To fall owt of at 1s simply awful” MARKY FRANCES WH MES EAI “Tucker” Home Economics, ’31-’32; Vice-Presi- dem or |fuiiiose (CASS, Sil, “Her wisdom and constancy hath amazed more, Than tis dared to be blamed upon weak LOSS. RUB Yea Chess COs “SCORE “Dowt worry about the future, The present 1s all thou hast; The future wl soon be present, And the present will soon be past.” a

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DSIN GIRS atone Senior Class Prophecy : NE night while I was sitting before my bright fire place, Lady Prophecy knelt beside me. She directed me to look into the flames that were leaping and dancing in the fireplace. She promised to give me a vision Of ail my old-classmateseoi sl Vie As I gazed into the fire the face of Tate Decker appeared before me. A little voice whispered into my ear that he was the manager of The Times and the World News in Roanoke. Next I saw Barbara McNeil. She, I learned, was a teacher of business English in National Business College. I can see her yet as she approached me with her sweet, schoolday smile. Hardly had she vanished before I saw five other friends. My good Lady Prophecy told me that Julia Knight, Earl Leech, Anna Catlett, and “ McCormick, accompanied by Hazel Crist, were singing over the radio. Then the smiling faces of Hite, Henson, and Henkle came before me. They were joint owners of a fashion shop. My vision seemed to waver a moment—but only a moment, for then I saw the happy face of Tom Janney. To my astonishment | learned that he was married and living in Cuba. I had hardly recovered my poise after this information until 1 saw Benson Lowe. He was owner of an extensive farm. Then I saw four pretty farmerettes—‘‘Bebe” Moore, “Jo” LaRue, Mary Frances Whitesell, and Pauline Jones. They were drinking lemonade and chat- ting on “Bebe’s” front porch. The next moment I saw Loyd Watts in a chauffeur’s uniform. My friend Prophecy whispered that he was driving for Henry Ford. When I saw ‘“Puddin” Eggleston, | was sure he would be playing football. But no, he owned a large plantation in Georgia. Whom should I see next but ‘‘Dot” Grow! Again the good Lady offered some information and told me that Dorothy was teaching in a kindergarten in Atlanta. My vision would have been spoiled if Doris Eubank and Carmen Patterson had not been together. There they were before my eyes. Little Dan Cupid climbed upon my knee and whispered that both were married and lived in twin bungalows. Then I saw a group of familiar faces—‘‘Bob” Anthony, Howard Price, Connie Breeden, Gladys Nuckols, and Ellen Fix. They were all famous athletes. “Bob” and Price were noted football players, while the girls were rival tennis stars. Next, to my amazement, I saw “Eff”? Embree wearing an aviator’s helmet. He was a noted pilot. As my vision continued, | saw Anne Lee Graves and Katherine Bates in ballet costumes. Both were wonderful actresses. As the flames in my fireplace grew dimmer, Marguerite Davis came before me. She had become a model for Patou, a Parisian designer. Lady Prophecy was good to me! But in a moment she vanished, the flames died away, and I was left alone—the same old prosaic person, living in the same old prosaic way. ) Jimmie” joa Scorn.