Peabody Demonstration School - Volunteer Yearbook (Nashville, TN)

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Wf' if 17? ,, 1 , ' if VOLUNTEER Page Twenty Looking Ahead '-01 My friends, Commencement Day at last is here, XVhich means each one must start and take his way Along Life's unknown road: we can not stay To hold the comradeship which is so dear. Our friendships have grown stronger, year by year Our joys and sorrows have been shared each clay: What lies before us only God can say- '1'he world is there. Yet we have naught to fear, Naught but ourselves. ln this Atomic Age Our task is plain: we buckle fast the mail On shoulders squared and step forth to engage ifortes of Sin and Ignorance: we dare not fail. Unconquered we must stand: though battles rage. VVe fight for Truth and tind the Holy Grail. ROBERT HEl,ToN

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VOLUNTEER if ' -u I x -.. -, A Peobody Pipedreorns After twelve years of blood, sweat, tears and toil we the Senior Class of 1946 are rapidly approaching our graduation. The leather-bound diploma and the final handshake are drawing very near as the days pass, and this goal for which we have worked and played together for so long will soon be a memory. However, it will be only one of many such happy thoughts which the mention of Peabody will bring to mind. We have learned that school means much more than classes, credits, and grades. To us, our school means the people we have known, and the things which we have enjoyed and suffered together. Soon we will sadly leave behind our happy years at Peabody and each of us will take a different trail, meeting life and enjoying it with new friends. Yet, al- though the weeks and months fade into years, we shall bear common memories and the same warm feeling for Peabody will be found in us all no matter where we may be. VVe have set down here a few of the things which iiash across our minds and may, at some time in the future, bring back to you happy hours at Peabody: Our first reader, Dirk ami farm . . . afternoon naps . . . the playground . . . our ever faithful elementary school teachers . . . milk and graham crackers . . . our picture in Grawlh Through Guidancu . . . trips through the college campus . . . The Story of Roland in French . . . hook-ups . . . the Sixth Grade Circus. Winning all sorts of inter-grade selling and collecting contests with Dr. Holden . . . Mr. Rife's hen . . . Panthers and Pachyderms . . . entertainment by Mr. McGlon . . . tin cans, scrap, waste paper . . . Dr. Louie, the cultural bag . . . Camp Cookery . . . fifteen boys spending the night at Knapp Farm . . . Miss Mac's Sunset Club . . . Saturday night Scout meetings . . . wall cleaner, water pistols, snowballs and waterbombs . . . December 7, 1941. Mrs. Parsons . . . six man football . . . Dr. Windrow's brief announcements in Assembly . . . eager expectation on the afternoons that the Volzmifer is distributed . . . late-slips . . . Eddie Sanders vs. Elmer Davies . . . Pan American Days . . . picnics of all kinds, everywhere . . . stampedes for the cafeteria . . . new songs in Chorus . . . odors from the chemistry lab. mixing with odors from Home Rc. and the kitchen on the third floor . . . T. Jamison and the Republican Party during national elections . . . Christmas Carol programs . . . school parties to suit all . . . Silence'7 in the library . . . La Boka . . . hayrides at the Hines . . . Back in the Leaguell' . . . Dr. Beauchamp's sales talk on Baking Powders . . . our stadium . . . Music Clinics . . . the announcement of Roosevelt's dcath at Spring Football Practice . . . signing annuals . . . the girls playing softball in their blue uniforms . . . the Girl's City Tennis Championship . . . exams, hard and harder . . . Tigers . . . Faculty Marriages . . . light blue helmets . . , walking to and from the I. A. Building . . . jack May's humor . . . the Dickson football game . . . Bobby Intestinal Fortitude Goodman . . . beating M.B.A. 38-35 . . . going out to lunch Qlegallyl . . . Miss Slayden working hard behind the scenes . . . sunning on the front steps . . . our psy- chological advantage during 1946 basketball . . . Coach Neil's footpowder . . . Trial hy Jury . . . Trudy Lasseter at the piano for anywhere, for that matterj . . . Slim . . . the dry humor and sage philosophy originating in Room 110 . . . white coats and beautiful dresses at the Spring Prom . . . our graduation. BOB MASSIE JIM MARK Page Nineteen

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VOLUNTEER J ,Ea 'WO Prophecy for Class of '46 101 On july 4, 1951, a grey mist hangs over New Yorkg the buildings glisteng water drips from awnings as the pavement steams. A grey figure steps from a doorway into a waiting cab. In the eerie light, he seems transparent-indeed, he is of the other world-the Spirit of '46! As the cab hurtles through the canyon-like streets, he sits quietly in the corner, making notes on long pieces of paper. VVhat are they? VVhy it's a list of the class of '46 at P. IJ. his Alma Mater. Yes. there's- Barbara Amiermn, model for those pictures a la VVatteau by R011 McDonald, foremost artist of the period. It seems he is still drawing her. Let's follow and rind out where he is going. YVhat's this? VVhy. look more closely at the cab. Aren't those letters on the side C. C. C. ? Of course, that's the Cathcart Cab Concern. You remember Mary Louise, the girl who took anybody anywhere any time he wanted to go. Look! The cab is stopping at the VValdorf Astoria. Opening the door is Tommy famimnf I thought I heard that one didn't need an education for a job like that. WVell. we're going in. VVonder what that Hash was. Oh, I see: it's Lew Wallace and his camera from Life. NVho is that behind him? It's Duff Lovin getting ideas for more of her hilarious cartoons for the Tifmxv. She's looking as beautiful as ever. We hear soft C?j music coming from the Wedgewood Room. Something famil- iar? Sure, it's Carl Moor and his Moorish Moors, co-starring Amy Wfzafdinglon and her tantalizing trombone. In the corner is Bill Marlin standing on a soap box singing Onward Christian Soldiers with Angela Brmwl. They are clashing with the Moorish Moors and passing the hat for the benefit of Bill and Angela. At a table surrounded by photographers and autograph hunters, we spot the Vivian Leigh of our time, Sara Cox, appearing on the revival of Gam' Wilh Me Wimi at Radio City Music Hall. Trying to keep the eager fans back is her manager, Belly Huglzex. Wowers model Margie Jomav is attracting just as big a crowd while posing exotically for Creamn C Iaylon-'J sketching. Leaving the companionable group, we follow the spirit into the lobby where we are met by Trudy Lz1.t.wtrr and Katy Afldvrxmz, duo-pianists, who have had a very successful tour. Gossip says Trudy is writing a scandal sheet on the side. Out in the street, we-well what do you know? There's Lucy Wiliam, the new head of the Bureau of Missing Persons, but as I was saying when I was so rudely Page 'Twenty One