Phillips High School - Mirror Yearbook (Birmingham, AL)

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WE REMEMBER the class wit, tried, he only got nineteen laughs. Also we regret that June Carney is going to be a teacher—as we think of the poor little children that will undergo such agony. All the boys regret Adrianne Teague’s decision to run an old maids’ home—she made the best biscuits. Robert Perkins regrets leaving Peggy behind. I glanced at the clock, it must be time for him to stop, I thought. Yes, it was for he was saying . . . and as we glimpse a vision of the future.” The future—I looked around me and tried to do just that. There's Fay Woody—I wonder who'll win the race to the altar, Fay and Gene McBrayer or Shirley Perkins and Jerry Thrasher. In the future I can just see Jimmy Holland finishing his best seller “A Stump Grows in Pell City.” I bet Joyce Dorsky will be the first lady weight lifter with a record of two tons, two pounds, two ounces. And James Rice will probably be drawing great crowds at the State Fair with his sword swallowing act. Paul Billings and Sarah Marie Rose are sure to get the lead in that new musical “Don’t Look Now” which will be given for the blind. I can just see Frank Bragan as the only man in football's history ever to be on all-American Honorable Mention thirty-two seasons. I feel sure Sarah Spurlock will make headlines by doing something spectacular as winning the American finals for the potatoe race at the Olympics. I hope Jo Ann Little realizes her dream of being a home demonstration agent at Fleehoph, Alabama. I really must listen to the speaker. Sitting here reminiscing I’ve heard very little he’s said. “. . . and as you enter the various walks of life, may the knowledge you have obtained at this institution gladden the hearts of others and enroll you to begin a useful life of service to mankind.” —Priscilla Gorce

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WE REMEMBER ====== Sh! Quiet! This is the big moment! This is Graduation! A hundred and seventeen hearts beat faster as the curtain opens, revealing the 1950 Seniors. Some are rather sad and dewey eyed as they stare out into an audience of beaming Mothers and Dads; others are smiling and anxious and from force of habit are already glancing at the clock and counting the minutes. The President welcomes the crowd and one by one the officers give their speeches. A hurried glance at the clock says we'll be alumni of Phillips High School in less than forty five minutes. Hut first we must listen to the speaker of the evening. Smiling and advancing toward the mike he addresses his audience: ‘Friends, this is both a joyous and sad occasion and the memories ...” Memories—My mind slowly wanders back over our high school career and some of the things we’ll remember. We couldn’t forget how thrilled Miss Lynch was when John Yauger answered a question in English class, and how we laughed when the October issue of Classic Comics was two weeks late and seventy-three seniors missed making their book reports in time. Nor could we forget how George Brooks glowed for weeks after getting his picture in “Tab.’’ And if we live to be a hundred we’ll remember and profit by Miss Benson’s lectures. Oh, we’d better get back to the speaker—what’s that he’s saying— ‘although it is a happy occasion many things are being left behind that ...” Yes, he is so right, I thought—Why, the Seniors are leaving enough chewing gum stuck under desks to keep the faculty chewing continually, for 7 years. Emogene Kinney is leaving Bill Morgan for the girls of the student body to fight over. Tommy Hughes is bequeathing his bashfulness to Jimmy Nunis, and Angie Brown is leaving her high IQ to Ann Brooks. Bill Ogle and Bill Cherry are leaving their ability to lapse into a coma in every class to anyone who wants it. The speaker was saying “. . . the teachers you have had in your . . .” Our teachers—I thought of Mr. Baranelli trying to teach Bill Lovelace how to recobabulate and Martha Cunliff almost crying when she realized she wouldn’t get to hear about Mr. Fullington’s kinfolks in Gadsden anymore. Gladys Blackburn always thought Miss Gatchell owned a paper company because she was always saying “Take out one sheet of paper.” Miss Doss was always stimulating sales bysaying “Write that 20 times.” We must get back to the speaker though. “And as you seniors face the world your only regrets should be ... ” Regrets—Yes, there are many of them. We regret that of the thirty-six thousand twelve jokes Bill Reed,

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TO BE OPENED ONLY We, the January Class of 1950, being of relatively sound mind, do hereby make and publish this, our last will and testament. ITEM ONE: Our class does hereby appoint the Mirror board as executors to exercise sole judgment and discretion in all matters regarding the execution of this will. ITEM TWO. We, as of now provide ample funds for the removal of cigarette stubs from all Moose Heads in the halls. ITEM THREE: A. Schuler Womble leaves his place as only boy cheerleader to Paul Bates. B. Angie Brown bequeaths her cherished table at Love-man’s to Bonnie Davies. C. To Kaye Henderson, Marion “Slick” Griffith leaves his R. O. T. C. sword. D. David Austin's saintliness goes to Jim Nunis. E. Frank Bragan, Bill Reed and Ed O’Neill leave their golden voices to Don Blanton, Jim Johnson and Tony Rose. F. Jimmy Holland leaves his all-round brilliance to Joan Trawick. G. Charles Copeland gives his “little Black Book” to Harris Burns. H. Gene McBrayer doesn’t leave anything—he took Faye Woody with him! I. Sue Cooper and Ann Holland leave their free Harry George lunch tickets to Betty Killian and Ann Brooks. J. Nancye Ault’s capacity as ice cream provider now belongs to Margaret Grayson. K. Leon Durough’s history book w-as given to Jack Farley. L. Martha Cunliff leaves her orchid concession to Karen Klassen.