Quitman High School - Prorenata Yearbook (Quitman, LA)

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Last 'Will and Testament of the Senior Class, Year 19 0 Stanley Adcock, will my arguing ability to Pearl Mae Norman and my position in front of the gym to Felton Turner. Boots Anderson, will my skinny legs to Dereline Poda, who exercises in vain to slenderize hers. Arlon Duck, will my pleasant and cheerful personality to the Quitman High School teachers, who are much in need of it. Margllugel-lammons, will my ability to sit quiet and be ladylike to Melba Irene 1 r . Harold Haryey, will my orneriness to Jimmy Rogers. May it counterbalance his pleasant personality. Inell Hughes, will my place on the basketball team to Betty Ann Rasberry, as I leave dreaming of married bliss. Archie Hinton, will the vacuum in my head to Elton Turner to match the one that he already has. McBride Lampert, wil my Toni to Doris Lee Jiles. May it be a charm curl. Claude McMillan, willrny math book to the next wretch, I having supped full of its horrors. Marjorie McNeill Mayo, will the exciting escapades of my past to Kathryn Jimmerson, as I am now a married woman. Glen Parker, will my laziness to Bettye Oxford, who shouldn't be quite so in- dustrious. Lavella Powers, will my quiet ways to Jessie Jones, who is a chronic upset. Junior Staggs, will my unfailing ability to be tardy to Donald Cox, who is al- ways on time. Dalton Shovan, will my don't care attitude to Benny Head, who should be more carefree. Marie Stewart, will one bottle of aspirin and the duty of writing up the senior material for the annual to anyone who thinks he can take it. Louis Strain, will my wavy hair to Thomas Harvey, who should take more time in class with his. Kenneth Vail, will my influence at Quitman High School to Francis Lee Norman, who needs more authority. Robert Willett, will my ability to court in class to Leonard Johnson. and hope he is smart enough to get away with it. Joe Woods, will my wolfish tactics to Don David Atkins, who is too bashful. Lolita Worrell, will my giggles, yells and wiggles to Evelyn Moser to balance her academic characteristics. e, the Senior Class, will our worries, headaches and st d h t' th te h of Quitman High. May they profit by them. u Y ours 0 e ac ers has .-.. L

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li' MCMILLAN. CLAUDE McNEILL, MAJORIE PARKER, GLEN POWERS, LAVELLA F.F.A. '45-'463 F.ll.A. '45-'48g F.F.A. '45-'4-63 F.H.A. '45-'4-83 Basketballg Baseballg Basketballg Class Baseballg Annual Staff. Sec. 81 Treasunjer. SHOVAN, DALTON STACGS, HENRY JR. STEWART, MARIE STRAIN, LOUIS F.F.A. '45-'465 F.F.A. '45-'4-6. F.ll.A. '45-'46y F.F.A. '45-46. Basketball Basketballg Annual Staflg Baseball, Class Reporter. r-T-T? 'P' 1--...-40 VAIL, KENNETH WILLETT, ROBERT WOODS, JOE WORRELL, LOLITA F.F.A. '45-'465 F.F.A. '45-'469 Annual Staff: F,H.A. '45-'48. Annual Staflg Class Presidentg Basketballg Junior President Baseball, Annual. Baseball. .fn

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enior Class Prophec As I, Madame Maria, gaze into my crystal ball, the year 1960 appears. With it there is the vision of many men and women. Behold! They are the seniors of 1950. A frivolous young lady steps forth. Why, she is the gay divorcee, Margie Mayo, now eloped with Mr. Shovan of Shovelhandle 8z Shovelhandle, Inc. Now, the vision grows dim. Ah, there it is. This time there is a lonely cabin among the Rocky Mountains. In the doorway there sits Arlon Duck, now a failure in the shoe polish business. Now the scene changes. Is it-yes, it is- an island bathed in moonlight with slender palm trees swaying in the breeze of the summer night. Who is this couple walking along the beach in stepl to the music of the rippling waves? Well, who would have dreamed this would appen? For all their fighting in school, Mac Lampert and little Tootsie seem to be doing all right on their honeymoon. Say! What's this I see? A stately old lady is having her hair dressed in the famous salon of Monsieur Louis, formerly Louis Strain of the small town of Quitman. Now, in Paris, his ability to cope with waves, seems to have led him into the profitable business of dealing with wealthy old ladies. As a door into the back of the salon opens, we see a man carrying his broom and dustpan. Now who could that be? He reminds me of one of the seniors of the year 1950. Why, that's exactly who it is. Stanley Adcock, the one who loves to discuss automobiles. Well, it looks as if his path to the car business is rather steep, doesn't it? Wonder if he'll make it? What's this? The scene is growing dimmer and dimmer. Why, now it brightens, and what do we have but the summer home of the famous actress, Isa- bel Warburton? Goodness! The kitchen is suddenly thrust into my vision. There appears to be a cook and a butler arguing about who is to do what. Seems as though Boots and Glen are as lazy as ever. There is a saying that opposites attract, but there's also exceptions to all rules. Since they're here together, could there be a hint of a budding romance? As I continue to gaze into my crystal ball, I see a drugstore in a little hick town. There are kids crowding around the juke box, some singing, others yelling. In the midst of this we see a very tired soda jerker, worn out from a long day's work. Let me look closer. Why yes, that's who it is, Robert Willett. How sad, to go to college six years trying to learn to become a geologist and then end up jerking sodas as of old. Oh, well, those things are to be expected. Next, a lonely hermit carrying a pail of berries comes walking into view. As he sets the pail down, he picks up a basketball with Q. H. S. writen on it and begins to shoot at an old rusty bucket nailed to the limb of a pine sapling. Oh, no! not Joe Woods! But that's exactly who it is, although you'd hardly recognize him after living a hermit's life for nine years. You see, he flunked his first year at college and he just couldn't take it. So, what else for him but the life of a hermit. Strangely enough this scene is very similiar to the last. Although this time you see a solitary convent in the place of a hermit's cave. Sitting under a tree reading a book of love poems is Inell Hughes. Yes, her name is still Hughes. You see, as a girl she was jilted at the altar after being engaged for two years. There seemed to be no one that could fill Dale's place, so she has devoted the rest of her life to being a nun. Ah! What is this tall building that has appeared? Up, up, up until the tenth story comes into view. It seems to be a lawyer's office. However this isn't a lawyer at present but a scrub man, scrubbing floors. As the prespiration drips from his face, he looks up, and who else but Sonny Harvey. He must be having a difficult time working his way up in the world. In the corridor of this same building there is Kenneth Vail, now a razor blade salesman. He looks frightened. Perhaps he's lost his way in this large building. Oh, well, he'll get out. He always did manage to get out of jams fairly well. The picture changes, and I see a lovely quiet seashore. The artist that is con- templating so very hard is Archie Zabud Hinton. Who would have thought ten years ago that he would have studied art. On the other hand, who could blame