Riverton High School - Memories Yearbook (Huntsville, AL)

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WALLAC E SWAIM—F.F.A. member, ’47-’50; Vice-pi'esident of F.F. A., ’50; Allied Youth member, ’47-’50; played basketball, ’50; played baseball, ’48-’50; played softball, ’46, ’17; F.F.A. quartet, 19; Fiano student, ’49, ’50; Production Manager of Yearbook; Bus driver, ’50; Who's Who, ’19-’50; played in “Thank You. Mr. Parker,” Allied Youth King, ’50. RA IIUIjSEY—F.F.A. member, ’45-’30; played in “Thank You, Mr. Parker. 1VA MAE ROBERTSON—Red Cross member, ’16-’48; F.ll.A. member ’47-’50; Allied Youth member, ’48-’50; Glee Club, ’48-’49; Beta Club member, ’50; F.ll.A. Secretary, ’49; F.ll.A. Treasurer, ’50; F.H.A. Parliamentarian, ’48; Beta Club Secretary, ’50; Allied Youth president, ’48-’50; Music student, ’47; Class reporter, ’48; Class secretary, ’49; Class treasurer, ’50; played in “Sally Comes T° Town”, ’48; Chairman ol' F.ll.A. Scrapbook committee, ’48- • 0; Sports Editor of Bta paper, ’50; Editor-in-chief of Yearbook; Who’s Who, ’49-’50; Delegate to the District F.H.A. convention hi ’48; Delegate to the Allied Youth Conference, ’49, ’50, at Buck Hill F'alls, Pennsylvania; played in “Wilbur Faces Life” and “Thank You, Mr. Parker.” ERNEY' JEAN ATC1ILEY—F.ll.A.. member, ’48-’49; Allied Youth member, '48-’50; Advertising salesman for the Yearbook; Dele- gate to the Allied Youth Conference at Buck Hill Falls, Pennsyl- vania, ’50. KATHERINE HALL—F.H.A. member, ’47-’50; Glee Club, ’48-’49; Cheerlader, ’50; Who’s Who, '49-’50; Music student, ’47.

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HISTORY—A CLASS PICTURE I hesitated when I was asked to prepare this picture of the class of 1950 for your inspection. I was not an artist, and everybody knew it. Any of my teachers could tell you that 1 was never especially pro- ficient in drawing—except attention—and could never paint anything successfully—not even my own face. Besides, the class of 1950 is a lively subject for even an expert to attempt to sketch. There are none of them twice alike, nor apt to be found twice in the same place or position. Even a snapshot could never catch them in anything better than a blur. Besides, I am only one person, of decidedly individual opinions, and could only look at my classmates through my own eyes. 1 cannot see them as they see themselves, nor even as you might see them if you might stand for a time in my position, and be able to look at them from my point of view. But as it seems my fate to be expected to hold the mirror up be- fore these 22 boys and girls who have been my classmates for so long and be to them that power that would, as Burns says, “The giftie gie us To see ourselves as ithers see us” 1 can only paint them in such words as appear to me to express them as I see them. This, then, dear friends, is the Class of 1950, as I see it today—(I am sure you will pardon the exact measurements, as I would make a better carpenter than 1 would an artist, and have always been fond of statistics. I speak in Figures !) The Class of 1950 is made up of 22 members—13 girls and 9 boys. We range in age from Faye Smithey's 16 years, 5 months, and 2 days, to Erney Jean Atchley’s 19 years and 5 days. We range in height from Mearie Rigsby’s four feet iO inchs—high heels, long hat feather and all—to Bernard Thompson’s six feel-two, with or without his silk stockings. We range in weight from Mearie’s 84 pounds (feather-brain and all) to Wallace Swaim’s 175 pounds. Taken altogether as the one in body that we are supposed to be in spirit we make up an individual of sufficient age to know a great deal, if he’s ever going to begin to learn for he would be two hundred and seventy-three years old, surely an age of wisdom, and power, and dignity. Our height is eighty-four feet five inches, which certain- ly raises us for enough up in the world to allow us to tower above our enemies ,and look down upon the ulterior undergraduates. You can see too, what a heavy proposition we are by the fact that taken altogether, and even giving due consideration to Mearie’s dainty figure, we tip the scales at exactly nineteen hundred and fifty-three pounds. Someone has libelously hinted that this weight is the same, either with or without Mearie, but we think this is hardly a fair accusation, and we do not expect any of you to give it any consideration. Our hand is certainly large enough to get a good firm grasp upon the affairs of the world as well as upon our own indivdiual concerns, for we wear a seventy eight and seven-eights glove. Our head is of sufficient capacity to hold even the vast amount