Rush Strong High School - Plainsman Yearbook (Strawberry Plains, TN)

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OUR FUTURE YEARS It was a raging night outside. The rain and sleet beat against my window as if demanding entrance to the warm, cozy room in which I was just settling down for the even- ing. No sooner had I settled back into my chair than I be- gan to feel drowsy. I seemed to be floating through the air. Then I felt myself going down toward the earth. I landed on the street of a strange town. I saw a policeman, and I went up to him and said, WiIl you please tell me the name of this town? Why yes, it is --' I didn't get the name, for by this time I saw the police- man was Bruce Bales. I next went into a restaurant. I objected to the food they brought me, and I asked to see the manager. The food you have here is rotten, I complained. Could you tell me what the matter is, a soft voice asked. I looked up and there was Jane Lawson. I next saw a crowd across the street, and I went to see what was happening. They were all talking about a new hair-do that had just come into fashion. I then saw the sign - Agnes Lauderdale, Beauticianf' I visited a school that was alhost perfect in every way. The principal was a young lady I hand once known - Virginia Hodges. I came to a hospital. An ex-patient was just coming out talking about the excellent meals they had there. I asked her who the dietitian was, and she answered, Trula Fin- chum. I went in to hear a famous opera singer. Her name was Sue Loy. She had become famous the world over. But who was it that accompanied her on the piano? None other than Dora Brewer! I went in to see them after the show. Her secretary said, She is busy. I recognized the secretary as being Mary Ruth Roderick, my old school pal. I came to a church that looked very inviting, so I went in. A man was in the pulpit holding his audience spell- bound by the power of his words. I said to myself, Why, that is John Frazier. He seemed to be very successful in his life's work. I visited a quieter neighborhood. All around me were beautiful homes. As I admired one of the most beautiful homes, the door opened, and out stepped a very handsome man. I had never seen him before, but as I looked at his wife, who was kissing him good-bye, I saw it was Edna Lawson. I said to myself, I see she has used her excellent geometric sense and got a husband with good Iines. I heard music down the street, and as I love music very much, I decided to follow the sound. I soon came to a broadcasting station. I saw a band of fifty or more players, and as I looked toward the leader, I saw it was one of the seniors of Rush Strong High School, namely, Max Stiner. I then saw an actress come out on the stage. After she was through with her performance, everyone knew she was one of the greatest actresses of her time. But her name? Oh yes, Inez .Smith. Next a man came out on the stage. He read to us a magnificient piece of poetry. Everyone was held as by a spell until it was over. The man then said the author was Violet Beard. I next visited a hospital. I saw a list of the nurses names in the hall. I glanced down the list and one name seemed to stand out above the rest. It was the name of my friend Tommie Large. I asked at the desk if I might see her and they told me to go to Room 3 across the hall. As the nurse told me this, she winked. I couldn't understand why until I saw Tomtmie's patient, Floyd Bales! Floyd had been flying one of the Army's new planes, and had a slight crack-up. He was wounded just enough to need a few days of special nursing. I wanted to see the plane, so I went to the place where it was being repaired. I saw a very busy man working around the place. He seemed to know precisely what was wrong with it. He turned his face toward me and I saw it was one of my old classmates - Eddie Zink. Suddenly everything began to grow dim, and then I awoke with a start. What a delightful dream I had, I exclaimed. I must tell it to the class tomorrow!

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CLASS WILL Now that the Class is about to leave this sphere of activity, it devolves upon us to put desks and classrooms in order, and dispose of those treasures which we regret- fully leave behind. We, The Senior Class of i945 of Rush Strong High School, .Strawberry Plains, Tennessee, being in sound mind and strong body, do leave this our last will and testament. To Mr. John Wenger, our beloved Principal we leave our devotion to Rush Strong School, hoping that he will rem-ain here as long as we have. To the Faculty, we will our text books and examination papers with the wish that they will cherish them always. To the Junior Class, we leave our class sponsor, Miss Virginia Adkins, with the request that they accept her ideas and abide by them. To the Junior Class, we leave our senior dignity so that they maty set a worthy example for the Freshmen. To the Sophomores, we leave our good looks and ex- cellent behavior. To the Freshmen, we will our ability to study and make good. To Burnese Cate, I, Inez Smith, leave my humorous ways so that she can keep people laughing. To Marie Wilson, I, Tommie Large, leave my ability to attract boy friends. To Paul Russell, I, Edna Lawson, leave my quietness and eagerness to learn. To Ruth Anderson and Evelyn Gray, we, Violet Beard and Agnes Lauderdale, leave our dignity. To Bill Robeson, I, Floyd Bales, will my ability to play basketball, hoping that his injuries are fewer than mine halve been. To Ruth Underwood, I, Trula Finchum, leave my per- sonality traits for which I am admired by the faculty. To Donald Finchum, I, Bruce Bales, leave my winsome smile, with the request that he uses it on New Market girls. To Frances Bolinger, I, Jane Lawson, bequeath my seat in Solid Geometry. To Donald Finchum and Christine Cole, we, Mary Ruth Roderick and John Frazier, leave our neighborly love, with the understanding that they take every opportunity -pos- sible to be neighborly. To Grace Beard, I, Sue Loy, bestow my ability to sing popular songs. To Marie Wilson and Bill Robeson, we, Tommie Large and Floyd Bales, will our standing place at the corner of the building, hoping that they will use it as faithfully as we have in the last four years. To F. M. Davis and Donald Finchum, we, Max Stiner and Bruce Bales, will our knives, if they will promise never to let a teacher take them. To Jean Bailey, I, Virginia Hodges, leave my ability to play the piano for the Glee Club. To the next President and Program Chairman of the Volunteer Literary Society, we, Dora Brewer and Floyd Bales, will our ability to get out of any class to practice. To Frances Bolinger and Christine Cole, we, Tommie Large and Sue Loy, leave our love for each other. To Jean Stallings, I, Inez Smith, leave my traits for be- ing an old maid. To Marie Wilson and Dorothy Brooks, we, Mary Ruth Roderick and Virginia Hodges, bequeath our habit of writ- ing notes in class, provided they do not get caught. To Ben Day, I, Eddie Zink, leave my love for my fel- low students with the understanding that he will not get too serious with the girls. To Ruth Underwood and Mary Faye Boling, we, Edna and Jane Lawson, bestow our deep devotion to each other. To my sister Alene, I, Agnes Lauderdale, leave the mirror in the girls shower room, provided she doesn't spend too much time before it. To Grace Beard and Christine Cole, we, Sue Loy and Trula Finchum, will the privilege of combing our hair after we get to school, if they will strive to get to class on time. To Roy Cook, I, Max Stiner, gladly bequeath my seat in the office next year. To Ruth Underwood and Jean Stallings, we, John Frazier and Eddie Zink, leave our ability to express our political views, and support our political parties. To Pantha Padgett, I, Sue Loy, bestow my love for sailors. To Georgia Shelton I, Violet Beard, bequeath my habit of being late to class. To Roy Cook and Paul Russell, we, Max Stiner and Bruce Bales, will our laughter and mischievousness with the sincere wish that they will not be called down as often as we have. To Ben Day, I, John Frazier, leave my appetite. To Pantha Padgett, I, Dora Brewer, leave my ability to compose and play songs. To anyone who wants the job, I, Floyd Bales, bequeath my position as Business Manager of the Annual with all of the trips to town, the arguments with dark haired girls, and the long hours of agony over securing enough ads to pub- lish the annual. I To our former classmate, Robert Lawson, now in the Navy, we wish success and happiness in everything that he undertakes to do, and we hope he returns to us soon. We, the Senior Class, hope that you will accept this our last will and testament, and cherish these gifts with the some spirit in which they are bestowed.

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II CLASS OFFICERS FRANCES BOLINGER ,,... .....,,.,,......,....,,,...,....,...,,,,. P resident PAUL RUSSELL .........,. ,.A,,,,.,,. V ice-President RUTH ANDERSON ..A..........., ...,..,.. S ecretary-Treasurer MRS. VAULTA BOWMAN ........ .,.........,,.,,..... S ponsor FIRST ROW: Mrs. Vaulta Bowman, Sponsor: F. M. Davis, Paul Russell, Ben Day, Dorothy Langston, Grace Beard, Jean Bailey, Marie Wilson. SECOND ROW: Burnese Cate, Alene Lauderdale, Pantha Padgett, Evelyn Gray, Hazel Wilson, Frances Bolinger, Christine Cole, Roy Cook. THIRD ROW: Mary Faye Boling, Ruth Underwood, Georgia Shelton, Bill Robeson, Jean Stallings, Ruth Anderson, Donald Finchum. Not Pictured: Dorothy Brooks. I M' ffifi I an :It-5,9