Scotts Hill High School - Lion Yearbook (Scotts Hill, TN)

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MARGIE CAMPER HARRY V. GRISSOM RUBLENE KELLEY DWIGHT KELLEY DJG (T a Cfld utc piouiAu vttl Wade CLASS COLORS--Red and White MOTTO-- The elevator to success is not running--take the stairs.

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CLASS PROPHECY While taking census during 1962, I was happy to meet some old pals of mine while working on my job. During my work in Cambridge, Mass., I explored the Harvard University; talking with the Dean, EARLINE B. Traveling on to N.Y. City, I noticed a familiar looking model. After taking a second glance, I recognized GERALDEAN M. Driving down a street in Pa., my companion pointed out a beautiful mansion and said it belonged to JOYCE L., now a successful Philadelphia lawyer in the Houston Law Firm, with KENNETH H. as President, who spent his vacation in the mountains squirrel hunting. Waiting for a red light in Md., I glanced to the car next to mine and saw MARGERY D. driving a ' 62 Pontiac. She told me she was now a registered nurse at Johns ' Hopkins Hospital. A.L. POWERS seemed well placed behind the President ' s desk as I talked to him in Washington, D.C. In Dayton, O., I chanced to meet LEON D. in an elevator. He was owner of a Tire Factory, but still hunting for a wife. Then in Frankfort, Ky., I met HARRY V.G., who now ruled over his wife and two kids. While censoring in Tenn., I saw BETTY K., our glamour girl of 1951, slaving over a stove in the kitchen at the Montgomery home. Stopping at a countr y church, I saw NADINE M., now Mrs. Wayne Rhodes, playing the organ. Bro. Rhodes was Pastor of Cedar Grove Pentecostal Church. In Sardis, a large city now, I saw our old school flirt of 1951, MARGIE C., now wife of the Mayor, Billy Ray Little. Leaving Tenn., I met BETTY B. in Memphis. She still lived around S.H., but hadn’t made up her mind between Reagan, Sardis and the Army. She said that RUBLELENE K., now Mrs. Ancil Singleton, was happily married and had eight kids. Going through Tulsa, Okla., I stopped at a restaurant. Looking at the menu, I read: EUGENE W., Manager-SPECIAL--TATER PIES. He and his wife ran a thriving business. For a little fun, I stopped at TWO BILLYS ' CIRCUS. Entering, I saw BILLY M. and BILLY R. in one of their famous acts. At Amarillo, Tex., I spied BETTY W., now Mrs. Maxell Thominson. They were part¬ ners with BOBBY B. and wife Joan, in seven dude ranches.