Smithfield High School - Shield Yearbook (Smithfield, NC)

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D E D V ' ■- •31. m» ' - The business of the leader is to turn weakness into strength, obstacles into stepping stones, and disaster into triumph. The Class of 1950, in publishing the first edition of The Shield, will be ever mindful of the high quality of leadership displayed by our esteemed principal, A. G. Glenn, during our years in Smithfield School. We turn to him instinctively for advice and direction and we trust his judgment un- falteringly. Under his capable leadership our school has progressed not only in the building of an outstanding institution of learning but also in the framing of the character of its students. We, the knights of the court, wish to pay tribute to our King Arthur, without whose interest and guidance we would not be properly fitted to ride in the spirit of chivalry, truth, honor, freedom, and courtesy.

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The Faculty KNIGHTS of the ROUND TABLE MRS. A. G. GLENN English MISS MARY TAYLOR Science MISS MARY NELSON Typing, Math MISS ANNE PRUITT Librarian, Latin MISS ELIZABETH, EDWARDS Mathematics MRS. A. C. FLETCHER French, English MR. ROY J. BROWN Coach, History, Physical Education MISS LUCY HARRINGTON History, English MISS SUSAN BYNUM Home Economics

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' Brave and True . . . . . . and after four years of singing that phrase of our scViool song, we move on— move on to put into practice what we have learned in the classrooms of S. H. S., in the chemistry and home ec laboratories, and on the programs in chapel on Wednesday mornings. ' V e move on to make room for others who can take our places but not our memories. No one con take away that sunny Thursday morning in September of ' 46 when seventy-two anxious freshmen descended upon S. H. S. to start their high school careers. Where is my homeroom? How do you fill out one of these schedules? Which ' club should I join? By the time we got our first reports, we knew what it was all about. This confidence was shaken a little by algebra equations, Latin vocabularies, and an hour spent after school for being tardy. But after a few weeks we dared to emerge at recess and indulge in gossip sessions and we even learned to gripe about the work in a most accomplished fashion. Exams came and went and we moved up from freshmen into the realm of the uppercloss. Who could not forget that Thanksgiving when our gridiron team actually got beat by Selma for the first time in thirteen years? And who could forget when the juniors selected boys to serve at the Junior-Senior Banquet instead of girls? In the face of ' 48 we come back as juniors. After looking up to other students for two years, we really knew something and were being looked to for help. We dressed in our athletic togs each day to play softball for thirty minutes. We murdered frogs, typed block after block, wrote and read, diagrammed sentences and memorized a little Shakespeare. Then we got to work on the High Times, or decorated the Hut for a dance, or worked on the Junior-Senior Banquet Committee, or memorized our parts from Pride and Prejudice, and we found out how painfully these miracles came about. We got to know the faculty and found out to our surprise that they were not only well-adjusted persons but most satisfying friends. The time came for us to sit on the sidelines for the last time at graduation. After that there was no one left to look up to for we were on top— we were seniors. And this is it; this is our last year. We ' ve tried to make every minute count and every impression last. We shall always hold the memory of the pep rallies on the courthouse steps; the Thanksgiving game when we were victorious and the excitement caused when our class rings arrived. How changed it all is from the way it was when we filed in that sunny September Thursday. The new building, the new locker-rooms, the ice water coolers in the halls, the green blackboards and the new lunchroom-to-be —Yes, S.H.S. has changed but the new faces that move in to replace the old ones are as necessary as we to the spirit that breathes life into Smithfield High School. Only a few more days are left to us, are left to our senior year— but there it is— the Junior-Senior Banquet, the Senior play, the dances and parties, the gatherings at Worth ' s, the clubs, and many other things taken part in for the last time. But when we walk down the aisle, in our dignified grey we ' ll know for certain that we con never forget . . .