St Johns High School - Blue Devil Yearbook (Darlington, SC)

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Clan Will WE, THE SENIOR CLASS OF 1950, being of sound mind (that% a Joke I ) do hereby make, publish, and declare this our will and testament I, CLEVA MAE 0LIVrR, hereby leave my curly hair to all these girls who complain about having to put up their hair ery night• I9 BETTY HOWLE, will my ability to work Physics problems o Melvin Hyman. I, GRACE BLACKMON, leave my baby ways to Carol Taylor. I, BETTY LOU MORRIS, leave my flirting ways to Ruth Pur- vis although she seems to make out all right by herself. I, GRACE THOMAS, do will my position as head cheerleader to the most deserv- ing Junior girl. I, JANE MCKEE, give to Tallulah Newsome my matrimonal instinct wishing her good luck. I, BETTY ANNE COKER, leave my ability to chew gum in school without getting caught to Harold Timmons. WE, MIRIAM G00DS0N and TOMMY YATES, leave our positions as Class Romeos to Margaret Cromer and Bill Marshall knowing they can fill the bill. I, HOYT FLOWERS, give to Ila Ruthven my ninety word shorthand transcription hoping she wonft have to work as hard as I did. I, BILLIE DAVIS, do leave to Ralph Carnes my laziness. I, PAT McGILL, will my cute smile and flashing dimples to Betty Goodwin hop- ing she'll make use of them. I, BILLY SIMPSON, sixty-five cents do give to Virgil Davis so that he can get a haircut. I, CAINIE RUTH BYRD, leave my seat in French Class to Jean Byrd hoping she wonft be as bored as I was. Also, my Interesting ways I leave to Sara Welch. I, SALLIE ERVIN, leave my good hearted ways to Loddie Newsome. I, PEGGY ANNE 3AXLEY, give my versatile and musical ways to Mary L©© Mims. I, JIMMY LOU HUGGINS, my tiny feet do give to all these flat-footed Juniors. I, SARA J AN FL0W1RS, leave my two-year seat in History class to anyone who would like to have it, in hopes that they don't have to occupy it as long as I did • I, ELEANOR NORWOOD, leave my perpetual smile and ways to Martha Grace Rabb for the rest of her days. I, DON SMALL, leave my wit and ability to give with the jokes to all you dop- es . I, CECIL HAMER, leave my quiet ways to Albert Coggeshall, knowing it is lm- possible to shut him up. I, SARA SWEET EVANS, leave my fleetful feet on the dance floor and my charm- ing personality to Murphy Paulling. I, DON BLACKMAN, will my manly good looks and ways with the women to Heyward Tuns tall In hopes that he will make out instead of missing out as he did this year. 6

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Cladi Mid tor if Senior Class or 1950 Back in September of »45 St. John's High School saw the beginning of what proved to be a long hard high school career for the dumbest bunch of freshman ev- er enrolled here. We were one of the freshest and sometimes the stupidest class in the history of the school. But, while we had our bad points, we also had our good ones. We got a long with the teachers and upperclassmen. We didn't try to tear down the building and we didn't fly up and down the steps at a break-neck sp- eed. On the whole, I think our good faults outnumbered our bed ones. In September of '46 we came back from vacation and found several changes. The first---and one that affectei us most—was our new principal. Gorfc was ''Mias Suzy , as Miss Brunson was affectionately called, end in her place was Mr. Cain. A Mr. Cain with a Getchieville brogue and a you people for his classes. But, as much as we all missel Miss Brunson, we soon learned to like our new principal and to listen for his Jokes, told in a dry sarcastic tone of voice. Miss Brunson wasn't the only person we lost. Gone, too, was Mr. Daniels with his pinch on the cheek, which would sting for an hour in his place was Mr. Marshall. As in Mr. Cain's case we soon learned to know Mr. Marshall; he was sure to be in the wrong place at the time you least expected him. There was another change that year. We got Mr. Boggs, also. He is a good teacher but was likely at first to treat us as though we were in the army and at his command. He has quieted down some since he first came, and if you don't think so, ask any of those in his classes the first year. There is a difference---the voice of experience speaking. Well, things were quiet for us in our third year in high. Nothing very in- teresting happened during the school year, but in the summer we lost one of out dearest classmates, Agnes Moody. We were Juniors when we started back in September and very much consciencous of the fact. We Just had to lord it a little over the lowerclassmen. We rushed around the building looking very important. But the novelety wore off after awhile and we settled down to work. The Jr. Sr.---so we thought-—was the most fun and the nicest St. John's had ever seen. Everyone had a good time, with Slernie taking pictures to pass around the next week. Ed Tuberville's band really laid them in the aisles. Soon after the Jr. Sr. came exams and everyone rushing around getting ready for his part in the graduation exercises. The girls worrying about white dresses for the daisy chain and the boys wondering who all was going to the choosen to be marshalls. Well, we got the seniors off in a blaze of glory (thinking as we did that we were now the big wheels ) and started on our separate ways for vacation fun. Knowing that this would be the last vacation we would have as high school students made the summer go faster than ever before and caused us to enjoy it more. As all good things have to end sometimes, summer drew to a close and here in its place was fall with school opening. We were dignified seniors now. We must act more sophisticated; more mature. We saw many changes this last year. The Student Council has been firmly set on its feet. The Snack Bar at recess has been instituted. And we, this class, has assured the following classes an annual by working for one this year. We were amazed at having an assistant coech---and such a good-looking one. too----when foot- ball season opened. Yes, the times are changing and St. John's with them. We've all had so much fun this last year and I know all the seniors feel, as I do, a little sad at seeing it go. We've been happy and blue, silly and sad dur- ing our five years at St. John's. We are sorry all of the class that started aren't finishing with us. We, the strong and daring (we passed Miss Entzminger's English, didn't weT), have mansged to graduate. We are, as I've said, a little sorry to go, but, again as I've said before, all good things have to end some- time. So7 with a grateful thank you f or all the many things St. John's, beloved faculty has done for us, with a fond farewell, we leave. Betty Lou Morris

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WE, WELDON OLOv, and CECIL BYRD, leave to Henry Hoffmeyer and Toby Davia, our ability to eat crackers under Miss Jone's supersonic eye without getting cau- ght. I, BILL DENNIS, bequeath my ability to loaf to Charles Langley: he needs to learn how, expecially during sixth period study hall. I, GENEVA COOK, my patience and understanding ways do leave to Mr. Simpson knowing that he can make good use of them. I, LUCRETIA McKEY, leave my pessemestic and inquisitive ways to Anne Gardner, for the rest of her days. I, BILLY EVANS, my athletic ability and peasing disposition do give to the most deserving Junior to have and to keep. I, DICK MCKELVY, my height do leave to Billy Mac Bunch, knowing how desper- ately he needs it • I, SARAH JOSEY, my ability to fix display windows do leave to Bertie Lou Den- nis, knowing she'll go places. I, HELEN COGGESHALL, do leave my valuableness, dependability and studious w§y to Nancy James• I, JOHN WILLIAMSON, leave to Billy Gore my ability to get along with Coach Simpson. He's sho' gonna need it I I, PEGGY JEAN HOFFMEYER, bequeath my ability to pass English under Miss Ent- zminger to Betty Pearce hoping she'll have as much luck as I did. WE, 3UDDY HUDSON and JOHN MEGGS, our bashful ways do leave to Larry Melton and James Banks, hoping that it will help them a little. I, ERSKINE GRIGGS, my seat in English class to some sleepy head, that needs to catch up on his sleeping, namely Lonnie Weatherford, do leave. I, FRANKLIN SESSOMS, being of sound min, (although this statement might be doubtful to Mr. Boggs), will my mathematical mind and actions to Mr. B.W. Boggs. I, ALAN HUDSON, leave my luck in Geometry to Sara Pauline Jackson. I, THEO JORDAN, my ambition to finish school, do leave to all these ambit- ious Juniors . I, JERRY BOSEMAN, leave my last nickel to Jennings Allen. I, CLELIA GARRISON, my English books do leave to Howard Tunstall, hoping that he never makes anything but A's as I did. I, CALVIN CLIFTON, leave my flashy red hair to Mary Lou Byrd, knowing that she never had experience with the stuff. I, KENNETH CARTER, leave my manly aspects to Ralph Dixon. I, ELIZABETH WATSON, leave to Barbara Hatchell my sense of humor hoping she- will make good use of it. I, JANSON BOOTH, my pitching ability do leave to these Junior pitchers, hop- ing they can find theplate, I couldn't. I, THOMAS MOODY, leave to Betty Boswell, my permament wave. I -ETTY REGISTER, bequeath to Marilyn Graham my singing ability hoping she'll go places with her golden voice. I DOROTHY WEATHERFORD, my ability to get to school on time to Helen Summers. WE, JAMES 3ELISSARY, VAL NANCE, and GENE HARRISON, leave peace and quiet. 17