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

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ONCE UPON A TIME .... Bill D. Jake Biddy Marilea Shirley M. Ginny 17

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SENIORS 1953 LEO TRAPP Slugger1 Better late, than never JAMES TYNER Kat' The world's no better if we worry, Life’s no longer if we hurry JOAN WARD Baby Ward Courteous in her manner, strong in her purpose JOYCE WATFORD Flossie Methinks she looks as if she were in love BILL WEATHERLY Runt Don't let studying interfere with your education EUGENIA WILLIAMSON Jean Rich in qualities of mind and heart CLASS MOTTO: Incline thine ear to wisdom and apply thine heart to understanding CLASS COLORS : Blue and White CLASS FLOWER: Red rose 16

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FROM BEWILDERED FRESHMEN TO DIGNIFIED SENIORS Everything has a history. Every tree, from the exquisitely proportioned dwarf ming to the sprawling giant oak, has a history all its own. Every person, every nation, every institution, and every class has a history. Here is the history of the 1953 graduates of St. John's High School: HISTORY This year is a dream come true for our graduating class. As far back as we can remember, we have looked for- ward to the day when we would graduate from high school. In the fall of 1948, we turned to the faculty of St. John's for guidance for the following five years. Although we were not aware of it then, we have realized since that we could not have selected a better school or a nicer faculty. We were greeted on our first day in high school by Mr. William Cain, who gave us the traditional pep talk, We were told that we,the sub-freshmen class, must learn the rules and regulations of St.John's. Of course, we were all too willing to submit to these rules, but our egos suffered a terrific blow when we learned that we were only sub-freshmen. Why! We were not even freshmen! But being in the building was some compensation, and we cer- tainly made the most of it. At our first class we realized that our rope-jumping, doll-playing, marble-shooting days were over. Why, to bring an apple to the teacher, a usual habit in grammar school, was definitely passe for high-school students. Our memories of exchanging valentines and Christmas cards were replaced by the realities of joining clubs, striving for high grades, and adapting ourselves to our new environment. I think I can truthfully say that we, as sub-freshman, got lost in the high school building more than any other class since 1916, when the school was officially opened. Some of our classmates were introduced to Detention Hall, and a few of them became famous for the time they spent there. Our first fire-drill will remain in our memories as a most unforgettable occasion. In our fright to vacate the building, some of us even jumped out of windows. Fortunately those windows proved to be only a few feet from the ground. We will never forget eighth grade math, taught by Miss Louise Douglas. She knew how much we wanted to be successful, and we have her to thank for getting us started right in our high-school careers. As eighth graders we were rats, and we were subject to initiation whenever the upperclassmen felt they needed a little entertainment. They had many stunts which we were called upon to perform. A favorite was the pencil game. To play this game, one had only to crawl along the gound, pushing a pencil with his nose. Our faces were smeared with lipstick, and a few of the boys were made to wear their pants backwards. Our attitudes toward this constant initiation determined our standing, not only with our classmates, but also with the upperclassmen. 18