St Marys High School - Purple and Gold Yearbook (St Marys, WV)

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THE CLASS PICTURE us io tower over all our enemies, if we have any, and of course to look down on all the underclassmen. We are a very weighty proposition, for we weigh almost 5 tons. To be exact: 9,758 pounds and 13 ounces, the uneven figures being caused by some of the girls who are trying to reduce (no names to be mentioned). This great amount of weight makes it impossible for us to be pushed around or out of the straight and narrow. Our hand is plenty big enough to hold our place in this world for we would wear a size 558 glove. When it comes to standing on our own, our founda- tion is excellent for our shoe size is 612 which certainly gives us a fine foothold on the pathway to fame and fortune. Our head is plenty large enough to hold all the knowledge we have accumulated during our years of schooling and also that we will pick up during our journey along the pathway of life. It measures 1,612 inches in circumference. This amounts to a hat size 5125 «. Our abilities are many and varied, and cover almost every field. In music our members are among the finest, both in the vocal and instrumental departments. We have often times demonstrated the ease with which we can perform the finest of drama, recite the sweetest of passages and in other ways please and entertain. Our prowess in athletics has also been many times proven, and has helped to bring the names of both our school and home town before the eyes of many people, and always in a favorable wav. We all enjoy study under the tutorship of some older person. This explains ilself and we shall be grateful if you will refrain from commenting or making un- kind insinuations. In the future the members of our class will emerge in many fields. There will be doctors, lawyers, engineers, storekeepers, authors, and others, all of whom will be successful in their walks of life. Yet greater than all professions or busi- nesses will be the fathers and mothers who are doing their utmost to see that their children get the best in life, as ours have done for us. In closing I do truly wish to express my apologies for this crude portrait of our class. Possibly as yet this outline can not be entirely finished, but as time goes on the design will become more and more complete. As the years pass and we near the end of this all too short pathway of life, God, the master artist, will blend the colors which we present on the palette of the earth, and paint on the eternal canvas the perfect and everlasting picture of the Class of Nineteen hundred and Forty-seven. Bill Clovis

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THE CLASS PICTURE When I first contemplated drawing this word picture of the Class of 1947 I thought the job would be easy, but the longer I considered the task before me the more I realized the magnitude of it. Many great paintings have been placed on canvas and thousands of pictures of finest clarity and sharpness have been taken. Yet not one of the old masters nor the most skillful of all photographers could catch our class, composed of its seventv-two members, who in many respects differ as night and day, and yet fit so well together into what we feel is the greatest of all the many groups to pass from the portals of our Alma Mater. To reproduce it in its true light and color or in any way do justice to it would require a superhuman effort. It is with these thoughts before me that I begin, but first I offer my most humble apologies, especially to my classmates, for this feeble attempt at reproduction. $ $ « $ Of the thirty-one boys in our class the tallest is James Bones Heddleston who reaches to the 6'4 mark. The other end of the line is held jointly by Lyle Brammer and Paul Dutton who, with their heels against the wall and shoes on, manage to stretch to 5'6 . As to tipping the scales, Joe Boley takes all honors (minus the usual blue ribbon) with his 185 pounds. The atom weight champ cf our class is Benny Wagner, who, with a few Indian-head pennies and his hands in his pockets, weighs in at 124 pounds and possibly 1 or more odd ounces. In counting the girls (using a few borrowed fingers) we find there are 41. Standing above the others at 5'10 is Mary Smittle who eats her Whealies every day. The title of Shorty goes to not one but three maids who with their high heels on manage to reach 5'1 : Betty Hammett, June Roby, and Neva Stewart. The Amazon of the class is Ileane Matheny, who brings the pointer to 145. At the other end we have Katie Kester at 98 pounds who is closely followed by Anita Farson and Darlene Dotson at 100 and 101 respectively. It is easy to see that these girls are constantly in danger when there is a stiff wind blowing. In age the girls range from Ruth Roden who is but 16 years and 9 months old, io Lucille Campbell who is 20 years and 4 months old. The boys range from Gerald Bills who is 17 years and 1 month old to Joe Boley, Bill Heddleston, and John McSweeney who all are 21 years and 9 months young. Taken together in body as we are in spirit it is easy to see that our place in the future will be an important one. We are now 1,335 years, 5 months old which is an age at which we should (and we do) have great knowledge not only of the ways of life, but also in almost all lines. We are 409 feet 1 inch tall which enables us to look out over the world for the better things in life. It also permits

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ADMONITIONS We, Ihe Seniors of the Class of '47, feel it our privilege and duty to give the following advice to the under-classmen. If these admonitions are adhered to, we ieel that changes will take place which we believe will be for the best. Patty Smith: Settle down, you still have plenty of time. Martha Varner: Leave other girls' boy friends alone! Madeline Hall: Your legs are loo long for your skirts. Martha Rose Higgins and Frances Hamilton: Little girls are to be seen and not heard. Be quiet, will you? Lois Cox: We like older boys too. Jed Delong, Eddie Davis, and Joe Mack Holster: Don't be such pests! Everybody knows you're in school. David Riddle: Hi, Shorty! Wilma Jean Westbrook and Joan Farson: Why don’t you grow up so we can see you coming down the hall? John Smitlle: You're not old enough to be a boss yet. Max Snyder: Are you going to be a sucker all your life? Richard Howard: Give the girls a chance. Doris Elliott: Don't we think we're pretty? Wimpy Van Valev: Our pick for a future Casanova. Colleen Smith: Aren't we sort of young to be wearing furs? Esther Moore and Carol Nicholas: Surely, everyone knows you're in school by now. Billy Dennis and Bill Engle: We think you are two cute kids. Caroline Core and Honnie Pelhlel: Don't be so rough in Phys. Ed. Cub Hess: Keep on working, maybe you will be a coach somedav. Ila Lee Elliott: Why think so much of yourself? After all, you're only a Freshman. Jack Waugh: What are you going to do when a certain Senior (N.S.) leaves? Lucille Miller and Mary Lou Strickland: You're only eighth graders, what will you be like when you're Seniors? Martha Hill: Cheer up, Martha! Maybe someday you'll get a boy friend. Dwight Harding and Jim Cochrane: Our pick of 1948 football heroes. Sara Ann Haversiraw: Keep up doing the good work. It will get you places. Richard Blake: Keep up the fine play in basketball. Mattilou Eddy: Quiet, Please! Helen Scott and Louise Gwinn,- Remember there are others in the Junior Class. Doris Mav: You can't pick up a nice boy friend every day. Donald Dayhoff: Whv so bashful? Give the girls a chance. WE WOULD LIKE TO GIVE SOME ADVICE TO OUR CLASSMATES: Leona Higgins: Why not settle down? Eugene Nagy: We think you are nice. Why not get better acquainted? Ada Barnhart: What's Paden City got that St. Marys hasn’t??? Hi Hal. Neva Tice: Don't talk so much in class. Bob Horner: Why not give Mary Ruth a chance? Neva Stewart: Keep your swell personality. Charles Wright, Barney Foley, Burl Smith, and Charles Garrett: Act your age. John Frank Barron and Bill Clovis Don't start anything you can't finish!