St Matthews High School - Saints Scroll / Stinger Yearbook (St Matthews, SC)

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SENIOR CLASS OFFICERS PRESIDENT.......... VICE-PRESIDENT .... SECRETARY-TREASURER CLASS POET......... CLASS PROPHET...... CLASS TESTATOR .... CLASS HISTORIAN .... . . . Mark Buyck Donald Whetstone . . . Peggy Sauls . . Edna Robinson . . . Janie Rucker . . . Helen Millender . . . Mark Buyck CLASS POEM So we've done it at last! We've come through school safe and fast. And now we know, deep in each heart, That the day has come when we all must part. We leave to the Juniors all our cares, All our hopes and all our fears. And hope that the future to them will bring, All the best in everything. And now at the end of that long, hard road. We store up memories to save and hoard, Memories that will last forever and ever, Memories that distance can not sever. CLASS COLORS...................................Red and White CLASS FLOWER...............................American Beauty Rose CLASS MOTTO....................... In ourselves our future lies. 15

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PEGGY SAULS deniori JANIE RUCKER SHIRLEY ROBINSON ANDREW RUCKER JAMES RUCKER

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CLASS HISTORY We came, we tried and now we've succeeded! Our school days have been filled with excitement and fun. Reminiscing, our mind wanders through the passing events of the years. Our First Grade teachers, Mrs. Banks and Miss Harmon, had their hands full with Alfred Pitts as grandpa in the little rocking chair and Donald Whetstone a steady customer for the coat-room jail. The Second Grade was fun with Miss Richardson and Miss Ryan assigning homework only every other day. Miss Modelle Taylor coached us through our first taste of examinations and the Third Grade. As a class project, we built a miniature Dutch scene with windmill and all. Who could ever forget Mrs. Hiott and the multiplication tables? This was the Fourth Grade, and school began to take on a more serious meaning. By the Fifth Grade, we were little big shots with the first romances be- ginning to bud. Mrs. Senn was our teacher. We entered the Sixth Grade, and for the first time we could forget about air raid drills, for the war was at long-last over. Miss Almetia had quite a struggle trying to keep us out of her private life, but we finally succeed- ed (and so did she) for the next Christmas she became Mrs. Riley. All the girls fell in love with Mr. Crider during the Seventh Grade. Remember Shirley's big crush? We took High School by storm, determined to show everyone how the place should be run. Our Class had grown in size and number, and we were the largest class ever to enter the portals of SMHS. Besides the regular grind of racking our brains for the unknown quantity of 'X' or the hiding place of that Ceasar translation, our High School days have been filled with dances, football games, play practices and many, many memorable events including just as many B's on deportment. Miss Williams had us sweating and laughing through our first two years of High School English. Mr. Golson convinced all of us that matter was in- destructible. Artie Furtick memorized Gray's Elergy to be exemptfrom those super examinations for which Miss Fox is noted. Whose fingers will recover from Mrs. Crutchfield's typing classes? Among the many athletic accomplishments during our days at St. Matthews High were four District nine football championships. Quite a record for anyone! Baseball and track also shared the limelight. But the gleam never seemed to reach the basketball court until our final year, when the Jhckettes trounched all opponents and claimed the district hard- wood crown. Paramount over all else was our lavish Junior-Senior Banquet on April 27, 1951. That night will linger in our memory forever. Our Class presented two superb plays, The Bat in the Belfry , as Jhniors, and Was This Murder? , as almighty Seniors. All this, and much more, too, has endeared to us these hallowed halls of SMHS. 16