Stanford High School - Memo Yearbook (Stanford, KY)

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SENIOR CLASS President ..............Owsley Rochester Vice President ....................Jessie Francis Secretary.........................William Mobley Treasurer...................Thomas Pettus Faculty Sponsor ..............Mrs. Cash Billy Bryan George Dozier Edward Ensslin Richard Fisher John Goggin Victor Greer Hugh Sam Holtzclaw James Edwin Metcalf William Mobley M. C. Newland Douglas Noland Alfred Harris Pence Thomas Pettus James Phillips Jesse Edith Chasteen Lila Cozatt Jessie Francis Dolly Gill Mildred Gooch Vannie Hampton Martha Lee Hiatt Catherine Louise McLean Geraldine Morgan Naunearle Murphy Mary Nettie Peavyhouse Anna Pearl Vanhook Ida Mae Wyler Owsley Rochester Sharp

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 N V V7 y y V7 V7 y V7 V7 7 V7 V7 V V7 V7 7 V V7 V7 7 CLASS PROPHECY Round and round she goes and where she stops nobody knows. Thus, the Wheel of Fortune decides the fate of the Senior Class of 1938. What is this I see as it makes its first spin? It is no one but our own Dolly Gill, and, I believe, she is having a rendezvous with a certain dark-haired boy. Dolly, I’ll bet you were engaged when I first knew you. It turns again and stops, just to show me a hard working man in his labratory. It is the world-famous scientist, George Dozier, trying to perfect a formula for holding your girl. The wheel turns on, just to show a fire in the next block. It is the mansion of Mrs. Allen Scott Hamilton, known first to us as little Lila Cozatt, and, I believe, I recognize one of the firemen. It is James Metcalf and how handsome he looks wearing that fireman’s helmet on his head. As it moves a little farther to one side, whom do you suppose I find but Jessie Francis taking notes about the fire in shorthand like nobody’s business. She is now a staff reporter for the Courier-Journal and is so good that she gets a raise every month. Woe, hot zippity, this is good! It just turned again and whom do I see but Edith Chasteen playing her trombone on Tommy Dorsay’s Amateur Swing Contest. Boy, is she swinging it? Again the wheel turns and I see into a lawyer’s office where M. C. Newland is filing suit for divorce, charging mental cruelty. Whom else do I find in the office but Naunearle Murphy perched on the corner of her boss’s desk. Don’t know which she is doing most, making eyes at her employer or taking shorthand notes. The turn of the good wheel, Fortune, pictures me sitting down in a restaurant trying to catch my breath after a very strenuous morning. A young man in a white packet comes to take my order; his face is familiar, and he is no one but James Phillips who tells me about his engagement to Catherine V7 V7 V7 V 7 V V7 7 7 V 7 V7 7 7 V7 7 V7 7 V7 V