Stanford High School - Memo Yearbook (Stanford, KY)

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g K V A % ' 7T rr7rrT777]rrrrs r v77rsr77 s7Jr 77f77 7r77 zrr77 i CLASS HISTORY Let us take an imaginary trip back to 1928 when the Seniors of 1940 entered the first grade with Miss Annie McKinney. Only six of the thirty-one that are graduating started out that year—Ann Roberta Beazley, George Hail, Jr., Tommye Hill, Alfred Pettus, Katherine Peavyhouse, and Mattie Mae Brent. We entered the third grade under Miss Wearen, but she didn’t stay with us long because of illness and Miss Elsie Coleman took over the class. Barbara Nunnelly, our little red headed,freckled face member, joined us, coming from the nice sunshine of Florida. The north also sent us two members, Wicky Pence and kinky headed Harold Koenig, both coming from Ohio. In the fifth grade Betty Ruth Fields joined us. It seems she liked us so well that she skipped the fourth grade to be with us. We moved on to the sixth grade and Lily Dunaway, coming from Mt. Moriah, was waiting to join us. The seventh year of our school life saw our class grow somewhat. Lloyd Baxter, Howard Conley, Eddie Harris, and Ralph Hester decided they would stay in the seventh grade two years and join our class. In the eighth grade Walter Holtzclaw waited for us. Walter thought he was smart when he got by the seventh grade and the other boys failed, but he just wasn’t smart enough to make the eighth grade in one year. In the middle of our eighth year Joe Givens came to our class from Hubble. Barbara Nunnelly left us in the fifth grade to take a trip to California, but she just couldn’t stay away. She took her place with us again in the eighth grade. Slowly we were growing up. Now ready to enter high school. The Freshman vear we only had one member to come to our midst. Mildred Greer came to us from Danville. We were still moving on. Sophomores now, with several new members taking a place in our class. Talitha Berlepp came to us from McKinney, Nancy Pence from Hustonville, Elmer Anderson stayed in the Sophomore class two years in order to be with us. Lena Turner, who had been out of school several years, came back as a Sophomore with our class. 2iyj 7J 7Jj;7V:77 777777Z7T777777777-777777777777777r777777T7

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r7777777777777777777777777777777777777777ZZSi Our Junior year saw several new class mates. Joy Reynolds from Highland. Willie Doan got tired of school and stayed out two years, but joined us when we were Juniors. Wilbur Johnson came from Kings Mountain and John Baker, a North Carolina product, entered our Junior class. It is here at last! Our Senior year, which we have looked forward to for years. Juanita Garner must have heard about us in Hustonville, because she has come to graduate with us, and Billy Fields, Bennie Curlis, and Lee Cass Elder increased our enrollment to thirty-one. The Seniors of 1937 can no longer say that they are the largest class to graduate from Stanford High School, because we have just as many as they did. CLASS PROPHECY The old fortune teller laid the cards just so, and this is the way she foretold the interesting events the future holds in store for the memorable class of 1940. Ah!—I see a poster on a telephone pole. What does it say? Why, it says “Eddie Harris for Representative.” I wonder if he will get the votes of his classmates who were such staunch democrats or if Katherine Peavyhouse, the old maid school marm, and Elmer Anderson, the model farmer, will be the only ones who’ll vote for him. Surely he can depend on his wife, Lena. Just across the street hangs a sign which reads “Paddle Bowling Alley.” Yes, you guessed it; it is run by Paddle Hester. Inside I see Joe Givens who smells like gasoline because he runs the Gulf station where he used to work, and Billy Fields who has worked for Baughman’s Mill since he was a senior in Stanford High. I can tell by the cards that the June 25th issue of the Interior Journal will be practically full of accounts of weddings. “Who? Well, whom do you suppose? Pence-Gilliland, Nunnelly-Baxter, and Hill-Gilliland. Mattie Mae Brent seems happier than most of the other girls working at the Goodall plant at Danville. Why? Well I certainly think she has a right to be happy. She has a diamond ring on the third finger of her left hand. Lily Dunaway is good in typing and shorthand in school; isn’t she? Ah!—yes, as I glance at the cards, I see her happily pecking away on a typewriter in a lawyer’s office. Just as she finishes the letter she is typing, in walks her high school friend, Joy Reynolds to tell Lily the news of her engagement. Lily only says, ‘You always were fond of Kings Mountain.’ 777777777777777777777777777: