Summerfield High School - Bugle Notes Yearbook (Summerfield, NC)

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Betty Louise Wilson Margaret Ann Wilson Glee Club, 2,3 Music, 1,2,3,4 Beta Club, 3,4 G.A.A.,3,4. Sec., 4 Bugler Staff, 3,4 Basketball, 3,4 Marshal, 3 Annual Staff, 4 Mary Sue Winfree Glee Club, 2,3

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Pom? years have passed as a confusion of memories, of friends, of parties, of games, of exams. The preservation of these memories is the purpose of this history. What happened to our time, that intangible quantity of nothing? Re¬ member when in 1944 (that day of our dreams), we were finally in high schooll With pounding hearts and noisy mouths 36 little-green-know-it- all-freshmen gathered in Mrs. Gamble’s room. Now, we were actually in the midst of high school students and teachers. Something like a whirl¬ wind, catching us in its clutches and pushing us along with the rest of the students, started. None of us quite knew where we were going or what we were doing, and we uttered oaths and outbursts of protest which resulted in alarming conduct grades. However, Mrs. Gamble, our appoint¬ ed admiral, soon started us on our right course. To command our ship of destiny, we elected the following class officers: President, Jimmy Lee; Vice-President, Bob Brown; Secretary, Rachel Smothers. In all our clas¬ ses we struggled, but oh, how we struggled in physical ed, learning to square dancel Then finally one bright day we gave the first square dance performance in the gym. The freshmen of 44 also had their own basketball team, plus having some of our own on the school teams. We were definitely athletically inclined. To exhibit our gray matter, and to apply our civics, we held a presidential election. After the usual registering, campaigning, and vote counting, Roosevelt won. Work, but fun, those three little words very well sum up freshman year. Our second year in high school found Mrs. Summers behind the stern of the vessel. The order All Handsl was all that was necessary to sum¬ mon the entire crew to meet any job. We won two contests, the P. T. A. Membership and P.T.A. Attendance. The rewards for these were two half holidays. Remember the picnic at Guilford Battleground—fried chicken, proposals, and wading in the lake. What a day! This year the Sophomore Home Ec. Girls gave the Seniors a luncheon. Not quite sure of our ef¬ forts as cooks, we had the bicarbonate handy, but luckily we didn ' t even need it. We had our first oratorical contest this year, and two members of our class (Bob Brown and Rachel Smothers) entered. Ellen Metz, a Sen¬ ior won, but she was trailed by one of our Sophomores, Rachel S.. Time gravely floated on, and we with it.