Sumter County High School - Cat A Wah Yearbook (York, AL)

Page 16 text:

VII IW 12 THE CHANTICLEER 1930 1011 ' KV Maggie Pendergrass is a grey-haired old maid. Big goggle glasses adorn her nose and she is pegging away at Yale University trying to get her Ph. D. Katie Mae Bridges owns a beauty parlor in Paris, and she has the rep- utation for putting the kinks in and taking the wrinkles out to perfection. Lucille Dearman, is a leader in New York society and lives in one of the most beautiful mansions on the Hudson. Mary Mobley is teaching the dumb how to talk. She likes her position very much. Milton Alexander, our class poet, having won lasting fame in dimming the classics of Chaucer by his internationally known poems, is now writing for the American Magazine. Lucille Ginn is Coaching one of the all Southern basketball teams and receives most of her instructions from Ebb James. Her prowess on local courts made her a national figure in sports. Fousta Woods spends most of his time in his laboratory delving into the mysteries of science, trying to discover the formula for a good disposition. Joseph McAlpin is working in a big bakery but spends most of his time dodging the boss. He still tells of the year he failed to make the football team because of inexperience. Jewell Oates is the mistress of a large ranch in Texas and is a favorite of the cowboys. Gertrude Swain's curly locks and sweet smile has won her a place on the silver screen. Her soft Southern voice has also made a hit in the movie world. A hazy mist enveloped the mouth of the telescope. Suddenly I realized that it was all a vision. I was alone. I withdrew my gaze from the tele- scope and sat pondering over the illusion. I was very lonely. The mist spread with a slow deliberateness. A bank of fog sank over the observa- tory. MARY LOUISE WRIGHT VN... 'imp

Page 15 text:

V53 - ICU 1930 THE CHANTICLEER 11 VM- MV ,Senior Qlass 'Prophecy ROPHECY often is the logical continuance of the known into the un- known, and with the present knowledge we have of these Classmates of '30, it should be an easy matter to prophesy for about 25 years ahead. Since the prophet does not have to prove that he is, right and no one can prove that he is wrong, I consider it safe to plunge headlong into the future. Now you will just imagine that it is a fine day in the year 1955, and I will tell you how I found my classmates occupied. I was doing my best to concentrate on my astromonical work, but my thoughts continually wandered in reverie to my old classmates. In the midst of my very ardent study of Mars, the lens of my huge telescope would suddenly blur, and the silhouette of my friends would become visible. I cleared the lens impatiently, wondering at the strange phenomen. I was resolved to continue my work, but after constant repetition of fantastic vision I resolved to see it through. I considered it merely a temporary fault of vision, but being in a sentimental mood due to recalling friends and incidents of school days, I took my seat at the base of the telescope. Noth- ing was visible but Mars, grotesque in the powerful lens. Then a slow mist began to roll towards the mouth of the telescope, blurring Mars till it became invisible. Wondering, and with some misgivings, I held my gaze fast to the ocular illusion. The fog milled slowly about and then be- gan to disappear leaving a scene, startling in its clearness. First, is our president, Sammie Webb, twenty-five years from now. He is running busily along his way attending to the affairs of a large bank on Wall Street. Many of his patrons are coming into the bank to confer with the president. They find him as we have in high school days, always there when you want him. Next Carl Harmon, our vice-president, has become Governor of Alabama. The only reason he was elected to the office was that no one could get a word in edge ways when he was around. He has taken the state by storm with his garrulous ways. Everette Cobb, having settled down in York, has taken over the bus- iness of his father, known as Cobb Ka Company. He is making about a three hundred per cent profit on all his wares and is the same old Everette, for he could always get the money if there was any to get. Enola Peters is the head of the Department of Literature at the Univer- sity of Chicago and in her leisure moments she reads The Tale of Two Cities, her favorite pastime novel. 'NA -' . on

Page 17 text:

lil ROI 1930 THE CHANTICLEER Senior Glass Clyoem., IVES of freshmen all remind us Joyous everlasting days That our sorrows are behind us And our future only happy Ways. But the faculty and students Led us on in paths of right Took away our childish fancies Taught us how to work and fight. Then as sophomores we stumbled With a load of care and books Looking forward with ambition Stealing many backward looks. The junior class in '28 Led in football, fun and play Some times studied-always late Unless athletics led the Way. Seniors real, seniors earnest Treading on the sands of time Facing eagerly the future With diplomas on our minds. We are gathered here the last time And though our hearts are so depressed We can say with grateful hearts Good bye old S. C. H. S. MILTON ALEXANDER W- on