Turner High School - Hi Lite Yearbook (Atlanta, GA)

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CLEDITH WILKINSON I NOT PICTURED BENNIE TALLEY CHRISTINE HALL MARY MITCHELL RACINE WINSTON MARY ELIZABETH WORTHEM JEANETTE WRIGHT RALPH WRIGHT LI LLIAN WYATT BARBARA ANN YOUNG MAGGIE ZIMMERMAN

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ADDIE TO LIVER JENELLE TRICE ANNA EUGENIA TRUITT RUBYE CATHERINE VARNER CHARLES WALKER SOLOMON WARD JAMES WASHBURN JUANITA WATKINS RAJAH WEAVER VICTORIA WELDON

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' Class History We had scarcely entered the auditorium when strangeness seemed to engulf us, to envelop our very being. The lights blinked, signaling the time for the curtain to rise. N o one saw or paid any attention to us. We could discern no particular person for the lights were out. Still we felt that something was about to happen to us, and then-a quick glance-which we were able to get from the exit light at the rear-startled us. We read: This is Your Life-Turner Hi Class of '54. Class of '54? Why, that is our class! We are members of that Class! Gosh! N o wonder we felt as we did. We were now accustomed to the dark- ness and we could make out the visages of many persons near us. Gee, we knew them! We had associated with them for five years, and, in some instances, longer than that. Our eyes were suddenly filled with tears. With slight embarrassment, we glanced at our program- This Is Your Life-Turner Hi Class of '54. ACT I The narrator spoke softly, warmly, yet courageously. Time has a way of slipping by. It seems as though it was yesterday that we, wide-eyed, scared, and excited kids scrambled into rooms of Washington and Howard High Schools to begin reading for Act I, Scene I of the play, destined to be, beyond all doubt, we thought, the play of all times. High school life began in a whirlwind under the direction of Mr. H. S. Powell, Mr. A. J. Mar- tin, Mrs. D. C. Flagg, Mr. O. A. Hill, Miss C. C. Jones, Mr. J. W. Willingham, Mr. W. D. Brad- ley, Mrs. L. P. Glover and many others. None of us were noticed particularly, for life was an overwhelming drama in which we played the role of understudies to persons in lead- ing roles. The stage was set and slowly but surely we accepted our parts. ACT II. September, 1951-A calm and peaceful autumn day which was suitable for a perfect setting as the scene shifted to our new thea- ter, The H. M. Turner. My! How beautiful, how attractive and how convenient were sounds from actors and actresses here and there as we wandered about as if in a daze, placing little value on those things that assured us a successful future. This, however, was no different from the usual custom or from the average young' sters at our age level. Director Davis soon set us at ease and all signs or stage fright left when he com- pletely assured us that there were many abled, spiritual and moral lifters of this in- stitution to direct us along our way. Act III September. 1952-Juniors-very digni-' fied -Juniors and a very important cog in the wneel of progress at Turner. We had placed students in such activities as: band, chorus, football, basketball, dramatics, tennis, track, and all other extra-curricular activities of- fered. During this year we passed through our Garden of Gethsemane, not with flying colors at all times, but with some laughter, some tears, some Joy, some grief, and yet the will to carry on. ACT IV September, 1953-Seniors-with fo ur sections remaining, led on by Mr. Arnold, Mrs. Evans, Mr. Nash and Mrs. Sutton as homeroom teachers. We could not fail. Na- turally there were still a few cases of ab- sentia memoria, and times when various ones were barely passing in basic subjects, a few even dropped out, but always when the go- ing was rough, we were assured calmly, but firmly that: A quitter never wins, and a winner never quits? The Production will continue. We must journey on, separated from the love and warmth of the Turner family. We are moving straight toward a beaming horizon that we can barely see through the clouded auditori- um window. Turner has conditioned us to meet many of life's obstacles. Life's challenge is here before us, and we go, go with fight, courage and strength. We go with millions of other high school grads, realizing, like Shakespeare, that: All the world's a stage . . As the auditorium emptied, we could see the curtain closing after the final curtain call. We looked up in silent meditation. The ceiling of the auditorium seemed to fold away, and all that was left was the image of four years-for some, well s p e n t-f o r others, ???? O' We began in a low whisper, and our fellow classmates mused along with us, Give us strength to continue this Produc- tion. J acquelyn Johnson HISTORIAN