Union High School - Acorn Yearbook (Vale, NC)

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CLASS PROPHECY In England far from the noise of battle, I visited the “Home for Incurables”. They need someone to read to them, to teach them some kind of handwork, and to entertain them. Dorotuy Davis and Mary RutH Huss: We will go. Across the Atlantic I flew and soon I was home again. Home where many fields of service are open to our boys and girls. I landed in New York. I saw a crude tower in which a single light was burning. Two silent figures were scanning the skies. I soon learned that they were spotters searching for enemy planes. Here is a splendid opportunity to be of service. Rosert LEONHARDT and GerorcE RoystTEeR: We will volunteer. I found on the home front need for industrial workers. The men on the fighting front must be replaced by high school boys and girls. The schools are suffering because so many teachers have left. We must provide the best education for the children of America if we are to keep the kind of country we are fighting for. MartTHa Yooper: I have always dreamed of teaching. Everyone of my classmates answered their call to service. I wondered what I might do. I knew that our government is calling for trained workers in offices. The need is desperate. So I’m off to prepare and go wherever I’m most needed. MarGaret WISE, Prophetess. ES, yee

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CLASS PROPHECY After I finished my assignments I reached for my favorite daily paper. As I scanned first one headline then another, I imagined going into the countries islands, and places about which I had been reading. b) As I traveled far and wide over the world I realized as never before that there were so many places where trained workers were needed. I flew over the battlefields of Africa, the war-torn countries of Europe, the strands of India and back over the towering skyscrapers of America. In each place I stopped I was besieged with requests to send help. At first I wondered what I could do, and then I thought of the thousands of young people who would be graduating from high school at this time of the year, and especially did I think of my classmates, and that they would be just the ones to fill some of these places. I went to a meeting of my class and told my story. As I glided over the vast Pacific I landed in the midst of one of the war-torn islands. I was attracted by a large hospital in the distance. Upon investigation I found that they were crowded with sick and wounded soldiers and were facing a scarcity of doctors, nurses, and dietitians. Here is a wonderful opportunity for our American youth. M. S. Heavner: I have always planned to study medicine. I shall offer my services at once. Mapce Woop: I shall go as a nurse. VIRGINIA Goins: And I shall join you. Doris Beam: I’m just dying to be a dietitian. I know I can be of service there. There was great need of construction engineers in North Africa to rebuild landing fields and important buildings which had been destroyed. JAMES SEAGLE: I shall join the engineer’s corps. I am willing to go to Africa.

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CLASS PICTURE In preparing a picture of the Class of 1943, I will not attempt to give you an exact likeness, because I'm not an artist and everybody knows it. Any of the teachers could tell you that I have never been good in drawing anything—except attention—and could never paint anything successfully, not even my own face. Besides, the Class of 1943 is a lively subject for even an expert to sketch. They are never any of them twice alike, nor apt to be found twice in the same place or position. I cannot see them as they see themselves, nor even as you may see them if you might stand for a time in my position. I can only paint them in words. I am sure you will pardon the exact measure- ments, for I know I would make a better carpenter than I would an artist. The Class of 1943 is made up of twenty-three members—six boys and seven- teen girls. We range in age from Mary Ruth Huss’s fifteen years, eight months, and three days, to James Seagle’s eighteen years, six months, and four days. We range in height from Mary B. Carpenter’s four feet nine and one-half inches—high heels, tall pompadour—to Bachman Brown’s six feet, with or without his silk stockings. We range in weight from Mary B.’s eighty-two pounds—brain and all— to Bachman’s one hundred and sixty-five pounds.