Union High School - Acorn Yearbook (Vale, NC)

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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.

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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 PICTURE Taken together as one in body, we would make up an individual of sufficient age to know a great deal, if he’s ever going to begin to learn, for we would be three hundred and thirty-four years old. Our height is eight hundred and twenty- five feet and one and one-half inches, which certainly raises us far enough up in the world to allow us to tower above our enemies. We tip the scales at exactly two thousand, seven hundred and ninety-seven pounds. Our hand is large enough to get a good firm grasp upon the affairs of the world, for we wear a hundred sixty-seven and one-half glove. Our head is of sufficient capacity to hold even the vast amount of knowledge we have been cramming into it for the past four years, for we require a hat that measures four hundred and ninety-two. If we do not make the success in life that we desire and expect, it will surely not be because we cannot gain a foothold on the world’s battleground, by way of our colossal understanding, for we wear a number one hundred thirty-seven and one- half shoe. We have within our ranks, poets, musicians, actresses, preachers, statesmen, philosophers, professors, judges, lecturers, physicians, authors, artists, soldiers, sailors, and one United States president. Do not ask me to specify the which or the who. Ask me thirty years from now, and perhaps I may be better able to say, for, of course, they are still in a state of partial development. This is a subdued picture of the Class of 1943 very crudely sketched, but it gives us a glimpse of the great things it foreshadows. Mapce Woop.