Whitesburg High School - Cherokee Yearbook (Whitesburg, TN)

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SENIOR CLASS POEM Whitesburg sends out a class every year This one is fifferent, listen here, Ours is a class twenty-nine strong But we are, indeed, a happy throng. One of our number to the Marines did go, He's still one of us, don't you know. By the name of Johnny we are particularly blest A fat one, a lean,one and Johnny, the pest. One of the Jones boys, named J.P. And a small little fry named Pee Wee. You never get lonesome nor even blue When these guys are around I'm telling you. Just two Katherines, an Orrick and a Brock Nope, there ain't another in our flock. We have two Williams gals, Jean and Martha Ann Try and beat their looks if you can. We have two Lanes, Mary Jane and E. O. We'll never forget them wherever we go. Elizabeth and Cleatus, both pleasing to the eye, You can bet your life they rate sky high. Then come Pearson and Price, both tiny and neat, In charming ways they can't be beat. Next is Blanche with efficiency as her goal, And with a smile for both young and old. We have Jesse and Carl, both favored with looks, Not only that but they're good in their books. Yes, there is a Thomason by the name of C.D. A very fine lad you'll find him to be. For three fair ladies there's Norma Jean, Betty In Ugetting aroundu they do quite a lot. We have Frances too, a cute little lass, Fond memories of her will never pass. To win sports is Helen's and Beulah's intent, Because they always take part in every event. We have a Virginia Loudy and a Whited one too, Who have proven to be both kind and true. As for me, Nellie Haun, I'll say, HGood-bye and good luck for ever and a day, And when our diplomas we have won, Let's look back and say, it's all well-donen. and Dot

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SENIOR CLASS WILL AND TESTAMENT We, the Senior Class of Whitesburg High School, being of sound mind and memory, and considering the uncertainty of this frail and transitory life, do therefore construct, or- dain, publish, and declare, due to the Commencement Exercises this to be our last Will and Testament fof l943-441. First we order and direct, as a united body, that our sponsor, Mrs. Brooks, for her willing efforts and great in- terest in boys and girls, have our heartiest gratitude and appreciation for her understanding ways in guiding us through ' 1 our senior year. Second we wish to leave our personal belongings. There- fore, I do hereby set forth the personal wills of the indi- vidual members of the Senior Class of l945-44. Wilfred Breeding wills his basketball talents to Fred Haun. ' Blanche Haun leaves C.D. Thomason gives Newberry. her loud talk to Ortha Jenkins. his mechanical ability to Clyde Johnnie Drinnon's height goes to Denver Hurst and C.E. Shanks gets part of Johnnie Elmore's excess weight. Cleatus Carter bestowes her basketball talents upon Ann Lynn McCravey and her wavy hair to Minnie Whited. Joe Woods receives the chemical knowledge of E.O. Lane, 8.180 the leadership of Jesse Shipley. Carl Harmon wills his debating skill to Ernest Lee. Nellie Haun and Virginia Loudy leave their studious abi- iity to Dorothy Creech and Sally Stubblefield. Lorraine Worthington gets the personality of Mary Brock and friendliness of Betty Lou Hayes. To Patsy Smith goes Doris Turner leaves Beulah Bledsoe's basketball skill. her pep and energy to Ruth Ballard. Rosa Fisher gets the dependability of Elizabeth White. To Reubenia Whitaker goes the timidness of Frances Reed, and quietness of Irene Pearson. Virgie Price and Virginia Whited leave their ability to talk to Rosa Fisher and Jean Carpenter. Jean Williams wills To Madge Seals goes erine Orrick's hair bows Martha Ann Williams Norma Jean Rhea and to Minnie Whited. J.P. Jones, Johnnie leave to Clyde Newberry, her love for the boys to Inez Turner Helen Dodson's chewing gum and Kath- leaves her temper with Dorothy Long. Mary Jane Lane will their dark hair Miller, and I, Dallas Thompson, Joe Tate Davis, and Talmadge Gardner our loyality to each other and our practice of that old adage HTogether we stand, divided we falln.

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JUNIOR CLASS HISTORY In writing this class history, the members of my class want me to express their kindest regards and good wishes to our sponsors in the past years, who have helped us over the greater part of the river of high school learning. In the fall of 1942, a Freshman Class, over thirty strong, climbed the steps of old W.H.S. The spring before we had been proud graduates, but that fall day we realized we were only lost, green Freshmen. But soon our common burdens and troubles made us a strong united class. This year the girls felt a closer bond of friendship when they were at last included in the Annual Girl Reserve Best Date Party. We entered the second year of our high school days with higher hopes and more definite in our purpose. This year we had a contest between the high school classes in buying defense stamps. Our class won and was given a delightful party by Mrs. Newman. We also had our Girl Reserve Party and in the early spring our English teacher, Mrs. Frank Moore, went with a group of us to Lloyd Kirkpatrick's Spring on a Weiner roast, where we enjoyed a very nice evening. When this year, our third one came around we climbed the steps for next to the last time. We realized for the first time, our school days were drawing rapidly to an end. This year we resolved to try to become better all-round students. As yet we haven't given any parties, but we are looking forward to the Junior-Senior Banquet the last month of this school year. We are also impatient to start on our class play which is scheduled for the first of March. Patricia Smith CLASS POEM when we were Freshmen we hardly knew Which way to turn with our little few. We kept on trying, till alas one day The time had come, we were on our way. We were Sophomores at last, doing our share With the tools we had, they weren't all there! There was a time for study, a time for fun We had some leaders to say which one. Now, we're Juniors toatin' the load So good ol' Whitesburg, clear the road. when we're Seniors, we'll have the game No one can stop us or us defame. Ruth Ballard