Whitesburg High School - Cherokee Yearbook (Whitesburg, TN)

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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

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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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SOPHOMORE CLASS HISTORY The Sophomore Class of 1944 began to travel upon the highway of intellectual attainments ten years ago under the direction of Miss Eileen Ruble and Miss Emma D. Smith. As we have pursued onward on our destined course, facing the temptations and difficulties of life's early pathway, we feel we have carved upon each mile stone that which will serve as a guiding mark to those following in our footsteps. When we entered high school, the Sophomores, Juniors, and Seniors with their traditional feelings of responsibility which characterize their classes, felt it to be their duty to impress upon us our lack of achievements and intellectual efficiency. This they did well. We feel proud of our re- cord in the Freshman Class. Juanita Franklin received the Scholarship medal given by the American Association of Uni- versity Women. , And now as Sophomores, we have supported the various ac- tivities of the school, being represented in the various A clubs and in athletics. Ruby Bledsoe was selected as Carni- val Queen and Wayne Haun as King. We realize that we are journeying on and that time is passing swiftly. Only by our past record may be judged the future. The Sophomores are looking forward to the next two years as years nobly spent in upholding the honors and unstained reputation of Whites- burg High. It is our highest aim to hold our burning torch high in order that it may gleam back upon those who are treading along the dreary way of life's testing ground. We are rising upward together, bound in friendship and having the destination to be the best Senior Class that Whitesburg High has ever had. CLASS POEM Two years we've toiled together, The sophomore class of forty-four, Toiled through bright and sunny weather We've done much and are going to do more. We've had our troubles and trials We've had our days of fear We've had our sad denials But we meet these with cheer. For we knew that we could never Gain success in a single bound, Neither did we wish to sever Toil from pleasure for renown. Yes, we've borne bold facts bravely Why the reason you can guess, Strengthened by our motto daily, nThe Road of Toil Leads to Successn. Lakie Anderson