Woodville High School - Ramblers Reveille Yearbook (Woodville, MS)

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JUNIORS

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Class History Stand at ease! We've made it. In the twelfth grade it is hard for seniors to look back on a noisy room of first graders with their finger painting and sleeping pallets and see themselves. The second grade always made us feel important. Do you remember Mrs. Anderson or Miss Barks- dale, the army sergeant of Woodville Attendance Center? They took a noisy bunch of first graders and made us students. To us Miss Cavin’s third grade separated the good from the bad. Remembering those rainy after- noons and the readings of the Bobbsey Twins is relaxing to us now with our busy schedules. We really stepped up into the society in the fourth grade. That was a very good year for the game, captain-ball, although Miss Argue and Mrs. Campbell assured us that there were other things in the world to learn. We were saved by Mrs. Ford and Mrs. Tharp in the fifth grade. They tried to continue our educa- tion, although there were little interruptions now and then. For instance, one cannot feed worms to a tiny baby bird with a pencil. We gained this vital piece of knowledge first hand. Then what happened—?” Mr. Huff always kept us in suspense in the sixth grade with his unusual stories, and no one was ever surprised to be hit over the head with a stack of papers. This quickly taught us to get our lessons. Surprisingly enough to us, none of our teachers followed us to the seventh grade. We were contin- ually asking directions, and if it hadn't been for Miss Sarah Jensen, we would still be looking. Run for cover! was the general cry of alarm heard from the teachers when we were in the eighth grade. Their survival will always remain a mystery to us. Romance, anyone! The ninth grade was the year for big romances. The senior boys liked the fresh- man girls, and the freshman girls liked the senior boys. But, alas! the senior girls were not forgotten. They were busy feudin' with the freshman girls. Peeling noses and aching backs were displayed by a group of happy but sore tenth graders during the last week of school. We'll surely never forget that class picnic or Coach Vaughn. Step right up and get your popcorn, peanuts, and hot coffee! Those football games in our junior year certainly wouldn't have been the same without our concession stand. Wherever Mr. Withers is, we're certain he remembers that year. WORK! WORK! WORK! 1968 is finally here. We're noble seniors at last, but don't think that we haven't earned that privilege, because we have. Although hailed by some and frowned upon by others, we are SENIORS, all twenty-eight of us. We now must leave Mrs. Hartness and Mrs. McCraine behind, but we have a feeling that we won’t be missed for long. We leave behind us the juniors of today but the seniors of tomorrow.

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President Willie Morris Vice President Harry Trevillion Reporter Mary Ann King Secretary Susan Whetstone Reporter Ginger Treppendahl Treasurer Judy Montfort Junior Class Officers