Memories of Grade and Jr. High School days, center around the excitement of plays, programs, recess activities, parties, Christmas gifts, Valentine boxes, unusual artwork, note passing, heart throbs, baseball and basketball games, and favorite teachers.

Upon entering high school, we became a very progressive class. Of course, we started out just the same as all Freshmen, carrying our enrollment slips with us for weeks to be sure of getting into the right rooms. Even with just four minutes of looking for room numbers, chatting with friends, and stopping to gaze at some handsome tall senior boy or some cute and vivacious senior girls, we managed to rush breathlessly into the room before the bell rang. Chief Splinter Pickers on the football team were: Bill Holloman, Donald Lanning, Gib Young, Howard Smith, Jasper Young, Les Stanley, and Bill Montague. Mr. Morgan taught us Business and left at the end of the year. Business students, do you remember the definition of MONEY????? Helen Mullins was crowned Queen of the Leap Week Dance and Les Stanley King. The G.A.A., under the leadership of Misses McKenna and Hutto, taught the girls a little about military life with marching and exercises in the gym! Being air-raid wardens for practice black-outs was exciting.

Our Sophomore year brought us one year closer to the top. After having bottom lockers our Freshman year, we put our locks on early to get the choice top lockers. This year we escaped the avalanche of books, pencils, and bottles of ink forever falling from the top lockers during the mad-noon rush. The G.R. - Hi-Y Chili Supper was a success. Mary Lou Sherman was elected Queen of the Leap Week Dance. We had a big picnic at the lake the last of the year.

Our Junior Year was decidedly marked by the nigh-perfect Junior-Senior Banquet and Dance with the theme, "Under the Big Top" so successfully carried out. We won't forget that delightful occasion. We won't forget either our aching backs, tired arms, and dirty knees from cleaning the gym floor to a glorious almost-white, the tallest ladder which wobbled so

unsteadily the minute you stepped on the bottom rung, the making and naming of the table clowns, and fixing the crepe paper strips in the form of a tent. Sweetie Face, 999 pounds and 14 ounces of women, drawn by "Mac" McCrum and the two trapezes hanging from the ceiling added a lot to the circus effect. The Junior Play, "Brother Goose", was another important occasion. Bob Pulliam had the lead with a supporting case of Peggy Showman, Barbara Wack, Helen Mullins, Margaret Phares, Eileen Churchill, Jo Jean Nichols, Lee Sechrest, Martha Richardson, Norma Loch, and Bill Holloman. Baby's portrayals of mischievous Hy seemed almost natural. Could it be? Richardson very gracefully performed her fall on the stage, Jo Jean, in her stylish and neat maid's costume, should have had her picture in Mademoiselle. We helped with practically all the decorating for the George Washington Formal Ball in February. We had charge of quite a few attractions for the Jitney Dance Sponsored by the Student Council. The four Juniors elected to the National Honor Society were June Brewer, Barbara Wack, Margaret Phares, and Mary Lou Sherman. Cheerleaders for that year were Helen Mullins, Rosemary Chamberlin, Lee Sechrest, Bill Hays, and Rachel Rothe. Rosemary Chamberlin was elected Football Queen for the Thanksgiving game that year.

But of course, being Seniors tops everything. And we found out about the glorious feeling of being admired and followed by lower classmen. Remember Raymond Ricci's superb piano-playing, Pulliam and Clifton's smooth trumpet duets, Barbara Wack's cute readings, and Elnora McClintock's perfect accompaniment in assembly programs? Remember those Minstrel Show rehearsals? And how Gene Cortner made everyone swoon with his "Somebody Lied"? And that Blackface quartet of Ricci, Lanning, Cortner, and Stanley? And all the money we made from the Jitney Dance at the P.T.A. Carnival? Cheerleaders were Helen Mullins, Richard Holloway, Rosemary Chamberlin, Fred Houk, and Lee Sechrest.

Our High School days are over and the past experiences and happenings are never to be forgotten. Now, we expectantly look into our future.