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❖ ❖ Next Year GHS Will Be Minus These ❖
7:45 A. M.
To think that next year as you open
the GHS doors to complete your book
’laming’ something will be missing!
For four long years you’ve watched
the Seniors grow. What will you do
without the echoes of Knot’s idiotic
laughter and Hawley’s husky voice? And
Sally’s northern talk and Hilda’s south
ern drawl? And Don’s individual man
ner of speech? Christine S.’s soft voice,
Robert R’s loud one, Billy S.’s deep
one, Lula Mae’s husky one, Alice T.’s
pleasant one, Mary Eleanor’s energetic
hello’s, and Doris W.’s jerky voice?
One must not forget Fat’s silent laugh
ter. Don’t forget David’s diplomatic talks
and Ida Bell’s perpetual jabber. Ethel’s
and Annie Mae’s quietness. And in
that same bunch comes Hilda S., Alma
P., and Grace J. And Hope’s sweetness,
and Dolores’. And Edith’s blushes. And
James J.’s bashfulness. Oh, yes, Grab-
bit’s ‘nice going’ and Marie’s ‘come to
order, please!’ Henry’s clear treasurer’s
report, and George’s vocabulary. John
R.’s personality^ and Susan M.’s under
We’re sure the office will miss Willie
R.’s and John F.’s daily admit slips. And
the Health Room will miss Shelton’s,
Virginia S.’s, Margaret W.’s, Rudolph
C.’s, and Dot G.’s frequent First Aid be
cause of being stampeded in the halls
by tall Virginia R. and ‘Zeke’ F.
What will the school be like without
Ray C.’s looks? Walter H.’s determina-
ing? Rebecca C.’s smooth dancing, and
Evelyn D.’s and Shirley L.’s jitterbug-
ging? MadeUne G.’s square dancing?
What will the school be like without
Buddy C.’s and Ann E.’s jolliness? And
Ray C.’s looks? Walter H.’s determina
tion, Deans R.’s ability, and Minnie S.’s
ivillingness? And how about Tommy
B.’s, Mary Louise’s, and Lillian J.’s flirt
ing, Mary H.’s, Walter J.’s bright re
marks, Clyde S.’s blushes, and William
Can you ever forget Strip’s wit? Letha’s
and Robert D.’s hair? Lenwood B.’s and
Elizabeth W.’s blonde hair, Raymond
B.’s black, Juanita B.’s and Gaynell O.’s
red, Louise Mc.’s precise curls, Burgess
R.’s and Evelyn G.’s curls, J. B. G.’s slick
hair and E. Royall’s windblown haircut?
Kat’s eyebrows and Mabel’s mouth? Les-
sie’s and Florence’s eyes? Ellen S.’s lips?
Julia T.’s dark and Virginia W.’s blue
eyes? Elsie S.’s talkative ones and E.
Moye’s eyelashes? We won’t ever forget
Ellen Lee’s and Hilda J.’s smiles, not to
mention James Pate’s grins. And Helen
R.’s shoes with no socks. And what
about Virginia S.’s wistful looks?
Who can ever forget Betty’s, Helen
W.’s, Olivia’s, Bertha’s cute and dainty
figures? And while we’re on the subject
what about Betty’s, Rachel’s, Martha’s,
Nellie’s, Camilla’s cute togs? And don’t
forget Sam B.’s loud shirts and Annie
Louise B.’s ribbons! And David Mc.’s
suspenders! And still on that subject we
mustn’t forget Shirley H.’s numerous
coats, Pete R.’s hats. And these hairdos!
Gertrude S.’s for instance!
These manners of traveling! Peggy’s
masculine walk and Kathleen G.’s
smooth one! Hazel W.’s strut! Speaking
of walking, reminds us of track—which
brings in Russell J.’s, and Bob M.’s run
ning and Norwood K.’s jumping. And
this in turn takes us to other sports:
Russell N.’s basketball, Herman P.’s and
Harry W.’s swimming, Seaberry’s base
ball, Shoeball’s, Charlie’s, Tommy E.’s
and Bill T.’s sports in general.
Who would forget Susie’s and Mabel’s
sweetness? And John L.’s politeness?
And Thomas T.’s constant friendliness?
What would this school be like with
out Buddy B. and the Hi News Shop?
Bill R.’s news reports? Tim P.’s driv
ing? Earl’s crazy chapel programs? E.
Mayo’s chemistry notes? And Bobbie’s
songs? Without William F.’s and Nor
ris’s photography? Doris Mae’s Class Day
practicing? Kirby’s imaginary cigars? B.
Brown’s popularity with the girls, Jane
B.’s library work, Elizabeth G.’s art? Bill
G.’s interest in boats, Sherrods’s and
Charles W.’s being in the band? George
W.’s and Marjorie J.’s singing? Louise
H.’s minutes? Everette J.’s sweet look?
Mabel J.’s class skipping? Mildred J.’s
and Gwen M.’s dimples? Horty’s honors?
Dot S.’s paper-lending, Christine S.’s and
Marjorie S.’s gum-chewing? Luke’s radio
work? Izzy’s sophisticated air? And
Prince’s interested spirit?
And what will the school be like with
out ‘Stoop’? He really seems to be a part
What will you do? We’re sure you’ll
miss us Seniors just about as much as
we’ll miss each and every one of you.
The week before the Class Day pro
gram, a few seniors found out a few
things they never knew before . . . ,
namely, that there is an hour in the wee
dark hours, 7 o’clock. Of course, that
may be exaggerated a bit; however, the
fact remains that early morning prac
tices, occuring at 7:45, brought forth
Just a sample: “I’m hungry. We al
ways eat at 8:45,” or “Say, look at my
hair. If I’d gotten up at a reasonable
hour. I’d still have a little curl!” Those
that did manage to scrape up a break
fast feasted on apples, warm milk fresh
from the milkman, water, pickles,
crackers, cold sweet potatoes, or cup
cakes. Appetizing, what?
All the shining morning faces which
fiction writers gloat bver were missing.
However, the early mornng mugs
weren’t the only feature of the rehear
sals. There were the afternoon rehear
sals, for instance. Practices should have
begun at 3:30, but every day, as regu
larly as the days rolled around, they
began at exactly 3:41.
Do you remember Strip’s vacant stares
as she nonchalantly strolled across the
stage? The cast was disgruntled be
cause it couldn’t see the stares, so, one
rehearsal. Strip dedicated one stroll to
the cast on the stage, and we got the
benefit of an open mouth and wide
eyes. And do you remember the first
two rows of people singing “nickel,
nickel, etc?” Edwin and Mary each
selected an original pitch for it, until
Miss Gatch begged them to get to
We’ll never forget the day that some
one ordered some of those two-for-a-
penny suckers. You know, the ones
with two pieces of candy on a stick. For
at least fifteen minutes, everyone said
his lines with a little stick wiggling
around. As a result, poor Miss Gatch
who didn’t get a sucker (she was too
polite to fight like the others), listened
with a perplexed expression on her face!
We finally managed to gulp them down
(no, dopes, not the sticks, the candy!)
and the practice went on.
Thinking it over, though, we had a
wonderful time all those mornings, after
noons, and one night. We discovered
new things about each other (how
people look at 7:45, for example). And
we also discovered the sparkling per
sonality of our friend and director. Miss
Gatch. (Be careful, though, when you
ask her about us!)
Come to think of it, that’s the last
play the class of ’41 will present. Sad,
—L. J., ’41