On April 18, 19 and 20, the boys of the Hi-Y Club of Whitesburg High School started an annual affair in the Hi-Y camping trip. The boys left on April 18 in trucks, drove to the camp on Cumberland known as “Sleepy Hollow,” and spent three big days with one another out in the great open spaces. About twenty boys took the trip, and every minute spent was a real pleasure. Plans have been made for making this an annual event along with the Bible study, basketball tournament and many other interesting features of boy’s Hi-Y work. Mr. Yonts, president-elect of the organization, wishes to invite all the red-blooded boys of Whitesburg High School into one of the liveliest Hi-Y organizations of any school in the state.
A senior’s philosophy of life
More and more we must realize that life is a stern reality, that daily demands of us the best that we have. It is the stage in our progress where everything counts on the Great Final Score. And, again, we must recognize the great purpose of life in its attempts toward the development of those finer qualities of character which make the real man or woman. If we do not put forth our best efforts, life for us will not be a success. “He who sows the wind inevitably reaps a whirlwind.” And so it remains for us to be at our best at all times, morally, mentally and spiritually if we are to enjoy life to the fullest. And again we must realize that artificiality has not place in the established order of life, only can a man be truly appreciated and seen when the mask of artificiality is removed. And as we, the seniors of 1930, leave, let this be our creed: Be honest, be natural, be true-yes, true to the highest ideals of man. Face the world with a smile and say, “I can, and I will do my best.”
“To thine own self be true and it will follow as the night the day, thou cans’t not then be false to any man.”
Now it is nearing the close of the school term and the spring feeling has gotten into our system. We boys and girls of the sophomore class have decided to cooperate. We have been meeting together and having some very fine programs. Although a few of our members have left vacant seats in our circle, we still hold the record of being the largest class in school, and our motto, “75% Strong,” still holds good.
A few months ago, we were considered the “Fresh, green things,” but no longer do we have to lie under such accusations. No sir, we are no longer in the class of “He who knows not that he knows not” — we soon are to be sophomores. What a pleasure it will be next year when we can look down upon the little insignificant green capped objects, known as freshmen. ‘Tis such a grand and glorious feelin’ to know that we are at the end of the row, and that when we again enter school we will have the privilege of “razzin’ the rats.”
Sure, we are sorry that our school is coming to a close, that is, in a way we are, but these long, lazy summer days are just too temptin’ to want anything but a fishing pole or the “ole swimmin’ hole” and, anyway, we are an industrious, ambitious lot, and we need the rest. It’s been a hard struggle for us but we’ve enjoyed it all. Believe it or not!
The seniors by Elizabeth Doyle
Before we go to reach our goal and bid you a fond adieu, My classmates ‘round me I shall call and introduce to you.
The first I shall mention is our lovely Ida Hart, who in class pays no attention but in athletics does her part.
Joe Reynolds is a good old scout with whom girls likes to dance, he hops and whirls ’em all about and flirts at every chance.
Wilma Adams, you must already know as a shark in every class, she has lots of friends who love her. So through difficulties she will pass.
Bill Vermillion is a handsome man who flirts with every girl he can; he has broke many a heart in time by feeding girls his catchy lines.
Clare Adkins, our typical co-ed, the girl with a sunny smile, who heeds everything she reads to make her future worthwhile.
A bashful boy is David Craft, who is always in a flush; girls often stop him on the street, so they can see him blush.
Hester Day is a sweet little miss, a senior with plenty of “It.” She has lots of pep and sex appeal and never known to quit.
Hubert Cook is a brilliant chap and very quiet indeed; in math and English he is apt, and teachers’ advice does heed.
A beauty I’m sure you know, or at some time have seen, is Lola Campbell, the sweet lil’ blonde, and no doubt, the Senior Queen.
Another lad in our school who always comes in handy, is Watson Caudill who keeps the rule and with school spirit is a dandy.
Lola has a dark little shadow, which isn’t like her at all; Fay Collins is as sweet as she is petite and witty as she is small.
Bradley Ison you know, no doubt, for he’s a clever lad; there’s nothing he knows not about in the lessons we have had.
There was a girl within our midst who was wondrous wise; since she’s gone she’s been missed, Virginia Rees, with big brown eyes.
Our president your honor, Glenn Clay I’m glad to have you know; He’s likely to rule for many a day, if his ability continues to grow.
Helen Crossman is very sweet, and is smiling all the while; she’s a girl we all adore, ‘cause we’re sure to catch her smile.
We want you to meet our athlete, with a letter on his chest; Arnold Kincer can’t be beat, he always gives his best.
Another pretty senior blonde is our bonny Bonnie Bates; she has her lessons up so well in class she always rates.
No doubt you’ve heard of Freddie Day, for he is the senior clown; he’s never busy, he likes to play, and for wisecracks has won renown.
Some say the men prefer blond, a perfect one; I assure you is Irma Banks, of whom we’re proud. You’ll like to have her near you.
Herbert Webb was popular here, and so has proven to be; His witty whims have oft been missed, for they fit him to a tee.
The next one in the senior row is modest as a rose; Clara Polchetti she is by name, who else could you suppose.
The senior sheik is Elmer Crites, who dresses to the limit; he studies days, parties nights, he’s busy every minute.
Helen Combs is rather small and gold all the way through; she isn’t large nor is she loud, with plenty personality too.
Pascal Hall, the boy of boys, who works in a grocery story; At games he makes all the noise and has won admiration galore.
Zola Day, we might compare to the modern Elynor Glynn, she has dark hair and dark eyes too, and writes stories sure to win.
Bernice Flynn is next on my list, Tho’ she is little she’ll be missed. She’s proven herself an artist of fame and in winning hearts has won a name.
Frank Fletcher here is welcome too and ready with a song; When he’s around one can’t be blue, he’s happy all day long.
Vivian Ford is a beautiful girl who wears her hair in many a curl; she plays the piano and sings well, too, she succeeds in all she tries to do.
Homer Yonts is a promising fellow, and has been a good student all year; He stands right up for white and yellow, for him let us give a cheer.
(The above article from the May 15, 1930 Black Kat Newspaper and the Yellowjacket Yearbooks.)
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