Pvt. Arius Holbrook, somewhere in Belgium, is getting along fine according to recent news from him. He has been overseas for 21 month. He states that he misses the good old U.S.A. and all of his good friends in Kentucky.
Pvt. Holbrook’s wife, Mrs. Blanche Holbrook, and son, Jr., are living at their home at Mayking. They say they “will keep the home fires burning and praying for his return and victory soon.”
(The above article from the Feb. 15, 1945 Mountain Eagle.)
From the Aug. 23, 1945 Mountain Eagle:
Whitesburg looks forward to a school year in peacetime.
After nearly four years of “School at War”, Whitesburg hopefully looks forward to a year of school in peacetime. With a full program of transportation restored and extended, a large increase in enrollment in high school is expected and plans are being pushed to the restoration and extension of the whole school program.
The New Year will be opened with a Faculty meeting on Monday, Sept. 3, at nine o’clock. The grades and freshmen will enroll Tuesday, Sept. 4, at 8:30 and the upper classes will enroll at the same hour Wednesday morning. Freshmen must present eighth grade diploma and should present the eighth grade report card.
We are looking forward to a great year of schoolwork and expecting the foundation to be laid for many more good years—Curtis J. Reed, Principal. Senior Class History–1946
By class member
In the year of our Lord, one thousand nine hundred and forty-two, there entered into Whitesburg High School 178 Seekers of Knowledge, fresh from the 8th grade, with heads crammed with about all there was to know, so we thought. Happily we set out on our long journey, confident in the thought that we would attain, easily, new heights and unheard of successes in the new fields opened before us. Hardly had we started on our journey when we met such a wild bunch of beings as we had never seen before. These beings called sophomores seemed to take great pleasure out of making each step we took miserable for us. We were very busy that first year, buying study hall books, watching the upper classmen so we would know what to do and say, and studying hard. We began thinking that maybe we didn’t know everything but we were learning fast and soon would. We were called green, but all green things grow. We were like a bud pushing its head above the ground in its first lap of the journey to be full-grown flower.
In our sophomore year, as we started on the second part of our journey, there were only 91 of the original ones. As all sophomores do, we begin putting into practice all we had learned the year before. Classes were skipped occasionally; we studied less, went tearing through the halls and up and down stairs, and irritated the freshmen. On the whole though, we were pretty good. The other classes were making it pretty miserable for us, yet we were taking it like veterans. We were very sure of ourselves this year for we certainly had learned a lot in the past year. Like a bud we held our heads up proudly, we were beginning to grow, some of our leaves to open up, and we began to take on a vague, through definite form. The second lap of our journey hadn’t been so hard and we had new hopes and ideas.
In our junior year, the third lap of our journey, we had 62 members. We began to get settled down and realize that all was not play. We were very energetic now, being familiar with the terms poology and boyology, and were pursuing these as best we knew how. Of course we took other studies too, such as geometry and English, but they had us going around in circles and our direct object was to get out of them as quick as possible. This year wasn’t as easy as the other two had been. All was not smooth sailing; tests were heaped up on us by the dozens, our studies increased, and there were occasional “flare-ups” with the seniors. But, we didn’t mind, we were almost full-grown flowers now and with a different outlook on life.
We began our senior year, the fourth and last, with 55 members, 123 of our original 178 had dropped out in the four years. Some went into the armed forces, some got jobs, some went to other schools, and some got married. Also some additions had been added to our ranks from the armed forces and from other schools. We worked harder than ever this year and felt we deserved the distinctive title of seniors. At the end of the year after all of our studies and examinations were over, we proudly accepted our diplomas at graduation. Some of us plan to go to college, others to get jobs. In the years to come, out of this class will develop teachers, doctors, lawyers, secretaries, beauticians, and others of different professions. There has never been another class like this and there will never be another. At the close of the year we felt full-grown, ready for the future, confident that we will reach the high goals we have set.
Though the four years we were fortunate to have the following teachers: Principal Curtis J. Reed, Carlice Breeding, Isaac Hogg, Paul T. Boggs, Follace Fields, W.L. Stallard, Mrs. Hugh Hurst, Edgar Banks, Earl Hogg, Joda Adams, Mrs. Bonnie Blair Day, Miss Ann Dugan, James Marion Stamper, Mrs. Dave Craft, Mrs. J. T. Sudduth, Mrs. Belle Gish Hundemer, Mrs. Mary Glenn Jenkins Passmore, Mrs. Ritter Fugate, Mrs. Paul Vermillion, Miss Dana Ison, Mrs. Rosa Hale Jones, Stephen Hansford Bowen, Myrel Brown, Sanford Adams, Mrs. Eunice Combs Taylor, Ira Whitaker, and D. L. Estes.