Class of 1959

 

 

 

1959 CLASS HISTORY

 

Early in September of 1947, the largest class in the history of Myrtle Beach entered the brand new Myrtle Beach Grammar School. We were those students who were about to experience new and wonderful things to come. In the future we will often refer to those six years of grammar school as "The Good Old Days."

 

We got our first taste of high school life earlier than the students before us. In 1953 the schools were overcrowded and the problem was solved by roving the seventh grade to the high school. The boys attended classes in the City Recreation Room, and the girls in the Educational Building of the Presbyterian Church. This was the first year we really began to participate in activities as a class, and we had a wonderful time. We went to Charleston sightseeing and had many other experiences that will long be remembered.

 

On entering the eighth grade, our first year in high school, we were initiated. This was done to the Sophomore’s delight and the sub-freshmen's dismay. We began to feel a little more grown-up and a little more important as we began to participate in the activities of the upperclassmen. We took our first exams and in the spring filled out our schedules for the coming year.

We were Freshmen, finally. This was a big moment for us. We were becoming more and more a part of a wonderful student body. This was a year of new steps. Some of us played on the athletic teams, others joined various clubs. We elected class officers and began to function as a unit. We learned the Alma Mater and sang it with pride.

 

After a typical lively Myrtle Beach summer, we were back in school as Sophomores. Vacation was nice, but we were glad to get back to friends and activities. Those of us who were smart enough were invited into the Beta Club. Oh, what a day that was! We had our "Sock Hop" later that fall. It was our first class effort and a big success. After midterm exams, we attended our first Beta Convention in Columbia, S. C. The spring passed quietly and the summer vacation was welcomed by everyone.

 

Back the next year as Juniors, we were really proud of our new stations in high school life. We again elected officers for an important job—raising money. We helped the school have outstanding teams in all sports. We put on a beautiful Homecoming Dance, and before we knew it we were out for the Christmas holidays. After struggling through exams, we started planning the Junior-Senior. The planning wasn't the big part, though; next came the work. And did we ever work. We cut out and painted stars, and more stars. The girls put together Kleenex flowers as the boys tried their best to make a fountain by using a washing machine motor. Boy, what on Eiffel Tower, twenty-five feet tall. The night finally came, April 25. We danced to the Furman Collegians at “Paris By Starlight."

 

Sometimes we thought we would never make it, but here we are, Seniors. We were welcomed by many wonderful additions on this our Senior year, now teachers, new classrooms, new classmates. It was hard for us to realize that we were beginning our lost year. As we did, we resolved to make this the best year of all and also the best class, and that we did. We elected class officers, selected our Senior privileges. We worked together in many activities and gave our class a togetherness we shall not soon forget. After semester exams, from which the lucky ones were exempt, we had a wonderful time as we attended the conventions of the various clubs. Late in March the brains of the class were treated to a week-long trip to Washington.

 

In May we enjoyed a wonderful evening as guests of the Juniors at a wonderful Junior-Senior. The entire soring was a busy one as many of us took college entrance exams and made plans for our future. We had a great time at our Senior day and then it was time for final exams and commencement practice.

 

Now, here we are. We've finished twelve years of school together and now it's time to part. We've had our pitfalls, but we've learned by them. We've had fun and learned by that, too. We entered as the largest class and now we're leaving as the largest class.

 

June 1, 1959, is to be a night remembered by each and every one of us. As we part, going our separate ways, may the words we sing forever ring in our hearts:

 

MAY THE GOOD LORD BLESS AND KEEP YOU

WHETHER NEAR OR FAR AWAY,

MAY YOU FIND THAT LONG AWAITED, GOLDEN

DAY, TODAY.

MAY YOUR TROUBLES ALL BE SMALL ONES

AND YOUR FORTUNE TEN TIMES TEN.

MAY THE GOOD LORD BLESS AND KEEP YOU

TILL WE MEET AGAIN.

 

Pac McLaurin