I have another story of the honor roll students at the Aubrey School
during the year of 1934. It is as follows:Second Grade Leads
School in Students on Honor Roll: Eleven Attain 90 Average
The second grade has the honor of having more students making
an average of 90 on all subjects for the third six weeks They have
eleven. The first and tenth grades tie for second place, each having
four students.
By grades those attaining this average are:
First grade: Charles Lawson, Helen Galbreath, Clydene Simpson and
Francis Gibbins.
Second grade: Dorothy Wilson, Nita Hollar, Mary Ruth Housden,
Clifford Luster, Helen Quisenberry, Eugenia Stewart, Mary Sue
Thompson, Jean Jordan, Olga Lee Thorne, Pansy Mills and Wanda Jenson.
Third grade: Edna Mae Massey
Fourth grade: Hazel Housden, Dorothy Reding, and Donna V. McCarson.
Tenth grade: Otis Lipstreu, Mary Powledge, Mildred Hodges, and Mary
Phillips.
Eleventh grade: Carol Peterman.
The above story was printed in the Aubrey High School News. It was
without a photo for this period, however, I have a class picture of
the second and third grades as they appeared in 1938.
I think that the most rewarding part of the class was my learning
to speak a little Spanish– the Mexicans were real good friends of just
about every one. I especially recall an event where one of my enemies
took to a serious fight with me and poked me in the face causing my
eye to bleed. The boy (Fidel) standing by me in this photo was a
friend who did not appreciate the fight and the cruel treatment I was
receiving. Fidel came to my rescue and got very serious with this
little gringo and within a few minutes made such a believer out of the
gringo not to fight with Bouncer any more, and I most certainly didn’t
go around picking fights.
I do recall that I didn’t want to fight and the gringo did, but
when Fidel finished with his method of persuasion, I felt honored to
have such protection by my side.
It seems as I recall back during the 30's that thousands of bales
of cotton were lined up and temporarily stored on the school yard.
There was no room for storage anywhere near the three cotton gins that
were located fairly close to the school. The bales lined the railroad
waiting for shipment to Houston.
As youngsters we climbed up on top the large bales and ran and
jumped. I remember Fidel and I had so much fun running and jumping on
the bales and this is where our gringo bully got me down and bleeding.
It was a good time for my friend Fidel to come alive, and alive he did
as he stomped the gringo down in between the bales of cotton. I had to
clean the blood from my eyes just to see what he was doing and my
first thought was that the gringo was going to die, and I pulled my
friend Fidel off of the gringo. It was a struggle on my part, but I
did succeed. This fight just seemed to make better friends of Fidel
and myself.
My last conversation with my friend Fidel was at Dallas Love Field
where we were inducted into the armed forces after we had both turned
twenty-one years of age. He reminded me that no one was going to
combat with me, his friend, as long as he was around and that he
wanted to stay with me throughout our tour of duty.
The Army saw fit to arrange for me to go to Germany for my duties
and his duties were to go to Korea, and he didn’t make it back home. I
was forever saddened by this experience and have wished for this type
of friendship throughout my life. I am honored to talk with some of
his cousins as they make their way back to Aubrey for visits.