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Classes of 1955, 1956 and 1957

Our Teachers

This page is for information on those teachers who where so important in our lives.  If you have any information for this page please e-mail the information   to


Eugene Kribbs

July 2004

Eugene Kribbs  (One of our teachers pass away)

From Ruby:  He was a shop teacher and the golf coach.  Years ago he asked the SOC Champion Golf Team members of our era to be his pall bearers, which they were.  I think Don Ivey and Ken "Butch" Flournoy were the only two missing.  Mr. Kribbs came to several of the reunions and was a wonderful man, very highly respected.  Les Bragg showed some of us the Funeral program, and it listed Richard Biondi, Les and the rest of the golf team's names


Thelma Tomlinson

July 2004

We lost another "teacher", Thelma Tomlinson who was assistant librarian at least during 1957.  She passed away a few days ago.  I worked in the library during my senior year and was fortunate to get to know that sweet lady.  She treated the students with respect, which I appreciated.   Ruby

April 2002

Robert L. Taylor

Sad news,  Robert L. Taylor passed away in early April 2002.  Mr. Taylor started teaching in Dallas in the 1950s and retired as a principal in 1976.  He taught math at South Oak Cliff High School and later served as principal at Kimball High School, Thomas Jefferson High School, Robert T. Hill Middle School and Zumwalt Middle SchoolMr Taylor continued to live in his Oak Cliff home until March of this year.  He was a member of the Cockrell Hill Baptist Church.  He was survived by two sons.

By Ruby Slaughter


A lovely memorial service was held for Ms. Brady, and it was obvious from the speakers who were pre-chosen by her just how much she was loved and admired. This sweet lady had an impact on so many lives, and she truly cared for each one. Several spoke of her attending not only their weddings, graduations and other special events in their lives, but she did the same for their children and grandchildren.

One speaker told of seeing her on Thanksgiving at his home teaching his child how to yoyo…….did you know she was a yoyo champion? She was also described as blowing the loudest whistle in the country. Fellow Debs, we can attest to that, can’t we?

One of Ms. Brady’s cousins told me that a few weeks before she passed away, they were discussing what clothing they wanted to wear when they were laid to rest. She said she wanted to wear something pretty in pink with crystal beads on it. Her cousins said, "what about that pretty pink dress you wore when you retired?" "Oh no, not that dress, too many people have seen me wear that old thing too many times." When she passed away, her cousins were looking through her closet and nowhere in her house could that dress be found. It was obvious she had given it away so no one would bury her in it. One relative found a most beautiful pale pink dress with crystal beads at Colbert’s, her favorite store, and it was the only one like it to be found…..and in her size.

Her legacy will continue for many years to come…..her entire estate will go for scholarships for those who seriously show a desire to continue their education and show a need for financial help. Any extra will be given to Methodist seminaries for students who need financial help to continue their religious education.

Ms. Brady loved to travel and had been everywhere. She told us last year at a luncheon I hosted that it would be easier to tell what countries she had not visited than it would be to name the ones she had. She enjoyed musicals, plays, dining at fine restaurants and had just taken some cousins to New York to see some Broadway shows. She lived life to the fullest and was quite a generous and classy lady.

Ms. Brady apparently died of a stroke in her sleep and was active until her death. She enjoyed lunch with family and friends on Monday, December 10 and was her usual loving self. Tuesday morning she arose, prepared her coffee but apparently didn’t feel well and went back to bed. She was found Wednesday in her bed and had quietly passed away.

We will all miss Dr. Marianna Brady and especially at the reunions since she always loved to join in the fun and visit with everyone, especially ‘her girls’ as she called us. She never forgot any of us and was very interested in our lives. What a lady, and I’m so happy she had such an impact on my life and that of others.


Marianna Brady

Truett Elementary School's first principal


By LaKISHA LADSON / The Dallas Morning News

Memorial services for Marianna Brady, the first principal of George W. Truett Elementary School, will be at 3 p.m. Monday at White Rock United Methodist Church in Dallas.

Dr. Brady, 79, died Tuesday at her Dallas home. The family will receive friends from 3 to 5 p.m. Sunday at Restland Memorial Funeral Home in Dallas. Dr. Brady was principal of Truett Elementary when the school opened in 1957. She retired in 1983. "The faculty and the students all considered her their friend," said her cousin, Betsy Fisher of Dallas. "She was the anchor of that school all the time she was there."

Born May 6, 1922, Dr. Brady was raised in Dallas and graduated from Sunset High School in 1939. She earned her bachelor's degree from Southern Methodist University in 1943 and received her master's degree from Columbia University in 1948. She earned her doctorate degree from Nova University in 1976. She began her career teaching physical education classes at Garland High School. She taught at Reagan Elementary in Dallas from 1945 to 1947 and at Sidney Lanier Elementary School in Dallas from 1948 to 1952.

Dr. Brady moved to South Oak Cliff High School in 1952. She taught physical education and was the founding director of the drill team, her family said. She also served as a supervisor of summer recreational programs for the Dallas Park and Recreation Department from 1942 to 1955. After her retirement, she founded Educational Techniques and Technology, a consulting firm for teachers buying educational software.

Dr. Brady was honored by the Classroom Teachers of Dallas. She received a lifetime membership to the Texas State Teachers Association. Dr. Brady was a member of the Daughters of the Republic of Texas and the National Society of Daughters of the American Revolution. She was also involved with the Texas Congress of Parents and Teachers, the Dallas Retired Teachers Association, the Association for Childhood Education International, SMU Alumni Association, Delta Kappa Gamma, Delta Psi Kappa, and other organizations.

She was a member of White Rock United Methodist Church since 1965. She taught an adult Sunday school class and served on the board of trustees and other church boards. Memorials may be made to White Rock United Methodist Church, 1450 Oldgate Lane, Dallas, TX 75218.


Here is a Ms. Brady story    By Ruby Slaughter

Ms. Brady made history when she created the Golden Debs, and she did it her way.  She was assigned the task of organizing a drill team for the brand new school, SOC, but she was adamant about not copying other schools with marching, batons, etc.  At her own expense, Ms. Brady studied dance and actually spent a week in New York with the Radio City Rockettes to learn some of their secrets of the chorus line. Sticking by her guns, she accepted no more than 48 girls on the team and with the help with many members and a wonderful SOC parent, they designed the golden tuxedo that became famous throughout the school systems.  She shared a story with many of us at a luncheon in her honor in August in which she was spending her free period shopping for the materials.  As she stood on a downtown street corner for her ride back to school, one of the top DISD officials saw her and called SOC to ask what she was doing downtown.  She had several difficult times but stood her ground and was very respected for her efforts in creating the award winning Debs. During this time, she also was the cheerleading sponsor and had gym classes. We all still love and respect that wonderful lady

Dr. Brady retired as a school principal and has enjoyed her retirement fully.  She has traveled all over the world, and she admits she has no idea how many countries she has visited, including China and Russia.  She has sailed to Europe three times on the QE-2, returning on the Concorde.  In May she took a 16-day cruise to Alaska where she took a dog-sled ride, flew on a sea plane and took her first helicopter ride.  She said, "the pilot didn't seemed to be scared, so why should she?" 


John Ligon: Longtime DISD educator, former Seagoville principal

11/04/2001  By CHRISTY ROBINSON / The Dallas Morning News

A graveside service for John R. Ligon, a Dallas Independent School District educator for 34 years, will be at 11 a.m. Monday at the Dallas-Fort Worth National Cemetery in Dallas.

Mr. Ligon, 76, died of prostate cancer Thursday at Medical Center of Arlington.

Mr. Ligon was the principal of Seagoville High School for 19 years.

A native Dallasite, Mr. Ligon was born Aug. 30, 1925. After graduating from Sunset High School, he served in the Coast Guard from 1943 to 1946 in the Central Pacific.

He earned a bachelor's degree in physical education and a master's degree from Southern Methodist University, where he played baseball for two years and was an All-Southwest Conference catcher. He met his future wife, Gloria Frederick, on a blind date and married her in 1948.

"My dad adored my mother for the 53 years they were married," said their daughter, Melinda Barry of Dallas. "He never spoke a cross word to her. Theirs was an incredible love story."

Mr. Ligon played for several semipro baseball teams, including the Dallas Eagles and San Francisco Seals. The Seals offered him a contract, but he declined.

Mr. and Mrs. Ligon had helped the wife of a fellow baseball player move into a new home. Mr. Ligon thought about her living away from her husband, who was playing on the road, and he told Mrs. Ligon, "I could never do it; I could never leave you." He then chose a career in education, Mrs. Ligon said.

That career began at Rosemont Elementary School as a playground teacher in 1950.He then taught math and biology and coached football and baseball at Boude Storey Junior High School from 1951 to 1953. He taught and coached at South Oak Cliff High School until 1959.

He became assistant principal at W.H. Adamson High School in 1959, and six years later he became principal of Seagoville High. Mr. Ligon was key in the construction of the new school building, which was built just after Mr. Ligon retired, Ms. Barry said.

After he retired from Seagoville High in 1984, Mr. and Mrs. Ligon moved to Mansfield, where Mr. Ligon played golf with his fellow educators at Walnut Creek Country Club.

For more than 30 years, Mr. Ligon assisted announcers James Jennings and Murphy Martin as a spotter for football games at the Cotton Bowl, and later for Dallas Cowboy games at Texas Stadium.

Mr. Ligon served as president of the Dallas School Administration Association for two years in the 1970s. He had been a member of the Texas Association of Secondary School Principals, the National Association of Secondary School Principals, and the Texas State Teachers Association.

Before becoming a member of Faith Bible Church in DeSoto, he had served as trustee and board member of Glen Oaks United Methodist Church in Dallas and was involved in the choir and Bible study group there.

He had been a board member of the Oak Cliff YMCA and had been the Seagoville High School representative on the Seagoville Chamber of Commerce.

Donations may be made to the American Cancer Society, Parkinson's Disease Foundation Inc., or Faith Bible Church.

He is preceded in death by his brother Bill Ligon and his grandson David Haydin Jr.

In addition to his wife and daughter, Mr. Ligon is survived by sons John Ligon Jr. of Mesquite and Kevin Ligon of New York City; sisters Anne Morton of Dallas and Lucy Seaman of San Angelo; brother Jim Ligon of Dallas; and seven grandchildren.

Mr Ligon and Stupid Ron.doc

In Memorium of a fine Man

By Ron Carroll

Do I remember Mr. Ligon – you bet I do! He did not think much of me but I respected him greatly. In the early SOC days, playing on a crude baseball diamond, the ground was not soft red sand but rather hard, crusted Texas Black-land, with drought cracks up to 1 inch wide. He said, stated, shouted, yelled – DO NOT SLIDE! WHATEVER YOU DO, JUST DON’T SLIDE! So here I go, trying to stretch a single into a double. I SLIDE INTO SECOND BASE. We were all in shorts. I don’t’ ‘member if I was out or not – but I do remember peeling all of the hide off of my right buttock. Laying there - in great pain – he grabbed my up and scolded me severely. Actually it was more of a dissertation as to my intellect and heritage. We went inside and Butt to the Sky, he began to pick the rocks, twigs, and dirt clods out of my bloody butt wound. All the while, he is most eloquently expressing his opinion of my brain and upbringing. It feels as if he is using Needle Nose pliers rather than tweezers. When the picking is done, he grabs a full bottle of Alcohol and pours the bottle on my butt. The words Fire, Flames, Puke, Eyeballs exploding, immediate paralysis – come to mind. It HURT!

He warned me to keep it clean and medicated. Being barely able to walk, I was ashamed and feared that pops would bust it when I got home – so I played it down. Consequently I did not tend to it as I should and got it infected. A large Oozy scab formed – almost 2 hands wide and " thick. It was hard and would not flex – so I was immobilized to some extent. After 10 days , still hobbling around and unable to practice, he calls me in – asks how I ‘m doing. Not believing my feeble "OK", he tells me to "Drop ‘em and Spread ‘em". Upon seeing the gross scab, he breaks into a tirade – second only to my old Marine Drill Instructor. I can’t see behind me – am wondering what he is doing. I feel him probing the edge of the giant scab. He grabs it. I start to yell. He swiftly yanks the thing off. Both of us are yelling and shouting. He says " Shut up, stupid and be still"! I do so as he pours another bottle of alcohol on me – more grunts and yelling. He tells me the infections made it a serious injury - to take care of the wound and make sure that I cure the infection. Fearing him and my dad I took care of it after that.

7 years later, I’m a Marine hiking a sawgrass trail in upper Cambodia. Sliding down a hill, I get 2 Barbed Bungee sticks stuck in my butt. On the spot, the Corpsman tells me that he will remove them but it will hurt. All the while, I’m thinking – This ain’t no big thing – not compared to Mr. Ligon. If pain promotes maturity, then Mr. Ligon matured me – well beyond my years.

Thank you , Mr. Ligon.


Mable Lorena Rains past away on Friday November 17, 2000. Mable retired in 1964 after twenty years as School Secretary at Lisbon Elementary School in Dallas. She helped organized the Dallas Educational Secretaries Association and was a life Member of the DISD Parent Teachers Association.


manton.JPG (7233 bytes) Dallas Morning News, Sunday September 3, 2000
Mr. & Mrs. Thomas J. Manton Jr. recently celebrated their 50th wedding anniversary.  The couple were married August 30, 1950.  Mr. Manton is a retired teacher for the Dallas Independent School District.  June Manton is a retired administrative assistant for the Department of Political Science at Southern Methodist University.  They have one daughter.



Here is a Mr. Bradshaw Story     By Ron Carroll

Humility – I never had it – not like most folks. He taught it to me. The teacher of History never bragged or mentioned his personal experiences in life. I always assumed him to be a quiet, unassuming man – competent but without any redeeming qualities of greatness. It was a long time before he "let his hair down" with me – but only for a brief moment. He made casual mention of Red Grange and The Four Horsemen. My thought was one of pity – that he had never really accomplished great deeds and was fabricating this tale of Football prowess. However, I was curious enough to research this tale in the Public Library. While looking through a reference text, to my surprise I see this photo of the famed 4 Horsemen. The caption lists each player – there he was – W.W. Bradshaw. I was impressed and ashamed (of my initial doubt) – to the extent that I never discussed it with him again. But I held him in high esteem – for a man to be so great and make a point of never discussing it – even avoiding such discussions. I only hope that he could see the admiration in my eyes. But then, he may not have cared what a 16 year old troublemaker thought of him.



Here is a Mr. Whittlesey Story    By Ron Carroll

What an innovative teacher he was! He brought "The Designated Hitter" to the classroom. I bet that some of you remember that he appointed a strong guy as "Designated Spanker" on Monday of each week. He did not give detentions – just by-proxy licks. If you transgressed, he assigned you 1 or 2 licks - or you could go to the principal. The lick was "quick and to the point" so most took that punishment. He instructed the "Spanker" to make it a really good , hard, punishing lick. Each recipient had to bend over the Biology Table with tightly stretched pants and quietly receive his whack. After each lick delivered , he would stand there for a while and evaluate it. If it were too wimpy he would announce that the "Spanker" was in for 1 or 2 of his own smacks. And he brought it from left field – a real smack! Now this guy was serious. At the start of each year, he made an object lesson of his punishment technique. Kids are smart – right? They’ll figure a way to beat this system – not so. Let’s say that Ron is caught talking or some such travail and is assigned a (1) simple lick. Now Brad is the "Designated Spanker". He and Ron are "tight", so Brad gives Ron a "Sissy pop". Mr. Whittlesey gives Brad a smack that brings tears. The next time Brad is the "Spanker", he gives any transgressor (friend or not) a real smash. And after class he apologizes for the pain – explaining that "Brad ain’t getting smacked for doing a wimpy job".

I remember the macho guys – trying to show that they could take it – it didn’t hurt them all that much – making these claims - frequently with a broken voice and tears rolling. Believe me it made a believer of you! I do not recall what he did to unruly girls. My guess is that he had few problems with them.

Life uses this technique sometimes. A Boss has a Dirty Deed he needs done. He has folks around him who do that sort of thing for him – Dirty Deeds that might jeopardize him or his image. We used it in the Marines. Enter rural Bubbas. That’s their family job. Clyde Johnson pinches sister Sally’s posterior. Dad knows better than to "clock" the kid, so he sends out Bubba as his assassin. If the law comes around, Dad says things like "Bubba – I’m shocked that you would do such a thing! Officer, I’ll take care of this matter" – all the while giving Bubba that covert look of "Good job – Well done".



Here is a Mr. Thomas Story     By Ron Carroll

Chemistry, the college killer – with over 60% drop outs. Mr. Thomas was an Englishman who taught the "tightest chemistry ship afloat". We learned things that were not even taught in college. Of the 6 SOC grads (Chance Vought Scholarship winners) that I attended UTA chemistry classes with, the lowest grade was ~ 95. At year end, the UTA prof asked why we took his class. We were told that it was mandatory. He informed us that he had wasted our time – we could have "tested out" of his classes. We didn’t know, but it was at least an easy time. Thanks Mr. Thomas.

He had a "thing" about whistling indoors - said it was an English "no-no" – our equivalent of walking under a ladder. Some taunted him with an occasional anonymous toot – but not too often since he would "double up" on homework, test, reports, etc.

I considered Englishmen wimpy but he was different - in some ways. He would occasionally ask a student to attend a baseball or basketball game with him. He had asked me a time or two – but I had declined. In all honesty, he had warned me that (at games) he did whatever came to mind and that he might embarrass me. A friend went with him – came back saying – beware – this guy goes nuts at the game. So I decided to attend with him at his next invite. What a ride! At a game – any game – any sport - this small, quiet speaking, English-accented Teacher was transformed into a raving maniac – jumping up/down, screaming, shouting, yelling at other spectators. Being a person blamed for frequent fights, I felt it best to avoid Mr. Thomas at any games. If he is still alive, I hope that is still true of him – that the fire still burns.

In his own way, that Fire burned in his classroom. He had a passion for teaching us chemistry – and techniques that worked well. Being too naive to realize, I was exposed to one of the best teachers around. He "went the extra mile" for her kids. In opposition to Ben Mathew’s instructions, he supported me via homework, tests, etc. – the few times I was suspended. On more than one occasion, he met me on the SOC steps to give me take-home tests and homework info – with Mr. Mathews standing there – yelling at him to desist all the time. He never waivered – giving me the data – ignoring Mathews and quietly, calmly walking back to his class.

In ’62 Viet Nam when I was training British Royal Marines (the world’s worst wimps), I wondered where he was and what he’d do with his "Tea Time" Marines.

We SOCites were so lucky – having so many excellent and dedicated teachers.



Here is a Ms. McKissock story     By Ron Carroll

What a great teacher and person! Her math class was so well organized. But she had this "thing" about memorizing the Quadratic Formula. Absolutely everyone MUST memorize it! I had asked her several times – WHY? In my wildest dreams, I could not conjure up a situation whereby knowing this Formula would benefit me – excepting if I got on a Quiz show. And I invariably told her this. This also was my steadfast argument for memorizing History facts.

Years later, when interviewing for an engineering position at T.I., the job selections were down to 3 of us. The Department Head called the 3 of us together; said we were all about even; and stated that he had one last question. Yep, you are right. He asked if any of us knew about the QUADRATIC FORMULA.

A light went off in my head. The others "remembered it" and "what it was computationally used for" but nothing more. I asked if I could use the blackboard. Granted that, I wrote out the formula; pointed out a few features; asked if he has any more questions; and sat down. Getting the job, I started work the following Monday. But that is not the major point of this tale.

Ms. McKissock was present at a SOC Reunion ~? ’95. I was surprised that #1 -> that she was still alive and #2 -> that she was present and #3 that she was still "sharp" – remembering much. As would be said in Polite Japanese -> It was my great pleasure to tell her of this story and sincerely thank her for her excellent instructions and genuine insight into what things (skills) the outside world would demand of me. I will always owe that great lady much. The light in her eyes made my day. I had , in some very small way, repaid a portion of that debt – perhaps as much as 1%. I will always hope that it made her feel as good as it did me. I thank God for the opportunity to show her my appreciation. At the same time I felt somewhat guilty for not having sought her out in earlier years.

She "went the extra mile" for her kids. In opposition to Ben Mathew’s instructions, she supported me via homework, tests, etc. – the few times I was suspended. Matter of fact, it was her blackboard I broke with Richard Johnson’s head. And she still supported me. What a lady!

We SOCites were so lucky – having so many excellent and dedicated teachers.



Swift and Deadly Justice from Boley Crawford

    In the afternoons - after practice, I'd wait for a ride home. Occasionally there would be another student(?who) there to wait with me. We'd sit on the steps with our raunchy athletic gear and chat. Periodically a cute girl would come by and flirt, chat, joke with us. I always deluded myself into thinking that she was flirting with me - but that was more of a fantasy than fact. Anyway, during one particular week, this pretty gal came by every day. We'd kid with each other. One day, over the objections of my waiting pal, I decided to throw a rock at her - never intending to hit her. And I did not hit her. She knew that it was one of those bashful, youthful, flirty gestures - never intending harm. However, that was not the problem. I had decided to improve my rock distance by using my dirty jock strap as my propelling media. When she discovered this fact, she stopped coming by. I wondered what had happened to her. Then, a few days later, Pal & I were sitting there and exits Boley. He is quiet, says nothing but I noticed that he had his Paddle hidden at his side. He then summoned me. Immediately I knew what was in store. I pleaded my case - two giant swats - bringing some genuine, tear-jerking pain. Then he laughed saying something like, "Carroll, you can get in the damndest trouble of anybody. If you had left the Jock out of this mess, you'd be OK. I don't have to explain this to you, do I?"  I said a tearful "No" and he quietly went back inside. End of story. I was too embarassed to apologize to her at the time. Wish I knew who she was (is), I'd make amends right now. Does anyone own up to being her?

Ron Carroll(57)


Here is a Morris Brantley story 

Fresh from a one-room Arkansas school system, I began to attend C.P. Russell grade school. Mr. Brantley had just graduated and started his first teaching – P.E. @ Russell. I was in that class. We learned "public school" together so it was more than a student-teacher relationship.

One SOC day (semi-nasty outside) - at the start of P.E. Class Mr. Brantley had us set up to play volley ball. We don’t like to own up to it but SOC had its thug, bad-ass, trouble-maker problems. This day was no exception. He had previous problems with the duck-tail guys – usually solved by a couple of swats from his big old paddle. The bad dudes (6 of ‘em) started trouble with either me or Richard Smith. Either he(Richard) or I smacked one of the thugs. Up walks Mr. Brantley. Thinking I’m in trouble, he calls Richard & me to the side and asks if we’d like to whip up on the whole bunch. He assures that they do not have knives. It sounded like a hoot – since Richard and I both bench pressed around 350#. So he runs the rest of the class outside and locks the doors. Then he tells us to "go to it!". We’d chase one or more of ‘em down and slap them around. After about 15 minutes I observed that he had invited 2 other coaches to view the show. The doors remained locked for all else. They were enjoying it – with comments like "Yeah!",

" Way to Go!" , " Give him one for me!", Woah! I bet that hurt!", things like that. We continued for the entire P.E. Class - ~ 30 minutes. When it was over we had waxed about 10 of the thugs – some got a "double dip". Thug problems were never eliminated but we diminished them considerably. They sort of went underground after that – leaving the "straight folks" alone.

Thinking about it, there were teacher rules – even back then. I am betting that most of the SOC teachers wanted to see the duck-tail boys get "theirs" – but were concerned with the consequences. We were their vehicle to justice – an extension of their Paddles , as it were.

Ron Carroll (57)

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