Alamance High School - Smoke Signals Yearbook (Greensboro, NC)

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vain when that night, we were enioying the fellowship of our classmates and the Seniors at the beautiful Starmount Country Club. Our class rings were ordered after we finally decided that we would have a ruby for the stone. We anxiously awaited our rings and then one day they came. It was an excited and proud group of Juniors that went around school flashing their new iewelry. It wasn't long until Rachel exchanged hers for one of Green's rings, and several others mysteriously disappeared. We were quite honored when the Seniors asked us to carry pretty wands for them at their graduation excercises. As we stood there, watching the Seniors march slowly down the aisle under the wands we suddenly realized that in only one year we would be graduating, too. There was a lump in our throats as we told the graduates good-by, but this lump was softened by the fact that we were now the Seniors. The summer was short, and then we were mounting the last round in the ladder of our high school days. We were Seniors! We had lost four members of our class, however, we gained Martha Jones, who soon became a valuable member of our class. As we think of the events of this unforgettable year we remember that-Joan Fogleman was elected class president, then our annual staff and newspaper staff were carefully chosen. The Harvest King, Queen and attendants were elected. Our Thanksgiving program was an outstanding event. We worked and complained about Bookkeeping and English, but we managed to make a passing grade. The annual staff had its disagreements, but we patched up our differences. Sometimes we wondered whether or not it was worth the trouble, but when our books came back from the press, all these doubts vanished, and we were busy autographing the rest of the day. Another important event this year was the Junior-Senior Banquet, and this time we were the honored guests! And we were truly and delightfully honored. A chapter of the National Beta Club was organized and five Senior girls were asked to ioin. The Peace Pipe staff did a good job too. They managed to publish an attractive and readable newspaper. The Senior girls paiama parties were famous and many happy hours were spent together. The days slipped by and we found ourselves busy practicing and planning our Commencement Day. As we are about to leave these halls of learning, we realize that our Commencement is not an end but a beginning, the beginning of a new life which we have never known before. As for the remaining chapters in the lives of the 1953 graduating class of Alamance High School, only fate, the individual characters, and the ambitions of the twenty members will furnish the material to finish this history.

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History Bertie Forsyth, Historian How many of us, l wonder, while looking back over the misty past do not see a few years which stand out clear and golden, outlined against the skyline of memory! Years that we wish we could live again, so that we might enioy every hour to the fullest. But we seldom see things as they are until we look at them through the eyes of time, and we realize with a pang that we cannot go back into the past and pick up all the loose threads. We all remember with ioy and pride the year T949 when we were Freshmen. But soon our pride turned to bewilderment as we rushed madly from room to room for our classes. We became acquainted with Mr. Morgan, our home rooom teacher, and we enioyed class parties very much during this happy year. We were proud to have five girls on the basketball team and five girls on the cheerleaders squad. We chose our class colors with care and decided on royal blue and white. Our class flower was a red rose and our motto, A winner never quits and a quitter never wins. Then spring came and we made passes at those handsome upperclassmen, and wished for the time when we would be Sophomores. Finally the day came and we emerged into the envied state. Soon it was fall again, and it was again Mr. Morgan's privilege to be our home room teacher. What a change had taken place! This year we were no longer shy, but complained because the green Freshmen made so much noise in the halls. We really felt our importance as we walked through the building. We were very excited when our play books arrived and the parts for the Sophomore Play were given out. We enioyed coming to play practice, and giving our play. Basketball was important for us, and we stood by our teams. Soon it was spring again and we were getting impatient to be Juniors. And then, exams were over,,and we were proud Juniors. Time moved on, as time will, and our summer vacation was over and we once again found our way back to Alamance. This was our Junior Year-the year we had waited for. Mrs. Farrell was our home room teacher. Class officers were elected, and Banquet Committees were chosen with care. We all worked hard making money and planning our Banquet and finally the day arrived. We went to pick violets for decoration, and we came back to school with baskets full. We gave Miss Jackson part of the flowers as a peace offering for missing her English Class. We realized that our labors had not been in

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Prophecy Rachel Haralson, Prophet and in class, Mr. Between outbursts Dropping into the solution three drops of the wrong acid, I gave a cry of rage and slammed a lid over the bottle. A puff of strong smelling smoke arose from it and the lid sailed slowly out an open window. Two weeks later Mr. Morgan had perfected his Supersonic Radiation Atomic Space Ship, using the result of my experiment for fuel. I was given the dubious honor of testing it in the unknown stratosphere. After many goodbys, I checked the radarscope, the activated reactors, fastened my space belt and oxygen helmet, and then blasted off into the outer Solar System. Later, no dangerous asteroids in sight, I relaxed. I noticed the speed rate. The ship had reached the speed of light. I felt a strange transformation. I cut my iets, the speed declined and automatically the ship landed itself. I had passed the time limit. I was in the future, 1963. We were nearing the end of school in the year 1952, Morgan was extolling my stupidity as a Chemistry student. of disgust he directed my experiment on an absurd gas. An idea presented itself. Imps of Saturn! What a chance to find my former classmates and see what had become of them. I fastened my speed gear to my space belt and headed for the phono-vision directory. Alphabetically, Causey came first. She had been listed, then marked out and stamped-Mobile, Ala. I directed my space gear toward Mobile and arrived quicker than a iet blue blaze. A snappy sign Cae's Creations hung over an attractive shop. Peeking inside, I found Mary Catherine, and her answer to a career in her shop where she designed costumes for the better night clubs from Maine to Florida. I looked to my directory next to find the name Coble stamped over with the words, Indianapolis, Indiana. Within a matter of minutes I was there, looking for Keith, who as you know, always in his eye. Imagine my disappointment when driver, or so I thought. Fortunately this was a top five Modified Stock Car Racers of the day. Bobbie Durham was listed next, and as I in Atlanta, Georgia. Her love of color and her work had combined to make her an extremely had a certain daring twinkle I found he was only a truck side line. He was one of the had expected, she was living talent for any kind of artistic successful Interior Decorator. Charles Durham, voted most athletic in his class, was an important pitcher for the Chicago White Sox. He had hopes of becoming the World's Youngest Major League Coach in baseball. Gay Paree had always interested Joanne Fogleman, but I was still surprised to find that she had become the entertainment sensation at Macim's, one of the most widely known Clubs in Paris. Roberta Forsythe was never too interested in airplanes or flying, but she had become the first woman instructor to call in planes from the tower of the Greensboro-High Point Airport. Virginia Gorrell, I discovered, had stayed in Greensboro, but she no longer ar-,Jed about skirtsiwith waists too large. She had made a fortune with her new skirt which adiusts to fit all waists.