Atkins High School - Maroon and Gold Yearbook (Winston Salem, NC)

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kins. I see also a group of professional painters. They are Jeremiah Samuels, Frank Spencer, Johnnie Steele, Rudolph Murphy, Clarence Morrison, Barbara McClure, Howard Shelf, Elijah Grier and Edward Hanes. Em- ma McKissick is now at the organ of one of the largest churches of France. Perlicer Johnson, David Thomp- kins and Robert Mason are great ministers in our local churches. Thomas Jefferson is the Executive Secretary of the Y. M. C. A. Adam Spillman, William Martin and George McCorkle, remain bachelors. We have quite a number of housewives who have cozy homes and have graduated with Mrs. Degrees. They are: Willie Mae Henry, Elmira Counts, Pearlie Conner, Marion Davis, Gloria Douthit, Virgie Lampkins, Cleone Penn, Barbara Maune ' y, Mary Dubose, Dorothy Jordan. Kathlyn Wilson, Virginia Caldwell, Katherine Wilson, Emogene Carson, Curtis Foster, Amanda Moore, Bessie Johnson, Rosa White, and Helen Hairston have joined the Old Maids”. Oh, the crystal ball has grown dark again, and this time it does not light up. This signifies that it has spoken and is at the end of its revelation — but remember, the crystal ball always speaks the truth. Prophet — Luella Brown

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CLASS PROPHECY As I gaze into my crystal ball, I see into the future, yes, I see many, many things about many people of all professions who are very successful. I shall not refute you. These things are true, for my crystal ball speaks the truth. I see all over the world, a world of business men and women. A hey there! A hey there! Can it be possible that I see Alvis Holman, John Matthews, Marion Duno- vant, heading large companies in North and South America. Dorothy Bell, Dorothy Boulware, Rebecca Feas- ter, Willie Delle Fields, Elizabeth Shell, Alma Lewis, Margaret Duren, Mozelle Roach, serving as very capable stenographers? The crystal ball has grown dark. Does this mean that it is at the end of its prophecy? No, it is In- coming clear again. Now I behold a professor in a college class room. I look very hard and I recognize the face of Professor Bivan Turner. Mildred Andrews is a dramatic teacher in one of the largest colleges. Caro- lyn Wallace, Valeria Phillips, Cerdell McKinney and Levonia Shelton, are starring on Broadway in the Foui Aces,” of 1960. James Evans and James Potts are our leading attorneys. Oh, I see a cloud of smoke. This is to let us know that the scene is changing. It is clear again. Now I see a hospital. It is a very large and beautfiul one. Inside I see a professional staff, composed of Marion Frazier, one of the world’s greatest surgeons; Archie Caldwell, James Holmes and Melvin Garner as assistants. Tecolia ' Lawson, Mary Pate, Ema Peay, Louise Tyler, Blondell Brooks, Mae Helen Astrap, and Annie Bailey are serving as very efficient nurses. I see Mildred Searcy, Dorothy Tomlin, Annie Brown, Ethel Crawford, as successful beauticians. Marjorie Garner, Annie Hayes, Dorothy Fowler, Dorothy Mack, Manthel Scales, Mar- garet Hall, Christine Lynch, Delores Blalock, Alease Mayes, Annie Vance, and Racheal McCullum have become noted dress designers. I see now a very large school, it is very well equipped. The following are the instructors: George Bynum, Beulah Long, Orian Jones and Doris Bonner are French teachers; Wilma Howard, Thelma Foy, Home Econom- ics instructors; in the athletic department we find Joseph Foster, Vernon Cunningham and Ellen Smith, Trade instructors are Leander Baltimore, Alfoniza Evans, James Hall, George McClain, Dock Rorie, Robert Solomon, and Abraham Williams. The post-graduate department is headed by Dorothy Carter, Doris Wynecoff, Geral- dine Bailey, Annette Scott, and Dorothy Robinson; Ada Peoples, Dorothy Phillips, Delores Dyson and Marion Scales are noted librarians; Mattie Risby, Mary Davis and Norman King are Physics instuctors; Sally English, Andrew McKinney, Thomas Jefferson, Ernest Fair are English instructors; and Margaret Thompson and Lou- ise Stevison are very capable business instructors. Oh! I see a cloud of smoke, the scene changes again, and it has become clear. My crystal ball reveals one person in the field of Ministry, who is none other than Reverend Sir Walter Mack. Patricia Holman, Richard Dye, William Gaffney, Aquilla Hairston and Elsie Walker, and Francena Hunter are faithful church workers and are establishing missionary organizations among the young folk. I see Nathaniel Little, the President of the Mutual Life Insurance Company, assisting him are, John McLilly, Cephas Archie, Robert Adams, Waddell Boulware, Floyd Agers, Willie Holmes, George Brannon and Samuel Lewis. In the field of electricity there are Alonza Lighty, Curtis Wertz and Thomas Scott. I see now a large wide street in a great metropolis. On each side I see signs indicating various businesses. On one side I see a great photo shop, owned and operated by none other than Marsh Wallace, Mary Fuller, and Kathlyn Hop-

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THE CLASS SONG TUNE THE WHIFFENPOOF SONG” The time has come when we must say good-bye We hate to go, We’re leaving you dear old Atkins High, We’re sad you know. Go you know it’s just a must, And we hope you will be just, For we’ll ever hold you in out thoughts And put you in our trust. We’ll never forget the things you taught us here, No, No, No, We’ll always hold and cherish them As something very dear. We’ll never forget our good old high school years They were always filled with cheers Though our eyes are blinded with tears We hate to go. There’s not a song that we can sing, Expressing how we feel But we have to be on our way To start our life’s career. So it’s farewell dear friends We’re leaving you behind And until we meet in future years, It’s farewell until then. Doris Wynecof THE CLASS POEM TO OUR AFMA MATER Our stay with you, dear Atkins, Has been a pleasant one We are especially grateful For all the work you’ve done In preparing us for higher scores And higher heights than yours. We entered your doors four years ago. Although our minds were slow, We studied hard and made the grades, Secured knowledge that will never fade. As we pass through your doors today With diplomas in our hands, We’ll think of you as we go away And of your plans. Along life’s highway, we’ll wander Taking our chances here and yonder. Some going East, others West Seeking things we consider best. But where ere we go o’er land or sea, Dear Atkins, we’ll always remember thee. Alma R. Lewis