Lumberton High School - Pirateer Yearbook (Lumberton, NC)

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I, Alma Salmon, will to Jimmy Walters, all my good times during high school. I, Lloyd Scott, will to Johnny Davis my parking place in front of the high school. I, Barbara Sessoms, will all my great love for sports to Cherry I-linnant, in hopes that she will love them as much as I do. I, Howard Sessoms, will to next year's Class Lawyer one package of No-Doz under the stipulation that it be used only within one week after the deadline. I, Jack Simpson, will my ability to hit golf balls out of bounds to Malcolm McGrath. I, Lucy Simpson, will all my love to my dearest husband, in order to be a success in life. I, Darlene Smith, will my position in the office to anyone who is brave enough to tell Mr. Gay that it is time for announcements. I, Mary Lou Smith, do hereby will peace of mind to the teachers of Lumberton High School because I am the last of this Smith generation coming through. I, Betty Lou Spivey, will and bequeath nothing to nobody, because I need all I have. I, Judy Stubbs, will to Ronnie Capps, one pitchfork to go with his two horns. I, Bunny Townsend, willingly leave 37 pounds that I have lost to anyone who can use them. I, Elizabeth Tyner, will my English grades Q! U to anybody foolish enough to want them. I, Martha Walden, will my desiccated caterpillar, snake intestines, pig heart, mouse skeleton, and alcoholed owl eye to all future biologists! Good luck! l I, Ronnie Walters, will anything I have to anyone who is stupid enough to accept it. I, Charles Warwick, will notl I, Vivian Watkins, will my desire to increase my knowledge of the world around me to my brother, Tommy. I, Susan Wilkerson, will all my knowledge to Tommy. fwhat know1edge?J I, Faye Williams, will my love for Thunderbirds to Bob Speights. Witnessed by: HOWARD SESSOMS ELMER ZILCH Class Lawyer BEOWULF

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Betty Hill, will all the sore throats, wet blouses, and wet stringy hair to B. B. , in the hopes that she might cope with them better than I could or did. Eleanor Hunter, will not will because of old Hill, who willed what I wanted to will. Doug Hobbs, will to a certain sophomore girl the name Tiger, in hopes that she can live up to it. Beth Hodge, will my seat in Mr. Pressley's Chorus group to anyone who can sing soprano better than I. Betty Carol Huggins, will to my sister, Francis, all of the fun and hard work of being a library assist- ant. Phillip Hutaff, will my parking place in front of the trash truck to anyone who will take it. Gail Jones Ivey, will the good times I have had at Lumberton High School to my brother, Gerald Jones Gobby Jacogs, will my ability to make excuses to Milton Townsend who has run out of them. Jay Jolly, will my back seat shot-gun in Ikey's car to any jerk who is crazy enough to ride with him. Barbara Jones, will my yankee accent to Kip Page, who, because he enjoyed mine so much, should have one of his own. Kenny Lawson, will to Tommy Thompson my football shoes, in hopes that he will have them fixed. Edward Lee, will Truman 's ability to speak French to Dennis O'Zuinn. Rusty Livermore, being of sound body and feeble and unstable mind, having nothing to leave, will leave. Fraud McKeithan, will to Miss Hamilton that new word ain't, so that her vocabulary will not only be complete, but also up-to-date. I Graham McLean, will my uncanny ability to work solid geometry to Bobby Lou Haney, who will probably need it next year. Louise Mcleod, will one bottle of white shoe polish to the Latin classes in hopes that they can find a better use for it than to make statues of people. Judy McMillan, will a road map from L.H.S. to Appalachian College to anyone who is lucky enough to use it more than I can. Theo H. Mees, pass on what was willed to me by Janis Fink in 1959, the ability to hit the high road, to Jenny Minges and Francis Prevatte. I also will my famous A-hem-uh to anyone who can make use of it in some dire need. Jane Monroe, will my talent to do everything wrong to Nancy Adams. Sandy Monroe, will to Jerry Powers my ability to get out of high school, in hopes that he will use it better than I did. Gretchen Morrison, will to Ronnie Walters one left Weegan and a gas pedal. Jerry Mundy,fwill my parking place to anyone who drives a V. W. small enough to use it. Joy Newberry, will to' my brother my ability to speak French. Gary Nobles, will my school bus to anyone who is fool enough to take it. Good luck! Carolyn Perkins, will my inability to think of a will to all juniors who roam the halls of L. H. S. Donna Peterson, will my seat in chorus to anyone crazy enough to take it. NO OFFENSE, MR. PRESSLEY! Jimmy Pittman, will to Ikey Bullard my watch crystal which he willfully crushed on September 16, 1961, on 301-A about two miles north of Lumberton. Sandra Pittman, will to my brother, Jerry, all the good times I have had in high school. Trina Pittman, will to Mr. James S. Pressley, my wrong attitude in hopes that he may change it for me. , Brenda Ray, will to Mike Olive, my SPECIAL set of license in case he loses his. Lynda Reynolds, will a C average to the National Honor Society in hopes that they will learn how the other half lives. ' Jo Rhodes, will my ability to play football to all future football players of L.H.S.

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511155 History Many long years ago sixty-two small girls and fifty-seven smaller boys said good-bye to babyhood and went into the world to begin the first big chapter in their book of life. Today these same girls and boys, no longer very small, are almost ready to close this chapter. All too soon for most, June will come, bringing the end of our safe, secure, school daysg for we are now seniors. But before we write the final words, let us take a peek at those years which have flown so swiftly. My, how different school was! We had always held the center of our stage and we weren't a bit sure we liked sharing it. We spent many tearful mornings cursing cruel fate and gnashing our teeth. But to no avail! When we eventually decided there was no escape, we set about learning to get along with these intruders, and especially that one called teacher. Just as we became fairly reconciled to this giant playroom, somebody stabbed us in the back! They expected us to WORK! More gnashed teeth. However, we discovered this to be the secret of much praise, and were soon happily reading, Come, Jack, comer run, Jane, run, to any long-suffering adult we could corner. Succeeding years brought many experiences, both wonderful and wretched. We learned CD to read, write Chenscratchlj, do 'rithmetic, and to think. We worked hard Qeveryone proclaimed lunch and recess favorite subjectsj and played hard. For our firm foundation we will ever be grateful! Can we ever forget junior high? We were too grown-up to be children and too childish to be grown-up. Experiencing every growing pain imaginable, we wanted only to be in high school. Finally IT came. Who can enumerate all the things we've shared within L. I-l.S. 's hallowed halls? We have had opportunity for a quality education under some of the finest teachers anywhere. We have had MANY opportunities for fun and fellowship. We have fallen in and out of love, survived crushing blows, and enjoyed soaring triumphs - all together. Now the end approaches and soon we will leave Lumberton High forever. Yes, we close this chapter, but the book is not ended. Life stretches before us. When school days are over, adulthood is just beginning. We have completed only a fraction of the bookg the rest must not be wasted! Let us look back, thank these years for all they have given us, then - turn the page, leaving the past sealed in memory, and look ahead - to a new chapter and a new beginning! Carol Bagby, Historian