Lumberton High School - Pirateer Yearbook (Lumberton, NC)

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Poem The waves are splashing on the shore. Resignedly and obediently do they give of their strength For they seem to perceive their mission and merely seek fulfillment. Never do they hesitate to ponder their lot. A long journey has brought them to their destination And it is with courage and determination that they lash upon the sandy surf Late in the night their constant toil is heard. Storm and tempest fail to impede their action. Instead, they gain momentum with each new trial, Unwilling to let objects of circumstance suppress them. To ask them why is to question the song of a bird, the honey of bees, the light of the stars. Oh, how we might look at these multitudinous waves and see ourselvesg Individuals enveloped with stoic and invincible majestyg Individuals who have long traveled life's somber path but yet remain resilient, invulnerableg Individuals who never fret to give of their dearest possessions-- Youth, clearness of thought, ambition--to an indifferent worldg Individuals who never stop to ask why--instead press hungrily, Yearningly to greater heights and gloryg Individuals who keep their eyes heavenward, and humbly ask for courage and determinationg Individuals who fall prostrate at the Master's feet and give thanks, When their destination, at last, has been reached. MARTHA WALDEN Class Poet COLORS: Black and white FLOWER: Black rose MOTTO: Not finished, just begun

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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

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.Mascots GINA PITTMAN RICHIE BROOKS Mr. and Mrs. Carson H. Pittman Mr. and Mrs. Alton G. Brooks