Lumberton High School - Pirateer Yearbook (Lumberton, NC)

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Class History There's The Door, waiting to be opened. Reach out, grasp the handle, and open it--no, not yetg we're not ready. We can't leave now. We've just arrived. Why are we reluctant to open this door? We've been opening doors all our lives. Yes, just twelve years ago we opened the first one. Oh, it wasn't difficult. The hinges swung easily. Such a new, attractive door! It almost invited us to open lt. Once on the other side of the door, we found that it closed behind us. We couldn't go back, but then we discovered that we didn want to. We were so busy getting to know and understand each other that there was no time to think of the past. Years passed, happy years spent working and playing together. We learned to read and write and to compute difficult mathematical problems Q2 + 2 I 4y. We learned something about the world around us, especially about the people who make up the world. What a profound discovery it was that the world wasn't square and that everyone didn't speak English. Our thoughts were still uncomplicated by the Cold War and the rising cost of liv- ing. Why, we knew everything! Then we began to notice a secopd door. It 't was somewhat more massive in appearance than the first through which we had come. Having become quite bored with our now childish surroundings, we grabbed the handle and pulled with all our mightg but the door moved only enough to enable us to see what was on the other side. Oh! What torture! What anguish! Why couldn't we enter? The answer becam apparent. The appropriate time had not arrived. Undaunted, we continued our pursuits, always with an eye on the partially opened door. Then ,... it moved. Confusion, mass hysteria, bewilderment, fun, study, heartache, all forms of sorrow and happiness. These we have experienced for four years, but now it's over. There's The Door, and on the other side . . . life. GLENN GOODYEAR Class Historian COLORS - Maroon and Gold FLOWER - Gold Mums MOTTO - Today we follow, tomorrow we lead.

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Last Will and Testament We, the Senior Class of Lumberton High School, being of sound mind and memory, do hereby make publish, and declare this our last will and testament. We give, devise, and bequeath the following un- to each of these heirs: I, Dona Jean Adams, will my seat in Mrs. Richbourg's English class to Dale Chappell. I, Lydia Alvarez, will my Cuban accent to the ones in L. H. S. who like it. I, Carol Barnes, will my apple with the worm to my cousin, Karan. I, Joe Bateman, will my job to Robert Earl. I, Beverly Bauer, will Room 36 to all in the next senior class who go steady. I, Kathryn Baxley, will to Miss Roberts one safe driving Driver Education class. I, David Biggs, will leave nothing to nobody. I, Susan Biggs, will all my red school clothes to Ginger Owens. I, Samuel Boone, do not directly deedg neither will I will willingly. I, Carolyn Bozeman, will to everyone at L. H. S. a transcript of my famous Exiky, Mixky, Pixky, Wixky Show which was broadcasted by me, Bozo. I, Bessie Braswell, will to Meg Harrington my ability to go steady. I, Sandra Britt, will my seat in Senior English to Judy Faircloth. I, Shirley Brock, do hereby will all my good times at L. H. S. to my sister. I, Ronald Capps. will one job at Winn-Dixie, one junk Ford, and several like new girls to anyone fool enough to take them. I, Merry Chambers, will the expression, I've been used, to Danny. Hedgpeth because he knows what to do with it. I, Brantly Clifton, will Rudy Inman shotgun in my Edsel. I, Kay Cline, will my natural blonde hair to Lea Noble, for she will need it before she is twenty-five years old. I, Jayne Crump, will to Kenny Bryan my place on the pavement so that he will not forget how Igot it. I, Cheryl Davis, do will my presidency of the Drut Society to Meg Harrington and the hem in my cheer- leading skirt to Theresa Britt. I, Tommy Davis, will my uncanny ability to get along with English teachers to Kenny Bryan, as that seems to be one of his weak points. I, Muldoon DeVane, will to some lucky boy my good looks and marvelous personality. I, Rita Emanuel, will to Gail Richardson my foolish ways in order to catch Daryl. I, Mack Faulk, will one box of crackers to Lea Noble. I, Joyce Fisher, will L. H. S. and the happiest years of anybody's life to Sister Judy. I, Frances Floyd, will many projects and several optional drawings to L. H. S. teachers. I, Allen Gardner, being of unsound mind and body, think I shall break my other arm. I, Don Gillespie, bequeath nothing to nobody, for I plan to take it all with me. I, Glenn Goodyear, will my ability to get along with teachers to all rising seniors. l, loe Gore, will S10 to Mr. Gay for services rendered. I, Linda Grant, will my shorthand book to anyone who can read that scribbling. I, Beth Graves, will my jealousy to Katherine Smith. 1, Betty Gray, will one TM to Kenny Bryan. hoping he enjoys it. I, Mary Grimsley, will to Faith Parrott and Brenda Brigman my C on conduct. I, Richard Harmon, will Locker 273 to Vickie Pate, who lived through utter confusion above and beyond the call of duty. I, Jane Hedgpeth, will to Charles Gibson 25 cents to buy his own typing paper. I, T. Y. Hester, will my love for Chevrolets to Barbara Holder. I, Bruce Higley, will my ability to remember a typing eraser to all key seekers. I, Maggie Hill, being of sound body and weak mind, will to Sally Caldwell my two words, spastic and ilustrated, because she looks as if she needs them. I, Cherry Hinnant, will to Marty and Helen Allen my love for basketball. I, Tommy Hodge, will my hatred for Fords and love of Chevrolets to Mrs. Lineberry. I, Dick Holmes, not knowing what to will, will not.