Lumberton High School - Pirateer Yearbook (Lumberton, NC)

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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.

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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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Sandra Horne, will to Weltha Harris a few inches in height and to Miss B a sponge to soak up some of her energy. Wayne Horne. will four cans of motor oil to I's 409. Barbara Inman, will to Pam White one broken ski rope and hope-she has better luck with it than I did. Liveo Ivey, leave my Remington and with it, advanced typing. Barbara Lamb, will to Brenda my place in high school to get what I didn't. Ben Lambeth, will to any incoming Key Club member my enjoyment of wintergreen, fingernail polish and onion juice. David Lambeth, will all my 3's and 4's to anyone who wants them. Jeane Lovette, will my sunglasses, wrecked cars, and good times to Vivian Love. Sylvia Lovett, will to Delores Phillips my love for California. Suzanne MacLeod, hereby leave my membership in the Muddy Boy Construction Crew to my brother James. Mike Malinsky, will all Friday nights for unchaperoned parties to anyone foolish enough to have them. Roy May, will my Ford to anyone who will take it. Mackie McIntyre, do will my twelve years of school to Daryl Kinlaw in hopes that, added to his thirteen, he graduates in the near future. Bobby McKee, will to Billy York a vacation to Red China for the annual famine. Annie McLamb, will my English book to the next unlucky soul who gets it. Torrey McLean, will all my extra pep pills, stay-awake pills, and nerve tonic to anyone fortunate enough to have English IV under Mrs. Farmer. George McPhatter, will my basketball ability to Henry Byrd. Mary Mills, leave two yards of orange crepe paper to D. K. to put to good use. Dickie Navy, will my nickname, Army, to anyone who wants it. Sandra Newton, will to Mrs. Stephens one new madras belt to replace her old beaded Indian belt. Larry Odum, will to Sad Charles Gibson a parking place for his '34 Ford. Mike Olive, will to all rising seniors the following advice: Do not take advanced English unless you plan to graduate. Dennis O'Quinn, will two thousand liters of hydrogen and two thousand liters of chlorine in a sunlit chemistry lab to next year's chemistry students. Bob Parnell, will one fly leaf from my physics book to M. M. David Perkins, will my seat in Room 22 to anyone unlucky enough to get it. Delores Phillips, will my seat beside the window in Mrs. Richbourg's room to any junior who is lucky enough to get it. ' Mary Florence Potter, will try not to be as mean as I have been thus far. Carolyn Powers, will all my good times at Lumberton High School to Dianne Lamb. Julian Prevatte, will my safe driving ability to Willie Weatherman. Rat Prevatte, will one chicken to Mrs. Richbourg. Mayme Price, leave the best years of my life to Lumberton High School. Michael Pruitt, will one bottle of black dye to any blonde that wants it. Jimmy Ransom, will one good elbow to the Lumberton Athletic Department wringer. Wanda Ray, will leave my ridiculous nickname, Winnie B. Wiggles. Russell Redmond, will one yellow Doubeulle to Sue Price and Ruth Ann Baker. H. L. Robinson, don't want to will, but if I must, I will, so I will. Barden Rogers, will my part to no one because I want it. Frankie Rozier, will Lumberton High School to the Senior Class of 1964. Larry Rozier, will my physics grades to anyone foolish enough to take them. Charles Russell, will my Winstons to Jacky Spruill. Carolyn Sealey, will my seat in Miss Roberts' Typing II class to anyone who is crazy enough to take it Kenneth Sellers, will my Chevrolet to the junk yard. Carol Scarboro, will my French grades to the birds. Rose Ann Shaw, will my position as editor of the Treasure Chest to Lee and Lauren McLean, in hopes that they will do a double good job. John Shepherd, will my golfing ability to Malcolm McGrath.