St Stephens High School - Corona Yearbook (Hickory, NC)

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superlative: BEST ALL ROUND Fred Huffman Rachel Granger MOST COURTEOUS Floyd Frye Betty Sue Turner MOST LIKELY TO SUCCEED Fred Huffman Janet Stafford MOST POPULAR Harold Kent Jettie Rullman WITTIEST Jerry McGinnis Earlene Miller FRIENDLIEST Floyd Frye Rachel Granger BEST LOOKING Clyde Hollar Jettie Rullman BEST ATHLETES Bill Simons Betty Sue Shepherd 19

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HISTORY We have reached a milestone in our career. The upward climb as high school students has been relatively long in some ways, but in other ways, it has seemed very short. When we leave this year, it will not be with the glee that we usually greeted summer vacations, but with a touch of melancholy and sentimentalism. Four years ago we entered St. Stephens as Freshmen. In our first year we were segregated--Mr. Clarke being the adviser to the boys and Miss Georgia Sherrill, to the girls. To quote Mr. Hoyle, it was a case of separating the thorns from the roses. Unruly and carefree the majority of us were unwill- ing to settle down to the regular routine of school life. At the beginning of our Sophomore year, we showed more susceptibility to the cultural and intellectual aspects of life. Due to the number in our class, we were still divided, but this year the boys and girls were together. Mrs. Hazel Purkey and Mrs. Anne Gray Anderson were our home room teachers. Also we were very happy to extend a welcome to the students who came down to St. Stephens from the local parochial school. It was with some apprehension that we greeted our Junior year, for we realized the responsibilities that lay before us. To sponsor the annual Junior- Senior Banquet was our main objective and to do this we had to raise money. As our first project, we sold magazines for which we received a certain per- centage of the profit. We are very proud of the fact that our sales topped all previous ones. Next we had a box supper,which was held in the school auditorium. In view of the approaching Yuletide Season the auditorium was decorated with an eye for Christmas. The high-point of our projects was the presentation of a three-act comedy entitled Little Miss Fortune. The play was admirably cast and presented. From this we netted quite a bit of profit, and we were very well satisfied with the results. Due to certain complications the banquet had to be staged at the White Pine. What we missed in the fun of decorating the audi- torium was made up by the pleasure we had at the banquet. The major event of the evening was a personalized gift presented to each Senior designating some individual characteristic. We are deeply grateful to Mrs. Christine Mauney, our Junior adviser, who through her counselling and patience, guided us successfully through our third year in high school. On August 29, 1949, we Juniors advanced into the Senior room. Mrs. Mauney came with us because of the death of Miss Rosa Sox, the beloved senior adviser. As Seniors we, of course, realized there was a lot of hard work ahead. The receiving of our class rings has been a special joy thus far in our Senior year. At this time all of us are working with our editors, Wanda Bolick and Edna Mae Herman, on the Corona of 1950. As we look back on our high school days, we find that they have been filled with much happiness, and we look forward to graduation with mixed emotions. Even though we are proud to be able to complete our school course, we will be sad to sever the old ties and friendships we have enjoyed for the past years. We shall always be grateful for the guidance that our principals, Mr. Hoyle and Mr. Murray, have so cheerfully given us. Our class motto, Ending but beginning, gives us a challenge to go on to greater things, but the portion of our lives spent at St. Stephens will ever be predominant in our memories. 18

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LAST WILL AMD TESTAMENT We, the Senior Class of St. Stephens High School of Hickory, North Carolina, being indisputably of sound and disposing mind and about to pass out of existence at this high school, do hereby bequeath all our worldly goods and possessions to the following beneficiaries: I, Margaret Baker, confer on Arland Spencer my ability to get high grades. To Jerry Beam, I, Jack Bolick, will my ability to sleep in economics. To Tommy Kersey, I, Ray Bolick will my ability to talk and study at the same time. I, Billy Joe Bowman, will my timidness to Wade Flowers. I, Johnny Bowman, will to Bobby McKinney my job of opening the windows. I, Jeannette Cooper, bequeath to Mrs. Mauney my ability to get bookkeeping while listening to the radio. To Maxine Goins, I, Billy Duncan, will my love and affection for economics, if she can take it. I, Joann Drum, bequeath at least three inches of my height to Doris Moretz. I, McCoy Echerd, will my Floating Power to Fay Fisher provided he can buy the oil and axles. I, Johnny Fleming, leave to Glenn Phillips my fondness of baseball. I, Betty Flowers, do hereby bestow upon Peggy Flowers my Senior privileges (in case she finds them) and also my dignified Senior walk. I, Floyd Fry Jr. , bestow my love and adoration for new automobiles to Gerald Reed. 1, Dopey Frye, transmit my love for baseball to Bill Keller. I, Rachel Granger, will my southern accent to Donna Franks with the hope that she doesn’t have to fight a civil war over it as I do. I, Evelene Hathcock, bestow upon Annette Forbes my little stature and quiet disposition. I, Donald Hedrick, surrender my ability to sing like a girl to Martha Jean Killian. I, Jerry Hedrick, leave all my high school books to Jimmy Huffman. I, D.C. Hefner, bequeath my ability to sing like a girl to Billie Bolick, hoping she can sing as good as I do. I, Edna Mae Herman, hopefully leave my position as hard-working secretary of the Beta Club to Sylvia Miller. I, Leona Herman, will my shyness to Ruby Gilbert. I, Clyde Hollar, would gladly bestow all my energetic ability to anyone who needs it, but somebody already has it. I, Jimmie Honeycutt, bequeath my ability to talk in chemistry and do more than anyone else to Cecil Queen. I, Fred Huffman, will to any Junior with a size eight head, my tan corduroy hat, size seven. I, Joe Huffman, will my bus, No. 30, to anyone who wants it. I, Martha Huffman, leave my ability in Latin to Frances Icard. I, Mary Huffman, will my dimples to Grace Mullen. I, Bruce Isenhower, will to Dorothy Huffman my back seat in the Senior Class. I, Billy Ray Jarret, will my ability to eat peanuts in study hall to Nancy Poovey. I, “Birdie” Kent, do hereby entrust my love for basketball to Ken Huffman. I, Gladys Lanier, surrender my job as a librarian to Ruby Lanier. I, Jerry McGinnis do leave my love for economics to anyone who can stay awake long enough to enjoy it. To Dee Wee Clarke, I, Earlene Miller, will my wit. To Millard Williams, I, Guy Miller, will my Blue Horse notebook. I, Manta Lee Mitchell, bequeath my job as a librarian to Margaret Cooke. I, Colleen Moore, bequeath my ability to blush at the right times to Betty Matthews. I, Revonda Moretz, yield my blond hair and freckles to Betty Brittain. To any Junior who loves economics enough to take it next year, I, Marion Pearce, bequeath my drowsy disposition. I, Peg Prestwood, surrender my undying love for Startown to Shirley Hedrick with the sin- cere hope that she can manage it better than I did. To Donald Yount, 1, Betty Carolyn Propst, will my quietness while in class. To Hazel Herman, I, Imogene Ritchie, bequeath my second year Latin book, hoping she uses it more than I did. To Frances Beard, I, Lorene Ritchie, surrender all my hours that I don’t have time to play the piano. I, Jettie Rullman, do bequeath my shyness and timidity to Bobby Stinson. 20