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

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ANO TESTAMENT I, Sam Eckard, joyfully bestow upon Shake Saunders my gifted sense of humor. I, Guy Matthews, leave my English book to any Junior, who, I hope, will not have the trou- ble with it that I have had. 'vVe, Rondel Brendleand Ernest Herman, bequeath our seats in English to Kenneth Brendie ana Donald Baker, hoping they use them better than we did. I, Julie Drum, transmit my ability to make mistakes in Bookkeeping to anyone taking the course next year. I, Thomas Hoke, joyfully entrust my bus No. 28-A to anyone who can drive it. To Kaye Frye, we, Catherine Setzerand Roaline Gilbert, relinquish our interest in sports. I, Elaine Fry, bequeath my love for sports to Rebecca Fry. I, Margaret Flowers, joyfully bestow upon Maxine Goins, my ability to make cakes for Miss Sherrill. We, Dale Propst and Jackie Murphy, hereby bestow our love for hunting and fishing to Jack Drum. I, Max Sigmon, entrust my position as Beta Club president to Peggy Duncan. I, Dorothy Bolick, bequeath my seat in Bookkeeping Class to any Junior who takes the sub- ject and can understand it. We, Mary Catherine Deitz and Hattie Franklin, leave to Leona Evans and Mary Cook our ability to be good friends. I, Denney McKinney, leave all of my surplus energy fo George Barger, so he will be able to get to school on time next year. I, Carol Cook, bequeath my old faithful typing eraser to anyone who can find it. We, Marlene Kilby and Rebecca Killian, joyfully bestow our love for the cemetery to Camelia Yount and Joan Propst. To Lewis Huffman, I, Deames Huffman, gladly transmit my membership in the Key Club. I, David Granger, transmit my ability to be late for school every morning to Guy Fisher. I, Joyce Reese, yield my love for reading to Tommy Bolick. We. Elizabeth Stinson and Hope Lowman, joyfully bestow on any two Juniors our love for each other. I, Kenneth Hedrick, entrust my desire to visit Newton-Conover High to Charlie Hicks. We, Norma Jean Hefner and Edna Austin, surrender our ability to be seen together always to Shirley Bowman and Kathleen Blalock. I, Mary Lou Harrison, do entrust my place in Latin II Class to Mary Sue Waters, hoping that she enjoys it as much as I did. I, Frankie Davis, joyfully bestow upon Shirley Lail my ability to blush at the right time. I, Barbara Mingus, do bequeath to J. E. Rowe, my good times in 6th period Study Hall. Finally, Mrs. Anderson and Mrs. Mauney send their home-room students, the Class of 1952, into the world with the prayer that each one will think about whatever is TRUE, whatever is PURE, whatever is LOVELY, and whatever is GRACIOUS. In witness whereof, We, the Class of 1952, have to this our will, set our hands and seal this Commencement day, Anno Domni, one thousand nine hundred and fifty-two. Jolene Drum and Alma Jo Shook, Testators

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LAST WILL We, the Senior Class of 1952, in sixty-four individual and distinct parts; being about to pass out of this sphere of education in full possession of an alert mind, a well-trained memory, and almost superhuman understanding, do make and publish this, our last will and testament to the following: I, Norma Jean Drum, do hereby joyfully bestow my love for music and gift of gab to Win- fred Lail, hoping he enjoys them as much as I did. To Mary Joe Beam, I, Aileen Bumgardner, do entrust my place in the Senior Class, hoping that she will improve it greatly. I, Charles Ray Bolick, relinquish to Jean Huffman, all my textbooks hoping she will get more from them than I did. I, Jack Houston, leave my French Book to Raeford Wells, with the hope that he will get more out of it than I did. I, Bobby Huffman, do regretfully yield my French II Book to any French I student who will use it better than I have. I, Tommy Bolick, will my job as basketball manager to Larry Reed. I, Ray Yount, bequeath my mathematical ability to all dumb Juniors. To any Junior who wants it, I, Glenn Ray Michell, bequeath my place in the Senior Class. We, Wilma Bumgarner and Betty Jean Herman, entrust to Colleen Price and Alice Faye Cooper, our ability to talk all the time. I, Max Miller, bequeath my bus route to Charles Miller, hoping that he gets a new bus and doesn't have so many flat tires. We, Mazel Cook, JoleneDrum, and Gail Frye, do surrender our ability to cheer to anyone who thinks he can yell louder than we can. I, Ken Phillips, joyfully bestow upon Cecil Clontz my love for bookkeeping and English. I, Grady Hefner, solemnly grant my ability to get my bookkeeping to Fredrick Kurth. We, Rosella Hefner, Kathleen Wagner, and Alma Jo Shook, do hereby bequeath our ability to be found together to any three Juniors who have the same quality. I, Millard Williams, joyfully bestowupon Jimmy Spencer my love for baseball and English. I, James Setzer, entrust to Carl Rullman my clever way of keeping my long legs under my desk. I, Jerry Killian, leave my French Book II to any French I student planning to be in French II next year. To my brother, Johnny Killian, I, Virginia Killian, give with much hesitancy, my place in the Senior Class. We, Martha Jean Killian and Nadine Brown, joyfully bestow our brown eyes to Betty Hayes and Jo Granger. I, Ruby Lanier, joyfully relinquish my twelfth grade seat to Paul Lanier. I, Shirley Matthews, give my seat in Latin to anyone who wants it. To Kenneth Deal, I, Arlene Shook, bequeath my blue eyes. I» Peggy Lane, hesitate to leave my Latin Book to Norma Jean Queen. I, Melvin Hollar, do gladly surrender to Charles Shook my Bookkeeping Book, hoping he gets more out of it than I did. To Fred Little, I, Norma Beck, do joyfully bequeath my love of reading. I, Jimmy Laws, relinquish my love for souped-up Lincolns and blondes co Bobby Laws.

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PROPHECV Here I. EDNA AUSTIN, sit day-dreaming in the comfort of an estate high in the moun- tains. It is now the year I960, and as I sit here, I remember this day in 1952. The graduat- ing class of St. Stephens High School was gathered together for the last time, but today I see them - - some whe re. As I close my eyes, I see ROSELLA HEFNER, my classmate who was such a talented dancer, now dance instructor at the little school operated by KENNETH PHILLIPS at the end of the valley. At the Mountain Top High School, there are several familiar faces, JOYCE REESE, French instructor, CAROL COOK, the Algebra teacher, and MARGARET FLOWERS, Home Economics teacher, while CATHERINE SETZER, is the dietitian. It’s hard to be- lieve, but SAM ECKARD is principal here. Nearby JIMMIE LAWS, pilot, and MAX SIGMON, co-pilot, are on a flight or getting prepared for one at the airport owned by RAY YOUNT. ROALINE GILBERT, short as ever, is airline stewardess with BARBARA MINGUS as her assistant. I knew Jimmie, Max, and Ray could never be separated. Anyone wishing to stay overnight on the mountain would enjoy staying at the Hef-Kill Hotel owned by GRADY HEFNER and JERRY KILLIAN. Indeed, I believe the food would be enjoyable, for I read that DEAMES HUFFMAN is the head cook. At the village church around the corner, I hear DOROTHY BOLIEK, organist at the little church, beginning her prelude for the service. The “Mountain Top Journal” is owned by DALE PROPST. Society editor, HOPE LOWMAN and Editorial editor, ELIZABETH STINSON, are very busy getting today’s edi- tion ready. Far from home I recognize RUBY LANIER, first woman President of the United States, and AILEEN BUMGARDNER, Vice-President. The President’s private secretaries are MAZEL COOK and SHIRLEY MATTHEWS. MELVIN HOLLAR and NORMA JEAN DRUM have charge of the President’s flower gardens. The hospital on the top of the mountain has four members of our class on the nursing staff: ALMA JO SHOOK, head of the first floor, KATHLEEN WAGNER and MARY LOU HARRISON, heads of the second and third floors respectively. HATTIE FRANKLIN is in charge of the children’s ward. In the office I'm glad to observe that REBECCA KILLIAN is the supervisor. NORMA BECK, one of our class artists, is now interior decorator of Miller’s Dress Shop half way up the mountain. NADINE BROWN is model here, while MAX MILLER is owner of the shop. As the homes pass before my view, I see FRANKIE DAVIS, NORMA JEAN HEFNER, MARY CATHERINE DEITZ, GLENN RAY MITCHELL, CARL BAKER, and ARLENE SHOOK, all happily married. Now I hear music from a concert being held in the auditorium. There is a sign which reads, “PEGGY LANE, guest singer for tonight. ’’ I also recognize VIRGINIA KILLIAN, JOLENE DRUM, ELAINE FRY, and MARTHA JEAN KILLIAN, who compose the Mountain Top Quartet. These girls are happy, I know, for they always loved to sing. MARLENE KILBY is their accompanist. In the audience I behold many familiar faces. First, I see Mr. and Mrs. MILLARD WILLIAMS, Mr. and Mrs. Terrell Campe, (Mrs. Canipe is the former JULIE DRUM), and Mr. and Mrs. Roy Wilson, (Mrs. Wilson is my clas smate,WILMA BUMGARNER). There seated on the front row are RONDEL BRENDLE and BOBBY HUFFMAN, owners of the Top Fill Service Station. This seems to be the night for celebration because the farmers have come to town. There are GUY MATTHEWS, DENNY McKINNEY, JAMES SETZER, ERNEST HERMAN, JACK HOUSTON, and TOMMY BOLICK. Why, there are no girls with them! Do you suppose neither of those boys has married? CHARLES RAY BOLICK, DAVID GRANGER, JACKIE MURPHY, THOMAS HOKE, and KENNETH HEDRICK must be home on a furlough for they’re ail dressed in some of Uncle Sam’s uniforms. GAIL FRY and BETTY HERMAN are Wacs and have just returned home. As usual, they’re laughing at a joke. Oh, how homesick all this has made me ! Well, some of our classmates are together, anyway, even if I do feel so alone. Edna Austin and Rosella Hefner .Prophets