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Last Will and Testament We, the class of 1948, of the High School of Walstonburg, having come to the end of our long life in a peaceful and undisturbed state of, what we have always been pleased to call, our mind, in accordance with the laws of this state, do hereby give and bequeath and devise all our worldly goods and possessions as seemeth fitting and wise in our judgement, without tak- ing advice or counsel from anyone, and without being influenced in the least by past favors or disfavors, past kindness or unkindness. We may say that in making these bequests w e have been said to possess in a remarkable degree, common sense. GENERAL TERMS: lo the School — We leave a love and devotion that will always protect you. To the Faculty — We leave our thanks for all your efforts in making our school years happy and successful. To Mr. Peeler — Our Principal — in order to show our appreciation for your kindness, we leave our love and best wishes. To the Juniors — We leave all the mistakes we have ever made. This is a most important bequest, because by our mistakes we learn more than ever comes to us in any other way, and if our mistakes are so beneficient, how much more so must be those of others when they be- come our property. PERSONAL WILL: J. F. Bailey wills his sportsmanship to Ray Speight. Dorothy Bailey wills her position as Captain of the basketball team to Janie Dildy. Margie Barfield wills her curiosity to Mary Blair Shirley. Lucille Barnes wills her figure and blond hair to Elizabeth Norman. Esther Beaman wills a tall, dark, broad shouldered man to Joyce Rouse. Margaret Coggins leaves her friendly smile to Evelyn Speight. Mildred Dildy leaves her love for reading to Betty Hobbs. Henry Grey Fields wills his position as pitcher on the baseball team to Jimmy Beamon. Rachel Griffin leaves her neatness to Doris Whitley. Dorothy Hardison wills a date book to Verna Stepps. Billie Hardison leaves his flirting ways to Bill Honeycutt. Carl Hinson wills his many girl friends to Roland Moye. Dalton Holloman leaves his nice, quiet, easy manner to Alvin Dildy. James Holloman leaves a song book to John Allen Corbett. Jarvis Holloman wills his height and pretty curly hair to Ralph Beamon. Doris Letchworth wills her admiration for pretty clothes and new fashions to Evelyn Fields. Verona Lee Owens walls her ability to dream to Ruth Gay. Dorothy Parker wills her talkative moods and school girl giggles to Gail Tugwell. Robert Parker wills his silliness and sissiness to Billie Norville. Frances Shirley leaves all her ex-boy friends to Myrtle Hardison. Mildred Speight wills her love for animals to Dorothy Murphy. Phillip Shirley wills his crooning voice to J. C. Parker. Minnie Mae Tugwell leaves her ability to type to Jeanne Redick. Doris Wheeler wills her originality to Zelda Wainwright. Doris Williams wills her letter-writing to Anne Baker. To you. Miss Rives, the seniors wall every happiness and joy that could be brought to any- one; for you have been so kind and understanding, even at the most difficult times. I, Gladys Parker, leave my most humble appologies for not writing a better wall. Mr. J. R. Peeler, Gladys Parker, Witness Testator Mr. B. L. Davis, Witness
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Class History We, the seniors of ’48 are nearing the goal toward which we have striven since that first day we approached old W. H. S., a place we soon learned to love. After years of fun, com- panionship, and hard studying, we are approaching that wonderful, yet sad occasion — gradu- ation. Graduation, when we shall go our separate ways, following the foundation and the morals we’ve learned these twelve years of stepping-stones to that mountain top. But as we ascend our pedestal on that mountain top of dreams, we like to stop and reminisce a little, to think of our joys and difficulties while climbing these stepping-stones. We’ll never forget our first days in high school. We were freshmen at last! Confused but proud, we tramped the halls of W. H. S. Miss Marjorie Dean Garris, our home room teacher, was a fine leader, and we soon caught on to the ways of the upperclassmen. Conscientiously, we elected our officers for the year. They were: Jarvis Holloman, President; Dorothy Parker, Treasurer; and Dorothy Hardison, Secretary. The most important social of the year was the party given at the teacherage. Learning that all fun and no work meant low grades, we settled down to work and soon those long-awaited vacation days drew near. Ding, Dong, Ding! Back to school and we were sophomores! Starting the year off with a bang, we elected our class officers, who proved to be good leaders. They were: Robert Parker, President; Jarvis Holloman, Vice-President; Doris Wheeler, Secretary; and Dorothy Parker, Class Reporter. A weiner roast at Tago and a show afterwards was one of the memorable socials of the year but the most impressive event of the year was the ordering of our class rings. With Miss Virginia Wright as our class sponsor, the months sped by and it was vaca- tion time again. Juniors! We could hardly believe it. A few of the class members had dropped out; the stepping-stones had become too difficult for them or matrimony had overtaken them. We have many wonderful memories of our Junior year, one of which was the receiving of our class rings. Soon we came out of our daze, though, and realized that with only two stepping-stones to climb, we must make every minute count. On December 6, 1946, the Juniors gave their play, “Miss Adventure,” with Doris Wheeler taking the lead. Other class members taking character parts were Robert Parker, Rachel Grif- fin, Doris Beamon, Jarvis Holloman, Phillip Shirley, Dorothy Parker, and Edna Ruth Rouse. The play was a great success. The class presented Miss Mary Irma Rives, play director, with an orchid — a miniature award for so grand a leader. Her patience and integrity will never be forgotten. Sh-h-h-h-h, be quiet! Don’t let the seniors in on this! I wish that wonderful night would soon arrive, became passwords of the juniors. Planning the Junior-Senior Banquet was an- other wonderful event of the year but still more wonderful was the night of April 18, 1947. We, the juniors, entertained the seniors, companions and fellow-students who were soon to seek their fortunes in the wide world. Everyone had a grand time and went home stuffed with the good food and sweet memories of the Junior-Senior Banquet of ’47. With President Robert Parker, Vice-President Carl Hinson, and Secretary Minnie Mae Tugwell acting as dependable class officers, and with Mr. Jasper Lewis as class sponsor time seemed to fly until — we were no longer juniors. Vacation days were over and we were Seniors! We had finally reached that last stepping- stone. Upperclassmen, we were cocky and proud. Realizing the importance of efficient and experienced leaders, we chose as class officers the following: Robert Parker, President; Minnie Mae Tugwell, Vice-President; Dorothy Parker, Secretary; and Gladys Parker, Treasurer. With Miss Rives as our class sponsor, we secured after some difficulty, our inheritance — the senior home room. Days sped by and the question of having an annual came up. All the seniors wanted one but — was it possible? Of course, it was possible but a lot of hard work had to be done. The seniors enjoyed getting the material ready for the press and we believed that everyone who bought an annual would always treasure it. The senior play directed by Miss Sue Hunsucker, was a huge success. So many events hap- pened during our senior year that it is difficult to determine their importance in order. Order- ing visiting cards, caps and gowns, and invitations were just a few of the things that kept the seniors very busy. Last, but certainly not least, was the ordering of our diplomas. We, the seniors, realize that after looking backwards, that our dreams are not ended, but that they are just being fulfilled. As those dreams are being fulfilled, as we go our parting ways, we’ll always remember good old W. H. S., the foundation of our future, with a feeling of pride, of kindness, and of loyalty. Doris Williams, Class Historian.
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Class Prophecy On a warm night in May when I returned from a party given in honor of the seniors, I found myself dressing for bed. As I realized this would be our last party as a class, a wave of sor- row swept over me. We had been together for twelve years and now we were soon to be separated. As the warm spring breeze drifted in and the rays of moonlight flooded my room, and as the thought of every senior lingered in my mind, I fell into a deep sleep — sleep, peaceful sleep. I had slept for hours, I’m sure, when I began to dream. The time must have been ten or twelve years after graduation, for I saw myself traveling over the United States on a tour I had always longed to take. Going northward into Pennsylvania, I stopped to see the city of Philadelphia. Passing the courthouse a throng of people crowded out. Among them I saw Robert Parker and I im- mediately hurried toward him. He told me he was a lawyer and his beautiful but brilliant secretary was none other than Doris Letch worth. From Philadelphia I took a plane early one morning to New York. Seeing that Billy Hardi- son had become a pilot was tremendously pleasing. In New York I saw the familiar figure of J. F. Bailey in a policeman’s uniform. J. F. said Dot Bailey was doing wonders with the basketball team she was coaching. Late that night as I came out of a night club, I saw Frances Shirley wearing a gorgeous gown. She told me that singing in a night club was such fun. To my astonishment she said Minnie Mae Tugwell had designed and made the gown she was wearing. Minnie Mae was now a leading figure in the world of fashions. After the most exciting night of my life, I returned to my hotel and found a letter from my mother telling me that Gladys Parker had at last found a job she liked — that of telephone operator. My journey continued to Detroit, Michigan, where I set out to find Margaret Coggins. The rumor that she was a very successful beauty operator proved to be true. Margaret told me her friend Mildred Speight was in Detroit and had used her imagination to such an extreme ad- vantage that she was now designing toys for children. To St. Paul, Minnesota I went after leaving Detroit. Stopping at a large bakery to get some dougnuts, I was overcome with a feeling of loneliness when suddenly I saw the friendly smile of Lucille Barnes which comforted me no end. When I reached the beautiful city of Denver, Colorado, a few days later, I registered in a large hotel and ordered dinner, and who should I see busy as a waitress but Mildred Dildy. I arose early the next morning so as to see as much of the city as I could before night. Walking down town I passed by one of the most beautiful little shops I had ever seen. When I stopped and looked in the window I recognized this place to be a florist and the proud owner to be Rachel Griffin. I was told by Rachel that Esther Beaman was a graduate nurse, and a good one too. Before entering Oklahoma City, Oklahoma, I stopped to see the famous Holloman and Hollo- man dairy. James and Jarvis had used their 4-H Club training to an advantage. Upon reaching the city and settling down to read the paper, I read a most interesting article by Doris Williams, an outstanding newspaper reporter. When I turned over to the sports page there before me was the headlines: “Henry Grev Fields, outstanding baseball plaver of 1959.” I left Oklahoma City to go to Memphis, Tennessee, by plane and reached my destination late one Saturday night. The ringing of church bells awakened me the next morning and I hurriedly dressed for church only to see Phillip Shirley take his place as minister. Also to my delight I saw Doris Wheeler who told me she was teaching English at a nearby college. After a most thrilling trip I was now ready to enter good old North Carolina again and what to my surprise should I hear but “Carl Hinson candidate for governor.” Having seen almost all the seniors, I had a longing to see the rest of them. I found Dalton Holloman working as County Agent in a small county and Marjorie Barfield Home Demonstra- tion Agent of the same county. On my way to Walstonburg to get a glimpse of dear old Walstonburg High, I saw two white bungalows and children playing happily around them. I saw in the doorway with a crisp white apron tied around her slim waist, Dot Hardison, talking to her neighbor, Verona Owens. Dot and Verona told me there was no happier life than taking care of a family and husbands like William and Lawrence. Just as I passed the school house and the memories of my senior year had begun to haunt me, I awakened with a start. Sorrowfully I sighed. I was only dreaming. But after a few moments of thinking, I wasn’t too disturbed because I’m one of those persons who are inclined to believe that dreams do come true. Dorothy Parker, Class Prophet.
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