Beaufort High School - Mainsail Yearbook (Beaufort, NC)

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PIERSON WILLIS Pier Basketball 3,4; Junior Varsity 2; Baseball 2,3,4; Football 3,4; Varsity Club 4; Superlatives 4; Patrolman 1. ROBERT EUGENUIS WILLIS Bobby Band 2, 3,4; President 4; Student Council 1, 3; Beta Club 3,4; Annual Staff 4, Business Manager 4; Audubon Society 1; Bus Driver 4; Subt. 3; Patrolman 2, 3. JOY A ship! A ship! Ahoy! Ahoy ! 52 has named it Joy. The mast arose, the anchor lifted. The wind blew north and then it shifted South! Ahoy! the band played on; The class of 52J' is born. A big wide world we have to cross, Many a hardship, many a loss. To conquer the foes that lie ahead Wrecking the future, we're to spread Across the world, to wide open spaces; To wipe the sorrow from terror stricken faces. The sea of adventure--straight ahead! it By the hand of faith the ship was led. Achievement we're to have with pleasure To value through life, like a guarded treasure. The wind breezed up and the storm gales blew. The rough seas rocked but we came through'' Breathing a prayer for a mighty fort. As we slowly, softly, drifted in port. Iris Mae Dudley

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Class Kistory The school year of '48-'49 started on a September morning that will be remembered for many years, for this was our first day in high school. For the first week, we were busy trying to find our way around, because we silly, green freshmen had the strange idea that changing classes meant simply walking down the hall until we came to a room in which we would like to have a class. The upperclassmen had fun making sport of our ignorance until we realized our mistake and settled down to regular routine. After becoming accustomed to being the underclassmen of underclassmen and enduring many initiations, we were prepared to take whatever might come along. Nothing that happened seemed strange in the life of a freshman. From various parts of the county came several new members to join our class and to participate in our many activities and clubs. Most of the girls were kept busy by either Home Economics, FHA, or being waitresses at the Junior-Senior Banquet, while the boys were trying out basketball and band. Under the guidance of Mrs. Salter, Mrs. Beveridge, and our class president, Sheila Smith, we gave the seniors a very successful trip on the Hatteras up the Inland Waterway. Then came the tenth grade. It seemed that we were excluded from almost every activity. Although it was quite a disadvantage to be neither an under nor upperclassman, we were allowed the privilege of helping the new freshmen get on their feet. The playing of football for the first time in ten years was the big thrill of our sophomore year. We all rallied to its support. Near the end of our second year in high school Miss Chadwick, Mr. Hawkins, and our president, Nancy Russell helped the class to entertain the seniors with a hayride and weiner roast on Atlantic Beach. From the very first day of our junior year our thoughts all centered around the approaching banquet. We said it was to be the greatest yet, and it was. Mr. McQuaid, Mrs. Floyd, and our president, Gary Copeland toiled many nights in the gymnasium with the class decorating and preparing for this event. No onethere will ever forget entering through the dragon's mouth, seeing the beauty of the temple, the little red bridge, the lovely scenic paintings on the wall, and the rickshaw--a veritable rainbow land-- our Oriental Garden! After the banquet was over, our thoughts turned to the coming year when we would be seniors. On the last day of our junior year, we marched down through the balcony and out the front door. At long last, after eleven years of waiting, we were seniors! But the glory of being seniors didn't really start until September sixth, 1951. Now conversation was about the annual, the rings we would soon get, selecting our invitations, and above all, the Washington trip. The first few days were exciting ones. Then we realized it was the beginning of the end for us. There was a mixture of emotions about this being our last year of school. Some were glad that they would not have to come back next year, while others were thrilled, yet sad. Thrilled to get back and be with their friends again; sad to think that before long, they would be leaving their Alma Mater. This, our last year of school is proving to be not only our best, but our busiest. When we complete this work and go out to make our own fortunes, time will tell who will be a success and who will be a failure. But we must all keep in mind that It isn't the gale, but the set of the sail that determines the way we go.