Belmont High School - Clarion Yearbook (Belmont, NC)

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M o o ' mg ment of the Carolinas. There was Margie Chaney proudly receiving the trophy for State Tennis Champion. But what's this? Why, it's Clyde Stanley receiving a trophy for Heavyweight Champion of the State. QClyde certainly has grown up.l Gazing on the other side of the boat. I saw a college campus on which a sign read: Catawba College-Founded 1851. Nearby a group of young men were practicing football, and James Abernathy was the coach. Not far away was a small cottage in which Grace Walters lived with her husband. An adorable little boy named Jimmy went toddling in. For a while I closed my eyes, thinking of all I had seen, but I was too much interested in what the water told to stop now. What else could I see? Again I looked into the water and saw a building dominated the scene and Neon letters distinguished it as W. B. T. The announcer, I saw, was Jack Rumfelt, and there was Betty Holton conducting a program Hints to Housewives. Charles Wilson was the electrician and Winifred Thrower was Hostess of the studio. The jokes used were furnished by Ted Williams. greatest authority on original jokes. As the scene faded, I saw a sign which read: Ellington and King Publishing House. Uames Ellington and Clinton King must have been the founders.J Our boat glided along and there was Mercy Hospital and two of my classmates, Ruth Lingerfelt and Hazel Haas, dressed in nurses' uniforms were entering the grounds. And there was the Presbyterian Hospital with two other of my classmates, Helen Abee and Ruby Stewart, in training. Our boat was caught by a breeze and carried into a cove. The water reflected a beautiful scene with a large stone building in the foreground, the Mint Museum, where Willard Michael's famous master-pieces were being exhibited. We drifted back to the main water route, and I saw a building bearing the name Cigar Manufacturers, Proprietors-Samuel Horsley and Zane Huffstetler. Clt seemed as if Sam and Zane had decided to make the practical jokes pay for those cigars contained fire crackers.J Elizabeth Jenkins was their bookkeeper. As we glided along there was another sign bearing two familiar names: Capps and McGinnis Doughnuts. CI knew that was Mattie Lee Capps and Katherine McGinnis.J As we circled through the rocks to a calmer place, I saw nymphs dancing around. No, it wasn't: it was Emma Stowe, Clara Null, and Rachel Harding as models in Ruth Wingate's ready-to-wear shop. Finally there appeared a sign which was most familiar: Current's Tea-Room. I saw that Dorothy Glenn, Margaret Stewart, and Vernon Hicks were waitresses. Traveling along, I noticed another large sign, advertising the new car: built by Wade Robinson and Lloyd Kelly. , We moved along slowly, and there was a large farm near Gastonil Where David Smith was breeding horses. Moving on down-stream, I saw a Veterinary Hospital and a sign which read: Veterinarian- J. K. Carpenter, Most Famous Horse Doctor. The boat drifted back toward land, and I saw the new school of which we had dreamed so long. Charles McLean was the principal and Margaret Murphy was the math teacher. On the principal's desk lay a copy of Virginia Howe's book, How to Accomplish the Most. I saw gathered in the auditorium a large group whom I recognized as some of my class- mates. Among those gathered were: David Dagenhart. Superintendent of the Climax with Robert Ramsey as foreman and J. B. Wilson the bookkeeper. The wind carried their con- versations to me, and I interestedly listened as they talked to each other. Did you know that Edna Cunningham and Dorothy Stroupe are the librarians of the new Public Library and that Pattie Hooker and Pauline Bess have charge of the Social Welfare office? No, but I did know that Kelly Ostwalt, our Fred Astaire of Belmont, has opened a studio. What about Marjorie Smith? I see she has a lovely home on the Point Road and has married a lawyer. Kate Forbes is home for a vacation. I guess you knew that she is private secretary to W. C. Fields. Over in one corner of the auditorium I could see a group of boys and I noticed that two were dressed in navy uniforms. They were Neal Ratchford and Ned McMillan who were home from Annapolis on a furlough. Their discussion centered around C. P. Armstrong and his love for railroads and his whole yard of freight cars. I gazed around among the group trying to find Mary Frances Gresham, and there she was talking as usual. The wind brought me news that she was married but was working as secretary for Virginia Howe. The wind began to blow hard and it carried our little boat near shore. I looked deeper to see my own future. but saw nothing so I drifted back to the shore and mounted zngyp white horse. I passed unnoticed into the black depths of the forest as the old boatman disappeared from view. Page Twenty-one

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193 9 CLASS PROPHECY As I was riding my white horse through a forest one day, I was wondering about my friends of high school days. A sparkling light drew my attention toward the North. Direct- ing my way toward that shining object, I was soon standing beside the crystal waters of a lake. As I was admiring the beauty of it, a boat glided to the bank and a weird-looking old boatman beckoned me to get in, promising that he would show me wonderful things in which I was interested. I obeyed, a little hesitant, however, but soon I forgot all fear, so impressed was I by the magic beauty round about. - Suddenly we approached a point where the waters were swirling and boiling, but as the boat stopped all became calm and before me was reflected the panorama of a great city. As I gazed upon this, objects became distinct and I recognized the city New York. Electric signs dazzled my eyes at first, but soon I was able to read and to my amazement. I saw familiar names among them: French Novels Translated into English-Myrtle Capps-Translator. CMyrtle seems to be putting her French into good practicej O'Daniel School for Young Ladies. Gaynelle Jenkins-Director of Physical Education and Eleanor Lee, Dramatic Director. fSarah Lee has founded her school, and she has two of her classmates as instructorsj I American Air Lines Airport-Gazing interestedly in that direction I saw a transport plane landing. and after the passengers got off, a familiar person appeared, none other than Lucille Michaels, Stewardess on that plane. Best Magazines-Get Your Best Magazines Here. One magazine set out for special atten- tion was the 4-H Club Magazine-Sarah Tinkler, Editor: Ruth Beaty, Home-cooking Editor. Another sign flashed before me: New York Stadium-Game Today-New York Giants vs. Chicago Cubs. fThere are two familiar names in the line-up for the New York Giants- Stanley Nixon and Horace Robinsonj A most unusual and conspicuous sign comes into view: Newest Automobile on the Market-Built by Wade Robinson and Lloyd Kelly. The vision was marred as a gentle breeze rippled the water and changed the course of our boat. and I saw the regular coast line of Lake Michigan and the Metropolis, Chicago. I saw the terminal for the Chicago, Milwaukee, St. Paul and Pacinc Railroads owned by C. P. Arm- strong. Across the street a large building was decorated by a Neon sign which read: Diesel Engine Corporation-I-Iarold Lewis, Charley Fite, Founders. CThis motor is supposed to help the car climb banks.j The breeze brought strains of music. and I saw vividly a new soloist for Bennie Goodman's orchestra, Earl I-Iuffstetler. With the strains of music the breeze brought a scent of cookies, and I turned a little to find Margaret Severs busily cooking for her husband, a soap manufacturer. I was surprised as I read a sign: Famous Bone Specialist, Roy Garret. fRoy has proven that with silence there can be successj There on a lakeqn the midst of a beautiful forest I was having a wonderful time reviving old friends. We began drifting homeward, and I, still scanning the water, was attracted by the capital of Virginia, Richmond. The picture was blurred as the boat passed among the rocks, but I saw G. R. Abernathy, our faithful bus driver, as owner of a large trucking company with Warren Queen and Forrest Wilkerson as joint owners. I noticed a building, Publishing Office of the Richmond Times, as indicated by an adver- tisement, which announced Billy Rumfelt as Editor, Moran Abee, Photographer and Gilbert Lawing, the French Correspondent. Suddenly there came a flash of wheat fields and a large ranch. I knew this was in Texas. and whom should I see but Charles Bowen. who is owner of the large ranch with Alfred Benfield the foreman. As we drifted, the ripples gave way to wide Sombreros, which all Mexicans wear. There before my eyes, I saw Jack Mace and Jack Cobb hunting bugs as a profession. Almost immediately the scene was changed by a breeze which carried us down stream several yards. Finally we came to rest where the water was shallow and the sun beamed brighter. There before me I saw the distinct outline of South America. On the continent I saw a dense forest, and as the trees parted, there was Cicero Ware hunting a new fiower. CI-Ie used to say that was the way to a woman's heartj It seemed as if my classmates were scattered all over the world, for I saw in Africa Elizabeth Wolfe, fulfilling her life's dream as a missionary in the wilds of the Congo. The old man turned the boat, and we started back. Drifting under the swaying limbs of an overhanging live oak. I saw the campus of Winthrop College, and there was Vivian Laye. coaching the basketball team. Suddenly the boat lurched forward and came to rest before a great section of pine trees. A sign caught my attention immediately, for it read: Southern Pines, N. C.-Athletic Tourna- Page Twenty e I f.x'- is ' : I 0 A 0 0 o S47 4 ni. . T

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