Benson High School - Tatler Yearbook (Benson, NC)

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LAURA LEIGH JOHNSON She studies hard and keeps her friends, She is always the type that always ■wins. Coats — Pick-ups — Eating — Coc a- Ccla. JULIA RUTH MASSENGILL Luke Here ' s to the girl with eyes of brown. Whose srririt proud you cannot down. Smiles — Letters — Utley ' s Drug Store — Dependable. MARY SMITH ' ' Carburetor ' ' A smile for everyone, her mood is gay, Her friend ' y spirit wins her friends that stay. 1 ' Carefree — Giggles — Eats — Congenial. HERBERT WALL ' ' Cotton ' ' Better late than never. Indifferent — Magazines — Drug Store — Pipe. t Is LINA PEARL JOHNSON ' ' Snooks To know her is to lore her. Tennis — Spelling — Friendly Basketball. LOUISE McLAMB Mania Although yoa search the whole world round, A cuter girl cannot be found. Satan — Strolls — Person- ality — Studious. DENNIS STEVENS Pete . Boll on. world, and I ' ll roll with yoa. Medicine — Announcements — Assistant Principal — ' ' General. ' TRUBIE WEEKS ' ' Troubadour ' ' ' Not too serious, not too gay, Jiut n rare good girl in every way, Physics — Chevrolet — Riding — Drug Store. Thirteen

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U (ArfuA Jti ZlL Jl JL+ ti. A m I x£ reL f. -L MILDRED ENNIS . . Good ' Un A merry heart doeth good like It ' o I £ medicine. Wr; Dancing — Music — Drug Store — Attractive. £ J ±y-CU J JjU VERNA MAE GIBBS , . j . , • ..«. 4 ' TlUKxrA he lie that invented sleep. - r ' Pick-ups — Arguments — Romance . ' CC- (L-t -At-, JL ZCC. — Chewing Gum 9 W. T. GRIMES T (hire do all Ihal man become a Who dares do wore is none. Reliable — Courteous — Ambi- tions — Trucks. HOWARD HOLMES ' ' Tumi). ' ' Tie is lite quietest boy you ' ve ever Hat what he sat s he really means. Baseball — Studious — Hap- piness— Quiet. BLANCHE FARMER ' ' Library ' ' Take it easy, have your fun, Let the old world flicker on. Frankness — Chewing Gum — Dancing — Pianks. WILLIAM GODWIN 3ryan • volit • . not considered in his iculum. curriculum. Square dances — Candy — Steady — Quiet. GEORGIA MAE HALL Few things are impossible to dili- gence and skill. Studious — Alert — Capable — Friendly. LOUISE JERNIGAN Baby Rhythm is her motto, and being popular is her life ' s desire. Dunn — Candy — Dancing — Radio. Twelve

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PROPHECY OF THE SENIOR CLASS One, two. three, four, five, six, seven — chimed my Chinese clock on the mantle. I arose and went to the north window. It had been raining, but now a fierce wind, which made me feel a little scared, blew against the oak trees by the gate. The postman, whistling, attracted my attention. He handed me a letter. I looked at it and saw- that it had the address of Benson High School in the corner. I sank into a rocker to read my letter. How it did bring back old memories! Twenty years ago I had been graduated and had left Benson; now my hair was getting gray after years of untiring efforts to bring the members of that graduating class in closer contact. No, I had not forgotten any of them. As I pondered over the mystery of this letter, there came to my mind what we had talked about during our senior year in school. We wanted to meet again some day for a reunion garden party. This was the contents of the letter. Now I fe ' .t an urge to live in the past again. Throwing a wrap around my shoulders, I walked into the evening air outside. How refreshing it was (o my hot cheeks! I was glad to be out even if it had just rained; ' , everything was so delightful and clean. Gee! the way was lonely. However. I went on until I saw a gate to a garden. I touched it and found it swinging, and then I walked in. To my surprise I was locked on the inside. ' ' What is this? Is it death? I looked around and thought I saw the likeness of a woman. She seemed to reach forth her hand and touch my brow. I felt myse ' .f trying to slip away as I thought I heard some one say, The gate will be- opened for you to get out at midnight. In the meantime, seek knowledge and I shall help you. Don ' t be afraid! Your classmates dream of you and youth too! Smiling and walking, I found myself gazing into a magic-like mirror. Sitting down on a bench, I was soon lost in the beauty of the mirror. Wait! New forms take shape. They are an altar and a preacher, and standing there are Bessie Adams and William Godwin. Gee! Is it possible Bessie waited twenty years? Another face appears. I see a beautiful hospital, and whom do you suppose I am looking at now . ' It is our own Lina Pearl Johnson of high school days. She is living quietly as the superintendent of .Johns Hopkins Hospital in Baltimore. Another of our classmates, Georgia Mae Hall, comes in. She majored in Mental Nursing and is one of the best that has ever entered Johns Hopkins Hospital. Soon I find myse ' f gazing at a beautiful swimming pool. There stands a youthful looking woman, yes, a classmate, Mary Smith, now Mrs. Broughton. After watching her and her children swim so expertly, I say to myself, No wonder you have- been so successful in raising little ducks. Rubbing my eyes, I see a sign Flour for Sale — See Max Bray in front of a cute little home. There stands Louise McLamb calling me. I ask, Where is Max? She leads me to a dark room and says, He has the measles and can ' t stand the light. Now I find myself on the outside of a magnificent lobby. A porter hands me a program which reads, Blanche Farmer, greatest tap dancer of the age — chief attraction of the evening, I am so surprised I collapse in a chair. Next, I see a woman dressed as an air stewardess, Lena Gray Boyette. I cry, Lena Grey, where is Clarence Edwin? She says, Gone but not forgotten. Then she asks if 1 have not heard from him. She says, Why he ' s a head specialist in Brooklyn, New York, has been married twelve years, and has two sets of twins. I watch for the next view and recognize Laura Leigh Johnson and Kirk. She is saying. I ' ll de- clare I ' ll go crazy if you don ' t quit running around and begin helping me more with the children. Then I see Howard Holmes, who has a wife and eight children and is doing wonderful work as a civil engineer. Also, I hear the voice of Trubie Weeks, who has taken Miss Brake ' s place in dear old Benson High School and is teaching there. All her pupils love her as a math teacher. Coming back and sitting on the bench near the mirror. I see: Sherwood Creech with the largest dairy farm in North Carolina and barns holding more than a thousand cows; Louise Jernigan, operating a beauty shop in Richmond, Virginia, and still as pretty as ever; old faithful, Herbert ' Wall, editor of the world ' s largest selling paper. The News and Observer. His reading in school really got him some- where! It grows dark around the mirror, and whom should I see but David Denning, mayor of our own town, Benson. He tells me that Dennis Stevens is one of the best preachers in the state. I almost pass out! Regaining my consciousness, I look and find that Verna Mae Gibbs is president of The Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Dumb Animals in Oxford. Of all things! I see Magdalene Coats, who is a famous torch singer at the largest theater in New York. And there is Dorothy Creech, who won the skating championship and with it a huge sum of money so that she will never have to work any more. Although my vision grows dim, I see Mrs. Lucas, formerly Julia Ruth Massengi ' l, standing in a grocery store, surrounded by several of her children. I look around and here is Raeford Dixon, President of the Federal Reserve Bank in Richmond, Virginia. Who says he didn ' t have ambition? To my surprise I find myself staring at W. T. Grimes, head of the State Department of Agriculture, Raleigh, North Ca rolina. Eight, nine. ten. eleven, twelve — they were the chimes of my Chinese clock cal ' ing me back from my trance to rea lity. I had had a most wonderful experience. Were all the things I had seen and heard about the members of the dear old Class of ' 38 really true? By Mildred Ennis. Fourteen