Bethel High School - Key Yearbook (Bethel, NC)

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CLASS PROPHECY (Continued) I see a lot of different colored lights. It is Broadway and the Neon lights are very bright. I can see many names of people I know. Patsy Rogerson and Valeria Manning arc professional dancers in a night club. Myrtle Man¬ ning is the leader of an all-girl orchestra and the singer is none other than Anne Whitehurst, only now they call her Gloria White”. I am becoming so enthused and overjoyed I can hardly believe my eyes, but I keep seeing many things. ’Tis a ship ahead in a beautiful ocean. I mean it is beautiful and who could those people aboard be? Ah—there’s Edsel Briley, a noted writer, sitting on deck, and there is the captain who is none other than W. Z. Worsley with a pipe in his mouth—as u sual. Who is that pretty auburn- headed girl he’s talking to? It is Edna Ruth James and I understand she’s the ship’s dietitian. I remember how well she cooked when we were in High School together. In this vision I see Betty Lou McLawhon and Frances Rogerson put¬ ting out a big washing and they are talking over the back fence to Celia Allsbrook about Lois Mizelle who is now the wife of a prominent owner of a dry cleaning firm. Now I see many desks and chairs. Taking dictation from their bosses are Dorothy Keel, Frances Lewis, Betty Jean Wilson and Pauline Weathersby who, I might add, look mighty cute in their bosses’ luxuriously equipped offices. Wait! I see a spot trembling as if it were going to fall. Now I can see and understand why it is shaking. Lorena Bailey, the wife of a movie producer and one of his best stars, Merle Manning, are arguing with Doris Leggett, who has just been elected Miss America” of 1959. The vision is growing dim and there are two figures I can hardly make out. Why it is William Earl House, who is a big game football coach now, talking to Jacqueline White, the secretary for a sports writer of the New York Tribune. How dim it’s growing all the while! Before I knew it the fairy had disappeared and when I awoke I dis¬ covered it was only a dream, but I’m about convinced it is true. Won’t I have some interesting information to relate to my fellow classmates the next time I see them! I wonder if they will believe it or if they will only laugh it over. Let’s wait and see. MYRTLE MANNING Prophetess

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CLASS PROPHECY One windy night in March I felt so sleepy I couldn’t resist going to bed any longer. Not long after I had gone to sleep I was visited by a little fairy who showed me many visions. We saw so many figures we were rather puzzled for a while. With a lot of concentration we could distinguish one from the other a little at the time. We were surprised to see such familiar faces: faces we had seen before. Yes, they are familiar faces; faces of my former classmates. The first vision she showed me was that of two people who were hold¬ ing books and pencils. Ah, yes, ’tis Louise Beverly and Irene White. I see, they are teachers in Bethel High. How nice! That’s where I was in school with them. We graduated from there in May, 1949. The fairy kept showing me many visions and I was amused to see so many of my friends I hadn’t seen in ten years. Sh! Let me concentrate a little harder, little fairy.” I see two figures coming toward me. Both have their mouths opened as if they are singing or talking. Ah! It is Harold Dean Whitehurst and George Bowers. Let’s see! Oh! George is a radio announcer and it looks like Harold Dean, who is a great radio singer—possibly A1 Jolson the Second. Fine!! Honestly, little fairy, I am enjoying this. Show me more.” I see a red spot. It’s coming closer. Red! Red! Red! What can this be? Not that place!” No, it is only red hair on a head that seems to be bobbing constantly. It is a lawyer! That familiar person is Lawyer Earl Keel. Am I surprised!! I understand he plans to run for President on the Republican ticket. But wait! What’s this? I see it is Claude Butler, Dalton Rollins, and William Keel. I understand they are successful stockholders on Wall Street, listening daily to stock market returns. I see more figures and spots now. I see part of a business section of a town. Why, for goodness sakes! There is Sam Keel’s Beauty Salon, Willie Smith’s Bowling Alley, Nurse Jo Ann Crisp’s First Aid Center, and Mack Whitehurst as Veterinarian. At the end of the street I see a theatre. The proprietor is my old friend, little Maurice Rollins. Beside it I see a little hot-dog and hamburger shop. Who could be in the shop other than Thomas Whitehurst? What progress! I see he’s the cashier but when we were in High School together he used to cook hamburgers. How nice!

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LAST WILL and TESTAMENT State of North Carol ina County of Pitt Township of Bethel High Village of Bethel Know ye by these presents that we, the Class of 19-49 of Bethel High School of Bethel, North Carolina, do hereby make this our last will and testament. Article I Section 1. We, the Senior Class, do will and bequeath our Senior privileges and responsibilities to the rising Senior Class. Sec. 2. To our parents we leave our great appreciation for the oppor¬ tunities they gave to us these twelve years. Sec. 3. To our principal, Mr. Latham and his family, best wishes for the coming years and our thanks for doing so much for our school. Sec. 4. To the faculty, our appreciation for their never failing efforts to help us, and also leave them with more plastic minds than some of us showed. Sec. 5. To Mr. Bell, we also leave our gratitude for his service to us during these four years. Article II Sec. 1. We. the Senior Class, leave our gratitude in behalf of the good meals Mrs. Hardy and her helpers prepared. Sec. 2. We, the Senior Class, leave to the Sophomore Class our ability to learn. Sec. 3. We, the Senior Class, leave to the incoming Freshmen some of the radiant beams of our faces, so there may be some brightness in the school in the future. Article III Sec. 1. I, Mack Whitehurst, leave my height to Cecil Simmons. Sec. 2. I, Louise Beverly, leave my place on the basketball team to Daphne Bowers. Sec. 3. I, Myrtle Manning, leave my talent of piano to Helen Griffin. Sec. 4. I, Jo Ann Crisp, leave-Jitterbugging! Sec. 5. I, Edsel Briley, leave my curly, wavy hair to W. R. Bullock. Sec. 6. We, Harold Whitehurst and Maurice Rollins, leave our studious¬ ness to Hilton Tetterton. Sec. 7. We, Celia Jane Allsbrook, Frances Rogerson, and Betty Lou McLawhon, leave our ability to be good wives to Mary Ella Moore. Sec. 8. I, Lorena Bailey, leave my wisecracks to Ralph Ford and Roy Whitehurst. Sec. 9. We, George Bowers and Claude Butler, leave—clutching our diplomas. Sec. 10. We, Doris Leggett and Irene White, leave in hysterics. Sec. II. I, Anne Whitehurst, leave my glasses to Thelma Grant. Sec. 12. I, Chicken” House, leave my place on the basketball team to Leroy White. Sec. 13. I, Patsy Rogerson, leave my sparkling personality to Louise Butler. Sec. 14. I, Bill Smith, just leave. Sec. 15. We, Dorothy Keel and Pauline Weathersby, leave quietly. SEC. 16. I, Jacqueline White, leave my working-girl’s ahility to Peggy Batchelor. Sec. 17. I, Edna Ruth James, leave my (auburn) hair to Elsie White¬ hurst.