Biscoe High School - Yearbook (Biscoe, NC)

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you, for the last time as a class to our com- mencement exercises. You have always been ready to help when we were confronted with a problem, advised when we were uncertainwhich path to take, been patient when we stumbl- ed along, not doing our bests. You were quicker to compliment than to criticize and have written your love and understanding indelibly in the hearts of those of us who sat at your feet to learn. You took us as children, gave of yourselves, your exper- ience, your philosophy, taught us to think, and now that this period of training is over, we emerge from the guidance of your hand and eye young pilgrims with shrines to seek and fascinating new roads to follow. You have met us in the halls of Biscoe High School with an ever-ready smile or a hand to pull us onward when we were prone to go backward. You have been with us through all our high school days, and we want to thank you now for your encour- agement each day, and extend you a most hearty welcome to our last high school program. Friends of the school and friends of us as seniors, we are especially happy to have you present. You were our foundation, those upon whom we depended to attend our recitals, concerts, and plays. It was your faithfulness that inspired us to work harder and make them even better than ever because we knew you would be counting on us. Now you are welcome to our last exercises. Classmates, we have shared many ex- periences in the past twelve years. We have walked the same halls, had the same the same teachers, dreamed the same dreams, worked and played together. Now, we share this last event together. Though our paths may lead us far apart after to- night, our lives will forever remain in- extricably bound together by those ties of love and memory which will always be ours. Let us make the most of this hour, this last hour with its sadness and its joy and its beauty. To it, we welcome you all right royally. Class Poem Now we've come to the end of our twelfth school year, And reminisce of days that used to beg We see work well done, friends well won, And memories we cherish so dear. Have we thought what the end of this school year means? It concerns all involved, you see. Failures are expected, nevertheless Others take advantage of their opportunities. As we stand on the threshold of a new phase of life, We need courage and wisdom to battle the strife. We will not forget the days gone by, But ever to look to the future so shining and bright, That we might take our stand, Choosing that which is right. Our dreams of the future are yet to come true, We are thankful to parents and teachers Who have helped us through. ln days to come We shall meet old friends who have followed us and taken their course anew. With sad, but hopeful hearts, we dedicate our best to the future And bid you all adieu. Doris Greene

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Greetings! fSalutatory - Martha Buiej Had it been possible to hand each one of you a gorgeous rose as you entered this room this evening as token of our plea- sue in welcoming you here, the room would have been bright and fragrant with the eloquence of the flowers. Our welcome, although unseen, we trust, can still be felt, for it is just as real, and our appreciation of your interest for us more lasting than blooms which wither after a few short hours. We, of the Class of 1950, have long an- ticipated this occasion, as you may well be- live. It marks an important milestone in our lives - one of the nearer destinations which we hope will bring us some day to the Ultimate Goal of our dreams. Indeed it marks the first outstanding milestone that we, as young people, have experienc- ed. It is fitting that youth should dream dreams, for all great achievements must exist first as mental images. Even as our graduation from high school was once a dream and now a reality, we shall perhaps dream larger dreams and exper- ience occasions in our lives even greater than this one which we are experiencing tonight. We have bidden you here tonight that you may hearten us as we set forth upon the voyage into the great unknown. We have no assurance of where the years to follow may lead us, but we feel that you will always follow us with your hopes and prayers, even as you have done so faith- fully in the past. From now on we must carve our own hand-holds as we climb the mountainside. And we shall be helped im- measurably by what we have learned here, by the examples we have seen about us, and the courage which has been taught us. It is not what we are that makes life worth living, but what we shall be . . . It is the eternal realities we wait for that give their true and only worth to the shift- ing, fitful dream of time . We are ready to listen to those who are older and wiser, and yet you will not blame us, I am sure, if we, too, hope to contribute something of our very own to the world's welfare and happiness - something which might never have come into existence had we not lived and dreamed and worked. So we ask that you be patient with our ear- nest immaturity, and that you may wish us Godspeed, and wave with cheerful expect- ancy as we pass on. To you, dear parents, with whom we share the closest bonds, we would welcome you tonight to our graduation with earnest sincerity. For without your presence at this occasion there would be an empty space which no other persons could fill. Your love and care has endured over a period of years, you have always been tol- erant of our shortcomings. You share our pride in all the things which we have ac- complished, because it was your patience, your eyes that followed us unwaveringly, reflecting with pride even the smallest measure of progress we made. Personal sacrifice beyond the call of duty sits here tonight represented in the persons of the mothers and fathers who knew us first, for- gave us most, and love us more than we can ever deserve. Again, I bid you wel- come, knowing that your love will always be with us through life. Whatever of glory there may be in this event, the parents, the motivating power behind each student, stand credited with a great deal. To you, the faculty, who are always pre- sent at our chapel programs, picnics, con- tests, banquets, and without whom we would feel our efforts wasted, we welcome

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Class History Why is it that we are always reliving some past experience? It seems that every- body is guilty of dreaming of some cherish- ed memories. So it is with life-we are all dreamers and life itself glides along, new things are coming and going and each year a marked change is obivious. When we look back to our first day of school it doesn't seem possible that it could be twelve years ago. Our only ambition then was to learn to read, write and count. It probably never entered our minds that we would someday be graduating from Biscoe High School. Yes, there were nine of us present at that time. We must have been something on the order of barbarians. As well as I can remember, the majority of us had our noses stuck to the wall most of the time. Miss White was determined to teach us some manners if it did take half of the year. Blanche Goodman, Blanche Chriscoe, Vernon Myrick, Dickie Poole, Martha Buie, Estelle Dyson, Doris Greene, Barbara Maness, and I gladly welcomed Bernice Coggin to our group when we slipped across the hall to the second grade. Our journey to the third grade was filled with anxiety and we must admit-fear. Miss Alexander and her 12-inch ruler had built up a formidable reputation. From all of the information we had gathered, those multiplication tables had been loaded with rhythm and spice. Howard Britt joined our caravan this year. Howard stayed little and short for a long time, but he has shown us that he's determined to catch up with Ver- non Myrick. Our stay in the fourth grade passed fast. Miss Griffin was a wonderful teacher. We studied geography for the first time. We took several trips to the ball park, thinking that it was the desert. This year Carol Mc- Alister and Marshall Maness joined our lucky caravan. The headlights of the fifth grade are fractions vs. United States history. This was something entirely new to us. Blanche Chriscoe liked to have never learned the difference between numerators and de- nominators. I bet you could never imagine Barbara Maness being stumped! Well, you should have seen her working those long division problems., Barbara says they come in pretty handy with this stuff called gen- eral science. The sixth, seventh, and eight years pass- ed swiftly, Paul Maness, Billy Saunders, and Virginia Davis joined our circus par- ade during this time. As the years rolled by we kept finding undiscovered talent. Doris Greene and her solo voice were be- coming a favorite with the Biscoe fans. We were very proud of Doris .and believe it or not we still love to hear her sing! At last the day came! We were full-fledg- ed freshmen. We had a little pride in our backs but it didn't stay there long! Why it nearly scared us to death to have to speak to the seniors. They seemed to be so in- telligent and wise. Mr. Matthews never could understand how our dumb crew managed to get to the ninth grade. He said there sure would have been some culling done if he had been be- hand the bat! Our freshman year was a joyous one, but as usual, we were eagerly waiting to be sophomores. Mr. Matthews was our home room teacher. Mr. Lamm was fresh off the press with his cracker jack biology classes, and Mnrs. Connor, Mrs. McDuffie, and Mrs. Kissell held high the torch for English, French, history, social sciences, and com- merical subjects. Our junior year is filled with pleasant memories. The things that we had longed for were revealing themselves to us. Under the direction of Mrs. Armstrong we had one of the best Glee Clubs anywhere a- round. Aout sixty mixed voices rangout through the halls. The junior-senior banquet was indeed a highlight of the year. We invited the seniors of '49 to be our guests in the vag- rant gypsy life. This evening was a treat to all of us. With Mrs. Kissell's fine leadership and patience we presented A Ready-Made - , ---.-..:,.