Biscoe High School - Yearbook (Biscoe, NC)

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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 - , ---.-..:,.

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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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Staff Editor . .... . ,.,........ C arol lVLcAlister Asst. Editor .. .,,,,,..., Martha Buie Art Editor E . ........, Doris Greene Business Mgr. ..........,E...... Blanche Chriscoe Production Mgr. ,....o Mary Anne Mckinnon Advertising ....,. . ........,.,.r....v....,,., Seniors Typists . wE......,. .... ..,...,........... S e niors Faculty Advisors . .....r. .. . .. Mrs. McDuffie Mrs. Connor - Mrs. Lamn Farewell! fValedictory - Carol McAlisterj We who come before you tonight at the meeting between a happy past and un- known future have reached not the end, but the commencement of our lives. What our lives are to be depends greatly upon the foundation that we have been building for the past twelve years. All these years of our student life We have been on the receiving hand. Life has been showering upon us its best gifts. It is true that we have justly earned a certain portion of all that we have obtained, yet we owe much. The fact that we are debtors does not mean that we must repay in dol- lars and cents, but in service, faithfulness to duty, in the uplift of our neighbor - yes, perhaps in unavailing pain, heartaches, and tears. First, and above all, we are indebted to our God - the very foundation and begin- ning of our being. The memories of the past make us desire to express our deepest appreciation to everyone who has had a hand in our educa- tion. Dear parents, we cannot pass this first milestone of our lives without expressing our thanks to you from the bottom of our hearts, for the opportunity of beginning this journey and so continuing it. To you, who in understanding love, have provided the way and necessities, removed barriers, and prevented disasters during these twe- lve years of our journey. Members of the faculty, upon our depar- ture we begin to value more definitely the place you have held in our lives. We are grateful for your endurance, concern, sym- pathy, and imparted knowledge. In the future as we meet problems our minds shall turn again to those times when you helped us in our decisions. Dear teachers, you must all know how much we appreci- ate you, and how much we mean by the only words we can find to say - Thank you, and God bless you. Undergraduates, we are leaving you in the best and most capable hands we know. Yet, we feel that we must not leave our places in the classroom and the school ac- tivities to your full and free enjoyment, without reminding you of that old proverb: Sow a thought - reap an action Sow an action - reap a habit Sow a habit - reap a character Sow a character - reap a destiny . How necessary for you then to sow with greatest care from the beginning, even as we have tried to do before you, and to think only those true and pure thoughts that eventually develop into the strong and noble life you wish to build for truly, God is not mocked, whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap . As stu- dents during these years of school life, we have already experienced the working of the great eternal God. We have earned our reward and suffered our punishments. For every wasted hour, unfinished task, and idle moment, we have paid in the time of examination. We wish it were possible for you who come after us to profit by our ex- periences.