Boyden High School - Echo Yearbook (Salisbury, NC)

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J£cl jL UJilL and JsudamsnL We, the Senior Class of Boyden High School, calling ourselves the forty-niners, fully realizing the fact that we are now possessed with an abundance of knowledge, wisdom, grace, beauty, and general excellence far surpassing that of any of our predecessors and leaving our traits, honors and dignity to you underclassmen, hoping that each of you will make the most out of your high school career, do make this—Our Last Will and Testament— WE LEAVE: 1. Our gratitude to the citizens of Salisbury who have always been faithful in supporting our school in every way possible. 2. Our deepest thoughts and love to our parents who have made our high school career a successful one. 3. Our sincere appreciation to Mr. J. H. Knox, our superintendent: Mr. J. H. Nettles, our principal; and all our teachers who have with understanding guided us in the right path. 4. Our hearty thanks to our sympathetic adviser, Mrs. Minnie Gaston, for her guidance during the year. Individuals among us bequeath the following 1. Ben McCubbins. his executive ability to the next president, whoever he or she may be, and the best of luck for a successful school year. 2. Shirley Peeler, her all-round charm and beauty to Mary Coleman. 3. That handsome pair, Robert Canup and Barbara Mowery, their good looks to Jerry Barger and Shirley Moose. 4. Johnnie Farmer, the 1000 jokes he thinks he has, to Carol Hadley with best wishes. 5. Nancy Jo Miller and Frank Kimbrough, their beautiful technique in twirling a baton and leading a fine band to Claudette Shaw. 6. “Shoe Fly” Dwight Shoe and ' Bullet” Bob Gardner, their skills in football to Don Godwin and Jerry Kincaid. 7. Those nine cheerleaders—Ann Boyd, Molly Griggs, Anne Harter, Jackie Hollis, Carolyn Miller, Barbara Mowery, Shirley Peeler, Eleanor Shumaker, and Barbara Yancey, their sore throats and cold feet from the football games to any eight people who can do as wonderful a job of supporting our team as they have done during the past year. 8. Jackie Hollis and Jo Ann Moose, their four feet, which can make a rug smoke and actually burn up, to Frankie Andrews and Sue Hughes. 9. Bill Kesler and Frances Thompson, who solved Einstein’s Theory, their ability to solve physics problems to Jimmy McCutchan and Annette Levenson. 10. Frank Frye, an unforgettable acquaintance with Poss Kesler, including an argument over “Which was it, 35 or 65?” to Tommy Kirk. Warning! Slow down! 11. The Rhythm King Boys—Vincent Woodford, Earle Haynes, E. J. Beck, their ability to play sweet dance music to Jack Smith, Jimmy Bibb, and the rest of the band. Here’s to a good dance band in the future!! 12. The school store boys, Haynes and Farmer, that ability to take a small sum of money and triple it during the year to any two who can love each other and work together as they have during the past nine months. 13. Joe Durham and Margaret Heck, their musical ability to Ronnie Beaver and Peggy Mofifit. 14. The cute looks of Ann Boyd and Bobby Chandgie, to none other than Jerry Rufty and Pat Cress. 15. A. J. Shuping’s and Anne Shoaf’s ability to make and keep friends, to Rosalie Kizziah and Paul Kiger. 16. Johnny Nettles, his ability to snap good pictures to John Knox Patterson who has already proved his talent in doing this type of work. 17. Barbara Yancey, Frances Nicol, Paul Cheney and other members of the Journalism Staff, their journalistic ability to Rebecca Yost and Lloyd Ennis. 18. Barbara Seagle and Frances Nicol, those great stage and screen stars, their dramatic ability to Elaine Elium and Bill Green. Last, but by far not the least, we leave our underclassmen these few words of advice: To the Freshmen: You have three years left in this great institution of learning. Work hard and you have every possible chance of being a success in life. To the Sophomores: You should now fully realize what a wonderful, wonderful place Boyden is. It offers you everything you need in the way of an education. You can make Boyden an even better place if you love her and set your goal as high as that of the Class of ’49! To the Juniors: We leave to you, our immediate successors, all of the high ideals and noble achievements claimed by us, the Seniors of ’49, with the hope that you will carry through to completion our main objective, a new athletic stadium, which was begun during our Senior year. Now as the time draws near for our departure we, the Class of ’49, being of sound mind, strong body, and fully aware that four years have prepared us for the future, do affix our signature to this, Our Last Will and Testament. EARLE HAYNES Lawyer Witness: JOHNNIE FARMER

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SiaiudicA Having been delegated to record the vital statistics of the greatest Senior Class ever to gradual from Bovden High School. I. Carolyn Miller, equipped with statistic sheets ana adding machine, set forth to present these facts, never to be forgotten or overlooked. After working my finger to the bone, I finally came to the following conclusions: The height attained by the average girl is 5 ' 4 ; she weighs 121 pounds, has blue eyes and brown hair. The average male is 5’8 tall, weighs 156 pounds, has brown eyes and brown hair. By these simple figures you can see we are normal, that is, physically. The average girl was born in May, making her just 18, while the average boy will be 19 in August. Lutherans are prevalent among the girls, whereas you ' ll find most of the boys at the Methodist Church on Sunday. The Class of ' 49 has proved to be quite scholarly, although at times I know any trace of knowledge has been hard to detect. Here we owe Jack Safiey and Bill Shaw a hand of thanks for keeping it so well hidden. French and sociology proved to be the girls’ favored subjects: the boys prefer gym and math: that is, except Grady, who insists that Jo Ann is his favorite subject. Miss Jones and Mr. Ferebee reign as queen and king of the faculty. Music seems to rank high in the minds of practically every senior. 90% of the class say they can dance. This, I ' d say, is quite a record, but very few of them can jitterbug. After seeing Jackie storm up and down the halls, maybe it’s a good thing. You can never tell how it might have affected you. The favorite songs were found to be “As You Desire Me” and “On a Slow Boat to China.” Bill Buck Hobson says he prefers “Jazz at the Philharmonic.” I know what he means. The girls chose Margaret Whiting and Vaughn Monroe as their favorite crooners, while the boys prefer Jo Stafford and Bing Crosby. Eleanor Weber and Earle Haynes were voted the favorite vocalists of many of the seniors. Harry James seems to be the favorite band of the girls; Spike Jones took top honors with the boys. Perhaps this accounts for some of the unromantic males in the class. But turning to the romantic side of life, I discovered that Cupid has already flown into Boyden. Over 50% of the girls are in love and are going steady, but far less than 50% of the boys are either in love or are going steady. What I want to know is: How you girls account for the difference in numbers here? Delving deeper into the situation, I found that dating is the best-loved pastime of the girls. The boys say they ' d much rather shoot pool. Trying to secure a reasonable explana¬ tion for this situation, I found that, according to the boys, shooting pool is much cheaper and when shooting pool you at least have a chance to win. With women, you never do! Going to the show also ranks high as a pastime. The girls say they like June Allyson and Cornel Wilde best: the boys like to watch Robert Mitchum perform and just like to watch Esther Williams, period. Paul Cheney says this is all okay by him, but that he just isn’t going to the show unless Bugs Bunny is on. Oh yes, Johnnie Farmer claims his favorite pastime is foolin’ around with Haynes and vice versa. My! love must be wonderful! Our school spirit definitely showed up when football was voted the favorite sport from the viewpoint of both participant and spectator. But still, with all this evidence, Bob Chandgie maintains that pick-up sticks is far more exciting. If you can find a senior at home, he’d probably be by the radio engrossed in either “Lux Theatre” or “Sam Spade.” Of course there are some exceptions, as you’d more than likely find Ethel Cobb listening to “My Friend Irma,” Bill Hardister listening to “It Pays To Be Ignorant, and Arthur Patterson listening to “Roy Rogers.” Oh, we do like variety! Riding around in the favorite car, nothing less than a Buick, accounts for much of our lost time; that is the favorite car of everyone except K. Kizziah, who says he’ll take his ’34 Packard anyday. Eating, believe it or not, seems to be enjoyed by every member of the class. The girls like fried chicken best, but the boys voted for steak and French fries almost unanimously. Harry Blount and Robert Canup were among the exceptions who insist that spaghetti will make much more noise. “Drop dead” was acclaimed the most popular expression in the class. It comes in many variations, but the best one I ' ve heard yet is “drop dead and push up daisies,” which is so vividly expressed by Pat Lomax from one end of the hall to the other. No one knows where she picked it up and no one seems to have the nerve to ask. Others favored are Hiya, babe” and “You know it, too.” The pet peeve of the class is definitely conceited people; silly girls and girls who smoke take second honors according to the boys. Jimmy Horah says he’s just peeved all the time. The main ambition of the class is to get married. A large portion of the members say they would really like to see the stadium finished. Here, I think Ben McCubbins stuffed the ballot box. Only about 50% of this sensational class plan to further their education in college; Barbara Yancey intends to further hers by getting married, but regardless of how their steps may turn, I am sure that every member of this class will achieve success in life. May the statistics of the Class of 1949 stand as those of the best class ever to attend Boyden High School. It is with just pride and admiration that I affix my signature to this document. CAROLYN MILLER Statistician

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(pAOph SJj, Here it is 1959 and as the big super jet plane pulls in for the landing, the two beautiful hostesses, Pat Lomax and Anne Harter, who made my trip so pleasant, notify me that I ' m back in the grand ole town of Salisbury. Going up to commend the pilots on smooth flying, I find to my amazement, Dwight Shoe and his co-pilot. Jack Misenheimer. They say it is easy to fly the D. L. -49, designed by the Haithcock Guthrie Drafting Company. I ask why it is called the D. L. -49; they say that it was named after Don Leonard, the famous test pilot, and that 49 was for our great class. As I walk from the plane, I see several transport planes and painted on their sides I notice: Shaw’s Transfer. Coast to Coast.’’ I hail a cab and hop in: there under the wheel is Richard Seagle. Richard quickly explains that he owns the cab company and is just riding around for fun. I comment on the nice cab he has: he tells me that it is the new Keply-Mobile; that the engine, invented by George Chambers and Charlie Creason, is called the hydra-flu-over-matic-dyna-super-ramic. It will do two hundred miles an hour and get forty miles to a gallon of kerosene. As we pull into town. I can’t help noticing the “Tillie Ford Motor Company” owned by Grace Woodson. Richard tells me that the managers here are Norman Ingold and Floyd Holt. Bob Chandgie is in charge of the super-service station attached to this huge business. Tillie’s business is sparked by women salesmen as a drawing card. The girls who sell innocent men these cars are Barbara Seagle, Virginia Pepper, Eugenia Jones, and Maretta Eagle. Bob Gardner, now a professor at Catawba College, once walked in with his mind set on nothing but a new Ford convertible and these girls sent him away driving a “T” model Ford. What salesmen! Going down Main Street, I see familiar names and faces. I see Fry and Shuping ' s Super Market” doing a booming business, with Anne Shoaf managing their business. The Big Star and A P are going bankrupt. Ah, here’s Belk-Harry’s with Bob Lee out front rubbing his hands together and drumming up business. He really came out to make sure his assistant manager, Bill Ervin, washes the windows well. I tell Richard I’ll see him tonight and walk over to Bob. We shake hands and he tries to sell me the store. I convince him that even sales ladies like Zannie Brower, Frances Nesbit, and Mary Alton Huneycutt can’t sell me anything; then we talk awhile. Bob also shows me a few offices of our classmates who are making good. The first one is Levenson’s Language Bureau. Bernice teaches seventeen different languages very well, but sometimes she starts talking in all seventeen at once and no one can understand her. He also points out Bill Peeler ' s Sporting Goods Store,” which is having a sale on ladies’ golf shoes, to stomp hus¬ bands with. Hmmmmmmmm here comes Julia Gill, the Gill popcorn, crackerjack, peanut and cheesecracker millionaire. She has bought one of Bill’s bargains. Oh, there’s Sergeant Raymond Ritchie of the Salisbury Police Force, grabbing Harry Spry, who is dressed only in his long undies. Let’s listen in. Harry is saying he walked in that Pawn Shop across the street to sell an item and thinks he’s lucky to have gotten out with his underwear. We look across the street at a large sign over Ihe entrance; it reads: Harry Blount’s Hock Shop. We Also Sell Lemeco Paint.” That Blount must drive a hard bargain. Through the window I see Barbara Mowery, his attractive secretary. Moseying on down the street I see two attractive signs. The first reads, Tate’s Beer Distributors—We Have Beer In Every E ' orm—In Cans, In Bottles, In Kegs, In Cases, On Tap, and On Our Breath. Buy It Here. The second sign I’m looking at is even more amusing. Bobby Lewis seems to own this large furni¬ ture house but instead of it being called L S like his father’s, it has just the letter L. His sign reads, If You Want Good Furniture, Go To L.” Incidentally, inside the store I see some high class salesmen, Eugene Dilliard and Kenneth Foster, also secretaries, Beulah Honeycutt and Peggy Peeler. Bam! Just as I walk off, some woman driver rams into another car. Lonnie Propst of the local police runs over to investigate the accident; here comes Flash Bulb Netttles” of the Salisbury Post jitterbugging down the street, taking pictures from every angle. I rush over to the accident to find driving, none other than the D. A. R. good citizen, Carolyn Miller. Lonnie gives her a ticket and I say hello to her. She parks the car and we walk down to the Court House. Then as only she could do it, she talks Judge “Bubby Powers into tearing up the ticket. As we walk up the street, she tells me that she and Frances Nicol are gym directors at Boyden. Some others who have come back to Boyden are Nancy Moose. Music, Bill Hardister, Coach; Don Brock, Shop; Mary Ann Sturkey, Head of the English Department; Eugenia Jones, Commercial Subjects; and Rosemary Adkins, Secretary. Finding ourselves in front of Frances Moore ' s Drug Store,” we drop in and find it is running over with forty-niners. Among the familiar faces are Arthur Smith ' s and Hayden Holshouser’s of the North Carolina Finishing Company, largest of its kind in the world. Barbara Yancey, assistant manager of the Hunt Dry Cleaners, Inc., comes over to chat awhile. Barbara tells me that Gertrue Allen, Jean Allgood, Arline Butler, and Betty Eidson run a business school for young men and are very successful. They are teaching those guys a lot. In one booth I see Betty File, Helen Peeler, Mary Gheen, and Ruth Dunham, all of whom are beauti¬ cians. They nave closed up their shop today to celebrate homecoming. I’m informed that Agnes Nassar who is donating some of her finest wines for the dance owns a large fruit and wine market. Here come Nancy Jo Miller and Betty Booker .both Art Editors for that big magazine, “The Hee Haw!” After I have spoken to them, I excuse myself from all of these females. I long again to hear those cue sticks crack and get that smoke in my eyes. In other words, I’m going over to “Salley’s Heavenly Haven” (that is how the sign reads). Jack coaches football in the daytime and pool at night. I take a deep breath of fresh air and walk in. There’s ole Jack, puffing on a stubby cigar and racking the balls for General Charles Rimer of the U. S. Army and Eugene Cauble, now with the Southei ' n Bell Telephone Company. On the second table