Buies Creek High School - Legend Yearbook (Buies Creek, NC)

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Class Poem If If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tried by waiting, Or being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or being hated, don't give way to hating And yet don't look too good nor talk too wise: If you can dream and not make dreams your master; If you can think and not make thoughts your aim, If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster and treat those two impostors just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you've given your life to, broken, And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools: If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breathe a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And to hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: Hold on! If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with Kings--not lose the common touch, If neither foes nor lobing friends can hurt you, If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty second's worth of distance run, Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son! Class Motto Not failure, but low aim, is crime. --LOWELL Class Flower Rose

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Class VIRGINIA REID UPCHURCH LARRY CAUL UPCHURCH JULIA ANN WILBURN . OTIS BRAXTON WALLACE 11

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Last Will and Testament We the Senior Class of Buies Creek High School found in sound mind and body, do hereby leave as our last will and testament: Section I To Mr. Parker, our principal, a radio for his French II Class and our hope that he can trans- late the new French songs. To Mr. Carroll Leggett, our Senior Class Sponsor, his out to lunch phrase for all the new Seniors coming up. To Mr. Donald Leggett, our coach, our positions on the Basketball teams and our hope that he will be able to fill them with better players next year. To Mrs. Nelson, our thanks for returning for our Senior year. We hope that the shock wasn't too great. To Miss Neighbors, her Bookkeeping class and our hope that the blackboards can take as many beatings next year as they have gotten this year. To Miss Stevens, a fund to buy grapes for next Halloween. Section II To the Junior Class, our honorary positions as Seniors and our hope that they receive as much enjoyment from them as we have. To the Sophomore Class, our love for sports. To the Freshman Class, our mischievous ways and our awkward situations, in which we so often have found ourselves. Section III I, Vicky Gauldin, leave my ability to understand French to anyone who can take it. I, Joe Gregory, will my love for school to everyone. I, Jerry Reaves, leave my road map to Benson to all the Buies Creek girls. I, Janet Small, will my hamburger crumbs, empty cups, and seat in Pop's to Gail J. I, Linda Sue Butts, will my position as chief cheerleader my Senior year to my sister Brenda. I, Barry Howard, willmy three years worth of Biology notes to Bill Weaver, in hope that he will use them as well as I have. I, Joyce Newton, will my Ford Truck to anyone who thinks they are woman enough to drive it. I, Kay Dixon, leave my ability to stay ''single until I graduate to my sister Jean. I, Johnny Lewis, will my ability to stay on friendly terms with people from Angier to Eddie McLeod. I, Betty Sue Parker, leave my ability to go downtown during fourth period to anyone who thinks he can get away with it. I, Sherman Currin, will my ability to win the Sportsmanship award to Donald Johnson. I, Lynn Butts, will my hard head to Ralph Reardon. I, Larry Upchurch, leave my job as Editor of the annual to anyone who can stand the strain. I, Julia Wilburn, leave my ability to graduate to my sister Linda. I, Lloyd Chappell, leave my bus to Judy Stewart, provided she learns how to drive between now and next September. I, O. B. Wallace, leave my position as guard on the Basketball team to David Gardner. I, Alice Turlington, leave my ability to talk constantly through every class to Esther Savage. I, Ginny Upchurch, will my bottle of Marchands to anyone who wants to find out that blondes do have more fun. I, Ann Arrington, leave my short skirts and tanned legs to Becky Hill and hope that she gets as much attention as I have. Ann Arrington Testatrix