China Grove High School - Parrot Yearbook (China Grove, NC)

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I went down to the big show and saw a sign, “Come In And See Beauty Revue of 19.3.3. Well, I went in. The curtain came up and out walked Jane Pirie, Rogers Cooper, Bessie Pearle Canup, and Frances Cress. 1 was surprised to see them. The show was good and I congratulated them afterwards. I came out and saw James Baker as chief of police patrolling the grounds. Under him were other officers, John Beaver, Marvin Barnhardt, Harry Corriher, and Otlio Shue. You may he sure that there were no unlawful transactions going on while they were there. I grew tired of the circus; so I started up town. In the heart of town I saw a Rolls Royce roadster in a display window. It was the first one I had ever seen: I went in to look it over. Who should walk up to me but James Correll, manager of the sales department. James said, “Meet the firm’s president, Ralph Nesbit.” I accompanied them to the offices of the company where I saw Natalie Eller and Grace Mull as stenographers. An assistant, Joseph Harrison, had two stenographers, Arnie Propst and Ruth Evers. I went over to a candy house where three prosperous young girls, Cannie Belle Sloop, Georgie Lackey, and Lucille Morgan were clerks. While I was standing there munching samples, in walked Edward Turrentine and Paul Ritchie. I talked to them a little while and received some valuable information. This firm’s busi¬ ness was so large that they had to have two truck drivers to deliver the candy to their customers. Edward said, “Come out and look at our trucks; the boss just bought us two new ones.” I went out and saw two little Austin trucks. After all, their business was not so large. I asked Paul and Edward if they were making good. They said, “Well, we’re making a living.” “That’s fine; yes, that’s just fine, boys,” I said. I left them and saw an Austin sales department. I went in to look over the midget cars and I ran right into Lee Sechler. He was the “big shot” who owned controlling stock in this firm; consequently no one could fire him and he was auto¬ matically made president. 1 asked him where his stenographers were; he said that he didn’t need any. As I talked to him about the weather a while, a man came in to buy an Austin. I left so that I would not be a nuisance to Lee and he could make a perfect sale. I went on down the street and saw a whole crowd of people around a truck which had vegetables and all kinds of fresh country produce. I looked on the truck and saw Homer Morgan, a prosperous truck farmer. I did not get a chance to talk to him because he was busy. All in a jiffy, I found myself in Hollywood. Imagine me in Hollywood! I strolled down to a movie studio and heard a jabbering stuttering man. I peeked in and there was Harold Coggins in a new role, “S-s-s-stuttering M illie. I didn’t talk to him because they do not have visitors while making pictures. I went down to the bus station, bought a ticket to China Grove. As I got on the bus, I saw Myron Cauble as driver. I woke up. There were four doctors and nine nurses over me. I looked over and there was Jim, unconscious, in another bed. I just went back to sleep. —Horace Owens. Txcenty-one

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CLASS PROPHECY NE bright spring morning as I was walking to college, Jim Price rolled up in his bright, green, shiny Plymouth and said, “Let’s ride up the road and smoke before class time.” “Suits me,” I said. We drove up the road a little way. As Jim struck a match to light his cigarette, he touched his nose by mistake. We both became excited and the car hit the ditch. I became unconscious; immediately I began to see the old class of ’33, busy with efforts to succeed in their respective vocations. I went to visit the Westminster Choir School, and to my surprise I heard two familiar voices. As I walked in the direction of these two beautiful voices, I saw Bruce Sloop and Leonard Gillon. 1 spoke; they both came over and said, “Well, I’ll be a long-tailed woodrat. Shake the old paw.” Leonard told me that he had won first prize in the national contest, defeating Lawrence Tibbett. Bruce said that he was there for a special concert, that his profession was broadcasting over the NBC network. After bidding the boys goodbye, I left the school and strolled down to the navy station. I saw Lincoln Adams in full dress, starting out on shore leave. I chatted with him a while and he told me that he would soon be made an officer; I congratu¬ lated him. As we walked down the street, we came to a beauty shop. Adams said, “Let’s go in and get a manicure.” We went in and to my surprise there were Pauline McN eelv, Voncile Bostian, and Doris Ketchie as owners. After leaving, Adams and I strolled around a while; soon he said he had to report for duty. I bade him goodbye and took leave. I stopped at a cafe to get lunch and saw a sign, “Ball Game Today at Wrigley Field. Admission $2.50.” I decided to go to the game for a little rest. At one o’clock I went to the ball park; at two o’clock the game started. I thought I noticed a familiar figure on third base. I borrowed a man’s field glasses and looked at the figure. It was none other than Kermon Watson, playing professional baseball. Well, I almost fainted. I did not get to talk to Watson, but I left best wishes for him and for Garland Washam who had just knocked a home run. I decided to go over to Wall Street and look around. I saw Kathryn Sloop, Gladys Eller, Mildred Evans, Virgie Stirewalt, Elizabeth Baker, and Mildred Parks on the adjoining street. They looked sad and heartbroken. I walked up, trying to cheer them, and asked them their troubles. They said, “Our husbands have lost all their life savings in the stock market crash.” “Why, Ross has lost everything,” said Kathryn. “As you know I am now Mrs. J. P. Davis, Jr., and Oh! he has lost everything,” said Gladys. The other girls were so disturbed that they could do nothing but jabber. After leaving the heart-broken ladies, I walked down the street and saw a couple pushing a baby carriage. As they drew nearer, I saw that it was Mr. and Mrs. Ralph Templeton, the latter better known to us as Mary Edith Lefler. I left them and went to a circus. I saw a sign, “Deal Bros. Hot Lunch.” As I went over, I saw Marvin and Floyd Deal frying hamburgers. I ate some and started on, after a chat with the boys. ' Twenty

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CLASS HISTORY A S we come to the end of our High School career, our thoughts drift back over the four years spent in the China Grove High School. Not every day was rosy for there were many disappointments and obstacles which we had to overcome, but we feel that it was worth the struggle, to have reached the goal toward which we have worked during the past four years. Early in the fall of 1929, about seventy boys and girls from this county and others entered the China Grove High School. We were typical Freshmen, believing our¬ selves to be as important as anyone, but keeping our thoughts secret. After fiinshing a very successful Freshman year we were ready to begin our second year of high school work. Under the guidance of Miss Bernhardt and Miss Fleming, our class advisors, we began our Sophomore year. Voneile Bostian was chosen president of the class. One of the most enjoyable events of the year was the weiner roast which we gave the Seniors. When we entered our Junior year, we felt important indeed. Miss Marshburn and Mr. Jones were our advisors and Bruce Sloop was our president. In October we sponsored a Hallowe’en carnival, the “spookiest’’ carnival you can imagine. The peak of our Junior year was the banquet which we gave in honor of the Seniors at the Yadkin Hotel, Salisbury. With the encouragement of Miss Neely and Mr. Brown and under the leadership of our Senior class president, Leonard Gillon, we have now completed our last year in China Grove High School. After weeks of concentrated work, we presented our class play, “Once in a Lifetime,” and were rewarded a few days later by being de¬ lightfully entertained by the Sophomores at a weiner roast. The Junior-Senior banquet, given at Hotel Concord, most effectively carried out the appropriate theme, “April Showers.” There were many times when the class could not agree, but when the invitation to a theatre party was extended by our mascots, Ruth Long and Charles Brown, it was unanimously accepted and the party was thoroughly enjoyed. That our class possesses unusual talent is evident from the number of honors won by members of our group at the State Music Contest, the State Stock Judging Contest, and our splendid representation on the athletic teams. So, here we stand, our faults confessed, our triumphs emphasized, and our eyes on the glory of graduation. We are glad that we have not caught up with our ideal, that we may climb higher because we can imagine heights beyond that which we have already attained. In the future, as in the past, may we be true to the ideals of China Grove High School and remember “Give to the world the best that you have and the best will come back to you.” —Kathryn Sloop. Twenty-two