Cleveland High School - Clevana Yearbook (Cleveland, NC)

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THE STATISTICS OF '50 OR WHAT YOU'D LIKE TO FORGET No characters listed below are fictional, although they should be, and any similarities between them and any other living thing is nothing to brag about. According to a recent nation-wide survey, I find that the Great 1950 Senior Class of Cleveland High School is composed of thirty-one members and almost that many students. Unless I have been very badly fooled, twenty of our class are girls while the smaller percen- tage of only eleven are boys. Because of this reason the girls have always won the badly disputed and possible crooked elections by a landslide, or maybe I should say by a handslide. The boys’ standing average, barefoot or in the summer, is five feet and ten inches (?) and their sitting average is about .9 of the time. The average standing height of the girls is five feet and six inches, and they have a pretty good sitting average too. In the weight catagory here’s what we find: The boys have an average weight of 158 pounds - a handsome figure for such handsome lands. The girls, reminding one of Geometry as they study their figures - and they know all the angles, have an average weight of 145 pounds, a well-fed bunch. Now we come to the shoe size business in which we really have something. Billy Wilhelm has something, that is, he takes the cake with a size 11 1 2. In spite of this, he is disappointed because he wanted a foot. Even with Billy’s foot in the business, we still average out with a neat 10 1 9 size. The girls’ average shoe size is a slopy 6 6 6. As nobody in this class wears a hat, we naturally don’t need a a hat size. This may prove to be trouble some day as St. Peter may not give some of us that golden crown because of this lack of knowledge. This remarkable group of Seniors has potentialities for many kinds of occupations, ranging from a doctor to a professional loafer and from an architect to a card player. Yes, we have one guy who wants to be a poker player, and if he isn’t careful, he may make an Ace” of himself some day. We should naturally include our average favorite subjects, so here they are: The class as a hole prefers Dick Tracy to Shake- speare, while the girls' favorite subject is boys and the boys' favorite subject is, as you have probably guessed, hopscotch, espec- ially with real scotch (or bourbon.) Here are some more things you will enjoy knowing when you are a hundred years old: The grades on our report cards average from A, once in a while, to D-. There are more Baptist than any other church denomination. The things we like to sing best are songs and, of course, we would rather eat food than anything else. This concludes the Statistics of 1950; but soon, when we are freed or graduated from school, and when we are no longer to see this splendid group of people day by day, we will have only this annual with these statistics to which we can refer. We will always remem- ber some of our dear classmates, while the rest of them, we will never forget. When those grave days come that separate us from this wonderful class, may we read these Statistics and think of them as representing us in this way: Here (these statistics) is the shell; the nuts have gone!! Larston Reitzel Statistician

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Nineteenth: I, Lucy Warren, will and bequeath my place as school pianist to Betty Gray. Twenthieth: I, Ray Powlas, bequeath my excellent agriculture record to Billy Moore. Twenty-first: I, Wilbert Hall, will my seat in the English class to anyone that has the luck I did. Twenty-second: I, Ruth Southers, do will my place in the lunchroom to some industrious junior. Twenty-third: I, Helen Lippard, will my right to sell drinks on Friday night to Don Lyerly. Twenty-fourth: I, Clara Thigpen, bequeath my ability to keep one steady boy friend to Martha Shook. Twenty-fifth: I, Walter Pennell, will and bequeath my ability to sing bass to Jack Galligher. Twenty-sixth: I, Nattie Galligher, will my excellent typing skill to Peggy Gentle. Twenty-seventh: I, Dena Swicegood, do will my friendly smile to Betty Graham. Twenty-eighth: I, Betty Kyles, do will and bequeath a part of my long hair to Joyce Ann Barber. Twenty-nineth: I, Betty Smith, bequeath my faithful bus (No. 56) to Kathryn Steele, provided she learns to drive it. Thirthieth: I, Gilbert Myers, will my algebra skill to Charles Hamilton, hoping he doesn’t have to stay three years as I did. Thirty-first: I, Geraldine Cline, will and bequeath my superiority at making announcements for Mr. Spear to Joyce Graham. Thirty-second: I, Jimmy Bame, will the cast from my broken leg to any injured football player next fall. Thirty-third: I, Dorothy Graham, will my cheerleading uniform to Jo Hendrix. Thirty-fourth: We, the physics class, do will and bequeath all the answers to physics problems to Miss Lefler. Thirty-fifth: We, the first period home economics class, do will our dear teacher, Miss Erwin, a much quieter department. In Witness whereof, I, Betty Smith, have been authorized, directed, and delegated by the Senior Class to bring together its Last Will and Testament and with its help do hereunto set my hand and affix my seal, on this, the eighteenth day of May, in the year of our Lord nineteen hundred and fifty. Betty Smith Testator Witnessed by: Doris Wood , Walter Pennell , Peggy Beck

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THE END OR THE BEGINNING Some people go to school for days of fun; Others go because it keeps them on the run; While those that go to learn are few, We surely hope that's why we do. By grumbling and griping each passing day, Of tasks that were given all along the way, We now have come near the time When we shall leave all this behind. To teachers, thanks, for helping bit by bit And giving us a kick when we had need of it; They have worked with us side by side And watched us progress stride by stride. Yet after all is finished and over, We find that we're still not in beds of clover. The worst is yet to come they say; We now must earn our bread each day. So now we part and go our way, Hoping to meet again some day Since no one knows when it may be, For that we must just wait and see. Preston Barber Jr. Motto Do not say go but go thyself Flower Pansy Class Colors Blue and White