Columbia High School - Columbian Yearbook (Columbia, NC)

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HISTORY Can it actually be that our twelve years of school are almost over. Amazing! Yet, it seems as if it were only yesterday when we first tread the halls of the Freshmen Class. We had never cut a wisdom tooth, but we soon found that the old saying, Learning ' s road is rough, is a very true state¬ ment There could be a great deal said about this year of our life, but since this is a history and not a biography, I must be brief. This year our teachers were: Miss Moore, Miss Whitehurst, Miss Bal¬ ance, Miss Walker, Miss Brickhouse, Mr. Riddick, and Mr. Moore. During that year Loretta Simmons decided that she was ready for the road of life. Now she is a graduated beautician. Much to our e had to leave four boys behind to the sympathetic hands of the oncoming Freshmen. Tis sorrow we h a pity. . . . It has been said that the Sophomores are very wise students and we may add that its true. We passed all the trials and terrors of a Freshman and landed in the Sophomore Class with much con¬ fidence. I must admit that we were quite brave. It was about then that we thought we had discovered a method of being able to get through classes without the aid of books or a teacher—that is untiWe- port cards and exams came along. This year we had a new faculty almost entirely. New members were Mr. Baker, Miss Young, Miss Ange, Miss Midyette, and Mr. Bateman. During this year George Staley transferred to Campbell College to complete his work. We also lost Merle Payne, Bill Godwin, Roscoe Liverman, Junior Weatherly, and Charles Swindell. In their places we gained one student, Til- lie Cooper, who is still with us. Alas! Was there ever a happier day than the day we reached the goal of Juniors? Never— or so we thought at that time. We soon began concentrating on our Junior Play, Laugh Clown. We gave this on the night of December 10th. We are proud to say everyone enjoyed it thoroughly. After the excitement from our play was over, we began to give some thought to our banquet for the Seniors. This was given on April 30th, and turned out to be the best ever given, we thought. We used the theme of an Old Fashioned Garden which was really beautiful. To top it all we had the orchestra from E. C. T. C., and they did a swell job. In return for all this the Seniors honored us by giving us a chicken fry which was enjoyed by all. Our marshalls for this year were Bobbie Basnight and Jimmy Tweedy. It was well earned. It was during this year that we lost four more of our classmates—Ann Cohoon, Dora Brickhouse, Bettie Mor¬ ris, and T. J. Cooper. We gained some new teachers this year, Mr. Thompson, Miss Summerall, and Miss Hooper. It was also during this semester that our classmate. Early Hopkins, was honored by re¬ ceiving the football trophy. Ah, but we enjoyed that year! At last we landed in the Senior Class, and became dignified. Miss Hooper, Miss Summerall, Miss Brickhouse and Mr. Baker did not return, but we are glad to say we gained Miss Lane, Miss Brewer, Mrs. King, Mrs. Tilson, and Mr. Tilson. Many things have happened this year, but we will pass to you only the highlights. We produced an annual this year of which we can all be proud. This year the football trophy was won by another classmate, Roy Reynolds for playing outstanding football. We presented a comedy, For Pete ' s Sake, in March, as our Senior Play. It was a success. The Banquet which the Junior ' s gave us was very nice, and of course we must not forget our trip to Wash¬ ington, D. C. This was enjoyed by everyone. This completes our high school life and our day shall end in the old familiar way, congratulations. ®® ' ’ 9 dness, and smiles. But, as our Motto puts it, We have crossed the bay; the ocean lies DORIS RHODES, Historian,

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CLASS POEM We, the Class of Forty-Nine, Leave our high school days behind. We bid farewell to our school so dear That to our hearts will always be near. And to the joys and sorrows we ' ve shared None others to them may be compared. Farewell, we say, to the teachers we love To all our superiors and those above. It ' s to you we owe our heartfelt thanks And beg that you ' ll pardon our many pranks. Yes, all that you ' ve told us has been for our good Even though we didn ' t abide just as we should. Now we venture Into the field of life To face the struggle and combat the strife With heart that ' s strong, we will fight and win We will take the steps and try it alone. And use your teachings as a stepping stone. Here at Columbia we have made friends And for many of us our friendship ends. But in our hearts we would ever be true To the white and the green and the gold and blue. ' Tis just as our motto before us has said We have crossed the bay: the ocean lies ahead. EARLY HOPKINS, Class Poet. SUPERLATIVES DORIS RHODES, JIMMY TWEEDY.Most Ambitious DORIS RHODES, BILLY SPENCER.Best Personality VIRGINIA CLOUGH, JIMMY TWEEDY.Most Dependable ANNBRINN.. Prettiest Girl EARLY HOPKINS.Most Handsome Boy ANN BRINN, EARLY HOPKINS.Most Popular DOROTHY SPRUILL, VERNON CAHOON.Neatest DORIS RHODES, GUY LITCHFIELD.Cutest VIRGINIA CLOUGH, BILLY SPENCER.Most Courteous VIRGINIA CLOUGH, BERLINE SPENCER.Most Original ANN BRINN, BILLY SPENCER.Most Dignified BOBBIE BASNIGHT, GUY LITCHFIELD.Most Bashful BOBBIE BASNIGHT, JIMMY TWEEDY.Most Likely to Succeed BOBBIE BASNIGHT, JIMMY TWEEDY.Most Studious ANN BRINN. ROY REYNOLDS.Most Athletic BILLY SPENCER, OLLIE CAHOON.Best All Around IRIS JEAN SIMMONS, BILLY SPENCER.Friendliest DORIS RHODES, ROY REYNOLDS.Wittiest EARLY HOPKINS.Biggest Heartbreaker BILLY CLOUGH.Most Carefree TILLIE COOPER.Best Dancer CHRISTINE AINSLEY.Best Singer PHYLLIS LIVERMAN.Most Versatile ELVA RAE MOORE.Best Disposition

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CLASS PROPHECY It IS Friday night the twenty-seventh day of the month of May. and the moon is not yet in sight. A blue and ghostly light swims through my open window and I hear a hair-raising sound of clanking chairs and rustling garments. With chattering teeth I gasp. What? A hollow voice replies I am the future. With curiosity. I stammered. O. Spirit, roll back the scroll of the future and tell me where and what of the Senior Class of Columbia High School of 1949 in 1969. Then in a weird voice did the spirit answer. Twenty years from now in a spacious parlor of the Plaza Hotel of New York, you will find seated a tall, graceful woman. Around her are seated a host of admirers each hoping that he may have the next dance. This woman is known far and wide for many marriages, first to a German Count who she quickly divorced in order to marry an English Earl. Tiring ot English life, she fled to America with an American millionaire, none other than her old classmate— Berime Spencer. In this much admired one, you will recognize the glamorous face of Ann Brinn. At this time a terrible scourge is sweeping the Southern States. Hospital service is quite inade¬ quate and many women have volunteered to relieve the sufferers. One of them is a tall, slender wom¬ an, clothed in white and is the famous and widely-known nurse, Elva Rae Moore. Another is a short, stout woman who is dressed in a black dress and veil of the order she represents—the Catholic Nun¬ nery. You will soon own your friend Doris Rhodes. On a srnall country estate in Frying Pan you will see a colorful neon sign ' Iris Jean Simmons and Christine Ainsley’s Bachelors ' Home. ' On the well lighted veranda I see the famous Professor Guv Lifchfield. ' If you venture through a city in your own state at this time, you would learn that one of the few famous authors lives there. Near the window in a room of a huge, stone mansion, you will see a frail, delicate figure, Bobbie Basnight, who in this very room has completed many of her famous books. As you stroll down Fifth Avenue you will see a mob of fashionable dressed women. The side¬ walks are jammed, traffic is stopped, while shrill cries add to the confusion. Finally the police clear a space and out strolls the New Prima Donna. As a sedan, upholstered in purple rabbit fur glides away, a well known voice, hard to miss, addresses the driver, The Waldorf, Roy. And you recognize Ma¬ dame Dorothy Spruill. Tell me please, did Dorothy have Roy Reynolds for her chauffeur? Mysteriously— Yes—But now you can see a wh ite, rose covered cottage in the town of Gum Neck. In the garden js Phyllis Liverman, now Phyllis Jones, watering the daisies while a small tot pleads with her to ' Let him. ' So this must be Jr. But alas a great fight is being waged in your Tar Heel State—a political fight. The battle is a fierce one as it approaches its crisis. Minds are in turmoil waiting for the decision—but why should they be? Do they not want a high minded, capable man for governor of their state. And tell me what can be more pleasing than the headlines stating that this place is filled by Mr. Early Hopkins, the Republican. Let me hurry. You can see in a foreign country a woman, aged with worry tor the little home¬ less children. Now she stands on the ashes of one home ruined by war and as she turns, anyone would recognize her as Virginia Clough, the ' Mother of all Children. ' On posters all over the state of Maine are pictures of the famous Reverend Vernon Cahoon and his wife Ollie Vera. They read that the governor will welcome and accompany them to his mansion in which they will stay throughout their visit. Oh, but listen. Tonight in Central Park there is a celebration for the erection of the statue of the baseball champion of the country, who is a man of thirty-eight years and weighs about one hun¬ dred ninety pounds. He is about to speak and when he does, his voice reveals the Columbia brogue so characteristic of Jimmy Tweedy. ' Oh, my child, one in your midst faces much criticism. But when did any person accomplish a great work without this punishment? Twenty years from tonight he reaps his reward, and gives to the world a more free life. Down in the History of Inventors will go one of the greatest — Billy Clough. Be not amazed, but grasp that which I speak, it continued. But in the barren fields of North Dakota is one who sits alone dreaming of happier days. For here he came to minister to those who need help. If you could call him, you ' d say, Billy Spencer, dream no more. Come back to Colum¬ bia. Tillie, dear Tillie, shudder not for you have a long and weary path to travel as you assume your modeling profession day by day. And the spirit was gone. Darkness—darkness—darkness—mystery—the future. TILLIE COOPER, Prophetess,