Crabtree Iron Duff High School - Yellow Jacket Yearbook (Crabtree, NC)

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Class Prophecy Last night I dreamed it was I960 I could see us all now as then- 18 graduates of Crabtree Iron Duff Then the nightmares really began- Dan Davis has attained his greatest ambition. He is a cop run¬ ning down all those hot rods from Iron Duff. Edna Best, in spite of her smallness, has become known as the country’s most famous woman wrestler. Wilma Sanford, whose future was decided before graduation, is now keeping house for Joe and her two boys. Lib Crawford wanted to be a stock car driver but “Sody” side¬ tracked her into being an operator for the Bell Telephone Company. Next I saw a western scene. There were Susie and David Noland, who went west and bought a cattle ranch. Later they struck oil and went out of the cattle business. Belk Hudson’s Department Store is hanging on to Doris Sue Parks and Roxie Crawford. Doris Sue is personal manager, and Roxie is bookkeeper. Geraldine Bishop is coaching football at U.C.O.A. and Charlie is a first class waterjack. My dream became clearer as 1 saw Washington, D.C. where Doris James turned out to be the first woman president. Ruby Presnell, who married before graduation is now happy living in her home “down by the old mill stream’’. Frank Lowe is the owner of the biggest garage in Waynesville. He got all of his training from working on his own car. Who is this fellow I saw looking through a huge telescope? Could it be Charles Medford, who is now a scientist for Palomar Observatory? As my dream went on 1 saw Vivian Haney arriving late at work again. She was so neat Central Cleaners hired her for their secretary. Lillie Jane Sanford still walks around with short hair-bobby pins in her hair, scarf in her hand. Later 1 saw a basketball game in progress. I believe it was Paul Smart playing center. He has grown to be a six-footer. Beatrice Sanford is still staying home with mama and papa. From the Paper Building in Greensboro, came a radio broadcast. It was the “Golden Voice’’ of Juanita Rathbone on the show, “Winner Take AH’’ and “Get It Out Of Here’’. After years of faithful service Esther Lee Wright, now has an important secretarial job at the Wellco Shoe Plant. The last scene Edward Wood still sleeping. He always would have liked to made a million dollars so he wouldn’t have to worry any more. Juanita Rathbone Geraldine Bishop

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Class Will We, the Seniors of 1952, singly and collectively, have decided to disregard all legal words and phrases in our will to the people who are less fortunate than we. We will to the Juniors the typing class, Mr. Morrow, and the typewriters, hoping that they have a better time than we had. To the Freshmen we leave a good example of how to stay in high school four years. I, Edna Best, leave to Annis Noland 45 pounds, with hopes that she can gain some weight. I, Dan Davis, will my good looks and noisy boots to Frank Medford, with hopes that he doesn’t disturb as many classes. I, Frank Eowe, leave my ability to drive the bus to Floyd Plemmons, hoping he will have as much success as I have had. I, Paul Smart, leave my ability to play ball to James Morrow, hoping he will have as much success as I have had. I, Geraldine Bishop, leave my basketball suit to Maxine Medford, hoping she can do as good work as I have done. I, Doris Parks, leave my high ambitions to work algebra to Emelyn McCracken. I, Charles Medford, will my bus to Joe Caldwell (the old Ford) and hope that he can succeed in getting a heater. I, Vivian Haney, leave my fondness for grumbling to Bonnie Sue Justice. I, Lib Crawford, leave my place in typing class (the front seat) to Bobbie Mae Welch, and hope that she can type 40 words per minute. I, Wilma Sanford, will my art talent to Mattie Sue Medford, hoping she will keep the second grade plenty of coloring to do. I, Juanita Rathbone, leave to Mary Ellen McElroy my tall, dark, handsome men. I, Beatrice Sanford, will to Sue Dotson all my books, hoping that she will get as much good out of them as I have. I, Roxie Crawford, leave to Thad Medford my fondness for Hazelwood. I, Sue Noland, leave to James Williamson my inability to keep from laughing in class. 1, Edward Wood, leave all my girl friends to Wilfred K. I, Doris James, leave to McClain my love for Pimey Ridge. I, Esther Wright, leave my seat in the library to anyone. I, Lillie Jane Sanford, leave my green eyes and love for basketball to Eddie Hill. Also, my love to Mr. Morrow. We, the Seniors, leave our brilliant brains to the teachers, trusting they will be of some use to the undergraduates. We four certain Senior girls, leave to anyone who thinks he can get away with it, our ability to hide in the cloak room, get caught by Mr. Safford and get away with it. Wilma Sanford Lillie Jane Sanford 9

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The Class History In the fall of 1940 we entered our first year of “Readin’, ’Ritin’, and ’Rithmetic”. We were divided into two different sections--Mrs. Cleo Rogers taught one and Miss Edith Long taught the other. After eight hard years of study we finally reached our long desired “High School Days”. Miss Greene was our home room teacher that year. We had “hide out class” in the tenth grade and listened to Mr. Schibor teach Spanish. In the Junior Class our play, “The Nutt Family” was a good experience and much fun. Then came our Junior-Senior Banquet (The Gay Nineties) where we had our way for one time in fixing things as we wished. With sixty in the first grade, twenty-eight in the Freshman Class, twenty-four in the Sophomore Class, nineteen in the Junior Class (Ruby and Pansy got married and Charles, Patsy and Peggy fell by the way- side), there were eighteen full fledged Seniors. At last came our rings to add beauty to our hands and the dignity of being Seniors to our diploma. Everyone checked and rechecked to make sure he had his required units. Of course we had to spend a great deal of time getting ready for those last minute examinations, but we also had time to practice and enjoy giving “Daffy Dills”. Then came the night for which we had worked, waited and hoped- Graduation Night. We were glad to be finishing school, but we missed our schoolmates and teachers and the usual fun of school life. Doris Sue Parks, Historian 11