Cullowhee High School - Rebel Yearbook (Cullowhee, NC)

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Class Prophecy Last summer, Christine Robinson and I were searching through the ruins of the old Indian mound on the high school campus, looking for relics, when we had the good fortune tocome upon a small figurine of an ancient Indian god. We immediately took it to Mrs. Killian , who told us that it was a pagan deity, supposed to have the power of revealing the future to persons upon whom he looks with favor, The sharp beard and the narrow face with a broad forehead supporting horns, reminded us of a goat, so we named him Mr. Ram, Since he was an attractive little fellow, I placed him on the dresser in my bedroom where Icould see him often. A few nights later, Christine spent the night with me; and in the middle of the night she woke me up and pointed wordlessly to the figurine. His eyes had begun to glow with a strange light; and rising from the dresser, he seemed to float through the air to the head of mybed. “Come with me if you want to see the future, ” he softly whispered. Grasping our hands, he gave a slight tug, and away we flew - out the window and over the earth through the gleaming moonlight. We were too stunned at first to notice that we were growing smaller and smaller, At my sudden gasp of astonishment, Mr, Ram reassured me, The condition is only temporary, and will make you inconspicuous, Looking below, I noticed we were approaching a large city. As we drew near, I recognized it as our capital, Washington. We perched atop the capitol dome, and Mr. Ram said, Look! I looked about me and I could see multitudes of people. Soon I discerned a familiar figure in the White House. It was Alvin Hooper, the thirty-seventh President of the United States, with Alva Wike as Vice President, In the Library of Congress, we saw Helen Webb and Mary AnnBennett, whose exclusive job was to keep people from talking inthe reading room, Gazing elsewhere, we saw Joe Buchanan delivering the morning newspapers to the White House, In the De- partment of Justice Building, we saw Taylor Holden looking through the FBI fingerprint file to try to discover who had broken into the U.S, Treasury and stolen a million dollars. Across the POTOMAC we saw Admiral Bobby Nicholson, trying to decide where to send two battleships which had just been launched, Carroll Rigdon and Kenneth Hooper were the ships’ captains, Saying, Come, Mr. Ram graspedour hands again, and away we soared through the air, Soon we settled atop the Empire State Building, from whence we could see most of New York City. Among the city's teeming millions, we immediately spotted J, C. Keener, roller-skating up and down Broadway. On the stage of the Palace Theatre, dancing inthe chorus line, wereJuanita Hembree, Bessie Bryson, Imogene Brown, and Shirley Houston. At Radio City, we saw Linda Hughes and Ronald Pressley acting in the great television drama, John's Other Wife's Other Husband,” Over at Yankee Stadium, we sawCharles Ashe, warming up as pitcher in his fourth World Series, On the center field wass was a lifesize picture of Lucille Hooper, who modeled Bikini bathing suits. Grasping our hands again, Mr. Ram lifted us into the air; andwe sped breathlessly across the United States to Salt Lake City. When we landed on top ofthe Mormon Temple, we looked down and saw Warren Hooper busily rushing about trying to become a Mormon, so he could have several wives. We then moved on to Hollywood where Jean Wood, Joyce Wood, and Opal Stewart had formed a trio, singing under the name ofthe Wood Sisters. Over at MGM, Floyd Bennett was drawing cartoons for Walt Disney and had been nominated for his second Academy Award, Flying over Las Vegas, we noticed the opening of the largest gambling casino in the world, owned by Jimmy Bryson and Lee Adams, Buddy Clark and George Stephens had formed a team and were busy racing across country from. San Francisco to Cullowhee. In Milwaukee, Claude Dills had become president of the largest brewery in the world. His secretary was Mary Sue Owen, Mr, Ram whisked us back to the campus, and down at Cullowhee High, we saw Margaret Hawks as the first woman principal with Reva Bryson Conner as her assistant. Lloyd Dills, the truant officer, was the busiest man in the state. As we flew over Sylva, I noticed Newspaper headlines: BETTY NORTON, THE DANCER, ELOPES WITH PRINCE PAU OF PANDEMONIA, Yes, my old friend, Betty, had marriedroyalty. She would have to worry about eo eee ta more, James Monteith and Ted Crawford were joint proprietors of the Cullowhee Ice Se aa eae ee ee ae gee Pee ace : ynolds was writing the gossip column of the CULLOWHEE STAR, Mr, Ram again grasped our hands, and we flew through the air to my home, I heard someone call my name, and I opened my eyes to find Christine trying to wake me. Immediately I looked at Mr. Ram and found him in his accustomed place. It had all been a dream, anda very interesting one at that! CLASS PROPHETS QUINCY STEWART CHRISTINE ROBINSON

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Reva Conner, will my A's inJournalism to Shelby Jean Conner, hoping she doesn't change them tOmG Sc Ofe. D Sco: Ted Crawford, will my driver's license to Nose Brown, who is bound to get killed riding around with Jr. Tolbert. Claude Dills, will my flattop to Bunyon Hooper, whom it will suit. Lloyd Dills, will my big mouth to Jimmy Long, wholI’m sure, will use it as I have. Margaret Hawks, will nothing to nobody ‘cause I ain't got nothing nobody would want. Juanita Hembree, will to my little sister my seat in Physical Science, in hope that she won't give Mr. Painter as much trouble as I. Taylor Holden, will my bus, number 34, to anyone who can put as many BUMPS on it as I did, Alvin Hooper, will my ability to make good grades to Paul Hooper. He'll need it to graduate. Kenneth Hooper, leave my sideburns to anyone mature enough to grow them, and my wreckless driving to Fannie Stevens. Lucille Hooper, will my ability to drive a school bus to any girl who can hold the job. Warren Hooper, do hereby will my ability to study to Charles Bu rrell, who I am sure needs it. Shirley Houston, will my habit of laughing and talking in Journalism to whoever is crazy enough to take it. Linda Hughes, will my ability to soap windows on Halloween to Shirley Stevens. Shirley, I leave to you the best ball uniform Old Faithful number 17 along with the ability to be most athletic. J. C. Keener, will nothin’ to nobody, because I need all I have. James Monteith, will all of my little pink and yellow citations to Edward Gordon, who I know needs a few. Bobby Nicholson, will my ability to spin a wheel to Edward Gordon. Betty Norton, will my so-called ability to play basketball to my cousin Patricia Hooper, and my ability to yell at basketball games to Susan Mitchell. Mary Sue Owen, will my shorthand book to Kathleen Ammons. Glennon Parker, will to my wife, Selma Sue, the ability to drive anything on wheels. Ronald Pressley, will my ability to pass without studying to Bunyon Hooper, who will make use of it. Alvia Lou Reynolds, will my big mouth and loud ways to Marcia Snipes. Carroll Rigdon, will my flirty ways to Bill Pressley, if he thinks he can do as good a job as I have done. Christine Robinson, will my driving talents to Marcia Snipes, and hope she gets a Dodge like mine. Edwin Saunders, .will my excess beef to Ray Adams, who needs it. George Stephens, will my ability to drive a school bus to Vounell Wilson, if he can hold the job. Opal Stewart, will my ability to attract boys and a portion of my long hair to Mary Ann Reed. Quincy Stewart, will one-half my bottle of Peroxide and my curly hair to Susan Mitchell. Helen Webb, leave my juvenile ways and my name of being a “hot rod girl” to any girl who wants the fun I've had. Alva Wike, will everything I've got to myself, because I am going to take it all with me. Jean Wood, will my boy friends to my sister Janice, who doesn't care for boys at all. Joyce Wood leave my fights on the bus and the principal's reprimands to my sister Priscilla, who has had a few lectures already.

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Class Acstory Four memorable years ago we the seniors set forth on the adventure of secondary education as freshmen at Cullowhee High School. We came, we saw, and, come next spring, we hope we shall have conquered; for soon the big doors of Cullowhee High School will swing shut as another school year comes to an end. With the echo of laughter and the bells ringing in our ears, we seniors shall look back at the familiar old building and realize that a door has closed on the most unforgettable years of our lives. We'll always remember the hours spent behind the doors . . . meeting and cutting classes, taking exams, selling soft drinks and popcorn to finance our senior trip, and working to help pay for the activity bus. We'll re- member the gab-fests in the cafeteria, gossip sessions at the Town House, the class-meetings and clubs, the basketball, the baseball and the square dance sessions, the bus trips, the dances, socials, parties, and banquets. We entered as freshmen at Cullowhee High School in '53 and were introduced to the rights and privileges that go with being in high school. We were joined by the following students from Johns Creek: Gordon Hooper, Denver Massinggale, Keith Lovedahl, Dennis Mason, Ray Parker, Ella Mae Aiken, Betty Jo Phillips, Clara Fay Hodges, Joyce Wood, Jean Wood, and George Stevens. With the help of Mr. Painter and Miss Benning most of us made it through our freshman year. The next year we entered as sophomores, but we lost the following members of our class: Marie Denton, Mary Jo Hooper, Grady Claybo, Opal and Ruby Haskett, Earnest Taylor, Lou Keeter, and Juanita Hembree all moved and transferred to other schools. Beauford Broom, Jack Broom, Clara Fay Hodges, Denver Massingale, Dean Wike, Tommy Willis, Jim Ed Powell, Dennis Mason, Marilyn Parker, Keith Lovedalh. Kathleen Galloway left us to go into double harness. On the credit side of the ledger, we gained Opal Stewart. We also gained a new homeroom teacher, Mrs. Biddle; and of course we still had Old Faithful,” Mr. Painter. Our wonderful class party was the high point of the year. As sophomores, we began to learn our way around. We really started to “live it up, and we became experts in grumbling and griping. In the summer following our sophomore year we lost three more of our company: Phyllis Adams, who married, Betty Honeycutt who moved, and Robert Dills; however, we gained Jean Bridges, Marquita Harris, and Clarris Ann Elzey. At the beginning of the year we elected Warren Hooper as class president, Linda Hughes as vice president; Christine Robinson. secretary; and Alvin Hooper, treasurer. The most important event was the absolutely unfor- gettable junior-senior banquet. The theme was A Night Club. It was a big success, and deservedly so - for we certainly worked hard. The following members of our class had enough points to earn an Old English Letter in their junior year: Linda Hughes, Warren Hooper, Christine Robinson, Betty Norton, Alvin Hooper, Quincy Stewart, and J. C. Keener. Warren Hooper was elected to serve as president of the student body and the student council for the year ahead. Linda Hughes was elected vice president; and Betty Norton, secretary. And suddenly we're seniors - our last year in this old house. Being on the top this year has been the most, ” to say the least. As seniors we held important positions such as club officers, superlatives, and were well repre- sented in baseball and basketball. We entered our senior year with forty-four members, having lost Loretha Shelton and Jean Bridges, who moved; Marquita Harris, who quit: Allen Seago, who joined the Navy; Kent Taylor, who entered college; and Anna Nicholson, who transferred to the state of matrimony. Juanita Hembree decided to join us again; Bessie Bryson and Jenese Sutton came from Sylva; and Mamie Norton came down from Glenville. In the course of the years we left Ray Parker and Paul Hooper somewhere behind. We gained two new homeroom teachers: Mrs. Carl Killian and Mr. Phillips, who have graciously guided us through this last year. We elected Warren Hooper to serve as class president this year; Alvin Hooper, vice president; Lucille Hooper, secretary; and Quincy Stewart, treasurer. Our new activity bus was now in constant use, especially on basketball trips. We presented our senior play, THE THIRTEENTH CHAIR, in December. Directed by Mrs. Carl Killian, it was a big success, and presenting it was an experience we will never forget. These last few weeks of fellowship with our old friends and classmates will soon complete our history - To you who have yet to experience your high school days - may you profit from our mistakes, and yet have as much fun as we have had; and may we seniors never forget all that we learned together . . . nor one another. School ends May 27. On this day the well-known class of ‘57 will part, never to meet again as classmates. Class Historians: Linda Hughes, James Monteith.