Davidson High School - Clock Yearbook (Davidson, NC)

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CLASS PROPHECY of 1950 My record begins with the twentieth day of August, nineteen hundred and sixty. 1 was sorting my mail which was addressed to Ann Knox, Professor of Home Economics, University of California, when I noticed a long envelope postmarked Davidson, N. C. Surprised and hurriedly 1 ripped it open, and there were two tickets to the World Series to be played at Davidson in September. I eagerly read the letter and discovered that it was from B. M. Brown, the coach of the Davidson Braves, who would play in the World Series against the New York Yankees. My interest in baseball was immediately aflame, and I turned to the sports section of our California newspaper. There was a handsome photograph of Mr. Brown with three members of his team: his second baseman, Whitey Williams, the star of the league; Bill Pender, his ace pitcher; and Bill Christenbury, the s‘ar outfielder, who had a batting overage of three hundred ninety-five. This photograph made my homesickness unbearable, so I rushed to ask for a leave of absence. Buddy Primm, Pres- ident of the University, unders ' ood the situation when I explained it to him and granted me a two weeks leave of absence. On the spur of the moment, he decided that he had been working too hard and should take a short vacation so announced that he would make the journey home with me. Realizing that I needed some new clothes for such an important trip home, I went to the exclusive dress shop owned by Mademoiselle Jessie Carter. Jessie was posing as a French stylist and had acquired great renown as a dre ss designer; she consented to assemble a new ward- robe for me. As we talked of the coming World Series, she told me that Brice Hoke had left Davidson and by working hard had made well over a million dollars. This explained to me why he had hired Eugene Jones io manage all of his business affoirs whMe he spent most of his time looking for a beautiful wife and racing his own cars, in automobile races. Bub Cashion and John Whitlow had developed a new type of engine, and they hoped that Brice would be able to prove its practicability by racing it. When 1 had completed my plans, I went to the airport with Buddy, and we got aboard a plane. It was a nev type one, designed by John Thompson. It was piloted by Billy Jo Moon and had Betty Blackwelder as stewardess. On the airliner, we met the former Betty Overcash, who told us she was returning from Japan, where she and her husband, an executive of a large advertising firm, lived. Our flight was uneventful, pleasant and quickly over. Upon leaving the plane in Davidson, I said my goodbyes to Buddy and Betty and went to a restaurant. As I ate my lunch, two women came over to talk to me. They were none other than Maxine Berkley and Patsy Honey- cutt. As we talked, I learned that Maxine and her hus- band ran the restaurant in which I was eating, and Patsy had held the Miss America title, but was now modeling beach clothes for a New York designer. I told them how wonderful the lemon pie was, and Maxine informed me that Betty Sue Christie had made it, for since her husband had become an invalid and she had two children to support, she supervised that operation of her bakery. The next day being Sunday, I arose early to go to my Church. When I entered the sanctuary, I saw in the vesti- bule a bulletin board announcing that the pastor ' s name was the Reverend David L. Torrence, D.D. I was even more anxious to go to the service then, to hear the message delivered by my old classmate. In the quiet before the service, my mother pointed out to me the pastor ' s wife. I looked quickly at her hair and realized it was Hazel Alexander. As the service began, I noticed that Mr. Walker was playing the organ and Miss Cooke was directing Jhe choir. The remainder of the day, I spent in visiting my old friends. I called on my former teacher, Miss Maude Vinson, and she told me that she had resigned her teaching position and that Odessa Torrence, who had never married, taught the French and Mathematic classes in Davidson High School. She said that Jackie Hager had accepted Miss Richards ' position as English teacher after Miss Richards had become so disgusted with high school students that she had turned to teaching the first grade. She read me a letter from Miss James, who was in New York, sum- moned by R. C. A. to make recordings of her children ' s stories. The next day was a great day for the opening of the World Series. I went early to the ball park and found the way to my reserved seat. Just in front of me was Rachel Torrence. As we chatted, I learned that soon after graduation she became a man hater, returned her engage- ment ring, devoted her time to professional athletics, end was leaving within a few days to begin ball practice, for she was now playing professional basketball. When game time came the strains of the national anthem were heard over the field, and Nellie Blackwell ' s voice v- ' as easily recognized as she led the singing. Then the an- nouncer called the attention of the crowd to the President of the United States, Russell Knox, seated in his box with two members of his cabinet: Cathey Walley, the Secretary of Agriculture; and Ray Washam, the Secretary of the Treasury. The game, which was truly a thriller, was won by Davidson, the score being three to one. Whitey Williams did the unbelievable by making two home runs, and Bill Christenbury batted one in. The next day Bill Pender pitched a no-hit game. The only mishap to the team was that a ball struck the third baseman on the head. Onto the field rushed Dr. Peggy Raymer ond Coach B. M. Brown. Peggy soon revived the star, and he was able to continue playing. The remainder of the Series was thrilling, and I was happy, as Davidson won it. Mr. Brown was acclaimed as one of the greatest of America ' s coaches, and his team was recognized as one of the greatest ever. The time soon came when I had to begin my trip back to California. As I left the airport I gave thanks for new memory treasures which I now had to add to the beautiful and undimmed ones I had of all my school friends and of our graduation from Davidson High School, way back in nineteen-hundred and fifty. ANN KNOX Class Prophet 12

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DAVIDSON HIGH SCHOOL Most Popular ANN KNOX BUB CASHION Best Dressed MAXINE BARKLEY RAY WASHAM Best Sport BETTY JANE OVERCASH BUB CASHION Biggest Flirt JESSIE CARTER BRICE HOKE Best Looking PATSY HONEYCUTT BUB CASHION Cutest Couple ANN KNOX BUB CASHION 11

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CLASS HISTORY of 1950 Before the class of 1950 ventures forth into a different and much more complicated field of life, let us stop for a moment to review our lives as students of Davidson High School. In September of 1938, the Class of ' 50 started on a long educational journey under the direction of Miss Margaret Adams, Miss Julia Johnston, and Miss Bonnie Shelton. We passed through the primary grades, ot which time we shared the friendship, kindness, and patience, of those teachers from whom we learned the fundamentals of school and life. Onward and even higher we climbed until in 1945, we reached the eighth grade, where, under the direction of Miss Grace James we started more advanced work. We were now a part of the high school, and as such took our places in the high school building. In the fall of 1946 we returned to school as freshmen, and again took up our studies — more difficult ones than ever! There were many happy days spent on the Davidson College Campus, where we had temporary classrooms because of the fact that our school building had been burned the previous summer. During our sophomore year, several of our classmates were invited to become members of the Beta Club, and we were proud to have this recognition of our scholarly abilities. This was a very happy year with Mrs. Ratliff as the sponsor. As usual, everyone enjoyed the initiation week of the Star Club — and did the 1950 initiates look awful! CLASS Thoughts of Twelve years we have gone to school together. Winning friendships that will last forever. In spite of the fact thot each now goes his way, Joy fills our hearts on graduation day. We pack our belongings and travel life ' s road. Pulling and straining under its heavy load. We believe we ' re prepared for What lies ahead. As into wide fields and professions We ' re led. During our junior year we sold Christmas cards to raise money for the long anticipated Junior-Senior ban- quet. We also made a little money by selling class pins to the high-sc hool students. When the time came we were delighted to have the banquet at the Chez Montet in Charlotte. As expected we all had a delightful evening. Of course, we all gave credit for the success of the whole venture to Miss Maude Vinson. We realized that we would never have been able to have the banquet without her. It was during the junior year too that we were among the first classes to move into a very beautiful, new school building. When we returned to school for our senior year, we were all very happy to find that Miss Richards was to be our homeroom teacher. We also received a thrill when we found that Mrs. Stricklin was to be the annual sponsor, and that Mr. Walker was to be the basketball coach. In our new building we settled down to the final hard work necessary to gain that long awaited diploma. It was in this last year that we came to realize just what an im- portant part our helpful principal had in shaping our lives. Under the capable teaching and direction of Mrs. Stricklin, Miss Cooke, Miss James, Mrs. Penland, Miss Richards, Miss Vinson, Mr. Walker, and Mr. Brown we have arrived at the end of our Davidson High School journey — the end of the 1950 Class History. PEGGY RAYMER Class Historian POEM Graduation Two colors we ' ve upheld in all their delight — Yes, you have guessed it, they ' re our own blue and white. And our motto we ' ll strive ever toward. Remember, not backward but ever forward! To a great many things one may say goodbye. But not to memories of old Davidson High. BILLY RAY PENDER Class Poet 13