Draper High School - Crest Yearbook (Draper, NC)

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LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT State of North Carolina Rockingham County City of Draper Draper High School We, the senior class of 19SI, being of sound mind and good memory, do hereby declare this to be our last will and testament and rendering void any former will that may have been made. Article I—To The Faculty To Mr. Ainsley—we leave the summer to grow some hair, because he will start losing more next fall. To the single teachers—We leave our deepest sympathy, because Uncle Sam is taking the boys. To Mrs. Hodges—We leave our hopes that she will never have another Shot Edens to teach. Article II—To The Individual Students I, Tyrus Blackwell, leave one hundred pounds of my weight to be distributed between Roger Wright and Johnny Hairfield. I think this will be a great benefit to all three. I, Bill Curry, leave my height to Wayne Handy. I, Maxine Bowers, leave to Edna Furches my title as Best all around.” I, A. C. Gillespie, leave to Wayne Burnette my short curly hair. I, Ronald Reinert, leave my studious ability to Curtis Giles. I, Marie Ball, leave to Nellie Handy my high temper. I, H. D. Howell, leave my good grades to Mary Ann Wilson. I, Juanita Howlett, leave to Dessie South my maturity. I hope Dessie benefits by this. I, Richard Lemons, wish to pass on to Jerry Johnston my perfect attendance record. I, Tommy Howell, after much persuasion, decided to leave my muscles to C. B. Tiller. (Now C. B. you can throw away your Hadacol bottle). I, Ernest Walker, leave my good manners to Harold Dean Price, which I feel is a wise decision. I, Frances Gardner, leave my quietness to Patsy Ellis. I, Bernice Dalton, leave to Ann Gilbert all my silly questions. I, Wesley Shot” Edens, wish to pass on to Earl Hammock my clownish ways. Too bad Earl! I, Pete Overby, would like to leave to Herman Searcy my tremendous build, since Herman is so small and puny.

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CLASS HISTORY The long awaited day (the day we leave our dear old high school and start our way into the world) has finally arrived. And now each must go his own way and do his own work. We entered the ninth grade as timid fresh¬ men, eager to start work. For the first time since we had started to school the boys and girls were separated, with Mrs. Poovey taking the girls and Mr. Poovey taking the boys. Here we had to get used to the idea of changing classes. We thought this very odd and found things rather difficult and hard to get used to, but with the help of our teachers we soon learned the routine and accom¬ plished much that year. When we returned to school as sophomores, we found that some of our classmates had dropped out. The boys and girls were united once again with Miss Clifton and Mr. Honbarrier as our homeroom teachers. We found that the tenth grade was harder and required much more work, so we all set to work studying frogs and insects, taking notes and diagraming sentences. As Juniors we were all impressed with the responsibilities we had. But there were highlights. The first of these was the receiving of our classrings just after Thanksgiving. Then came the choosing of the Junior Marshals who were Betty Carol Johnston, Ronald Reinert, Bill Spencer, Frances Mills, Marcell Spain, Tyrus Blackwell, and Mignon Shelton. With the help of our homeroom teachers, Miss Odom and Miss Hall, we held our Junior- Senior banquet, which was highly successful. And with the help of our many friends, teachers, and principal we became Seniors. We were all together in one homeroom with Mr. Teer as our homeroom teacher. The twelfth grade wasn’t quite as easy as we had expected, but we finally got down to work. The highlights of this year were the trip to Washington, the Senior play, and our graduation. We left as a gift to the school an electric basketball scoreboard. Of the many of us who started as freshmen there were approximately forty seniors who were to graduate. And now at last, the Senior Class of 1950-51 see that our goal is nearly completed. We have at last reached Commencement—the beginning of a new phase of life. As we leave our school we wish to thank everyone for the help that has been given us for the past twelve years. MARCELL SPAIN, Historian

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I, Bill Spencer, wish to leave to June Hodges my position as President of the Student Council. This will be a surprise. I, Rudolph Dalton, wish to leave my position in back-field to Jackie Powell. Live up to it Jackie. I, Gene Carter, leave to Wayne Walker my ability to be talkative. Wayne, you have my deepest sympathy. I, Billy Minter, leave to Leonard Smith my desire for a date with a certain teacher; Leonard don’t waste your life like this. I, Ann Saunders, leave to Thelma Smith my slender build. I, Frances Mills, leave to Kathleen Hyler my wonderful married life, I, Revell Morrison, pass my football experience on to Gary McBride. I, Garvin DeHart, wish to leave my mischief to Douglas Hopkins. I, Betty Carol Johnston, leave to Marcine Booth my musical talent. I’ll keep Bill for myself. I, Jack Rorer, leave my eye for the girls” to J. E. Kirks, but keep my girls for myself. I, Barbara Radford, leave to Dorothy Bolick my business course. I, Shirleen Hall, wish to pass on to Rheta Conner my ability to argue. Watch out for trouble Rheta. I, Dorothy Stevens, leave my noisy manner to James Morris. I, Paul Cassell, leave to Barbara Williams my friendly smile. I, Joan Holt, pass on to Calvin Gillie my light, straight hair. I, Barbara Motley, would like to pass my married life on to Lois Hankins. I, Barbara Gillie, wish to leave my singing voice to Doe Grant. Oh Frankie!” Good luck to you. I, Marcell Spain, leave my big mouth to Frances Saunders. L Eugene Chandler, pass on to James Barber the ability to ask smart questions. I, Robert Hutson, leave to Lonnie Lawson my chunky build. I, Mary Edith Lawson, pass on to Billy Joe Minter my love affairs. I, Anna Lee Francis, wish to leave to some boy Anna Lee I, Rebecca Barrow, wish to pass on to Marion Tullock my giggles. THE CLASS OF 1951 RICHARD LEMONS, Testator Witnesses : RONALD REINERT, President MISS REBECCA DALTON, Sponsor R. M. AINSLEY, Principal