Endy High School - Endyan Yearbook (Albemarle, NC)

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Good luck and smooth sailing! My trance seems to continue and again I am carried through space to New York City. No one would ever visit New York during the World Series without going out to a game. So what could be more natural than for me to appear on the scene. I am so excited to be at a World Series game. This is my first and I can hardly take in all this huge crowd at once. As I sit in my seat just staring at all that I see, the person beside me yells to the top of his voice, Al- mond, Almond, we want Almond. Almond is such a familiar sound to me that I finally ask my neighbor in the next seat - - - Almond, did you say Almond? I wonder if he is somebody I used to know. I don ' t know, ma’am, but he sure is a great pitcher for the Yanks. And his first name? I ask. Gerald, ma ' am, from some where in North CarTina. Carolina, I correct. Old Gerald has finally made it. Just like always he ' s keep- ing a sharp vigil on the dug-out. Brother, he ' d better, added my neighbor of the next seat, because his manager will sure bawl him out if he fouls up again. I ' ll tell you that Carl Furr is one more whale of a guy. He ' s really got this team moving. Almost too surprised to speak, I finally mutter, Who could help winning with two guys like Carl and Gerald on their side. Even in a trance no one could or would want to miss going to our nation ' s capitol- the greatest in the world. Reginia Watkins lives here and her husband is Speaker of the House. My curiosity gets the better of me as I come to the N.B.C. T.V. station so I stand in line for 30 minutes, hoping to get a seat. As luck would have it, I do manage to get the last available seat. An attractive dancing team is on, and I think to myself, where have I seen such grace? As I look closer and adjust my glasses a trifle, I recognize two of my class- mates, Betty Whitley and Louise Lyall. They are great! And such rhythm! What a show this is ! I must compliment the producer for getting such talent together. As I leave the theater, I stop by the manager ' s office to ex- press my delight at such a performance. As I am ushered into a beautifully appointed office I am introduced to the producer of the show, Iris Burleson. There she is, up to her old tricks, managing and producing good shows. I can tell that Iris is tops in her business and getting along well money-wise. All good things must end and in my trance I am nowin Albem arle -- home again! I gaze around me and realize that I am in the lovely Y.M. C.A. What a beautiful building this is and so beautifully decorated ! I inquire who is res- ponsible for the lovely job of decoration. I am told that the new manager ' s wife is res- ponsible for the redecorating of the entire building, for you see Drucilla Griffin had tak- en a course in interior decorating and had put her training to practice in the Y . Drucilla, in addition to her home duties, is hostess at the Y . She is so gracious. Immediately I am whisked down the street into the heart of town. The same old court house is there. I had hoped that Stanly would have had a new one by this time, but we aren ' t that fortunate. I can not resist the tempta- tion of entering this old familiar haunt of mine. As we all rise for the entrance of the Judge, I gasp for breath for who would the presiding judge be but Joe Westbrook. Imagine Joe a Judge! They say he is a good and fair one, and at times he makes it really hard for the lawbreakers. I recognize two lawyers as they take their seats - -, Kay Lambert and Tony Dennis. My, this should be a long session! Oh, I must have fallen asleep. I had better hurry or I’ll be late for my job at the hospi- tal. A nurse never knows when it ' s time to quit. Merium Lowder Prophet 9

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CLASS PROPHECY As I lie here on my couch wondering what tomorrow will be like, and half-way dreading the serious operations which will take place in the many tomorrows, I feel very drowsy and everything becomes blurred. Now every- thing ' s clearing up. But wait a minute! I ' m in a different place and it ' s not 1958 but 1978. Why, I ' m not at home anymore planning my chores for tomorrow, but I ' m in aplace that seems to be New York City. There ' s Brenda Furr. She doesn ' t seemto have chang- ed much except she seems so dignified now. There she goes into that big office building. I guess she works there. But would a secre- tary wear mink? Look at the name on the door of that office. Miss Brenda Furr, Presi- dent. President of what? Oh, now I see! President of Furr Cosmetics Incorporated. Wow! Brenda really did o.k. for herself. This place is getting stuffy, and the picture is fad- ing again. Now I ' m standing in front of someone ' s house. Lets ' see the name on the mailbox. Humm! Mr. and Mrs. Ritchie Deese. That name sounds familiar. Oh, that is Phyllis Hartsell! I think I shall go visit her. Oh dear, Phyllis and Ritchie have two boys and two girls. What a family! Everything ' s blurry again and I seem to be transported to a T. V. studio. Well, there are Joan Westbrook and Billy Lambert singing a duet. Billy seems to be another Pat Boone and Joan another Georgia Gibbs. Good luck, kids! Well of all places to be! A prison camp! I wonder whom I know here. There are two familiar faces, Rayvon Burleson and Larry Coble. Iwonder what they ' re in here for. They don ' t seemed to have a number. Oh! I under- stand, they are wardens. You mean they ' re looking after somebody! That ' s hard to be- lieve after as much mischief as they got into in school. I ' m in the old schoolhouse now. They ' re having algebra class and guess who ' s teach- ing? Carroll Hudson. But why all the noise! Oh! I see. The teacher is asleep. There ' s someone knocking on the door. Why it ' s the principal and a lady principal at that. Who could it be? Nancy Lambert of all people, I ' ll bet she ' ll get Carroll for falling to sleep on duty. I thought she would be married by now. I see her wedding ring so she must have hooked him. As if by magic, I seem to be transported to a movie studio. There are Linda Eudy and Patricia Bowers. The years have wrought many changes in them. They ' re famous movie stars. How lovely they are. Surely there is nothing in the future for them but success. As I leave the studio, I decide to walk down the street and do some shopping. I am so de- ighted with all of the glamorous things that I see that I am about to pass by a studio for fashion designing. The name - Mac ' s Shop intrigues me and I walk in. Up a flight of steps and I come into a modern carpet - covered shop. While I am talkingto the owner and de- signer, Vivian McSwain, two smart-looking models come in. I recognize them as Toby Jean Burleson and Glenda Winfree. While coming out of the studio, I hear the tapping of typewriter keys, so I decide to investigate. The attractive secretary is Patricia Murray, busily at work, so I won ' t bother her. While on a trip to South America I hear they are building a new army base, sol decide to investigate. I can tell that they must have some pretty good contractors by the way things are beginningto take shape. Over there stands one now. He ' s really nice looking from a dis- tance. Wonder what he looks like up close. Let me see, oh! it ' s Donnie Herrin. I see he finally found out that he has a good mind for figures. I mean mathematics, too! After my vacation in South America I re- turn to the United States and visit the Naval Academy at Annapolis. As I stroll about the beautiful campus, I see a handsome instructor over there accompanied by a cute Wave. It ' s Sherrill Hahn, looking good in that uniform. The young lady with him is Nona Smart. She ' s a nurse stationed on the base near Annapolis. 8

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CLASS HISTORY The seniors have at last reached the time when our school history is nearing an end. Our past eleven years have been filled with happiness, joy, fun and sometimes fear, sad- ness, and a few tears. When we entered our other home, Endy School, in 1948, over forty of us didn ' t realize that the next twelve years would pass so fast and end so soon. But here in 1958-1959 we have finally reached our destination. Since most of us distinctly remember entering high school, I shall begin there. Entering the ninth grade, we were happy to see two new faces, Louise Lyall and Larry Troublefield. Later on anew girl from Denton, N. C., Barbara Oakley, also joined us, mak- ing a total of thirty. Our homeroom teacher was Mr. Kenneth Brown, or Coach as most of us called him. Since it was his first year teaching and our first year in high school, both Mr. Brown and students learned quite a lot about high school life. He discovered our favorite pastime was talking” which is still the thing we are most proficient in. Our class play was Great Smokies in which we thor- oughly enjoyed p ar t i c ip at in g . Our class officers were Gerald Almond, president; Louise Lyall, vice-president; Gail Vanderburg, s e c r e t ar y ; Kay Lambert, treasurer; and Vivian McSwain, reporter. In the tenth grade, after becoming famil- iar with the school customs and curriculum, we took part in more activities and school functions. By this time we had lost three of our students, Kay Lambert, Gail Vanderburg, and Larry Troublefield, and later a fourth, Sylvia Tucker. However, to make up for the loss, we had two new additions, Reginia Wat- kins and Wade Stogner, making a grand total of thirty students. Mrs. Thompson was the girls ' homeroom teacher and Mr. Eller was the boys ' homeroom teacher. For the first time we had the thrill of attending the State Fair at Raleigh, which was something new and exciting to each of us. Many in our class made the team in different sports, those being bas- ketball, baseball, and cheerleading. Our class officers were Wade Stogner, president; Gerald Almond, vice-president; Reginia Watkins, Secretary; Phyllis Hartsell treasurer; and Iris Burleson, reporter. With ten boys and twenty-one girls we entered the eleventh grade under the super- vision of Mrs. C. F. Henkel, a year each of us enjoyed tremendously. We had many projects to make money for our expenses, one being our trip to Washington-New York, which was exciting, fun, amazing, and something we will never forget. We lost Lamar Eudy at the be- ginning of the year, we also later lost Larry Shank, Katherine Lambert Burris, and Reggie Whitley, but others filled the vacant seats, one new and another past Endy student; they were Vernona Huggins Efird and Kay Lambert. This left us withtwenty-nine instead of the previous thirty-two. Officers were Vivian McSwain, president; Sherrill Hahn, vice-president; Kay Lambert, secretary; Nancy Lambert, treasur- er; and Merium Lowder, reporter. In the fall of 1958 twenty- eight students walked into the senior class room, with Mrs. Claud Grigg as the class sponsor. The strang- eness of being called Seniors and the reali- zation that this was our last year almost knocked us off our feet. Regretfully we lost two great assets to our class, Vernona Huggins Efird and Barbara Oakley. We did gain one, Carroll Hudson, who has become a friend to all of us. The feeling of slipping our class - rings on our fingers was a dream come true, knowing that the past eleven years had been worth working for that honor. Soon we were busy working on our annual and soliciting ads to help pay for our annual. This proved to be a project, the result of which we hope to be an outstanding annual. Our class officers this year are Sherrill Hahn, president; Carroll Hudson, vice-president; Brenda Furr, secre- tary; Louise Lyall, treasurer; and Reginia Watkins, reporter. We know that our remain- ing school days will include more excitement, thrills, and work, but our greatest thrill will be graduation. From then on our future will be no longer together as a class, but each will go his or her separate way, hoping someday we shall all meet again and talk of our school days. Class Historian Joan Westbrook 10