Enfield High School - Blue Tide Yearbook (Enfield, NC)

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J In the fall of '45 we entered the Freshman Class of Enfield High with thirty-eight members on roll. At first we wandered around like lost sheep, but it wasn't long before we began to fit with ease into freshman life. At first we had Miss Nina Whitaker as our home room teacher, but later in the year Mrs. James Gray took her place. Eddie Hickman was our presi- dent. About the middle of the year we took a most educational trip to Raleigh. The next year we were known as Sophomores. This year several veter- ans joined our class. We had as our home room teacher Miss Lucy Har- r'ington,and Eddie Hickman was again our class president. When we finally became Juniors, our first thoughts were of the Junior- Senior Banquet and Dance for the Seniors. We faced the same problem that all Juniors face - that of raising money. Immediately we set out to achieve our goal. At the fair we had a booth, which proved worthwhile of our time and effort spent there. We also sponsored picture shows, con- tests, and sold drinks and peanuts to raise our needed funds. On April 16th we gave the Junior Senior Banquet and Dance and were happy over the success of this affair. We were proud to have Mrs. Eli Bellamy for our home room teacher and Jane Atkinson as our president to help uswith all the problems that confronted us during the year. Now, with twenty-eight members in our class, we have finally become 'Dignified Seniors . This year we have already given the Senior play, 'Beads on a String , and completed the third edition of the En-Hi-An. We owe many thanks to Miss Dorothy Marks, our home room teacher, for our accomplishments of this year. Jane Atkinson had the honor of again serv- ing as class president. Soon our days in Enfield High will be behind us, but with us we will take all the memories of the days gone-by. Rosa Hearne, Historian. 30

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L , 2. ., .1 E 4 ' Ei Q1 L V . ., 5 F. 5 . K in za gf: sz 5 QSK ' 5 ri 'ZEZZALEE' if Q Sl lllll PlAY in On Thursday, December 16, at 8:00 p.m., the Senior Class presented a rollick- ing three-act comedy: 'Beads ona String . It was the story of Uncle Ben, a multi- millionaire, who decided to leave a portion of his fortune to the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Davis. But they had no daughter - only a son, Bennie who had just become engaged to charming young Molly Mallerton. Therefore the Davises disguised Bennie as a girl named Zezzalee in order to get the inheritance. When Bennie dis- appeared, Ab Dinkler, first class defectiven, was called in on the case. Much gaiety and confusion followed with everyone searching for the missing Bennie. The play ended happily with Bennie getting the girl and the money. Starring in this comedy sensation were: Bennie . . . M. G. Sparks Benjamin Davis Esq.. . . . . . Zezzalee Spooner Keeter Ab Dinkler . . . Kevin Viverette Jeanette Blue. . Junie Purrington Jefferson Davis . . . Bill Mann Harold Beam .... Jack Wood Mrs. Davis .... Anne Cousins Cleopatra ...... Jo Fagala Between the acts was singing by the Four Men of Melodyg Alton Gossett, Jr. Edwin McCutchin, Eddie Hickman, and Wilbur Weeks. They were accompanied by Mrs. Alton Gossett, Sr. The production was well-received, and the Seniors are proud of their success. THE CAST V

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MASS PRIIPHICY This little crystal sphere holds all of the past and all of the future. It can reveal the hidden and make known the secret. I have been asked to search in its magic depths imtil I discover the future that awaits the members of our class. The mist is clearing. I see a building, a tall building. I hear music. I see a sign which reads Mann's Musical Metropolis - Dancing of all Kinds Taught Here by W. M. Mann, Jr. . Once a week the New Yorkers get a glimpse of the world-famous Enfield Hop which is taught by Professor Mann, who is said to be a combination of Arthur Murray and Fred Astaire. The scene shifts to a display room of a large gown establishment. A fashion show is in progress. One of the models is exceptionally graceful. It is none other than our own Jane Atkinson, the chief model of the establishment. And now the scene grows strange. An orchestra is seated awaiting the signal to play, but there is silence. This is the broadcasting room of a radio station. The orchestra begins to play a merry, fantastic dance tune. The leader steps to the mike. Yes, Isee him clearly now. Who do you think it is? Why it is Eddie Hickman, .Tazz King of the. Nation. And now I see a lovely college town.There is a crowd in the chapel. A new presi- dent of the college is being inaugurated. Here she comes now, looking most impressive in her cap and gown. She is received with marked enthusiasm and appears to be en- joying herself immensely. It is our studious schoolmate, Anne Cousins. How strange! I see a room in great disorder and a man down on all fours, looking at the rug through a magnifying glass. In one pocket is a notebook labelled Clues . In the other is a pair ofhandcuffs. He acts very peculiarly. Now he rises. He turns toward me, and I recognize him. It is Kevin Viverett. This is a result of the Senior Play he was in in '49. What! Abasketball court? There is a great crowd. It is the half and the cheerleaders are doing a wonderful job. Why I do believe that is Barbara Griffin on the front row. She always said that when she made her first million she would widen all basketball gyms so the cheerleaders would have room enough for all their actions. Again we have a large room, empty but for two people, and a microphone. A man comes to the microphone and says a few words. As he turns, I can, see that it is our old friend, Wilbur Weeks, who has achieved his ambition to be a radio announcer. He gives a signal to a second person, and when she comes forward, I realize she is some- one I know. It is my old school pal, Jean Bobbitt, the class gossip, She now has her own radio program, Jean's Juicy Gossip. The mists close in, and when they rise, it is three o'clock in the morning. A huge truck comes down the city street and pauses at the janitor's entrance of each apartment house. A man delivers a rack of milk bottles and drives on down the street. It is Jack Wood, proprietor and owner of a large dairy farm, making the delivery himself, just for fun. Iremember that in the old days he always liked to sit up all night and that undoubtedly explains his choice of occupation. I hear tinkling guitars and the surf breaking on a coral strand. It is Hawaii, the paradise of the world. Under one of the palms I see a figure of a woman with at0111'iSt guide in her hand. As she looks up, I see that it is Doris Sledge who is seeing the world as she always said she would. I am looking down a long, white, silent, hall with numbered doors on each side. It is the corridor of a hospital. Coming up the steps, I see our own .To Fagala, now super- intendent of nurses at Johnston-Willis Hospital in Richmond Virginia. 31