Farmer High School - Far Echoes Yearbook (Asheboro, NC)

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As FRESHMEN we had a tacky party. DON RICH GENEVA SAUNDERS RICH BOBBY RIDGE JUDY THORNBURG ROBBINS RUTH SAWYER BRENDA SMALL BAXTER SURRATT

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I CLASS SONG CLASS POEM The time has passed so swiftly by, the days have come and gone. The joy's we've shared, the friends who've cared forever linger on. The memories of days gone by, of those both good and bad Will stay with us through coming years, and leave us all so sad. Our parents, teachers, and our friends have helped us day by day. I We wish to thank you for your help through all our high school days. Our goals are high, the paths are long, the future seems so bright, Please help us God, to do our best, as we depart tonight. Song writer, Marlene Briles CLASS HISTORY Four years ago the Senior Class of 1964 entered high school. We probably did not look like high school stu- dents, but it did not take long for us to get accustomed to our new adventure. Our Freshman advisors were Miss Loberta McNeill and Mr. Talmadge Williams. We elected our class officers: Ronda Hunt, President; Linda Gallimore, Vice President; Barbara Wood, Secretary; and Phil Poole, Treasurer. We enjoyed several parties during our Freshman year. Before we knew it, the year was completed and we were Sophomores. Our Sophomore advisors were Miss Judith Aycock and Mrs. Mary Watson. Our class officers were Curvey Brower, President; Cheryl Poole, Vice President; Hal Hodgin, Secretary; Glenda Sprinkle, Treasurer; and Linda Brown and Dianne McDowell, Reporters. Those receiving the honor of being tapped into the Beta Club were: Rebecca Wall, Ronda Hunt, Marlene Briles, Linda Gallimore, Mary Quick, and Shirley Hughes. Our activities that year included a trip to the State Fair. In 1962 we received the title of Juniors, which made us feel very proud. Our advisors were Mrs. Betty Sue Miller and Mr. Charles Williard. Our class officers were Johnny Kearns, President; Shirley Hughes, Vice President; Ronda Hunt, Secretary; Cheryl Poole, Treasurer; and Barbara Wood, Reporter. Johnny Kearns received the honor of being tapped into the Beta Club. Of course, we were looking forward to ordering our class rings, which we would receive after becoming Seniors. We began preparation for the banquet which took place in the National Guard Armory in Asheboro. We chose blue and white as our class colors, and the white rose as our flower. Our motto is: All Roads Worth taking Lead Up Hill. We were very proud to help with commencement because we felt we were nearing our goal as Seniors. Those chosen as Marshals were Rebecca Wall and Johnny Kearns, Co-Chiefs; other marshals were Ronda Hunt, Marlene Briles, Linda Gallimore, and Shirley Hughes. We were very sorry to see the Seniors leave but we were happy to take their places. And then in 1963 we returned as Seniors. It did not take us very long to realize the duties we had to take over. We were all proud of our class rings because we felt we had earned wearing them. Our advisors were Mrs. Katharine Clarke and Mr. Robert Allen. Our class officers were Kenneth Hunt, President; Geraldene Cagle, Vice President; Dianne McDowell, Secretary; Eddie Morris, Treasurer; and Ronda Hunt and Rebecca Wall, Reporters. Our most important task was to publish the best Far Echoes ever. The annual staff was selected and they got down to work. Plans were made for the selling of magazines and for our trip to Washington. For twelve years we have shared the joys and sorrows that came to us. We are very grateful to our teachers, parents, and friends who have helped us reach our goal. As we part, each in his own direction, may we always be led by the Almighty God, and be able to look back at the many memories of our school years at Farmer High School. Our scrapbooks are open, and what do they hold? Some memories of iron, some memories of gold. Dances and ballgames, our life in a whirl, Some certain boy, or that special girl. All that lies behind us--the Banquet, the teams Those past things a memory--our future, a dream. And though it hold boredom, or joy, or woe, Our life is before us--we've mires yet to go. Poem writer, Rebecca Wall Historian, Shirley Hughes ■ 1