Flat Rock High School - Parade Yearbook (Flat Rock, NC)

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194.7 BOBBY SHERMAN “Light-hearted, gay and full of fun, es he’s serious when there’s work to be done.” Basketball, 3, 4; Rocket Staff, 1, 2; Itamatics. 144°. C.47- Club, 3; Beta Club, 3, 4; Annual Staff, 4; Class Pre- sident, 2; Class Vice- President, 3, 4; Hobby, Good- Looking Women. VERA WHITESIDES “A lovely, charming girl is she, We'll always ees of her pleasantly.” Beta Club, aera ts ramatics, 3° ale 3, i Basketball, Jd: Glee Club, Hobby, Chewing Gum and Tee KATHARINE WILLIAMS “Katharine is dignified; but, never fear, Her friendly good nature is more than sincere. 3) C4(eGlubms ale 7Ay, 3° Glee Club,’ 2 Class Vice-President, 1; Annual Staff, 4; Dramatics, 1, 4; Hobbies, Music and Reading.

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WILLAVENE PACE “Sweet, quiet, ambitious, sincere. Wil- lavene’s a jewel and such a dear.” BetasGluby2.3. 44D ramaticse2 01t- balle2 C47 Ss eGlee Glubeezce hens 3; Hobby, Music. DEWEY PATTERSON “He has loads of life, and vim, and pep —May this always be his rep.” Basketball ise2- 3p re Aol eee eae C47, 3; Hobby, Shooting Billiards and Playing Twenty-One. JULIA PAGE “Julia is capable, dependable too— Persons like her are only too few.” C’47-Club; 3:. Dramatics 2:31 5 aes 4; Softball, 3; Hobby, Music. HELEN PARRIS “Helen is always sweet and kind, The friend we always lke to find.” . C’47 Club, 3; Hobbies, Music and Reading.

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Valedictory B KATHERINE WILLIAMS Classmates, as the time has come for us to pause in Life’s busy day and say farewell to these familiar haunts, to these teachers whom we have learned to love, and to each other, we have feelings both of sadness and gladness. We are sad as we realize that we are writing “Finis” at the close of one chapter in Life’s Book; but this is not the end but the Com- mencement of our lives. What our lives are to be depends greatly upon the foundations we have been building for them in our High School years. We are happy to know that we have completed our course of study here and have climbed one step higher in the heights or knowledge. Teachers, at this time we wish to thank you for everything you have done for us and for your patience and guidance during these four years of high school; and we trust that in the future Flat Rock High School will be glad to claim its former students. As we separate, may we be fired with a zeal and determination to do with a cheerful heart the work that God appoints, and to be worthy citizens of the greatest republic and the grandest nation in all the world. To all that’s dear to us we cannot say good-bye but rather adieu until we meet again. The garden of the world is a paradise of miracles and wonders that only those who have their inner sight wide open to the infinite mysteries of life may ever recognize. In every tiny seed is the eternal glory of creation; in every blossom, the promise of the greater possibility of which Gh ulatory the fruit is the perfect fulfillment. Someone has written: “A poppy seed—it lies in the hand, a grain of dust, motionless, unlovely, dead. Yet By think what it holds! The cool grey-green of upward-springing stalks and DIXIE GIBBS leaves; the compact calyx, studded with its hundreds of protecting hairs; and within, crumpled like a baby’s hand, the exquisite, shining silk of gorgeous petals—sunset-rose, faint, misty white, bold, magnificent scarlet —all this in an atom of dust.” Tonight, we, as a class, are just pushing out from the tiny seed to grow upward into the perfect expression of maturer life. All these years we have been sheltered in from the tiny sphere of the seedling, protected by the shell from the rougher elements of the soil and air and played upon by every nourishing force that was necessary for our unfoldment. Within ourselves has lain dormant every possibility our future may be able to manifest. No effort of Nature has been spared to awaken each spark of life in us to individual expression, and to assist the vital thing within to come forth at this time to manifest to the world the wonderful reality of its being. Is it not we who are outsiders, seeking for admission to your association and favor? Is it not we, who, though we have now the pleasure and privilege of entertaining you for an hour at this turn of the road, must yet step forth and demand our share in all that has been yours for so long? Then, while we do truly thank you most humbly for coming, and trust you may have every cause to long remember with a thrill of pleasure the associations of this hour, we yet feel that we must also ask your forbear- ance and kindly sympathy, and crave from each of you as we step forth into your midst, the warm handshake and cordial smile that will assure us of your joy at bidding us welcome.