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

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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.

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Fav Uae Pg tt State: North Carolina County: Henderson Township: Flat Rock We, the members of the class of 1947, having struggled through four years of hard, gruelling labor at Flat Rock, and having learned so much (what am I saying??!!) leave our most cherished possessions to the rest of the school: Possession I. The Seniors of 1947 will their chief talents, Post Office and “21”, perfected after years of diligent practice, to the following class. The English class leaves sound-proof walls and ceilings to Mrs. Loflin’s Classes. We gladly leave the battered old radiator in the Science Lab, which banged our brains out in Economics. Class, to the sufferers of 1947-48. To Miss Crosby’s Home Economics Department, we leave a bushel of bobbins and all the needles in the world; and we just dare one to “accidentally” walk out of the door. To the Science Laboratory, we leave some desks which can be fastened to the floor, due to angry complaints that the old ones often walked out of their places. To Mrs. Sinclair's Typing classes we leave all the type- writers to anyone that she may count upon making those, Oh! how dreaded, honor rolls. She’ll need em too. Mrs. Crawford’s second year French class leaves. its amazing versions of the lessons to the next year’s class. The boys in the Physics class leave their “uplifting” stories, which are softly whispered, to the next year’s Physics class. To Mrs. Sinclair and her homeroom, we leave all those, Oh! how nicely behaved, Juniors, hoping they won’t for- get to “drop” by homeroom in the morning. In gratitude for her entertaining French Classes, the second year class leaves Mrs. Crawford a brand-new- custom built radiator to sit on while knitting. Possession II. Richard Collins beaueaths those perfectly “heart-break- ing’ ways to any Junior who can get by with them. Ralph Middleton wills those flirtatious eye-lashes to Roy Duncan, and that most becoming “mustache” to Per- ry Fisher. Glenn Kent, Ralph Middleton. and Walker New- some gladly leave their Navy careers to any seventeen year old suckers. V. T. Jones leaves his way with the teachers to Betty Jo Beddingfield and Clara Mae Orr. Geneva Hyder leaves her “blushing cheeks” to anyone who has the same trouble. AND TESTAMENT Ruth Laughter leaves her brilliance in bookkeeping to anyone less fortunate in the following class. Elsie Bayne wills her quietness to Frances Justus. Make use of the bequeathment, Frances. Glenn Kent leaves his “razor” to anyone who thinks he can get up in the morning, shave, eat, and catch the school bus. Vera Whitesides bequeaths her title, “The Most Beauti- ful Girl at Flat Rock High,” to Jane Ella Bell. Arzella Newsome leaves her neatness to Vernia Heath- erly. “To be sweet, you must keep neat.” Bobby Sherman, Glenn Kent, Charles Lockaby, and Clayton Croom, leave their song entitled “My Aunt has Tuberculosis,” to those Junior boys who have singing ability equal to theirs. Dewey Patterson bequeaths his “perfect attendance” record to Clarence Kilpatrick. Keep up the good record, Clarence. Dixie Gibbs wills her ability to out-talk the teachers to any Junior who is optimistic enough to try it. Faye (Lard) Bane leaves her “figure” to Katherine Powell. Keep it well “rounded,” Kat. Walker Newsome reluctantly wills his success with the girls to William Morrison. Don’t get “Chicken,” Willy. Joyce Hisey wills her “giggles” in French class to Verda Shipman. You'll have to giggle loudly to beat her, Verda. Alta Mae Laughter, feeling very sympathetic, leaves her big mouth to Clara Mae Orr. Charles Lockaby leaves his bus to anyone who can get it out of “Turkeypaw Holler” early enough. Take it away, boys! Katherine Williams leaves her dignity to some of those “Wild” Juniors. Ruby Johnson leaves her office job to anyone who cares to run their legs off hunting Mr. Justus. Edith Pace leaves her “Love for Navy” to any Junior who can get that sweet love. Williavene Pace leaves her shorthand notes to Verda Shipman. Connie Laughter wills her sweet and wonderful per- sonality to Joyce Huggins. Otis Camp, feeling very sorrowful, leaves his excellent grades to Norman Jones and Darrell Hammett, knowing they will need them. Grace Drake wills her beautiful sweaters to anyone who can figure out what’s on them. Woo! Woo! Julia Page wills her flaming passion for Guy Madison to anyone who can surpass her in collecting his pictures. Forrest Nash leaves his ability to play the piano, which he keeps to himself. to all those who refuse to play in chapel. Sarah Cantini wills her dislike for boys to Dovie Stepp. Go to it, Dovie. Margie Case leaves her ability to receive expensive jewelry from old bachelors to Velma Toney. Bobby Sherman leaves his sweet and innocent look to Robert Lockaby. Clayton Croom wills his reputation as a heart-breaker to Herbert Justus. Watch it, Herbert. Valma Corne leaves those lovely manners to Sylvia Corne. Keeping it in the family, you know. In witness there-of, the Class of 47 has to this will, written on one sheet of paper bag (carefully salvaged from the waste can), set its hand and seal this twenty-first day of January, Anno Domini, one thousand nine hun- dred and forty-seven. Clayton Croom, Testator.