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

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CLASS COMPLAINTS Before we get the green light from good ’ole Flat Rock High there are just one or two things we’d like to know. (Will someone please answer instead of counting them?) First of all, did Mr: Justus sign a contract with Mrs. Fitzpatrick stating that first period would be eliminated under no circumstances, including an air raid? If we must include English in our High School studies, why must we have the likes of Mrs. Loflin as teacher: The only English our male population can think of is such expressions as “WOW”, “Holy Cow”, and a few others rarely used in good literature. If Miss Osteen must ring the bell each day, why must she use an alarm clock that gains fifteen minutes each night and loses an hour each day? In speaking of Mr. Justus we reverently inquire; must he be partial to red-heads? We won’t have it, Mr. Justus; we’ll dye first. Another thing we wish to inquire about is Mrs. Craw- ford’s lunchroom privileges. She’s no better than we, so why is she permitted to eat from the garbage can while we are forced to eat whatever our lunchroom ladies decide to dish out? And why, if the Home Economics girls can have sewing machines to play with and stoves to make those delicate eatables, can’t the boys have billiard tables and slot machines in the Agriculture Building to pass a few odd moments in a likewise pleasant manner? And why, may we ask, does the fifth period Physics Class have to be the County’s Book-keepers by figuring how much it costs to operate our buses, keep them in repair, and an accurate account of their passengers, who they are, where they live, etc. We ask you, Mr. Justus, “Ts that Physics?” Please, can’t someone convince Mrs. Sinclair that being excused from school is a much better head-ache remedy than an aspirin and a few minutes on the office couch? With the gymnasium roof full of holes, lighting system ka-flooey, heating system composed of two over-size laun- dry heaters, bleachers all splinters and nails, we usually end each game with a greater showing of underwear than school spirit. Until these casualties cease we suggest as our theme song: “Roll Out The Barrel.” If anything gets on our nerves it’s a scratching or squeek, Won’t some student work up enough nerve to ask Mrs. Crawford to wear clothes that won’t screech while sliding up and down a radiator? How can we be duly proud of our high school with a boarding house for pigs decorating the south-end of our soft-ball field? May we, dear authorities, have permission to build a Bar-B-Q stand in front of Mr. Franklin’s pig pen? Jitterbugging, Jumping rope, screaming, yelling, and flirting is all right in its place, but Miss Crosby is a teacher and should be reprimanded for such conduct on the school property—Don’t you think so? We'd like to be sacred enough to ask about some Bibli- cal character, so—Wouldn’t Noah be surprised if he knew that Flat Rock High has preserved well and is still using the furniture he had in the Ark? With all this on the records, Heaven pity the senior who makes a point of returning next year for an advanced course. But, teachers, please have yourselves referred to as ladies and gentlemen through-out the years that follow by taking advantage of the implied suggestions of the foregoing complaints. Glenn Kent.

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BU SS Ue he As I gaze soulfully into my (t)rusty old crystal ball, I see the Senior Class of 1947 doing some very odd and exciting things some ten or twenty years hence. The first person to come into view in this magic sphere is Clayton Croom, very harassed with managing his huge chain of shoe-repairing stores. “Fading in” now is—RICHARD COLLINS!!! And he’s handing out autographed pictures of himself to swooning bobby-soxers in front of M-G-M studios. And look who’s standing beside him! Why, it’s Vera White- sides—‘““Miss America—1947.” Now I see Gracie Drake, the darling of New York Cafe Society, buying a new mirror at Sak’s. Seems her old one is covered with scratches from her engagement rings. My, what a lovely country landscape I see in this crystal ball! But here comes Charles Lockaby rattling by in his Greyhound bus. Quite a change from the orange and silver job he drives now. Judging by the insignia on his resplendent Marine uni- form as it appears in the crystal ball, V. T. Jones will be another of those history-making 4-star generals. Next vision to appear in the prophetic sphere is Dixie Gibbs, Senator from North Carolina. She’s famous now that she has “out-filibustered”’ Senator Bilbo. ‘Those in A position to know say she plans to try and oust Presi- dent Otis Camp from the White House come next election. Got a glimpse of Joyce Hisey as she flew by “barn- storming” in her hopped-up P-38. Why, there’s Glenn Kent, the famous author of How to Win Friends and Influence Teachers or How to Make a Moonshine Stil. He is lying under the old apple tree, dictating his tenth dime novel to his secretary, Ruby Johnson. Conversing with him is Margie Case, author of the highly successful How We Live on Pigs-Feet and Turnip Greens. Geneva Hyder, Inspector No. 999999, is giving Sara Cantini’s factory for manufacturing “chocolate covered onions” the once-over. What’s that big building? And who are these two harassed girls doing the work? Connie and Ruth Laugh- ter. co-owners and operators of Dixie-Dime Store. Seems that Julia Page is following in her mother’s footsteps. That white nurse’s uniform is going to be very becoming. And working in the same hospital is an- other fine nurse, Elsie Bayne. My, look at Bobby Sherman in that big office sur- rounded by secretaries and clerks. And no wonder! He is the much-loved-by-the-children author of funny books. His latest—“Croom-face vs. The Penguin.” Walker Newsome seems to be affiliated with THE ACME TWINE CO. They use that “line” of his tor making string. Katherine Williams has founded the highly exclusive Musical Academy for Girls. Mrs. Gerald Fowler, or simply Alta Mae Laughter, scems to be very busy with her children. Also worrying with her triplets is the former Arzella Newsome. Ralph Middleton, in his usual good-natured way, furnishes all these housewives with bread from his bakery. Dewey Patterson, still in school clothes, appears sitting disconsolately on the steps of Georgia Tech. He’s trying to obtain admittance on the merits of his high school attendance record. Thinking of their constant friendship at Flat Rock, the door labeled “Pace, Pace, and Bane, Attorneys-at- Law” is no surprise. Edith, Williavene and Faye are bound to stick together. [ don’t suppose that Sherlock Holmes will be spoken of any more. Forrest Nash, DETECTIVE EXTRA- ORDINARY, complete with checkered hat and magni- fying glass, appears scanning the glass in the crystal ball for the clues to his latest case. Valma Corne is looking very lovely sitting at that grand piano, soloing with the New York Philharmonic at Carnegie Hall. I can easily see in my crystal ball where most of us will be during and after this life, but restrictions on language and prophecying pr event any further printed comments. Dixie Gibbs.

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