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

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LAM IE (AVIS AMIN TI WDE ooh IE ANIL, I) TL Being of sound (?) mind and vigorous body, we, the Senior Class of Flat Rock High School, do hereby leave our last will and testament. To our helpful and inspiring principal and faculty we leave thoughts of deep gratitude for the help they have given us and for the memories of the joyous days we have spent here. Roy Duncan leaves his Hillbilly Hit Tunes and the sweet formula for the manufacture of Sky Blue Lipstick to “Lone- some” Weldon Meadows. Frances Justus leaves her long legs to Marie Nichols. Joyce Huggins leaves her “wire hair’ to Oveta Moss in hopes that Oveta can find a diesel engine to roll it and some rivets to hold it down. Clara Mae Orr leaves her “gift of gab” to Betty Jean Newman Katherine Powell leaves her brilliant (2) record in French to Beatty Saunders. Betty Dean Cornwall wills her flaming locks to J. C. Burrell. Verda Shipman leaves her pleasing plumpness to Alice Gilbert. Charles Blackwell leaves his “suh-thern” drawl to anyone slow enough to keep pace with it. Dorothy Justus leaves her friendly disposition and “squint” eyes to Charlotte Perry. Doris Orr and Mildred Mintz bequeath their bond of undying friendship to Sylva Smith and Theresa Jones. Norman “Doubtful” Jones leaves his general misunderstanding of Macbeth to Bobby Cairnes. Dovie Blythe leaves her role as an ideal wife to Alma Stepp. Perry Fisher, not wishing to seem unfair, is selling his basketball suit to the highest bidder at an auction in the gym. The time will be announced later. Perry also leaves his cud of chewing gum to Anita Hamilton, fondly believing that although he has nearly worn it out during his Senior year, there is life in the old wad yet. Anita, exercise it faithfully every day in English Class. Jane Ella Bell leaves her dark beauty to Carolyn Cronic. Herman Fisher leaves his good disposition and love of brunettes to Harold Thompson. Eva Blythe and Lois Edmundson leave their typewriter to anyone using the “seek and ye shall find” system. Robert Lockaby leaves his Model-T Ford to the business staff of the Annual of ’49. Betty Jo Beddingfield leaves her “toothpaste” smile to Christiner Coates. Robert Fain leaves his neatness to C. M. Jones. Elizabeth Jones leaves her “petiteness” to Mary Alice Freeman and would like to take Mary Alice’s brother in return. Herbert Justus leaves his heartbreaker tactics to Henry Condrey, hoping that they will work as well for Henry as they did for him. Lohren Guice wills his chewing gum and dark eyes to Gus Robinson. Louise Satterfield and Gussie Bayne just leave. Frederick Dorsey leaves his deep baritone voice to James Roper. Clarence Kilpatrick, having a stingy nature, decided to take everything with him. Margaret Burns leaves her shyness to Pauline Stepp. William Morrison leaves his outstanding scholastic record to Jock Blois. Darrell Hammett leaves his horselaugh to Hubert Halford. Elizabeth Edwards wills her blushing ways to Beulah Smith. And I, Helen Drake, leave my red-rimmed harlequin glasses to Mr. Justus, who usually forgets to bring his to class. Signed and sealed this 30th day of February, 1948. Hexen Drake, Class Attorney

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SENIOR CLASS Sails Pai In the fateful year of 1936, the class of ‘48 entered school. Most of us started our school careers at East Flat Rock, Valley Hill, or Tuxedo. Those students entering East Flat Rock were: Betty Jo Beddingfield, Charles Black- well, Dovie Blythe, Betty Dean Cornwell, Roy Duncan, Elizabeth Edwards, Robert Fain, Lohren Guice, Darrell Hammett, Elizabeth Jones, Norman Jones, Frances Justus, Robert Lockaby, Katherine Powell, and Louise Satterfield. The following began their school life at Valley Hill: Helen Drake, Herman Fisher, Perry Fisher, Herbert Justus, Mildred Mintz, and Doris Orr. Those who entered school at Tuxedo were: Gussie Bayne, Margaret Burns, Frederick Dorsey, Joyce Huggins, and Verda Shipman. William Morrison began school at Newland, North Carolina; Eva Blythe at Dana; Lois Ed- mundson at Fruitland, and Clara Orr at Hendersonville. In the ninth grade, Clarence Kilpatrick came to us from Hendersonville, and Norman Jones, who had been a Flat Rock renegade in Hendersonville for a year or so, rejoined our class. In the eleventh grade Jane Ella Bell came to us from Fort Worth, Texas. During this year, we were much honored by the addition to our roll the names of Charles Blackwell, Lohren Guice, and Robert Fain. ‘These boys had decided two or three years ago that there was nothing at Flat Rock for them to learn. So they deserted us-and went to Hendersonville to learn a lot. They did learn a lot. ‘They learned that there’s no place in the world quite as fine as Flat Rock High School. We were glad also to have Dorothy Justus and Mildred Mintz from Hendersonville join us this year. And Doris Orr came to us from Baltimore, Maryland, and has been a very popular mem- ber of our class this year. Helen Drake, who was with us during a part of the 8th and 10th grades, rejoined us this year. She came from Birmingham, Alabama. Herman Fisher, an Ex-G. I. and an old Flat Rocket, entered the Senior Class this year, and it has been like old times, having him around again. As our last year of high school draws to a close, we look back on the years with mixed feeling. We regret our many mistakes, but hope that we have profited by them. We rejoice in our accom- plishments, and cherish the memories of the many happy days spent here, and are grateful for the experiences we had and for the friendships made here. Eva BLyTHE

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(EVRA Stopes ean Rte al peat I was sitting in the algebra class. [The afternoon was warm. Spring was in the air, and | found some difhculty concentrating my attention on the hgure X. The voice of the teacher was indistinct and finally became inaudible. ‘lhe figure X, strangely enough, was no longer a letter written in chalk on the blackboard. The blackboard itseit had become a kind ot platform or stage, dark curtains inclosing the space. And the figure X had changed into another kind of figure — quite shapely. And it had a familiar look to me, somehow. On the dark curtain behind the figure, huge letters appeared, and they gradually became very luminous. I read them with amazement. ‘Lhe letters were | 9 5 8. And in the light ot their brightness I recog- nized the shapely figure standing in front of them as that of my class- mate, betty Jo Beddingfield. Betty Jo was a grown-up young lady, modeling a bathing suit. Then it came to me that the impossible had happened, and [ was looking ten years into the future. When Betty Jo’s figure disappeared, a spotlight shone from some- where and lighted up the countenance of another old member of the class of 1948. He was seated in a brand-new P-80. Just before he took off I read the advertisement written on the sides of the plane. It said, IF IT’S MOVEABLE WE MOVE IT TRANSPORT COM- PANY. Clarence Kilpatrick, owner and manager. Perry Fisher came on the stage and showed me that he had become a BIG SHOT. He was manager of the A and P store of Henderson- ville. He had been promoted from his job of chief window-washer. Fred Dorsey came on the scene wearing spikes. He was playing baseball for the Yankees. I saw Roy Duncan, the forlorn cowboy, trying to herd cattle on a motorcycle, and he was singing, “No Letter Today”. Robert Fain had invented a better mousetrap and the public was really beating a path to his door. Joyce Huggins was getting rich on her chicken farm. And although my glimpse of her was brief, I think I saw some other young things — not just baby chicks. Dovie Stepp, er — ah, Blythe, was having trouble with the triplets, but that was to be expected. Katherine Powell had taken over the inspector’s job at the rug plant. She was supposed to see “if there are any strings attached to them.” Verda Shipman, when she could spare the time from her favorite pastime of joke-telling, was acting as man- ager of Green River Cotton Mills, her main duties consisting of keeping the boll weevils out. Gussie Bayne was bookkeeping for Sears Roebuck. After a number of years in business, this company had finally decided to get somebody who could really keep books. They found Gussie, and will never be satisfied with anyone else. Frances Justus had a program on the radio. She to!d housewives how to make soup from week-long left- overs. She used to work in the lunchroom at Flat Rock High, you know. Eva Blythe was happily married and was quite busy looking after four kids. But Eva had help though. Her old side-kick, Lois Edmundson, was County Health Nurse, and often when her work at the schools and hospitals was over, she dropped in to see how Eva’s family was. Between the two, they kept everyone healthy. Elizabeth Jones was working at a store, and after looking very hard at the sign, I could finally make out that it was OGILVIE FREEMAN — Dry Goods and Groceries. Doris Orr was a lawyer with an office in Asheville. She had been admitted to the bar at the age of 21, break- ing some kind of record, or sump’n. Louise Satterfield was a farmer’s wife, but I didn’t manage to learn his name. I saw her, up bright and early, leaving the house with two milk pails in her hand. a Helen Drake, as cute as ever, was in politics. She was using her persuasive ways to get herself elected to ongress. I was really surprised to see Dorothy Justus teaching school. But she was not just an ordinary teacher. Oh, no! She was head of the department of English at the University of North Carolina. And Mildred Mintz had also taken up the noble profession, and was teaching mathematics at Furman Univer- sity in Greenville, S. C. Elizabeth Edwards had attained fame as author of a best-selling book entitled, HOW TO CONTROL YOUR TEMPER, THOUGH REDHEADED. And bless my soul, Margaret Burns was Elizabeth’s secretary. It took both of them to keep the autograph hounds away from the door. Jane Ella Bell was doing all right too. She was acting for Warner Brothers. She was starring with Lohren Guice in a picture called THE BUTLER STRIKES BACK. Betty Dean Cornwell was playing basketball with the All-American Redheads. And Clara Mae Orr wes on the same team. Clara Mae said she would rather dye than let Betty Dean get the better of her, especially since that Shealy boy was one of the official referees. Robert Lockaby was still running along. He was the champion long-distance runner of the United States. Following close behind Robert, I saw Norman Jones and Darrell Hammett, his managers, in the old Model T. It also was still doing its duty. William Morrison, the BRING THEM BACK DEAD trapper, was supplying Charles Blackwell’s Persian Lamb Coat Company with rabbit skins. I saw Herman Fisher in the same old rut — the one that leads to Bettie Pace’s house. He still hadn’t popped the question. I wondered as I gazed if he would let his shyness ruin his whole life, and hers. But look! I saw someone else coming into view on that lighted platform — a very important someone. I became tense with excitement when I realized that it was me, er, myself! I mean it was I. I braced myself to get a good look at that handsome figure — “Herbert Justus, will you please wake up!” It was Miss Osteen’s voice which broke into my consciousness. i pee ee my eyes. “Look at problem 48 on the board, and explain to the class what that figure X stands for and why. Oh, woe! If she had only let me dream just a few minutes longer! Henrsert Justus 748