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

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MOST ATHLETIC BEST MANNERS Frances Cornwell, Billy Redmond Jackie Justice, Arthur Huggins TEACHERS’ PET MOST INTELLECTUAL Pat Levi, Ed Stepp Matilda Bell, Dan Pace

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NEATEST WIT TIEST Mae Jones, Rayford Hart Faye McGraw, H. C. McCall Superlatives FRIENDLIEST QUIETEST June Hill, Bobby Mullinax Betty Sue Ivester, Jack Freeman

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Class Complacute As we pass out of Flat Rock High, we will let a few of our complaints be known in the hope that this school may be benefited by them. Our giving tickets to those who throw down papers hasn't worked out so well. Maybe someday at Flat Rock there will be a clean school with no need of ever mentioning the word don't. For several years the Senior classes have complained because they didn't have a place to put their books where they could be sure of finding them when they looked for them. Our class is no different, but we do have the hope of getting lockers before the year is out. However, we Seniors still need new desks badly. We don't have enough desks to go around, and the ones we have are very weak contraptions. If we could have some music in this school, it wouldn't seem so dull, and we would all feel, look and act better. Everybody wants to get out of here so fast when the day is over that it looks and sounds like an erupting volcano. You can't make us believe the statement that education is free -- not after we've gone to this institution five years. We've caused our parents to go bankrupt, and now we have to get excused early to work out money ourselves. Our typing fee has alway been outrageously high, and this year it is higher. We can't figure it out -- unless it is because of the increase in the prices of different makes of cars and high heels. Mr. Ward shouldn't look so mean at the students in his room. We heard one girl screaming like she had seen a ghost. She might have just received a test and saw how many questions she had to answer in just one hour. We thought the teachers were supposed to obey the rules too, but we saw Mr. Rogers jumping high on the gym floor in his number elevens. We know he shouldn't forget the rules. If we want to cross the hall, we have to look both ways to see if Mrs. Rogers is speeding along, and if she is -- just to be safe we wait until she passes. We are grateful for the bigger lunch room this year, but it does look like Mrs. Mansfield would get tired of making big barrels of hot soup every Friday. What this school must be coming to, with teachers like we have. One of our eighth grade teachers is never serious -- always giggling; our eco- nomics teacher will be saying something, then her mind will go blank, and our principal has to get his sleep at school. If our study hall gets any more crowded, the teacher will do well if he can close the door. Before we overdo a good privilege, we will end our complaints with best wishes for the class of '53. Class Prophecy As I sit in Mrs. Sinclair's English class, daydreaming, a peculiar fancy comes over me. The blackboards fade away; time is moved up ten years and the seniors of nineteen-hundred fifty-two are going about their daily work. Martha Blythe is still jerking sodas at Economy Drug Com- pany. Maxcy Young, owner of Young's Awning Company, has the motto, 26