Franklin High School - Laurel Leaf Yearbook (Franklin, NC)

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THE LAUREL LEAF I, Betty Sloan, willingly leave my neck to Clyde Berry; to Grace McClure I leave my ability of accomplishing everything I undertake. I, Frances Paul, do hereby leave my sweet disposition to Hazel Penland. I, Elmer Roten, do hereby will and bequeath my attraction for the ladies to Jack Sherrill. I, Laura Jacobs, bequeath my dignity to Dorothy Stewart. I, Beatrice Mozeiy, leave my smile to Lucy Cabe, hoping that it will bring her many friends. I, Lois Ferguson, do hereby will and bequeath my love of school work to Nancy Justice. I, William McGuire, do hereby will and bequeath my oratorical ability to Lake Ledford. I, Ora Sue Hunnicutt, leave my profession of vamping to Freda Siler. 1, Nat Phillips, leave my ability to play baseball to Rogers Sutton. I, Lovicia Justice, do hereby will and bequeath to Margaret Cunningham my own style of combing my hair; also my wit. I, Fred Cunningham, do hereby wi.l and bequeath my place in study hall to anyone whom Miss Mozeiy chooses. I, Tim Crawford, bequeath my ability to pronounce French to Elizabeth Cunning¬ ham. I, Glenn Ray, leave my good looks and school-girl complexion to George Carpenter with the advice that he use Octagon soap on all occasions. I, Elizabeth Barnard, bequeath my beautiful hair to Susan McClure. I, Bill Higdon, do hereby will and bequeath my old boots to Thomas Johnston trusting that he will make as much noise as 1 have. To our audience here this evening, we bequeath our congratulations on the fact that they have had the good fortune to be present at the class day exercises of the great class of ’26. The memory of this evening will be something for everyone to hand down to posterity. In the years to come, it will be a mark of distinction for anyone to be able to say that he was a member of the audience at these exercises. ELIZABETH BARNARD. Page Twenty-three

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THE LAUREL LEAF last Wll att Ui ' strtmrnt itf thr Class uf State of North Carolina, Covin ' y of Macon, Franklin High School. We, the class of 1926 of Franklin High School, being in a sane state of mind, and realizing that our days are numbered, do hereby deciare this our last will and testa¬ ment : I, Kate Baird, do hereby will and bequeath my beauty to Kathleen Conley, trusting that she may use it to advantage. I, Selma Young, do hereby will and bequeath my ability in mastering Senior Eng¬ lish to Elizabeth Smith. I, Reuben Roland, do hereby will and bequeath my art of love-making to Orron Holland. 1. Anna Laura Shields, entrust my beautiful hands to Elizabeth Anderson, hoping that she will appreciate them more than I have. I, Eanny Mae Reece, regretfully leave my fellows to my sister, Kate. I, Stephen Frazier, bequeath my quiet disposition to James Porter with the desire that he carry on. I, Alice Cunningham, bequeath my avoirdupois ' o Katherine Porter. I, Faye Robinson, leave my place on the front seat of a Red Bird Overland to my sister, Gay. I, Lilyan Patton, bequeath my knowledge in the art of flirting to Maude Burleson. I, Lester Henderson, do hereby bequeath my Senior privileges to Tom McCollum hoping that he may discover them, as 1 have not. I, Amy Henderson, gladly leave my glasses to Ruby McCoy. I, Coretta Talley, do hereby will and bequeath my love for the study of Physics to anyone who is in need of it. I, Grace Wilkes, do hereby will and bequeath my clear ringing voice to Mftttie Pearl Cunningham. I, Charlie Conley, do hereby leave my skill in riding to Alex Stewart, wishing him many long, happy journeys on horseback. I, Leota McCracken, bequeath my long hair to Ina Henry. I, Eva Smith, do hereby will and bequeath my slender figure to Margie Gray. 1, Marie Gibson, bequeath my means of conveyance from, and to the school house at noon, to anyone who wants it. I, Bonnie Berry, do hereby wiil and bequeath my curly hair to John Arrendale. I, Ella Jones, do leave my place in the restaurant to Clara Shope, with the warn¬ ing not to eat too many pies. rage Twenty-two

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THE LAUREL LEAF Class llrttpher t r 2$ I was sleeping soundly, the next instant I was staring into the darkness at a silent form ihat stood by my bed. The storm was raging ferociously outside while the light¬ ning played in the skies. The figure then spoke, “follow me.” Without any effort I arose and passed out the window with my guide. Fields and forests were passing below us swiftly, but I could see everything tha f was going on below us. A tiny log cabin set snugly in a hollow, first came into my view. Lois Ferguson was spanking a small child, while Bonnie Berry held three more. I then cast my eyes over an adjoining ridge. Lester Henderson was gazing through a pair of field glasses at the surrounding country Passing over another high mountain, I observed Fred Cunningham plowing while Eva Smith carried water and hoed corn. Not far away on a country road Elmer Roten was tinkering with an old Ford, while Frances Paul sat in the front seat giving instructions. A great city ap¬ peared below me. I was swiftly dropping into the midst of the tall buildings. The first person I knew was Charles Conley, peddling hair dye to the pedestrians. Entering a great building, who did I see but Stephen Frazier seated at a desk n a large office. Passing through a door into an adjacent room, I saw Faye Robinson, Lilyan Patton Elizabeth Barnard and Lovicia Justice, each working vigorously on a stack of papers with a typewriter. Leaving that room, I found myself in a beauty parlor, managed by William McGuire and Betty Sloan. Reuben Roland and Glenn Ray were the chief barbers. Sue Hunnicutt was the manicurist, Nat Phillips was the janitor. This scene disappeared and I was in a large theatrical building. Grace Wilkes, Coretta Talley and Amy Henderson were actors of high repute. Beatrice Mozelev was manager of the building and of the company. Passing on once more I saw a club room. Ella Jones, Fannie Mae Reece, Selma Young and Alice Cunningham had organized an Old Maids’ Club and had a large mem¬ bership. My guide led me on and I observed that we were passing out of the mountains and over plains. Another city crossed by view. I passed into a graveyard and saw a new grave. I looked at the engraving and read : “Here lies Tim Crawford, who committed suicide because she owed 25 cents and could find no way to raise the sum, poor girl.” Now we were at a sea port; I perceived Laura Jacobs, Anna Laura Shields, Marie Gib¬ son, and Leota McCracken boarding a liner bound for Africa. I turned my back on the sea and started back across the continent. All of a sudden I felt myself falling. I cried out in despair, but in vain. I awoke to find myself in the saddle, riding herd on a bunch of cattle in Montana. BILL HIGDON. Page Twenty-four