Fuquay Springs High School - Greenbriar Yearbook (Fuquay Springs, NC)

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OUR H ISTOR Y Who would possibly guess that the high and mighty Seniors of ' 52 could have been a group or contused, green freshmen only four short years ago? It took us a while to get used to tne routine of high school, but when we finally did, we really felt a part of tne school. David Smith, Bobby Coats, and Lewis and Lawrence Lane were on tne football team, which, incidentally, won the county championship for the second consecutive year. On the basketball court Shirley Holland, Portia Mitchell, and Jerry Williams wore the green and white. We really got into the swing of things as steadily rising Sophomores. Violet Howard, Tommy Howard, and Portia Mitcnell represented our ciass in the Student Council. Wallace Sherron and Charles Wilson this year earned berths on the football squad. Class officers were Tommy Howard, Rachel Dickens, David Smifn, and Betty Jo Beck. The tour of Washington, D. C., proved most interesting botn educationally and socially! After a brief summer vacation, we trudged back to the little red schoolhouse, but witn lignter hearts, tor we were now Juniors! Willie Lee Crabtree served as our very capable President this year. Ten brains sported Beta Club pins, with Betsy Johnson and James Fish Vice-President and Treasurer, respectively. The theme for the Junior-Senior Banquet was a Dream. We were all proud of our finished product and telt it was wortn all the trials and tribulations under¬ gone. Rachel Dickens proved her acting ability when she played the leading role in the Junior play, Our Miss Brooks. Otner characters were portrayed by Gaither Snipes, Betty Jo Beck, and Lewis and Lawrence Lane. The tootball team, consisting largely or Juniors, won tne championship for the fourth straight season, and were we proud of them! Cnarles Wilson and Jerry Williams played important parts in winning the county championship in basketball. Seniors! We had finally risen from the ranks to the number one spot! At the beginning ol the year, we implied to the teachers that we knew everything and that there was no use to try to teach us anything else, but were they dis¬ couraged? No! Even with knowing everything, we found tnat we had to ' brusn up on our lessons before class. It was a big day for us when our be¬ loved rings arrived. And, too, we felt important when we selected our invita¬ tions and calling cards. David Smith proved to be one of the big guns on the gridiron, as was Wallace Snerron, who was chosen for the All-Eastern team. Our team, which started out slowly, came back to win the county cnampionship for the fifth consecutive year. Betty Jo Beck was their attractive sponsor at the home¬ coming game witn Cary. Racnel Dickens and Willa Jean Akins won guard positions on the basketball team. Bobby Coats presided over the Senior meetings, while James Fish took charge in chapel every Friday as President of the Student Council. Even though our four years at Fuquay High were short, we have made every minute one to remember. The friendships which could never have come about if we had not come to this school will be lasting ones in mind and in real life. We are indeed grateful for all the exciting annual events which could only be acquired at our own Fuquay Springs High School, and may those afm sev d?6i - as happy times as we have had. w starring i at Duke II working en in just twenty-one

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CLASS PROPHECY May 16, 1962 My, what a change ten years can bring! You would really be surprised to hear wnat has happened to the seniors of ' 52. The other day when I was visiting in my old home town of Fuquay Springs, I dropped in at school. Imagine my surprise when I found Jane Riley teaching reading, writing, and arithmetic to those dear little sixth graders, and Malisia Barbour teaching home economics! While I was there, Coach Lawrence Lane dropped by to say hello and tell me about his State Champion football team. The most interesting part of my visit at school, however, was sitting in on Mrs. Stack ' s Sociology Class. Yes, everything is about the same. She ' s still calling on those involuntary volunteers! I paid a visit, too, that day to Lewis Lane ' s Circle L Ranch. Imagine (or can you?) a huge cattle ranch right here in dear old Fuquay. And who do you suppose this big tycoon has hired as secretaries? Why, Betty Joe Beck and Frances Parrish. And to top it all off, he has Tommy Howard and Charles Scholl roping steers! When I picked up the local newspaper, now published by Billy Ragsdale, I was very pleased to read in the headlines that Deams Averette had just won first prize in a National Art Exhibit. You know he has just returned from Paris where he has been studying for the last two years. And guess whose picture stared at me from the front page? None other than Miss Frances Poe, who has just accepted a position with Saks on Fifth Avenue in New York, modeling (you guessed it) bathing suits! While reading the paper, I ran across numerous items concerning our fellow seniors. There was a lengthy account of Wallace Sherron ' s outstanding per¬ formance in his last professional football game; an item concerning State Prison Warden Jimmy Lineberger ' s vacation which begins next Monday; and also a notice that Doctor Rachel King and assistant Ellen Howard are going to open a small clinic in Fuquay soon. One night I attended a large square dance and was surprised to find the music furnished by none other than Willie Lee Crabtree and his Fuquay Fiddlers. Over in the corner I recognized a group of old pals and hurried over to speak to them. Ben Burchette, Judson Jones, Waylon Smith and Charles Wilson were engaged in a heated argument concerning who could grow the tallest corn. Almost every time I visit Fuquay, I meet Maurice Adcock, several times a day, riding in his ' 62 Bel Air Chevrolet from farm to farm. There seems to be quite a bit of controversy between Maurice and David Smith as to who really owns the most land. It seems David owns about half of Willow Springs and Maurice a good share in Varina. The only local business firm owned and operated by a ' 52 senior is the Rest in Peace Mortuary Parlor owned by Jack Browder. He encouraged me to direct any possible business his way. I had time for only a brief visit with Mary Joyce Jones, Jane Bridges, Violet Howard, and Rachel Dickens, those lucky young ladies for whom the golden bells of matrimony have already tolled. These were the only seniors I saw on my visit, but I did hear from several others. James Fish has turned out to be a second Fred Astaire and is now starring in a new Broadway musical. Portia Mitchell is a laboratory technician at Duke University; and Jerry Williams, Junior Bowling, and Erwin Cates are still working ' or Uncle Sam. Would you ever have guessed in 1952 that so much could happen in just ten years? ty-three