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

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Prophecy The heavy mist rolls swiftly from my trembling boughs, and I—the tall majestic tree of the Class of ' 57—stand in the lane of passing time. Tis a day of reminiscence—and 1, too, remember. 1 see each leaf which grew with me from days long past till the winds and season of graduation did take them from me, drift past, and in each leaf is pictured a face filled with glowing success and happiness. The mist has cleared, and now I see each life as it is unveiled to me. Drifting down the lane on the tide of the wind, 1 catch a glimpse of Donald Broadwell, editor of the town’s flourish¬ ing newspaper, THE INDEPENDENT. He is discussing its distribution with a member of his staff, Beverly Porter, whose vibrant columns lend a highlight to the news. Today s head¬ lines feature the name of Kenneth Haire and his success at finding a new process for better purification of milk. He will try it in his own dairy first—North Carolina ' s largest. Linda Veasey, the paper ' s foreign correspondent to France, has sent news of the discovery of a new anesthetic, which may rock the medical world, made by Ross Olive, research chemist. The wind shifts, and I see Dr. Michael Kannan discussing the importance of this discovery with his nurses, Evelyn Lee and Ernestine Wade. His receptionist, Judy Jfones, enters with the most recent medical bulletin in regard to this issue. The prevailing course of the leaves is changed, and I find that the favorite magazine of all women has come into being under the editorship of Helen Barbour. Ideas concerning the year s newest fashions may be found in the fashion section edited by Amelia Griffin; and features most unique have been compiled by Dorothy Dones, feature editor. On this month’s cover 1 see the smiling face of Janet Bullock, who has graced the fronts of magazine covers often. The wind ceases to blow, and a breeze brings faces to me from faraway places. In Africa I see Louise Craig, who re¬ cently discovered a new formula for faster and cheaper mining of diamonds. Her Coz, William Clark, who owns the mines at Kimball, is grateful to her, for it has made him a million¬ aire. Overseas—and I see General Sam Stephens who has charge of 10,000 men. His chaplain, Charles Page, I see dis¬ cussing world affairs with armed forces nurse, Jane Byrd, who is awaiting the arrival of supplies to be delivered by jet pilot, Mike Williams. The breeze returns me to America and Washington, D. C. I see Betty Ann Hackney, Senator from North Carolina, who is helping to make our country a better place in which to live. In the halls of the United Nations Building 1 see U. S. Rep¬ resentative Eleanor Walters talking with Polly Adams, U. S. Ambassador to Germany. Also with them is Interpreter Betty Ray Johnson. Soft music drifts to me—music flowing from the nimble fingers of concert pianist Karen Prince; and the lilting voice of Carol Tapper, mezzo-soprano of the Metropolitan Opera Company. Into the Metropolitan Museum of Art 1 am taken to view with admiration, the famed painting of Gail Kilpatrick. The sale of her pictures has been unsurpassed according to Dot Beasley, her business manager. The voice of education booms to me from the halls of Wintergreen, a girls ' school, he aded by Betsy Gilbert. The matters of business and instruction are ably transacted by Rachel Barbour, Dean of Women; Mary Ellen Moore, pro¬ fessor of political science; and Ruth Womble, English pro¬ fessor. The campus is preparing for the arrival of noted guest speaker, Dr. John D. Elliott. A whirlwind—and I see the land of Hollywood and star Bobby RansdeP, whose dramatic talent has been proved on the screens of the nation. Also on the set of Universal-Inter¬ national I find Juanita Keith, hair stylist, and Libby Holland, make-up artist. Not far away in the San Fernando Valley is the ranch of Donald Buffaloe. Here radio star Charlie Clark is practicing riding and roping. He always did love horses. from New York the breeze comes. On Broadway flashes the name of Carolyn Beck, who plays the leading role in a play adapted for the stage from the book THE TRANSFIG¬ URATION OF Y OUT H by Betty Bruce Howard. On Fifth Avenue, I catch a glimpse of a modern store front designed by architect Jackie Bullock and erected by con¬ tractor William Dupree. Suddenly I realize that it s the ex¬ clusive dress shop owned by master clothier, Jerry Pollard. Inside, beautiful garments, designed by Emily Wimberly, are being modeled by Pat Matthews. Television encompasses the nation and known to all is Channel X-I, TV Station owned by Larry Sherron. Patsy Wiikerson is script writer, and featured on the station are Douglas and Larry Rowland who star in the dramatic se¬ quence— Light for Tomorrow, Devon Parrish, moderator of the panel show What ' s My Name? ; and Peggy Tingen whose voice is heard daily with weather reports. The wind shifts and I find that my viewing takes me back to Fuquay. The town government is most ably headed by Mayor Garlon Stuart. At the moment, he is discussing financial matters with Town Manager Steve McCauley, while Town Secretary Margaret Wood takes note of their discussion. In the bank I see successful businessman Ben Campbell talking over business transactions with Percy Stuart, owner of a large manufacturing concern. Soon they are joined by bank executive, Becky Stephenson, who is also very successful in the business world. Swiftly I am taken down Main Street where I see the shingles denoting the professions of Dr. Betty Jean Wood— psychiatrist—and Dr. Wallace Jones—Dentist. To dear old FSHS I find my mind led. Here now the principal is Donald Harvell. Outside the office he stands, talking sports with coach Bill Huber whose team proudly holds an undefeated record of three years. Coming up the hall is Home Economics teacher, Martha Honeycutt. In the residential section I see the. home of Phyllis Mid- gefte who is now happily planning three meals a day. The town radio Station WFVG is now owned by George Stephenson. The voice which comes to me now is that of an¬ nouncer and disk jockey Buck Wood, as he gets ready to play the newest record by recording star, Emitte Tutor. Theirs always was the path of good fortune and still they follow it. With the knowledge and satisfaction that the sheltering arms of my peaceful boughs did somehow help to shape and guide these lives in the path they now follow, I can hear the solitude left to me. And content with the task I have completed, I wait to become a part of the ages. BETTY BRUCE HOWARD Class Prophetess Page Twenty-Nine

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History Look with me, fellow classmates, into the dim past at our tree and its leaf clad branches called high school. 1 spring and the tree has a new branch with ninety-thr green leaves on it. The other three branches of upper-c! are calling us green freshmen.” We have elected for motion of our growth and development William Clark, dent; Betty Bruce Howard, vice-president; Janet Bullock, retary; Patricia Matthews, treasurer; and Betty Ann 1 lackney, student council representative. The F.H.A. and F.F.A., al| the F.T.A. were the organizations whichjkpyus in circumtiotlf with the other branches. SR fHk Spring has passed in no time, and we discover tbafeth ' $ ; of our leaves have moved to another |Scind of tree. The ex¬ perience from the spring has finally taught us to guide our sophomore class by our motto: It is better to light one little candle than to stumble and fall in the dark.” We have elected Carolyn Beck, president; Polly Adams, vice-president; Betty Ann Hackney, secretary; Patricia Matthews, treasurer; and Dottie and Anne Yeamans, afedent council representatives, to light some of these candles for us. Summer finds some of us eligible for the Monogram Club and proudly displaying those beautiful F’s.” Autumn has found us with serenty-two leaves remaining on our branch. Every remaining leaf has been caught in the thrilling winds of increasing activities. To organize us in our activities we have elected Polly Adams, president; Ross Olive, vice president; Louise Craig, secretary; Betty Ray Johnson, treasurer; and Michael Kannon and Betsy Gilbert, student council representatives. The beginning of this colorful season finds these leaves called juniors peddling candy and sponsor¬ ing a chicken supper with one goal in mind—the Junior- Senior Banquet and Prom. All of a sudden, a gust of wind picked us up in the midst of all the dreaming and scheming and blew us to Williamsburg where we mixed historical tours with loads of fun. As time grew nearer for the big event, we produced Aunt Lizzie Lives It Up for our junior play. We used the talents of Jane Byrd, Margaret Wood, Bobby Rans- dell, William Clark, Beverly Porter, Becky Stephenson, Bill Huber, Carolyn Beck, Peggy Tingen, Michael Kannon, Betsy Gilbert, Betty Bruce Howard, and Ross Olive and many others to make this play a success. Miss Ann Adams directed the play. When we went to the trunk of the tree to count our pennies, we delightfully discovered just enough to give the seniors a glorious banquet and prom. It was truly an Enchanted Eve¬ ning as all the fairies and elves danced in our midst. We fourte ®™pmbers to be initiated into the Beta Club r the hB|j§ ji%verage which had to be maintained for the timqt Some of the leaves were clustered in a newly form¬ ed Library Club. We have closed this busy and beautiful season by holding the candle arches in the Seniors’ Class Night. We had Betty Bruce Howard, Jane Byrd, Karen Prince, Linda Veasey, Betsy Gilbert, William Clark, Michael Kannon, Michael Williams, and Jackie Bullock as marshals for this occasion. Winter has come upon us, and we are protected from its bleakness by our class rings which distinguish us from all the other classes. Now that we have reached the top of this tree, we have elected Ross Olive, president ; Emily Wimberly, vice- president; Louise Craig, secretary; and Michael Kannon and Betsy Gilbert, student couficil representatives. Who are these people causing such a rustle in the remaining sixty-seven leaves? They are Michael Kannon, president of the student council; Kenneth Haij president of the Monogram Club; Janet Bullock, president of the F.H.A; William Clark, presi¬ dent of the local and county Beta Club; Betty Bruce Howard, president of the local F.T.A., and vice-president of the state F.T.A.; and making the most noise is Karen Prince, chief cheerleader; Carolyn Beck serves us well as editor of the Greenbriar and head majorette. Many of us leaves have rustled up; good song through the seasons of high school in the band glee club. 11 of us are ready to leave this branch and go on to the tree of higher learning or the tree of hard work. As we, the Class of ' 57, leave this branch, we carry with us many fond memories of the seasons which passed while we clung to the tree of high school. JANE BYRD, Class Historian Page Twenty-Eight

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Class Poem On winged feet these years have passed, And our lives by time and molding hands Have been enriched. Each day with this, our beloved Alma Mater, Has strengthened each purpose, Gladdened each heart. Though it is with sadness we soon shall depart, It is with greater understanding That we look to the future where life awaits us. May our chain of ideals never be broken, And may we each light candles to guide some other feet In the path to eternity. And now the time has come when we each shall embark Upon a separate course of Life— A delving into the unknown. May our knowledge be manifold; Compassion be great. May we walk the paths of righteousness straightway, Till we shall meet •; The Master, whose loving Hand did each create, For final graduation. May the lesson of Life be learned full well and high each mark shall be. And as we stand at the Gates of Heaven, May success and humility be borne in the wake Of the Class of ’57. w BETTY BRUCE HOWARD Class Poetess Class Colors BROWN AND GOLD Class Class Flower BRONZE CHRYSANTHEMUM Motto It is better to light just one and fall in the dark.” little candle than to stumble —Author Unknown