Glen Alpine High School - Turkey Tail Yearbook (Glen Alpine, NC)

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JUNIOR CLASS Bill Reeps Betty Jo Shull C. V. LaFevers Loma Faye Cuthbertson President Vice President Secretary T reasurer 13

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SENIOR CLASS PROPHECY The propellers of my magic plane whirled and the wind puffed as I settled for a breathless take-off. I was just closing my eyes to steady my floating stomach when who should appear but Lucindi Seals, our beautiful hostess, and our handsome co- captain, Pitts Davis. I called to them quickly, and they, being as surprised as I, started talking of dear old high school days. They informed me that our captain was none other than Cecil Lloyd. We had such a good time reminiscing, but they were soon back on duty, and I counted the hours until we would land in California. Just as I stepped off the plane in Hollywood, what should I hear but that Donald Parker (that handsome brute) had taken Clark Gable’s place, and that Ruby McGalliard was an understudy for Judy Canova. I made plans to see them at once. As I dashed out of my hotel late one afternoon I heard a shrill whistle and looking up, 1 saw a taxi at the curb with the driver staring at me. Could it be? Yes, it was Wayne Huffman! What a surprise! He informed me that he had rushed west to get rich but decided to settle in Hollywood where he could watch the pretty girls. (That’s all he ever did in high school.) He offered me his services so we started looking for all those classmates. We dashed around the corner and there standing by a gasoline pump was Mary Giles Davis drawing trade with her good looks, as her husband, Ben Morrison, sat in the office and counted the pennies as they came in. They were delighted to see me, but our visit had to be short for there were several other appointments. Down the boulevard we rushed—up a private drive—through the huge gates of a palatial mansion. This, Wayne warned, was a big surprise. I gasped. Which of my class- mates lived here? The door was opened at our ring, and there stood the pretty little maid in her black and white—I blinked and looked again—why, it really was Jean Stines—with a beautiful French accent. From there we hastened to the Paramount Studios and were admitted as soon as we told them who we wanted to see. Yes, it was Frank Fleming, the famous animal trainer for the studio. He was getting some wildcats ready to make a western, and of course, his wife, Virginia Brittain, helped him. I rushed to the airport but was held up in a traffic jam. My, who was the handsome cop? I looked again and there stood Don Price directing traffic like an expert. When he recognized me he gave me an escort to the airport, and when I boarded the plane, most of the passengers thought 1 was a movie star—in disguise! 1 asked if 1 might use the television set to locate the rest of my classmates—I took the list from my bag. With a slight twist of the wrist, 1 found Charles Williams—yes, there he wras in the big city of Calvin running a furniture store and increasing his family. Who is that nice bookkeeper of his? Why it’s that sweet Faye Bennett of the Class of '48! Oh, yes, I turned to Florida—They were having a beauty contest and there was Vicie Mull taking her place among the beauties. Who is that right behind her? Why it’s Annie Catherine Orders! Isn’t that blue bathing suit (what I can see of it) very becoming. I twisted the dial back to old North Carolina for I knew some of my classmates could never leave Burke County. Yes, there s William Proctor, Chief of Police of Glen Alpine, Grace Brittain teaching French in our dear Alma Mater, and Betty Patton happily married and living on the Dysartsville Road. (It’s true!) Ah, I see Morganton quite clearly now. There’s Inez Roper and Mildred Greer, owners and operators of the finest beauty parlor in Morganton; and there’s Mabel Bennett, manager of the Carolina 5 10c store—what a break. She stayed with them long enough. Who's that dashing down the street driving the Burke Transit? Why, its Ralph Ledbetter. What a surprise when I stepped into the Waldorf Astoria to find the charming hostess is none other than Lillian Bridges. Due to the changing fashion we thought it wise to visit John Powers , and there we found none other than Sam Hallyburton, owner, and much to our surprise, Edith Hall the favorite model. The trip has been a bit tiresome, so I shall retire and leave you to wander into the future, but this, ladies and gentlemen' is the Prophecy of the Senior Class of 1948. Mary Louise Leonard. Class Prophet

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First Row: Second Row Third Row: Fourth Row. Fifth Row: Gertrude Anderson, Frances Ballard, Frank Bennett, Bertha Bollinger. Jeanette Bollinger, Clara Brackett, Faye Causby, Ailene Carswell. Louise Crawley, Nancy Crooks, Loma Faye Cuthbertson, Jimmy Davis. Louise Davis, Irene Farris, Lena Fisher, Azlee Greer. Ethel Hipps, Fred Hipps, Oliver Jarrett, C. V. LaFevers. 14