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

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LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT To commemorate our cherished years in Glen Alpine High School, we, the members of the Senior Class of 1954, after prudent thought and consideration, hereby bequeathtothose who will follow in our footsteps our most prized pos- sessions in this, our Last Will and Testament. ARTICLE I To all our teachers, we extend our heartfelt thanks and appreciation for your patience and kindness toward us during our years in school. ARTICLE II To our successors, we individually leave the following: I, Margaret Mull, will to any girl on the verge of becoming an old maid my skill in getting an engagement ring. I, James Wachob, leave my brains of superior weight to Harold White. I, Joyce Wood, bequeath my witticisms to Nancy Sue Dale. I, Coy Flynn, leave my habit of forgetting things to Glen Dale. I, Grace Walker, will my artistic ability to Nell Lail, I, Kenneth Shook, will my smart remarks to Harold Mabe. I, Jo Chandler, leave my sweet disposition to Nina McCarthy. I, Richard Perkins, bequeath my aggravating ways to Bobby Puett. I, Martha Graham, bequeath my giggles to Ramona Long. I, Betty Rose Huffman, leave my well-groomedappearanceto Nancy Fred- rickson, I, Clyde McGalliard, will my studious manner to Rudolph Queen, Buddy Mills, will my serious nature to Bobby Bennett. Mary Puett, leave my flirtatious tendencies to Barbara Williams. Bobby Powell, will my quietness to Jackie Orders. Dorries Ramsey, will my charming personality to Carol Brown, Edward Stacy, bequeath my good looks to Kenneth Cuthbertson, Mozelle Tallent, bequeath my vivacious curves toBarbara Lea Taylor. Herbert Lail, will my cuteness to Charles Morgan, Donella Arrowood, will my ''come-hither look to Clara Jean Patton, Bobby LaFevers, bequeath my easy-going manner to Larry Scott. Mabel Whisenant, leave my attractiveness to Nancy Beach. Jimmy Fox, will my mischievousness to Paul Gibbs. Frank Queen, will my friendliness to Bob Taylor. Namoia Jarrett, leave my high ideals of life to Gladys Morgan, Fred Houk, leave my slim physique to Sam Henline, Evelyn Ollis, bequeath my keen imagination to Adeline Powell. Carl Patton, leave my bashfulness to Kenneth Bivens, Linda Causby, will my gift of gab to Hazel Denton. Bobby Love, bequeath my ability to charm the girls toHomer Rumfelt. Nelson Abernathy, will my habit of sleeping in class to Nevelyn Bollinger. Ophelia Allen Hart, leave my winsome smile to Loretta Lane. Hubert Lail, will my dignified manner to Buddy Pitts. John Wells, bequeath my dependability to J. E. Mull. » Bill Wynne, will my many talents to Franklin Perkins, ,» Faye Patton, leave my cute personality to Janice Anderson. ,» Mickey Moses, bequeath my debonair air to Louie Hawkins. I, Patsy Hildebrand, bequeath my goodtimes in high school toLenora Ann - ee ewe ee ee ew . -— ee © - © LO ee ee ee Oe ee ee ee - © PATSY HILDEBRAND, Testator

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CLASS HISTORY As this year draws to a close, we, the senior class. of '54, look back on the pre- ceding years forlornly wishing we could recall the gay frivolous times which all of us had, But as all other good things do, these happy times come to an end, and we must all go onour separate ways. Yet there are those little things which time can- not mar nor destroy. We have made friends whom we can never forget. We entered school in the fall of 1941, 1am notfamiliar withthe activities of my class until after the seventh grade, We entered high school in 1950, and it is this time I recall dearly and vividly. We were a large class then composed of some seventy awkward freshmen, Many have dropped by the wayside; some have changed schools; and some have married. Those of us who remain, however, have left our mark, and our record is good. During our Junior year we raiseda considerable amount of money and sponsored a Junior -Senior banquet, whichIam sure everyone enjoyed. Our theme for the ban- quet was the Hawaiian Islands and our program was built around it. Our scholastic achievements areas good as any group of its size. Wewereall, as a whole, active in sports. During our senior year we had seven members on the football squad and several on the basketball squad. Glen Alpine was honored to have that great wingback Bob Love in backfield, for as everyone knows Bobby is the fast- est guy around these parts. It is only right for such a fine back to receive recongi- tion for his talents, He attended the Optimist Bowl in Asheville and spent an enjoy- able week's holiday from school. This last year we electedas our class officers the following: President, Martha Graham; Vice-President, Billy Wynne; Secretary, Donella Arrowood; and Treasurer, Mabel Whisenant. Those two lovable kids, Frank Queen and Mozelle Tallent, were chosenas May Kingand Queen, Our class in the past has been truly great. No other class I can think of has anyone comparable to Patsy Hildebrand in Mathematics, John Wells is one of the finest Agriculture students Mr. Gaylord has had. Billy Wynne, James Wachob and I have been no knuckleheads in Science, This year we elected for aHalloween Queen, Namoia Jarrett, and although she did not win the coveted crown, she did very well. Miss Dorries Ramsey received almost all the votes by the football squad and was perfectly lovely as queen in our Homecoming exercises. It is only fitting and proper that we mention some of the seniors, who this year have worked unceasingly for our best interest. These diligent workers are Martha Graham, Editor-in-Chief of the Annual; Mozelle Tallent, the Business Manager of the Annual; and Grace Walker, on whom we can always depend. Also.we must men- Frank Queen, President of the Student Council, who is the go-between the teachers and the pupils. We are all looking forward to our trip to Washington and I am sure that it will be a time none of us shall ever forget. We are deeply indebted to our teachers who have made possible our graduation, and we holda soft spot in our hearts for them because of their efforts and the know- ledge which they have bestowed upon our heads. To all the other students now attending high school, we wish you all the success in the world. Don't drop by the way as some of us did. To all of you I bid you a fond farewell. KENNETH SHOOK, Class Historian

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CLASS PROPHECY One dark cloudy day, having nothing to do, I decide to take a walk, After walking along for about twenty or thirty minutes in deep thought, I find myself on an old deserted road, This road leads to a supposedly haunted house. Of course, ghosts don't frighten me, but I shiver anyway as I approach the house. While deliberating whether I should turn back or not, I hear something behind me, Whirling around, I collide with a queer-looking little man. As I start to hurry away, the old man speaks in a high pitched voice, Don't be frightened child; ] am an inventor; I came to this old house to work ona new invention. It is completed now. Would you like to see it? Not knowing what to say, I follow him into the house, He leads me over to a huge telescope and explains to me that by looking into this telescope I can see the future of any personI wish, I tell him I would like to see the lives of my classmates in 1965, He adjusts the telescope and | doubt- fully peer through. The first thing] see is an airplane about to take off. The hostess, whom] recognize as Patsy Hildebrand, waves to me. On her left hand sparkles a huge diamond. Patsy has caught a rich man.at last. The pilot of the plane is Coy Flynn; now he will have his head in the clouds perman- ently. Ah, there is a distinguished looking man stepping into the plane carrying a briefcase -a . lawyer. Who could he be? Why, it's Frank Queen! Who is that trim brunette he is sitting down beside? It must be aclient. I know that Curiosity killed the cat,'' but maybe it won't kill me. I feel just like a naughty little girl peering through a keyhole, but I'm going to listen to the con- versation anyway. Oh, the brunette has turned around; it is Mary Puett! As I listenl find that Mary ownsa beauty parlor and someone is trying to build another one beside hers. Can you help her, Frank? Now the plane is taking off. Curious again, I wonder where it is headed, I had been so engrossed with the airplane, I hadn't noticed the surroundings. Why it's Glen Alpine and quite a big town, too. There goes Martha Graham and one, two, three, four, five little Perkins! I always thought they would make a match of it. As I look around I see that quite a few of our classmates have entered into matrimonial bliss. Donella Arrowood and Bobby La- Fevers are Mr. Mrs.; Evelyn Ollis has caught her a soldier at last; and Naomia Jarret, Mar- garet Mull, and Linda Causby have changed their names also. Thefext thing that catches my eye is a department store window. What gorgeous dresses! Ah, there is a sign which reads, Specially reduced prices on the lovely creations of the world- famous designer, Miss Dorries Ramsey! On the inside of the store is a model parading back and forth, and who is it? None other than Betty Rose Huffman! I also find that this store is own- ed by John Wells and the manager is Bobby Powell. Another sign catches my eye. ''Do you want a lovely home? Miss Faye Patton, Interior Decorator, is the answer to your problem, As Iwander intothe sports world! find that Bobby Love is the world's track champion; Mickey Moses is playing pro-football; and Carl Patton is center-field for the Yankees. As I look further I find that som e of our boys and girls have made quite a name for them- selves, James Wachob is a famous scientist. Kenneth Shook is a well-known psychologist. Bill Wynne is a skilled engineer; Jim Fox is a cagey newspaper reporter, and so is Mabel Whisenant, They are working for Nelson Abernathy's newspaper. I always thought they had noses for news. After working awhile for Uncle Sam, Buddy Mills went to college and is now a whiz'' of a math teacher. JoChandler is also teaching. Hubert Lail is a mechanic; he had enough experience with Old 31'' in '54, Fred Houk and Herbert Lail are farmers. Ed Stacy is a Major in the army. Don't you bet he looks handsome in that uniform! As for the rest of the class, Mozelle Tallent is a nurse; Clyde McGalliard is a sailor and, as the saying goes, has a girl in every port. Oh, yes, Joyce Wood has caught an army Major--guess who? Well, that seems to be all, but what about me? ''Grace!'' someone is calling me; now, I suppose I'll see my own future. ''Get up or you'll miss the bus!'' Why, it's mother calling me! This all must have been a dream! Oh, well, who knows? Some dreams come true. GRACE WALKER, Prophet