Goldston High School - Gold Stone Yearbook (Goldston, NC)

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PROPHECY As I sit on my yacht sailing along the sea of memories in the year 1974, I gaze into the briny waters and see my classmates of 1949. At first the images are vague, but gradually they begin to take shape. Johnie Jean Stout, who was married before school was out, is happily settled in Goldston with several little “shorties.” In the very heart of Goldston, I see Howard McMillan. He is now the dignified ownei of the Goldston Subway Lines, powered by atomic energy. I see Polly Moses, helpless and shy. She looks like a mariner adrift and surrounded by hungry sharks. As I look again, she is calm, composed, self-assured, if not bossy. She is now an efficiency expert in Goldston High School. She tells the teachers how to run things, and she’s doing a good job, too. Ah! Now I plainly see the outskirts of Goldston where a middleaged woman is sitting by the fireplace with several small children. As I see the woman’s face, I find that it is Margai et elch. A sawmill is running in the midst of a great forest, and Norman Oldham is loading a truck with lumber to be taken to his planer-mill in Carbonton. Wilma Rosser, hairdresser in a Sanford beauty shop, is giving one of her fifteen minute permanents. She now owns a chain of beauty parlors from Maine to Florida. John Thomas is now proprietor of one of Sanford’s leading helicopter stores. He was always up in the air anyway, so he decided to make it his life work. Thelma Phillips, who always wanted to be up in the air too, is an airline hostess. It was very painful when I looked at Helen Hart. Pretty? Yes! Plump? Oh! No! Not plump, just plain fat! She has been eating like a starving python for 25 years. It ' s yards around her. Poor thing! She’s the victim of circumference. Another image forms and I see Andrew Barber, who is now making wise-cracks on the Three- Guesses programme ' s the director of one of those quiz programs on the radio. He makes up his own questions and he certainly has people guessing. Some of his questions he can’t answer himself. I ban see into a spacious office where Eunice Mae Soots is typing off insurance reports for her brother who is now President of Atlantic Life Insurance Company. In a great laboratory, a scientist is at work over what seems to be some sort of atomic energy project. He is the classmate who was voted most likely to succeed, Norman Dowdy. Savannah Callicutt is writing movie serials—the kind in which the heroine is left dangling from an eleventh story window by her eyelids, and streaming out to sea like a pennant when the wind blows. Walter Jordan is now a successful scientific farmer near Raleigh, North Carolina. He recently won national honors for perfecting a special breed of yellow hybrid corn that will grow the year round in any part of the world. Oh! No! I can see myself with nothing to do but sit back and paint pretty girls’ pictures. Since I couldn’t get one for myself, 1 had to learn to paint their pictures so I could spend my time looking at them. J. C. Burke, Jr., Prophet. Page Twelve

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MASCOTS Jimmy McMillan and Linda Hart CLASS POEM MEMORIES Dear Senior Class of Forty-Nine We know the time is finally here To say good-bye to Goldston High And to our friends we love so dear. With gratitude we turn to you Who brought us thus far on our way And helped to guide our first voyage Safely into this port today. To you who gave us friendly aid Though we were young and sore afraid Always in our hearts there will be, A sense of love and loyalty. The sea of life may not be easy, And we may find many doubts and feai Rut with faith in the Hand Divine, We can face our tasks through the year- And as we sail this sea of life To face our problems day by day. Memories will return to our school And those who charted us our way. Class Poet Eunice Mae Soots

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