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

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SCHOOL REPRESENTATIVE MARY ALICE FIELDS Elected by popular vote as the Goldston representative in the contest for the queen of Lee County fair sponsored by the Lions Club, Mary Alice Fields rode aboard the club’s float in the parade celebrating the fair. She was a guest of honor at a banquet given by the Sanford Lions Club at the Wilrik Hotel. CLASS POEM The years have come and the years have gone, But the Golddigger parade still marches on. Now we have reached our goal at last, Our high school days are in the past. For twelve long years, we have striven each day To graduate and be on our way. Here’s to our teachers and principal too, Hearty thanks as we bid you adieu. We’ll not forget our high school so dear Our classmates and friends so full of cheer. Through all the forces of time and tide O The love in our hearts will eternally reside. These years haven’t taken so long to pass, For this thrifty 1950 Senior class. Goodbye to old Goldston High. Our friendship with you will never die. Vergie Mae Caligan, Class Poet Page Twenty-Five

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PROPHECY I am a sand diviner, and this is a bag of sand from the Sahara Desert. With this I shall foretell the future of this marvelous senior class. First, I empty the sand. I pile it into a pyramid. Abracadabra, galoshes, plus ulster, gabble, gab¬ ble. The signs are all in your favor. You will be in excellent health and doing well for yourselves five years from now. The sands show me Grade Mae Jones working on a new dictionary that will give all the words in the English language a new and better meaning. I can actually see one of her new definitions: adenoids—things in a child’s nose that keep him from getting things in his head. The sands shift. Here is Charles Barber, the boy who was always asking questions in high school and who always wanted to know all about everything. He is a deep sea diver. If that isn t getting to the bottom of things, what is? I hear music in the shifting of the sands, and I see Vergie Mae Calligan singing a solo at a wed¬ ding. Her voice is sweet and clear and her range is bigger than the one baritones are always bel¬ lowing about being home on. In the Metropolitan Art Gallery in New York, the sands show me the beautiful paintings of Mary Alice Fields. Just keep in mind that she was art editor of the “Goldstone.” Strange, very strange indeed, yet the sands never make mistakes. Some of our class-members seem to be having aches and pains as they grow older and I find them in John Hopkins Hospital, where the chief surgeon is Dr. Clyde Watson. Now the sands shift to the highways where I see Elbert Pilkington driving a greyhound bus en route to Washington. In New York at Billy Rose’s “Diamond Horseshoe,” 1 see the lovely Josephine Gaines as a ballet dancer and singer. The sands shift violently and I see Floyd Caviness, engineer, sitting in the cab of an east bound train. He is making and excellent engineer. He could always crawl out of trouble; he should be able to get a train through on time easily. In a far distant city in Louisiana, I see Eleanor Kirkman, who married Sergeant John Wesley Harris, entertaining her friends at an officers’ club. As the sands shift, the scene is a Western state, and the town is Hollywood, California. I see actor Billy Oldham starring in his latest production, “Springtime in Pasodenia.” Ah, the sands are forming in happy lines now. I see a figure in uniform. Is it a general? No, it is the head usher in the “Lowes Capitol Theater” in Goldston, North Carolina. That should be a perfect job for Billy Sipe. He always sat through the shows at the Temple theater till the man¬ ager sent him home, especially if it were a western picture. Another pleasant pattern is Sally Faye Campbell in the grandstand at the baseball park in San¬ ford, watching her husband, Pete Sasser, pitch for the Spinners. When we think of great writers, we can’t forget the famous writings of Angelette Oldham, who is managing editor of “The Magazine That America Lives by,” Good Housekeeping. The sands shift and I see again good old Goldston High, where Betty Lou Rogers is teaching music to the students and her little family of boys. The sand falls into smooth even lines and I see a lovely blond beauty, Ann Marie Moses, teach¬ ing English at the University of California. The sands move up and down—up and down. I see a very attractive girl, Louise Hilliard, who was a staunch Republician, changing her politics and leaving for Washington to be Secretary to North Carolina’s State Senator, Frank P. Graham, “Democrat.” I see an ocean liner leaving the dock—The Blue Devils are all on shore waving good-by and shouting good advice to their missing coach Billy Joe Harris, who is leaning over the railing— no, no, he isn’t seasick yet—leaning over the railing to get a last glimpse of his famous team. He is their representative at the Olympics. If anyone is not pleased with his future and wishes to delve more deeply into it, just meet me at my office and bring a dollar with you. Billy Joe Harris, Prophet Page Twenty-Four

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