Granite Quarry High School - Quarrier Yearbook (Granite Quarry, NC)

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GRADUATING ATHLETES FRENCH CLASS Front row, left to right: Aleine Fulk, Carl Holshouser, Seated, left to right: Rita Shaver, Mary Gladys Fisher. Arlene Basinger, Mary Virginia Barringer, Betty Jo ; Ree p Fricke. L. A. Foster. Standing: Peggy Lefler, Mary Virginia Barringer, Miss Crowell (Teacher), Betty Oddie. Back row: Junior Putnam, J. W. McNeely, M. G. Roseman, Floyd Lingle. SHORTHAND CLASS OLD FRIENDS Standing: Mildred Lippard. J. W. McNeely, M. G. Roseman First row, left to right: Frances Holshouser, Dorothea eS Teague, Aleine Fulk, Betty Jo Fricke, Patricia Fisher. Second row: Peggy Drye, Annie Mae Trexler.

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I looked again, and as I looked I saw Mary Virginia Barringer and Annie Mae Trexler among the society circles of that far off time. Among those most fair to look upon were these two. My vision turned to the city of Faith and I could see Wentworth Beck was get- ting along greatly in his Radio Repair Business. ? As my vision traveled on, I beheld La Verne Shaw, head of one of the largest nurseries in the world. Another scene appeared, I saw Ray Coley, a leading chemist, working hard in his laboratory. Aleine Fulk, I can readily see, has become famous since she published her first sheet of music. I saw in the distance a great church. Within this church was Carl Holshouser. preaching before a large audience. The scene changed and, I saw Arnold Peeler settled down on a large farm, rais- ing children and potatoes. In the Commercial World, I saw Ruby Ritchie, Betty Jane Madures, Betty Peeler, and Dorothea Teague, all famous typists and secretaries. : While I pondered these things in my heart, the door of a house was opened before my vision, and I found a household made happy by a wonderful wife, Mildred Lippard. My soul rejoiced as I gazed on Mildred and I followed my Spirit of Proph- ecy further on its quest of the Things to Be. And as I watched the home lights die away, a swanky looking beauty parlor came to sight. Within I could see Peggy Lefler, head operator, beautifying the already beautiful Broadway stars. My vision was turned to some more wealthy members of our class. Billy John- son and Tommy Webb were made rich from raising pigs, peanuts, and potatoes. While yet feasting my eyes upon that sight I heard a roar above me and looking up, I beheld a silver-winged airplane. Inquiring, I found that Junior Putnam had made a great name for himself, for he was pilot of the plane and a second Lindbergh. Then I saw Bobbie Rogers and Johnnie Jones selling automobiles with the Chrysler firm. A “rushing count” will soon appear, and autos will no longer be their theme. Then I saw in a wonderful high school, there were three others members of our class who had won for themselves a place in the history of education. Standing in one of the classrooms was Betty Oddie, a noted French teacher. Then in the principal’s office, I saw that Floyd Lingle had won this honorable position; and standing in the office was Arlene Basinger, the high school nurse, who had been to Johns Hopkins Hospital and completed her training. And at the end of the street, I could see a beautiful university. Wathin was Mary Gladys Fisher, still in the field of education. She was working for her Ph.D. Degree. As I marvelled at all these things, a veil was drawn before my eyes, shutting out the vision of things to be, and I turned my eyes back to the things that are, sure that in all the days of the future only prosperity should come to the members of this, the Class of Forty-seven. MARY GLADYS FISHER, Prophetess

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CLASS SONG The years, the months, and all the days, Have ever slipped so silently away. But memories will linger on Forever after we are gone. Now we must seek the world beyond We’ve trod our paths of learning, one by one. Oh! Granite High we bid adieu, To teachers, loved ones, and to you. We sing with joy, we sing with praise, Of Golden days. Deep in our hearts our love for you Will always dwell. Oh! Juniors, now that we are leaving, You must take our places Granite High we say farewell! —ALEINE FULK