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

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1948— In The Land Of Cotton’ —1948 Wilhelm, Bobby James Wilhelm, Billy Brown Bobby is cheerful in his quiet T -think that'I shall’ never see way, A subject that.qppeals to-'me, And he never has much to To worry little and study less say : ‘ Is my idea-of happiness.” He may be the ‘Most Bashful eA ede ta fo d Senior lad’ . Hiss But he is never lonely and sad. Mascots Gaither, Dicme . Canup, Johnny A cute little miss Big browns eyes With pretty brown curls, A smile full of joy, Loved by the seniors boys— The senior girls adore Envied by the girls. This red haired boy. ff ie a = Hien 5 gt

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In She Land Of Cotton” —1948 Shive, Clotilda Jean She’s happy and gay With plenty to say; This is the sign she paints: ‘Leave silence to the saints‘!’’ Smith, Howard Jackson “He'd like a million dollars He’d like a beautiful date But he will be content Just to graduate.” Smith, Thelma Inez A charming true blonde With sparkling blue eyes, When there’s talking to be done, Thelma is very wise.” Stokes, Edna Jane KA typical Senior of all time With a smile that is divine, A disposition that is bright as day Friendly and sweet in every way.” Trexler, Kathryn Gertrude Kathryn is worth her weight in gold, For in her kind way we are told She is willing to help anyone In any way it can be done.” Trexler, Peggy Lou “One who tries to do her part And of gold is made her heart; A good classmate to all Peggy will rise to never fall.” Trexler, Ruth Elizabeth A great name rather than great riches Is at the top of this girl’s wishes, And with her skill and intelligence This will be accomplished at once,” Webb, Glenn Tazewell BK 'Web’ is a complicated thing Running all around in a ring And this one is no exception ‘Cause, he is always on the run.

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1948— In She Land Of Cotton”—1948 On OEE OhASS OF 1948 It was in the year of nineteen hundred forty-four that a group of young Tar Heels, 78 in number, stepped from a land of cotton, into a little high school in Granite Quarry. In the summer, four years later, an old plantation near Granite Quarry resumed its duties for the purpose of gathering these lads and lassies together again. As we gather around in the large fields of cotton, we began to relive our days in high school. The echoes rang out as we chanted the activi- ties of our high school days. With the contributions and sayings of all, we soon had recalled our past four years: We entered high school as green freshmen who hardly knew which way to move. But with the help and guidance of our faculty advisors, Mrs. H. P. Barringer and Mr. Holland L. Brinkley, we plunged forward enthusiastically with the hope of a higher education. Anxious to take up our work and venture further, we began our second year’s work as gay young sophomores. Thinking ambitiously, we could see our goal, high above, which we were striv- ing toward. Under the direction of Miss Edna Brown and Mr. W. L. Rhyne, we had a successful year. That year quickly passed and before long, we strode back to school to find what was in store for a group ot jolly juniors. Now we had climbed one step higher in our struggle for a greater lamp of knowledge. With the help of such great supervisors, Miss Rachael Crowell and Mrs. E. C. Staton, we were bound to advance. Our class leaders were: President, Carl Fink; vice-president, Tommy Bray; secretary, Isabelle Brown; and treasurer, Lawrence Gaither. Many members of our class took interest, played a vital part, and represented our school in th athletic fields. Buddy Foster won a trophy for getting the most points in the “free-throw” contest in the American Legion Tournament. This being our junior year, we were given the privilege of revealing our ability as actors in presenting a play, ‘Here Comes Charlie.” The play was very successful and with its proceeds, we honored the seniors at a formal banquet. “Under the Rainbow’’ was the theme carried out at the Junior-Senior Banquet. Before we had had much time to think about the jolly year just completed, another year had dawned upon us—that long-looked-for and final year when we might be called dignified seniors. As we stepped up to acquire the desired goal we had looked upon almost four years ago and wondered if we would reach it, we were very happy to have Mrs. J. L. Sowers for our faculty advisor. Her smiling face and enduring patience encouraged us and won our appreciation of her leadership. Along the years, some of the classmates found it impossible to continue their journey for a high school career, and now our class had dwindled from 78 to only 42 in number. Our class officers for the year were: President, Hugh Fisher; vice-president, Billy Wilhelm; secretary-treasurer, Audrey Richardson. As seniors, some of our greatest interests lay in selecting our mascots, invitations, and class rings. Now that we were seniors, we worked hard in trying to set a good example for the undergraduates to follow. We were proud to have four of our classmates on the Student Council, while others were very active in publishing a good annual, putting out good school papers and other activities. Again this year, we were greatly inter- ested in the sports with about 13 seniors playing on the squads. Under the directorship of Mrs. Sowers, we presented a senior play, “A Little Honey,” which was very successful. Later in the spring, we were honored at a banquet sponsored by the Juniors. The next thing we knew, we were anxiously awaiting the class day program and graduation exercises, realizing we had spent four short speedy years of good old days in high school. As we were turning away to leave dear old Granite High and step out into the wide, wide world where we would have to tackle our problems alone, we looked back at our wonderful faculty of teachers, with Mr. E. C. Staton continuously leading the way, to say “Thank you!” for anticipating and leading us through our struggling days successfully. That evening as the golden sun slipped away behind the tree-tops, and we turned our backs on the bare cotton fields, now, we old friends parted to return to our old southern homes with the same feeling of serenity which we felt on our graduating night. FAYE CAUBLE Class Historian