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

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LAST Wilh) ANG ES Ah ea We the members of the Senior Class of Granite Quarry High School, being of sound mind, do hereby make this our last will and testament. I To Mr. Staton and the faculty we leave our utmost appreciation for their kindness and help during our school career. Without your patience we could never have been successful in our twelve years at Granite Quarry. II To our parents who have watched over us and helped us in all our troubles, we thank you with our whole hearts. Il To the juniors we leave our dignity and back seats in chapel. You are now taking our place. Follow the advice of the faculty, and you can't go wrong. IV Sophomores, you could never succeed in having as many beautiful girls and handsome boys as we do, so don't try. V Freshmen, the way may seem easy now, but remember life has its serious side too. Hoover Lingle wills his red hair to Jean Lyerly and John Kesler, who can probably use it for more than just something to cover the head. Thyra Rose Honeycutt inherits Frances Coley’s small waistline. Mary Helen Shook leaves her love to eat to any- one who needs some weight. Carl Fink leaves his willingness to improve the school spirit to Madeline Fink. Bessie Barringer inherits the remaining part of Joan Holshouser’s increasing everyday conver- sation. Hugh Fisher wills his ability to get the woman he goes after to Wade Fisher, Jr., and Phililp Holshouser. Lillian Eagle bequeaths her love for army uni- forms to Mildred Baity and Nellie Teague. When it comes to curly wavy hair, Billy Oddie has inherited some of Harry Basinger’s property. Zula Bost wills her love for the Navy to Dolores Combs. Kenneth Troutman inherits Lawrence Gaither’s ability to call on Dad on certain nights. Edna Jane Stokes, who likes that big mountain moon, leaves her love for the mountains to Lillie Roscoe. Thelma Smith wills her long, blonde hair to Kitty Allen, who has tried so hard to get it. Bobby Wilhelm wills his favorite song, subject, teacher, food, and girl to Bobby Barringer and Bill Trexler. Rose McCombs wills her ability to “get around” to Ethel Rose Kepley, who already has a system of this sort in use. Lillie Mae Penley inherits Kathryn Trexler’s warm, bright, and cheery smile, the cause of a beautiful day. Buddy Foster wills the remains of the basketball court to Joe Kluttz. Ann Corn's everlasting curls are left to Jean Raney in the hope that they won't go unnoticed. Miriam Beck leaves her musical love for popular songs to Betty Rose Thomas. Isabelle Brown's love for fun and mischief is left to Delma Corl and Roy Trexler, and we are sure they know what to do with it. June McKenzie and Mary Rose Peeler inherit Jean Shive’s desire, To find a man she can trust.” VI al. ar 23. 24. 20 26. Paths 28. 29, 30. 31. 32. 33. 34. 35. 36. 37. 38. 39. 40. Al, 42. 43. Howard Smith leaves his hunting license to Charles Bame because someday in the future, he hopes to have another kind of license. Betty Peeler inherits the shape of Nancy Peeler’s skirts and sweaters. Glenn Webb wills his bus to Bobby Lee Cruse, hoping he can patch it up and it will still run. Margaret Barger inherits Helen Graham's love for poetry and books. Billy Wilhelm bequeaths his famous book of wits to Richard Cauble and J. C. Williams. Janie Fraley inherits Armeda Russell's eyes, which glow like sparks of fire. Baxter Eagle's position as wrestling champion of the world is left to Charles Ribelin. Doris Peacock bequeaths her love for “nightol- ogy” to Lorraine Kluttz and Juanita Kimmer. Harvey Kluttz inherits Alberta Privette’s favorite song, “I Wish I Didn't Love You So.” Sue Peeler wills her favorite pastime, school, to Rebecca Holshouser. Wallace Gaither inherits Elsie Euart’s high scor- ing ability at a basketball game. Peggy Trexler wills her quiet and sincere speech to Nancy Rousseau. Bobby Ray Shaver inherits Melvin Morgan's will- ingness to cooperate with everyone. Margaleen Ostwalt leaves her love for new streamlined cars to Mary Sue Bernhardt. Grace Huffman wills her love to talk a lot and make friends to Patty Sue Andrew and Lillian Huffman. Dwight Fraley inherits Herman Kepley’s height. Richard Melchor and Voight Basinger inherit Perry Adams’ love for teasing, tricks and jokes. Jean Rash bequeaths her leadership ability to Harold Moore. Audrey Richardson leaves her brother, Donald, to take her place next year. Ralph Honbarrier leaves his tall, stout physique to Herbert Thompson. Christine Starnes inherits Faye Cauble’s report card with a string of A's on it. Mary Frances Oddie wills her seat in Mrs. Sowers’ homeroom, third row, seventh place, to Coleen Dennis. After writing all of this, there was nothing left for me to will except my pity for the testator of next year. RUTH TREXLER Testatrix

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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

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1948— $n he Land Of Cotton”—1948 SOR CHA Sor PROPHECY Listen, all ye men and women, faculty advisors and classmates! Listen to the words of your prophetess, who shalt now tell you what hath been revealed unto her; just as it hath been revealed unto her, Lo! it hath come to pass that the future hath been rent in twain; and the prophecy of the things yet to be hath departed from her highest height unto thee. Now, as I tried to concentrate on the future of my classmates and tried to penetrate into the mysteries of the future, there suddenly appeared before me a little fairy with smiling eyes like dew drops. Oh, I cried, ‘Wilt thou show me the future of my classmates, of this great and most noble class?’’ She spoke to me saying, ‘‘You must come with me to the Queen and she will help yous’’ Upon arrival, my wish was soon granted; I was made invisible by robe and cane for travel into the Land of Invisibles. Aye, as I gazed into the crystal ball presented me, I could see visions. As I looked still further into the land of the future, I could see moving in the shadows, the people once my classmates, now citizens of the world. I could see Hugh Fisher, once president of the senior class, now owner of the much improved county bus system. Joan Holshouser is now a famous professional singer since her first appearance from WBT. In one of our class rooms, I found Faye Cauble ‘patiently teaching English to many a student. Then my vision turned to New York, where I found Thelma Smith now reporter for the “New York Times.” My vision traveled on further and there was Sue Peeler, now a famous designer for John Powers, And who’s this strolling around, Why it is Jean Rash, modeling the latest style. Then I saw the queen city of the south, Charlotte. What could I see on one of the office doors but, Dr. H. J. Basinger, Dentist.’ Who's this in that striking white uniform? Kathryn Trexler, Assistant! I found Helen Graham now head librarian for the Congressional Library. In one of the large universities, I could see Ralph Honbarrier still in the field of education. He was studying hard on the course of learning more about women. I saw in the far-away distance a missionary school in China. Therein was Peggy Trexler, giving her daily lecture to a large audience. Anpther scene appeared, I could see Elsie Euart as the star player of Denver's champion basketball team. Miriam Beck has become both famous and wealthy, since publishing her first song. Buddy Foster, a great athlete and once Granite’s star basketball player, has made a great success in the field of athletics. The scene changed; I beheld Margaleen Ostwalt, now chief operator of the Bell Telephone Office. Then I could see some more wealthy members of the class. Perry Adams and Herman Kepley now own a plane taxi service in Salisbury. The automobile taxis of yesterday are now only of the pajst. Doris Peacock’s wish has been fulfilled. She is a well known architect; a specialist in constructing houses built almost entirely of glass. As yet, no better ones have been constructed, My vision changed to the capital of North Carolina. There I found Ruth Trexler as secretary to Governor Howard Smith. ‘ Before my vision I could see a famous looking beauty parlor. Within, I found Grace Huffman, owner and operator of the new shoppe. I looked again, and as I looked I caught a glimpse of two familiar figures in navy blue. Inquirihg further, I found them to be none other than Zula Bost and Lillian Eagle. In one of the fine churches at Faith, I could see Carl Fink, as pastor, preaching before a large audience. Rose McCombs’ and Mary Helen Shook’s great ambitions have finally been accomplished. They soon became ‘Mrs.’ after graduation. Both are living happily in Salisbury. Then a scene of a great airfield in Texas appeared. A Flying Fortress was there in the midst of the field, getting ready for a take-off. Piloting the plane was Hoover Lingle and the hostess I soon learned was another classmate, Jean Shive! The scene moved to Florida, where I found Armeda Russell living happily in an orange grove. I saw Ann Corn as head of a large nursery. Who is the attending nurse? Frances Coley! Back in more classrooms I could see Mary Frances Oddie teaching shorthand, and Bobby Wilhelm teaching biology. Alberta Privette, I can readily see, has become a noted seamstress. Then, I could see a large goat ranch. Who’s this prosperous owner? Why it is Lawrence Gaither, better known as ‘’Goat.” Another scene appeared; I saw Billy Wilhelm and Glenn Webb, working hard on their experiment— the latest being an improvement in heating systems. Audrey Richardson has become president of the state’s 4H clubs. She received her iraining in work in Rowan County. Then a white vision appeared before me. Why it is Isabelle Brown, another classmate, but now a private nurse. Her service is being demanded from many parts of the country. Even as I turned away from this scene, I soon learned of another classmate. Who is this? Baxter Eagle, now heavyweight boxing champion of the world!! Glancing further, I saw a beautiful white building. Within, I found Melvin Morgan now manager of the insurance firm. And who is the cute stenographer? Nancy Peeler! After marvelling at all these great things, I suddenly was startled by what I saw. Turning to the present, I beheld the things that are, and I was sure that in the days of the future, prosperity should come to the members of this, the Class of Forty-eight. EDNA JANE STOKES Prophetess