Greenville High School - Tau Yearbook (Greenville, NC)

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1944 GREEN LIGHTS SENIOR CLASS HISTORY About five years ago we began our life in Greenville High School. Since then we have developed from the bashful Freshmen into some of the best leaders of the school. During our first years in Junior High, we became familiar with the students, the school, and its activities and organizations. We developed a respect for these things and frequently dreamed of the day when we would really be a part of them. We were creating within ourselves a desire to become some of the leaders of the school. In the tenth grade we began to participate in the extra curricular activities. Members of our class joined various clubs and organiza- tions. We were proud to have a member of our class elected as Treasurer of the Student Cooperative Association that year. As Juniors, we first worked as an organ- ized group. Our first officers were Jack Scott, President; Mattie Harris Mayo, Vice-Presi- dent; Shirley Savage, Secretary; and Wil- liam Keck, Treasurer. Under the leadership of these officers, we sponsored several school entertainments and conducted a successful magazine sale. The proceeds from these went into the Junior-Senior Dance which we gave in May. This successful affair summed up our activities as Juniors. Because of her high scholastic average, Peggy Rose Smith has served as Chief Mar- shal of our Class. Her assistants have been Elizabeth Kittrell, Mattie Harris Mayo, Betsy Hellen, Margaret Joyce Clark, Annie Lee Powell, and Hennie Ruth Whichard. During the summer of 1943 thirty-five members of our class received their high school diplomas. These students were those who had attended summer school or had passed the college entrance examination. Now some are attending college, working, or are in the various branches of the service. We have missed these students and still feel that they are a part of us. We began our Senior year as a small class suffering the loss of the early graduates. In spite of this, however, we were able to achieve success in all our undertakings. The most important undertaking of the year was the publication of the yearbook. Green Lights, and this annual proved to be a great improvement over previous years. The Staff was elected by the class and they were as follows: Co-Editors, Betsy Hellen and Peggy Rose Smith ; Business Manager, Hennie Ruth Whichard; Literary Editor, Dick Worsley; Photography Editor, Harper Darden; and Advertising Manager, Neill Posey. The Staff was assisted by members of the class. We presented the annual Christmas program, sponsored the filling of two Christmas bas- kets, and conducted a very successful station- ery sale. We also gave several dances, and sponsored a basketball game between the Juniors and Seniors. The following officers were elected at the first class meeting of the year: President, Mattie Harris Mayo; Vice-President, Hennie Ruth Whichard; Secretary, Shirley Savage; and Treasurer, Russell Gardner. It was under this capable leadership that we completed our last year of work. With the end of our life as Seniors came the end of our life as students of Greenville High School. This life has been a pleasant one and we shall never forget it and all the memories that it afforded. Eleven

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1944 GREEN LIGHTS ♦ ♦ SUPERLATIVES

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★ ★ 1944 GREEN LIGHTS ★ ★ ★ ★ PROPHECY After spending several very successful years in the South Seas, Snag Minshew and I pull into port at Miami Beach. As we alight from our schooner, the Never-Sail, we see Congressman Dick Worsley boarding his private yacht. Obviously he is about to start on another of his famous fishing trips. After visiting the high spots of Miami, we con- tinue our way. At Charleston, the next stop, we see the Reverend Lupton slyly leaving the Silver Slipper Club. Theodore seems to be doing very well in the Parson business. At Morehead City we dock our little craft and hop a plane for Green- ville. Our companion is Bernard West, who is using his manly physique to a good advantage as a life guard. He informs us that his nephew, Pete, is a successful carpenter and that his now bald head is a decided improvement to his looks. From the airport we take the subway for Five Points where we find Wallace Gurganus looking sad and wretched. It seems that his latest wife has just croaked him with a frying pan and sent him to get a new bottle for the baby. While we are talking who lands on the corner in his new helicopter but Russell Gardner, new President of the Flanagan Buggy Company. Strolling into the Rainbow Club, we meet a big red nose, behind which we find Billy Denton who has just starred in a revived version of a picture made by Jimmy Durante to whom he bears a remarkable resemblance. Billy unconsciously leads us to the juke box where he borrows a nickel so that we can hear Boots Broadwell moan, I ' ve Got the Blues for Someone to Love. It is now Sunday, and after we decide to visit a few more old classmates, we begin a search for addresses and telephone numbers. Judging from the marks beside it, Margaret Joyce Clark ' s number is the most popular. Arriving at her home, we find that she has just hooked old Curley, who is already miserably whimpering in the dog-house. We collect a choice bit of news here, for Mar- garet tells us that Peggy Rose {not Gypsy Rose), is doing mighty well on Broadway, and that Susanne is rather successful in Burlesque. In the evening Tom Moore, his wife (the former Louise Speight), and little Tommy join us as we go to the Methodist Church where everybody in town goes now since the energetic, silver-tongued Ralph Fleming has become pastor. Many old friends are there. Buster Filers is the organist — he ' s quite good, I ' m told. In the all-girl choir we see Hennie Ruth, the highest paid soloist in town, Adelaide Warren, Anne Morton, and Betsy Nobles, who give out Boogie-Woogie every night but sing like angels on Sunday. There is also Safie Wil- liams, whose theme song. Night and Date, is the most popular record played at W. G. T. C. Mary Barden Taylor accompanies her on the flute. In the congregation we see Harriett Harrington, Dorothy Harrington, Doris Dickinson, Rena Oakes, and Marie Coward, all of whom married war heroes. Mondav evening while on a sight-seeing tour we run into Harper 5-high Darden, the proud owner and operator of Joe ' s, a most amazing establishment. As we enter, the lights grow dim and from the background flit Joyce Corbette, Betsy Hellen, Mary Anne Duncan, and Lib Kittrell giv- ing a most remarkable rendition of the Bumpsy- Daisy, more popular than the Can-Can ever was. As Knott Proctor and his Off-Key Three furnish the music, Peggy Mitchell sings the vocal, and Shorty Johnson comes forth with her tan- talizing Snake Dance. Bidding Harper farewell we start to our hotel. On the way, we see Neill Posey, English grammar book under his arm, scurrying down the street. He is following in the steps of his father. In the lobby we meet Grace Peele, Julia Conway, and Christine Mozingo re- turning from the library where they ' ve been read- ing How to Make Your Husband Happy. Who should drift in but Gladys Reagan, Wilma Allen, Gloria Bell, Irene Forbes, Mary Lou Hardee, Sudie Carawan, and Edna Ipock, who have been to the theater to see their ideal. Not Sohotra. As the girls swoon out of the picture, we hear from Mike ' s Billiard Parlor next door, the voice o f Johnny Wilson piercing the night with the cry, Rack, Larry! We join a group around the radio and listen to the story, told in person, of how Merciless Simmons won the war single-handed. Purchasing a Daily Reflection, we proceed to our room where we retire among its very informative pages. Un- folding the front page we read: Senatress Mattie Harris Mayo Reports to the Nation on the Pro- hibition Bill. Well, she finally did it! From the Social Column we learn that Ruby Moye has re- turned to the Metropolis of Maury after spending a few eventful days in Greenville. We find also that Shirley Savage, Charlotte Robertson, and Helen Aman have arrived in the city of sunshine after a pleasant stretch in Dix Hill. So ends a week-end visit to dear old Greenville in the year 1954. Dangerous, wasnt it?! Ttvelve