Griffith High School - Blue and Gold Yearbook (Winston Salem, NC)

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SENIORS INEZ WILLIAMS F. H. A. Club 1, 2; Softball 1, 2, 3; Basket¬ ball 3, 4; Monogram Club 3, 4; Commercial Club 4. PEGGY WILES Cheerleader 3, Chief 4; Basketball 2; Mono¬ gram Club 3, 4; Driver Education President 4; Glee Club 1, 2, 3. SARAH HOLCOMB MOTTO DAVID CLINARD Success—like roses—has thorns.” SS FLOWER CLASS COLORS Red Rose Green and White 20

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CLASS PROPHECY As an ardent admirer of flowers, I annually browse through the exhibit hall at the fair to observe the floral displays. On this warm sunny day in October 1961, the array of roses was outstanding. These were of all colors—red, yellow, pink, and white. I stood there absorbing the beauty of these magnificent roses, then my eyes rested on a rather prominent white one. At once my thoughts strayed back to my high school days; I remembered that our Senior Class flower ten years ago had been a white rose. I strolled from the exhibit hall to the agricul¬ ture building still thinking of the class of ’51. Imagine then my pleasure in learning that George Venable had just walked off with all the first prizes in the poultry department. Leaving the display building I wandered down the midway where I saw my former classmate, Inez Williams, on bill as THE WORLD’S SKINNIEST WOMAN.’’ Down at the cowbarn, I found my good friend, Floyd Clinard, making a killing showing Holstein cows. I left the fair and went downtown where I saw Ray Cress busy at work as manager of J. C. Penny Company. Joan Glascoe was making history as chief model at Mother and Daughter Stores. I went on up the street to the corner drugstore and was standing there when I heard a familiar voice from the direction of the Post Office. I looked around and saw Sylvia Bloat Pope and Anne Long; they had just joined the Wacs. I stepped inside the drug store and there was my old buddy. Jack Cranford, jerking sodas. He was next in line for the Manager’s job. After congratulating the biggest pest’’ of ’51, I went down Fourth Street for my car which was parked in front of Bocock Stroud’s. Coming from Security Life and Trust Building was Wilma Manning. In a few minutes I learned from her that she was private secretary to the president of this company and that her cousin, Mary Ellen Manning, was private secretary to the newly elected Mayor, Brantley Hilliard Hartman, Jr. I got in my car and drove to Reynold’s Auditorium where they were having an all night singing. I learned that Cletus Snyder and Tommy Miller had finally put their beautiful voices to grand use—and had just won second place in the amateur contest. Over on the far side of the auditorium I spied Johnsie Landreth. Apparently her commercial education was paying off for, on closer observation, I found that she was putting in over time by figuring up board feet for Tuttle Lumber Company to the rhythm. A few rows back I saw Bill Whitt and Mayme Jones, a Mr. and Mrs., who had settled down to a quiet and happy married life. From there I went to Peace Haven Race Track to the stock car races. I learned that Ted Sink was burning up the track with his cars. It was rumored that his chief mechanic was Kenneth McKeown. As Ted rounded the last turn and headed into the home stretch, there was an accident. A Vogler’s ambulance appeared on the scene. It was driven by my old buddy, Edward Swaim, who was making a killing in the undertaking business. I followed Edward to the City Memorial Hospital; as I pulled up to the emergency entrance, I saw another familiar face. It was Betty Lou Hill in a nurse’s uniform. I found out that her boss, the house doctor, was Calvin Vestal, M. D. Betty Joe Everhart and Peggy Wiles were two more of my Griffith classmates who had become successful nurses at City Memorial. 22