Hookerton High School - Ho Hi Echoes Yearbook (Hookerton, NC)

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Last Will and Testament Being of sound minds, healthy bodies, and clear consciences, we, the Senior Class of nineteen hundred and fifty -eight, do hereby declare this our last will and testament. ARTICLE I To the school, we leave a trophy case in hopes they will fill it in the coming years. ARTICLE II To Mr. Copeland, we leave the hopes of a better basketball team. To the faculty, we bequeath a supply of aspirins for all the headaches a student body brings. ARTICLE III To the Junior Class we leave the title of Seniors, our homeroom and some badly worn textbooks. To the Sophomores we bequeath our loose-leaf notebooks if they can find them and one ream of notebook paper. To the Freshmen we leave our carefree ways. ARTICLE IV As individuals we leave the following: I, Nancy Bunn, leave my love for dancing to Faye Mooring. I, Charles Carraway, will my ability to play baseball to Dallas Stepps. I, John Crews, leave my hair style to Glenn Hill. I, Bobbie Ann Dail, leave my love for basketball to Faye Kilpatrick. I, Jackie Grant, leave my ability to laugh at anything, or anywhere, to Patsy Gray. I, Marjorie Gray, will all my freckles to anyone that will have them. I, Helen Johnson, leave my basketball suit to anyone who wants it. I, Carroll Jones, leave two empty seats, one in the 11th grade and one in the 12th grade. I, Polly Phillips, just leave, taking everything with me. I, Alton Sutton, bequeath my love for basketball to James Ginn. I, Barbara Tyndall, leave my desk to Pat Tyndall. I, Ralph Tyndall, leave only because I have to. I, Roy Lee Tyndall, will my ability to sing to Randall Boone. I, Faye Tyson, leave my ability to argue with Mr. Copeland to who ever is able. Testator, Bobbie Ann Dail Prophecy After studying French one day, I was tired almost to the point of exhaustion, so I closed my eyes to rest for a few moments. In my mind, thoughts of the future came racing. My visions were thus: Nancy Jane Bunn happily married to a certain guy who owns a petite cafe in La Grange. Our Babe Ruth, Charles Carraway attending the University of North Carolina where he is well-known for his batting average. After serving twenty years, Admiral John William Crews retired from the Navy and lives happily with his wife and two children. Our 5 ' 2 athlete, Bobbie Ann Dail resides in the surburban area of Goldsboro, housekeeping for her hubby. Marjorie Gray with an excellent job as a stenographer for the FBI in Washington. Helen Johnson, in Baltimore, Maryland, designing the fashions she uses in Johnson ' s Dress Shoppe. ” While his blond -haired, brown-eyed wife is keeping house, Edward Carroll Jones chases the speed demons of Hooker ton. After helping her Daddy sucker tobacco a couple of summers, Polly Ann Phillips has settled down to being a housewife; her hubby owns a farm near Kinston. Polly ' s neighbor, Alton Sutton, is operating a large plantation next to the Everett farm. Ralph Tyndall, graduate of Atlantic Christian College, coaching the Hookerton Phantoms. Barbara Tyndall, who finished her training at John Hopkins Hospital, a major surgeon in the country. Flying sabre jets at Warner Fields, Texas, Second Lieutenant Roy Lee Tyndall. Faye Tyson, with a Bachelor of Science degree from East Carolina College in English and French, replaced Mrs. Whitfield. And yours truly, a filing clerk at San Diego Naval Base, happily married to an Admiral. Prophet: Jackie Anne Grant

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Class History an independent class we choose not to trust the memories of the greatest days in the life of the class 5e a historians, but hereby officially record those immortal years ourselves. Differing from all other Freshman classes in that we had no horror of trials ahead, to the astonishment of the nlassmen we moved in like a tidal wave and created quite an atmosphere of laughter, merriment and Te sailed through a year never to be forgotten by more than we. We had 3 girls and 2 boys who earned let- -he basketball teams and 4 cheerleaders. We girls served at the Junior-Senior banquet and the Irish Setting etjeyed more than the guests did, no doubt. Z Id and experienced as we were the title Sophomores underrated us. Although we felt much more mature raEinued our practical jokes and giggles. Again we girls were chosen to serve the Junior -Senior banquet and •sell the theme was A Circus, we thought we did a splendid job. There ' s no need to say that we were well prepared to set a new ' jolly mark ' for Jolly Juniors. We resolved fe e rp to our motto, Ever Ready. I - dire poverty was accented when we realized we had social obligations to meet - the Junior -Senior, ve resolved to turn over a new leaf and switch from idle mischief to real action. We made up our minds to — e best Junior-Senior ever to be presented, so after putting our heads together we set out to strike it rich. sz.i vanilla, billfolds, assorted cards, desk sets, caps and banners. We were not used to hard work, but we e t live any reason to complain. In no time flat our pocketbook began to glow with health and we started on ii: step toward financial ability. We worked with the Seniors in getting up a play, Quit Your Kidding. zr toyed the practices very much and then the big night came. Little had we realized how great it would be me applause swelled from the auditorium; then we gave a sigh of relief. Though ' in the money it didn’t take long to dispense of it when we started planning our banquet. We worked hard on invitations, programs, and place cards all of which were handmade in our Hawaiian theme, mm fingernails, blisters and aching backs, yet all diked out in party clothes and high spirits, we soon relaxed enjoyed the banquet immensely. Commencement exercises were close at hand and we busied ourselves to prepare our part of class night. rrrr farewell to the Seniors of ' 57, we paused to think seriously for the first time, wondering how our carefree. : r r-go-lucky class would react to their graduation. Vacation over we were anxious to get back into the old routine, not knowing the many new paths we were to uc. It didn ' t take long to clean out the cobwebs, and we began to save from our studies some surplus grey to create opportunities to ride the hamburger wagon. Ve shall always recall the happy times that resulted from collecting advertisements for our annual. Then ■was the mad rush of preparing copy. But to add spice to drudgery we began work on the Junior -Senior play, e Miss Somebody. It went over ' great, ' much to the relief of Mrs. Smith and Mrs. Whitfield. My, how- must have aged during the trying practices! Having set the record of differing from all other classes we bribed the Juniors into planning our Washington - Tork trip for the fall instead of the traditional spring. After many reversals of opinions and changing of dates boarded our Carolina Trailways bus, October 29, and earned the title, The World ' s Most Unusual Sightseers respite colds and flu, we captured these two great cities. Weary, but joyously happy, we arrived home safely. 3y the end of this last half year we hope to have well profited by our many opportunities, some of which we — iz ed and accepted, and hope that we shall be able to take our places in the future world together, even :Tt in the spirit of remembrance of the wonderful hours we have spent in the past. Class Historian, Polly Ann Phillips

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JAMES HOOVER KENNETH McLAWHORN CHARLIE ORMOND TAYLOR NETHERCUTT SHIRLEY ROUSE L. H. STOCKS DALLAS STEPPS LEVY SUGG KINSEY SPEIGHT