Logan High School - Voice Yearbook (Concord, NC)

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Maud Mr. C. O. Foster, Sponsor Chorus Pre sident Se cretary T reasure r Mr. Foster, Sponsor . . . . Della Handy . . . . Mary Clark Berlyn Goodman

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Class Prophecy As the class of 1952 was contemplating its commencement exercises, it fell my lot to forecast the future of those fair damsels and gallant young men. In the summer of 1962, ten years later, it was my good fortune to learn the fate of those young ladies and gentlemen who were once carefree and happy school girls and boys in the dear old historic town of friendship. It came about this way. I was called to the West on business. While passing through the state of Wyoming, the train was wrecked and the passengers were obliged to alight at a small station. Almost immediately everything grew dark, and I felt myself being whirled and lifted very constant upward. After what seemed an hour of constant whirling, I found myself in a strange place. An old man with a long beard came toward me and asked who I was and from whence I came. He said “You were whirled here in a cyclone and the onlyway you can return is to fall asleep, and the rest will be up to me. To this I readily consented. While asleep I had a beautiful vision of my classmates. The first thing I realized was that I was in a strange city. As I was walking down the street, I went into a bakery and saw an exceeding fat man. He immediately recognized me, and said he owned the bakery. This fat man was Eugene Black. The scene then changed and I found myself in John Hopkins Hospital in Baltimore. There I saw Catherine Walker, Elizabeth Miller, Nellie Jones, and Mamie Forrest as nurses . In New York, I met Betty Alexander, who had just driven in from New Jersey where she said she was a nurse. I afterward learned Barnard Carr had played her false and she remained an old maid. Betty took me to the Harlem Hospital where I saw a lot of beauti- ful nurses; Dorcie Reid, Helena Bost, Willie Phillips, Jessie Cannon, Mavis Bruner, Mar- gie Scott, Mazella Young and Annie Ford. I went to Hampton Institute in Virginia. I was walking on the campus when I saw a man and woman coming toward me. Fred Marsh said he was a Math teacher and Verna Cureton was the Physical Education director. My next stop was Concord, North Carolina. On my way home, I saw a large build- ing being constructed. The brick masons were Sandy Jones and William Pearson. Henry Stafford had the carpentry work, and Willie Black was the contractor. Willie Douglas had been the architect. The building they were constructing was the Y. M. C. A. From there I went to Logan School. Florence Debose was the secretary, Mary Howie was teaching typing. Mary McMillan was nurse of the school, and James McDaniels was the dentist. Mr. James told me that James Alexander was a general in the army. We went to the grammar departm ent and there was Cleomas Long. Mr. James also said that Robert Pearson was a pro football player with the Cleveland Browns of Cleveland, Ohio. Willette Johnson was the Home Economics teacher. As I was leaving, I saw a beautiful mansion in front of the school. It belonged to Henry Weaks, and he is amillionaire now. I went to Reid’s Motor Company and to my amazement Henry Pryer and Bernard Reid were mechanical engineers. Louise White, Betty Garvin, and Margaret Howie were stenographers at Citizen’s Bank. Betty told me that Edward Shinn was a business man. Alberta Moss, Virginia Free- man and Pauline Bost had become partners and had a Beauty Parlor. Yvonne Hill was do- ing the jewelry work at Leonard’s Jewelry Shop. Yvonne told me that Theodore Johnson was a manual artist in New York. I am glad to say the class of 1952 has succeeded in everything they set out to accom- plish. As our class motto goes, “We have not finished; but just begun”. - Della Handy

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Class Poem Our Senior class has struggled hard, To give to you a rule. But the time has come for us to part, From dear old Logan School. We have done our best to satisfy Both great large and small. Although we hate to say goodbye. Don’t let ole Logan fall. O Senior class, O Senior class We are the leaders of the band. We must press on to higher ground And lend a helping hand. We must not stop to hesitate And let our friends go by. We must move on, we cannot wait And hold our flags up high. O Logan high, O Logan High You have been so kind and true. But the time has come to leave you now We’ll always remember you. We are on our way to seek success In every thing we do. So we’ll say goodbye we have done our best, The Senior class of ’52. - Henry Stafford Class Song Tune - Beautiful Dreamer Logan we love you, deep in our hearts. Now time has come dear, for us to depart. Sounds of our School songs heard in the day, Echoes from them now, have vanished away. Hum, hum, hum, hum, hum, hum, hum, hum, We as the Seniors things came our way, Now we are gone onto start a new day. Out goes the old class in comes the new, Logan we hate to bid you adieu. Chorus Dear o Logan, we’ll say good-bye We will remember your rules and your guide Dear O Logan, you brought us through the dearest class on Nineteen -fifty-two. - Annie B. F ord