Logan High School - Voice Yearbook (Concord, NC)

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Tune- “I Walk With God” Dear Logan High, we love you so. We hate to part, but we must go. This our prayer, our humble plea, May the Lord be ever with thee. It’s true we’ve had some hard times, too. We did not care, for we still had you. We’ll remember you forever, And will forsake you never. We will not fail you as long as our faith is strong. Whatever road we may walk along. Dear Logan High, we are proud of you. You’ve stuck with us, and brought us through So now to you, we’ll say adieu. With trembling words, so sad. With one last sigh, we’ll say goodbye. To the school we love so well. Dear Logan High. n Class Song ur high school days are over, e hate so much to go e will strive to make our future bright, this wonderful land we know. Sadly, we hate to leave you, But our generous deed is done, In the days and years that are fading, Our high school battle is won. Still not at the top, but climbing, To a future of success, We will strive so hard to make the goal, No matter what the task. Oh! Logan High, Dear Logan High We will always remember your Name, As we climb the ladder to success, In different worlds of Fame. — Marva L, Robinson

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Class Prophecy As my first year of teaching the summer students at the New York Hillsdale High School ended, I immediately made up my mind to visit my old classmates dur- ing the fall , While sitting in Grand Central Station awaiting the arrival of my train, three men came toward me. I recognized them as Joe L. Pharr, James Davis and Paul Stafford, Pro-baseball players in New York. Charles Smith, pro-basketball player in New York, came by in his white convertible Cadillac and stopped to converse a moment with me. We were told by the private detective, Elizabeth Stafford, that the train would be delayed, because of a mishap in upper Manhattan; so we decided to go to the Blue Moon Hotel where we found Paul Brown as the entertainer for a two weeks’ engage- ment . When passing the Presbyterian Hospital, we saw four attractive nurses, Elaine Johnson, Betty Saunders, Georgia Forrest and Myrtle Forney. Returning to Grand Central Station , I fell asleep and had a strange dream . It seemed that I saw Ida Walker , Mattie Smith , Dorothy Miller , Emma Russel and Annie Alexander on the nursing staff at a local hospital. Leaving New York I went to Washington, where the annual doctors’ convention was being held. There we saw Franklin Miller , Robert Foard and William Cook. On TreinerRoad I passed the radio station WHIP and decided to stop. We heard a very familiar voice which I soon recognized as Ruben Parler, the favorite disc jockey of the teen-agers on the avenue. After such a dream I was awakened suddenly by the touch of Josephus Springs. I boarded my train to Virginia and arrived early. I went down to Virginia State Col- lege where I saw William Foard, assistant to Josephus Springs in the physical edu- cation department, also saw some stenographers on a state-wide tour. They were Nazaree Jackson, Naomi Mobley, Lorene Bruner and Ruthelma Govan. On Madison Avenue I saw Alexander McCorkle and his crew of brick masons constructing a YMCA. Harry McDaniel was art illustrator for a large movie firm on the same av- enue . My next stop was in Durham, North Carolina , at Duke Hospital . There I saw Ernestine Brewer as a laboratory technician, Marva Robinson, a child specialist, Emma Cook, a surgeon, and Clarence Jordan, a brain specialist. Clarence told me that Thomas Eddleman, a lawyer now, had a fine mansion on Pearson Street, and Doris Horne was his private secretary. In route home, we stopped at a down town service station, and to our surprise we saw Bobby Love , a mechanical engineer. Two hours laterwe arrived in Concord. There were somany changes to be seen such as a large dressmaker and design- er’s shop owned by Daisy Robinson, incorporated by Mary McClure. Ernestine Reid was the owner of an exclusive interior decorating shop across the street from Daisy’s . On the next block there was a tremendous beauty parlor owned and operated by Aggie Knox, Mary Wilkerson and Ella Love. From there I went to Logan school and found Dollie Livingston as secretary to the principal, Mr . C . C . Griffin; Betty Jo Cannon teaching typing and shorthand, Em- ma Hicklen as biology teacher and Margaret E. Bell as Math, teacher. Mr. Griffin told me that there were also three newly added faculty members — Patricia Marsh, 9th grade English teacher , James Wagoner , music instructor and Wilma Faggart, home economics teacher, I also found out that Alice Sims was Math, professor at Johnson C. Smith University. After saying goodbye to a 1 1 I wandered out on the campus where we saw Oscar Murray taking pictures of various clubs, classes and so forth for the senior class annual . Later Willie McDaniel , who received his Doctor of Divinity Degree from Living- ston College and now minister at Rock Hill A. M. E. Zion church, came by with the New York Symphony Orchestra. Troy Sherffield, conductor of the orchestra, told us that Leonard Witherspoon was teaching electrical engineering at New York Univer- sity and James Stewart was an industrial employer, owning a large cotton mill. My trip ended as suddenly as it began, and again I was on my way to New York. I am exceedingly happy to say the class of ’55 has succeeded in everything they set out to accomplish. As our motto says, “Look not mournfully into the past; go forth to meet the future without fear,’’ so let it be. -Margaret Louise Bell

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SMARTEST Harry McDaniel - Emma Cook BEST SPEAKERS Wilma Faggart - James Stewart Lorene Bruner MOST STUDIOUS Franklin Miller - Doris Horne BEST SCHOOL SPIRIT Thomas Eddleman Marva Robinson MOST DIGNIFIED Margaret L. Bell