Middleburg High School - Carrier Yearbook (Middleburg, NC)

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THE FINDINGS OF A ROVING GYPSY Class Prophecy By Virginia Park. My travels have taken me far. I went north ; ‘first as I have always had a great desire to | ‘live there. While passing through Maryland I | ‘had an accident and was rushed to the John Hop- ; kins Hospital. My head was bandaged, and Mi could not see for several days, but I knew that | everything would be all right, because my nurs : es were so kind and gentle. At last the bandag- | es were removed, and there standing on each side: of my bed was a girl dressed in a white, spot | ‘less uniform and cap. I immediately recognized ‘them as two of the Seniors of 1958. They were ‘Doris Jackson and Mary Janc Satterwhite. | I continued my journey to New York. One night while riding down Broadway I saw some- ‘ ‘thing that made me stop and look again.I thought. : that I must be dreaming, but no, for there right: ‘before me was a sign in large bright letters ‘ which read, Eugene Nelson, The Dancing King | : with Selma Bender, The Music Queen as his ac- : companist , : While in New York, I decided to go abroad. ‘I first went to Germany, and one day while I ‘was out looking around I saw a very handsome. . young man speaking before a large crowd.I was ‘ very surprised to sec one of your classmates. . It was none other than Wilbert Bender,American ‘ Ambassador to Germany. I knew Wilbert loved to argue in the old days, but I never thought he could argue himself into such a high position. From Germany I went to France. I stopped at -: ; @ hotel recommended by a friend, who told | ‘me it was owned by an American. I entered the |: . lobby, expecting it to be just an ordinary one. : ‘ I was never so astonished in my life, for the : ‘ rooms were handsomely furnished with the fincst : of everything, and there before me stood the owner of this beautiful hotel. This man was errr ce ne ne wcoee ernee ceree eh ween

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ME Fl Pe cut es hs a oA Ee Pr od “ “a “Sa, “ay ER Fall Pe a ace a ——— Sh i = a i, NS ye lt af 4 if CLASS POEM By Katherine Paschall Come, dear classmates, come listen to me, Let's weave a web of memories, Let's talk of days that used to be When life was young and gay and free. Backward let us look tonight Into the misty years gone by; Backward let us turn our flight To senior days at Middleburg High, In those aays, those aays of long ago, We were always climbing mountains, Upward, onward was our motto; Striving for the peaks, you know. Often in the valleys we did travel, Deep down in the Slough of Despond . As problems we failed to unravel And to lessons we could not respond. Once we planned to roam the world around And visit many famous lands, Journey the highroads, adventure bound, Leaving not a single fortune unfound. Have the years changed our ambitions? Have we walked the long straight way? Let us hope that worldly pleasures Led not a single one astray. Classmates, let's come another year From our places on the shadowy wall,. And celebrate in song and happy cheer Our high school days in memory clear. O Alma Mater, for this we pray, That as lonely hidden spirits Buried from an active world today Thou shall keep us here together, Let not a single one go away. TEP RAH: HALE

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Vernon Bennett. I knew Vernon would make use of that French with which he struggled so hard hie senior year. SS aby I then retusened to the United States.I again stopped in New York. This time I rode out to Columbia University. I was told there that the University felt exceedingly fortunate in having secured Billy Best as one of its faculty members for the coming year. He was to occupy the chair of history. ft came to the beautiful city of Washington, D.C. As I rode past a beautiful cathedral, ny ear caught the strains of a wedding march. I couldn't resist seeing this wedding, so I went in. Never had I seen a church decorated more elaborately. I wonder if this could be the Pres- . ident's daughter's wedding but I soon found that |) 1t was not. Then the minister came into the pul- |) pit. Was I seeing things? Before me, dressed in 7 a long robe, stood Caswell Smithwick. When I | nS | turned I saw the bride marching slowly down the Will aisle smiling happily. Oh! it was Dorothy Short. vy}, I had never realized that dear old Dorothy was Nall so pretty. Wil I traveled west to Chicago, where to my joy, N E I found John Jackson playing baseball.John has -), |) taken Dizzy Dean's place as the most outstand- AL ing player of the year. He never lets his tean ||| be defeated, but he always takes hone a voctory. i) As I proceeded westward I passed a home that |) took my eye. It was a large house surrounded by | ) beautiful seenery. The fields were large and .¢,||) well kept. Certainly the owner of this large es- ) tate knew something about agriculture. I then ||) saw a man come out of the door and walk aown the sey |. lane. At first I could not see whe it was, but |) as he came nearer I knew it was Norman Bullock, ||| Norman must have been greatly benefited by Mr. Blum on agriculture class,when he was a senior. Of course ny trip out west would not have been complete without a visit to Hollywood.As I entered one of the large studios, I saw a lovely girl signing a contract. I bent over to see the name, and it was none other than Louise isa ON IRS aE CRANES ABE RAG AE Te COMERS ta oe cee , ® Sy