Mocksville High School - Mocksvillian Yearbook (Mocksville, NC)

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LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT We, the members of the graduating class of 1951 of Mocksville High School, do hereby assemble Last Will and Testament. To the faculty, whose helping hand enable Ollf d us to reach this goal, we will our highest tributes. To the underclassmen we leave the knowledge we didn't get, with thc hope they will take advantage bowl over the women to my brother, Pee Wee. of it. I, Cornell Allen, bequeath my ability to I, joe Ann Allen, will my wit to Harrell Powell. I, Dot Anderson, leave, my ceaseless chatter to Gerylene Vick. I, Bill Benson, bequeath my executive abilit I. I. I. I, ,lane Click, leave my love for music to Ii I, I, Lawrence Carter, bequeath my title of Odus Chaffin, will my ability to grow Lois Collins, leave my womanly charm Doris Cook, will my ability to get out Dorothy Dyson, bequeath my quiet w y to Glenda Madison. Henry Boger, will my little yellow jeep to William Bending. most handsome to Harley Howell. tall to George Winters. jimmy Anderson so he can entertain the Glec Club. to Betty jean McDaniel. of study hall to the underclassmen. ays and shyness to Doris Wall. I know everyone will appreciate this. I. Ruby Nell Everhart, will my ability to keep a steady boy friend to Ann Hendrix, although she seems to be doing all right without it. I. them I. I. I. I, of M. I. future I. I. Guy Farthing, bequeath my yells to Joe Murphy, providing he exerts as much energy yelling as I have. Joe Ferebee, leave my laugh to anyone who will take it. Mary Frye, will my tenacity to Billie Davis, hoping it will bring her the results it has brought me. Maxine Griffith, bequeath my friendly disposition to jo Ann Call. Guy Hartman, leave my cheerful personality to Charlie johnson so he can keep the students H. S. smiling. Claude Horn, bequeath my scientific knowledge to Miss Martin to distribute as she wishs to students. Chester james, leave my seriousness of purpose to Harold Rollins. John Johnstone, will my ability to say the right thing at the right time to jimmy Carter. I, Clyde Lakey, leave my cute ways to the Junior boys, so they can have as much fun at M. H. S. as I have had. I, Nancy Latham, bequeath my ability to play basketball to Margaret Cozart, although she is doing nicely without it. I, Jane McBride, will my quietness to Nancy Boger, because she needs it. I, Cathryn Neely, leave to Carmen Green my hair of many colors. Please keep the color constantly changing. I, Willie Mae Peoples, will my place as a dignified senior to the junior girls. Enjoy it as much as I have. I, Ann Poston, bequeath my ability to get what I go after to Betty Adams. I I I I I I I Q v i i u 1 u Edith Potts, leave my laughing ways to Frances Wall, so she can enjoy life. jimmy Powell, will all the traits which make me the biggest pest to Lloyd Farthing. Madeline Richardson, leave my love for books to my sister, Virginia. Edith Salmons, will my high ideals to Rosaline Steelman. Judy Slate, leave my giggles to Margaret Edwards to add to her own. Bill Sofley, will anything I own, except my Freshman, to anyone who will have it. .lane Smith, leave my vivaciousness to Edwina Long, so Miss Lippard's English classes will continue to be interesting. jean Smith, leave my intelligence to be divided among those who need it. Nancy Stroud, leave my place as typist on Hi-Life staff to anyone who will work as hard Roger Whittaker, will my ability to always have a girl friend to james Roberts. I. I, Mary Elizabeth Smith, bequeath my pretty complexion to Elaine Eaton. I, Maxine Smith, bequeath my dependability to Frankie junker. I, as I have. I, Bobby Tenery, will my bus to Calvin Prevette. I. I. I. Sara Wilson, leave my ability to eat anything at anytime and still stay thin to -lohnsic Miller. Estelle Wright, will my temper to my sister, Julia. It has to be kept in the family. We, the members of the senior class of 1951, do hereby solemnly proclaim this to be the only valid statement of our last will and testament. LOIS COLLINS, Tfsfator

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CLASS HISTORY In the office of the principal there is a very important object. Yes, I am the telephone and the property of the whole school-teachers, students, visitors, and I'm even used by the different salesmen. People would really be surprised if they knew just how much l've heard and seen during the many years I've been sitting on the desk in Mr. Farthing's office. Especially I noticed the class of nineteen-hundred fifty-one of Mocksville High School with their eyes gleaming, and a happy look on their faces as they entered high school in September nineteen-hundred forty-seven. That year proved to be an exciting year for those freshmen, because they had taken the first step towards that diploma. I remember peeping out of the office window and seeing Nan Bowden crowned queen of the Halloween carnival. I was so jealous when Eddie Extension was lucky enough to be used on one of the floats. Of course he told me all about it, but still I was a little peeved. The freshman float, with an opossum in a tree, won first prize for the best float. These freshmen took an interest in the inter-class tournament, and the freshmen girls won. During the summer I was deserted in the gloomy office. Oh! how I envied the students I could see playing out of doors. A few times during the summer someone tried to call, but I just couldn't move. In the fall those freshmen were back, but this year they were sophomores. I was very proud of them that year, because Nancy Latham was crowned queen of the Halloween carnival. That year Mrs. Luce's Latin class had a genuine Roman Banquet. Many of the sophomores were members of that class. Towards the end of that year the sophomores began looking forward to the next year because they would be juniors. In the fall of '49, I don't think I have ever seen any group as busy as those juniors. That year Nancy Latham was elected president. At every football game. they sold refreshments. I could see them every Thursday and Friday rushing around getting ready for the game that night. I must mention, too, that my cousin, Eddie Extension, got a season ticket. He got to see every game from his seat in the concession stand. I honestly think l'll have to sue the Central Telephone Company. At the R. E. A. picnic in September, the juniors were in charge of refreshments to help raise money for their banquet. After all the working and slaving, those juniors got tl1e money for the banquet. After much discussion and debating, the Statesville Country Club was decided upon as the place. With the help of that modern invention radar. I saw those juniors decorate for the banquet. I guess I fixed' Eddie Extension that time! They rushed around like bees: some painted mirrors, some hung umbrellas and some fixed place cards. The program of the banquet was based upon the theme. April Showers, with Bill Benson as Al Jolson, master of ceremonies. He interviewed different celebrities dmembers of the junior class. I surely wish I could have gone to that banquet because it was tops in entertainment. . One morning in the spring of '50, l heard a conversation. Yes, the man was coming to measure for the rings. I don't think l've ever seen a group as happy as those juniors the day they ordered their rings. On August 30, 1950, those juniors became the seniors of Mocksville High School. Maxine Griffith was elected president of the senior class. Not long after school opened, their rings came. The gleam in their eyes then was almost as bright as the sparkle of those new rings. Boy, during that senior year, Eddie Extension wasn't even competition for me. When the Slnivl' play, Almost Eighteen, was given I was the telephone who sat on the stage. I can just see Eddie now. He was so jealous. Those seniors worked on their Halloween float, and it won first prize. That huge pumpkin was definitely the most original float in the parade. The magazine contest was a great occasion. Next year's basketball team won't seem right without those seniors on the varsity. Nancy Latham and Cathryn Neely are co-captains of the girls team this year. Incidently, they are the only seniors on it. The seniors players on the boys team are Bill Sofley and Guy Hartman. During this senior year of course, there is the annual. jean Smith was chosen editor, and she is really doing a swell job of it. Eddie and I have bought one together. but I don't think it's going to work out. Hi-Life, the school paper, is published by the seniors, with Nancy Latham as editor. I really like this year's papers because I got my picture in it. Now that great day has arrived, some are IIIPPYS some are sad. lt doesn't seem anytime since I saw them, as freshmen, but those high school days are over and they will be taking their places in life. I guess maybe today both Eddie and I will get to see those proud seniors receive their diplomas. I know that if Eddie Extension goes to watch graduation, I'm going, tool CATHRYN NEELY, Historian

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CLASS PROPHECY Operator, get me long distance. The number is Detroit 24376. Hello-JEAN-Guess What! I just got a letter from JANE SMITH telling me about several persons who were in our graduating class of '51, and I simply couldn't wait to tell you about them. It seems that Jane had been chosen as a juror for the spring term of court in the now huge city of Mocksville. By the way, the school building has been moved from its former location, and the old building was bought by Dr. GUY FARTHING and has been converted into a small hospital. Of course he has another hospital at Statesville, but he leaves his head nurse, WILLIE MAE PEOPLES, in charge of the Statesville one most of the time. Jane had to go to court last week and she said that the first case tried was JOHN JOHNSTONE'S. It seems that he had speeded through Mockston, formerly Smith Grove, and that famous highway patrolman, ROGER LEE WHITTAKER caught him. John, charged with speeding fin his Speedmaster Limousineuj, was clocked doing 210 and the speed limit through that industrial city is only 185 miles per hour. These foolish laws! Anybody knows there is no use of poking along that slow, even through that town! The next case was called and BILL BENSON, the arguing attorney, was solicit- ing a divorce for CATHRYN NEELY Lipe. I don't see why Cathryn would need a lawyer to talk for her, she used to do very well talking for herself when she was in school. Jane said there were some other cases that were pretty serious, but that head juryman JIMMY POWELL, kept insisting that they flip a coin to make the decisions for the majority of the cases. DOROTHY DYSON was the courtroom recorder. She learned her short hand back in high school-mm-nineteen years ago-I must be getting old, too! I was in my kitchen yesterday and turned on my television set and there was pretty boy LAWRENCE CARTER. He now has a show every day. He is sponsored by McBride 'Mater Mush. JANE MCBRIDE started- growing tomatoes for her 4-H project back in high school. She always was proud of her tomato growing and didn't mind telling others how she did it either. The story goes that MARY FRYE decided there was a future in the tomato market, so she gave Jane her recipe for the tomato mush, which is really just thick tomato soup. Soon they drew up a partnership and began putting plenty of Vitamin C out in cans. Lawrence really has a splendid program. The other day he had that Soft-Lake duet on his program, and who did it turn out to be but the former Krazy Kranks, BILL SOFLEY and CLYDE LAKEY? They did their special version of Over the Rainbow. Lawrence announced yesterday that JANE CLICK, New York's noted pianist, would be on his show tomorrow. Jane is going to make a concert tour of Russia next week since the iron curtain has been opened. Gossip has it that she is going to a party at Stalin's. On her tour she said she might drop in to visit EDITH SALMONS who is a missionary in Africa. In the Moclzston-High Life, a first class newspaper owned by EDITH POTTS, I saw an article advertising a rodeo that was coming to town. It features the famous Bronc Buster, BOBBY TEX TENERY. He claims that he can stay on the back of any horse at least one hour, and he can ride standing on his head on some of the most gentle ones-sounds like an acrobat to me! I saw ESTELLE WRIGHT the other day, and she had been on a business trip to Teno, Nevada. On her way back, in Denver she dropped in at the Maria Smith Salon, that is, owned and operated by MARY ELIZABETH SMITH. Estelle had her hair dyed purple with green bangs while she was there. She also had it permanently waved. They say Mary Elizabeth's greatest rival is NANCY STROUD. Nancy's shop is in New York, but thousands of Mary Elizabeth's patrons go to Nancy trying to get that permanent wave out of their hair. Nancy is the only one who can take it out. She even has the secret of how to keep peroxided hair from becoming streaked. By doing all this, she really draws people to her shop, or should I call that magnificent place a shop?