North Carolina School for the Deaf - Clock Tower Yearbook (Morganton, NC)

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I was soon on my way to a big farm down in the eastern part of the state. Joseph had told me that Hilda Neal and Aileen Efird had married brothers, deaf boys from South Carolina. They were farmers and were making a success of it, but a lot of the credit went to their wives. Aileen managed her husband’s truck farm. She was responsible for seeing that a big truck load of fresh fruits and vegetables went into the city every morning. Hilda was known for miles around for her wonderful cakes and pies, which she sold from her own little bakery built near the highway. I enjoyed the hour I spent visiting them. Their houses were not far apart, and their children enjoyed playing together. I think Aileen and Hilda were very happily married. And imagine my surprise, When quite by accident, I ran into Ted Hames. I had decided to spend a few lazy days at the beach. Early one morning while out on the pier fishing I noticed near by a very familiar looking man. He was intent on his line but when he got a bite, and started jumping around, I knew it was Ted. He was still a sportsman. He told me that he owned a small print shop in Wilmington and that he made a good living doing job printing. He had built his home on the coast and went back and forth every morning. He insisted that I go home with him for breakfast. I began to wonder about his wife, but I soon remembered that Ted and Billie Taylor were sweethearts at school and when Billie came out to speak to me I was not surprised. I was surprised, however, when I saw so many children—two boys and two girls. Ted and Billie had a nice home and seemed so happy. I enjoyed my visit with them. Billie told me that Bessie Wommack and Dorothy Casey were the only two members of our class who had left the Old North State. They were working in the Treasury Department in Washington. They had good jobs and were successful business women. Ted told me how dressed up they were the last time he saw them. I immediately flew to Washington but just as I reached their nice apartment they were going out with two attractive men from Gallaudet College. I could see the love light in their eyes so I bid them a hasty farewell. My next stop was Charlotte, North Carolina. Somebody had told me that Margaret Routh worked in the Public Health Department in Mecklenburg County. I wanted to see her. She was wearing a very becoming uniform, and during her years as assistant to the public health nurses, she had been able to be of service to many, many deaf people. I knew that Margaret was happy. A ring on her finger told me that she was married. She laughingly said that hei husband was a policeman and that he was the only person who could make her behave. And Margaret told me about Richard Brown. He was in Charlotte, too. He had become in- terested in Commercial Art while he was in Gallaudet and after graduation had gotten a good job with J. B. Ivey’s Department Store. I found Richard in his office on the fifth floor. He designed and drew all of the posters for the window displays. He liked his work and didn’t say yes when I asked him if he intended to remain single all his life. I stepped on the elevator to go down when all of a sudden I seemed to faint away. When I opened my eyes I was amazed to find myself sitting in a deck chair on a ship crossing the Pacific Ocean. I suddenly realized that all of my visits to my classmates had been imaginary visits because I had been asleep—What a dream I had! I resolved then and there to try and find out if my dream was really true.

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Class Prophecy By DonaLp HALL A few years after my graduation, I was called into the service. After I got my wings, I was sent to the far East. I piloted a Sabre jet. I enjoyed my work, the far East fascinated me and I was happy, so I remained abroad for years and years. But imagine my excitement when I set sail on my first vacation trip to my homeland after such a long absence. I returned by boat and spent many lazy hours on deck thinking of my family and friends, whom I hadn’t seen for such a long time. I had kept in touch with my family, of course, but I began to wonder about my friends especially my classmates at the North Carolina School for the Deaf. One sunny morning, as the big ship sailed across the Pacific, I settled myself in a deck chair and gave way to my thoughts. I must have fallen asleep because the first thing I knew I was landing my Sabre jet on the familiar football field at the North Carolina School for the Deaf. The field was the only thing, however, which did look familiar. All of the buildings were very modern looking. I felt drawn toward the Upper School Building and into a classroom on the first floor. And no wonder—there was Doris Hardison teaching a class of happy-looking boys and girls. She told me that her husband was teaching there, too. She had met him at Gal- laudet. When I left, I knew that Doris was happily married and well on the road to success. My home in Greensboro was my next stop and of course my thoughts turned to Doris Campbell who lived there, too. I called at her old home and to my surprise, Doris, her husband and four little children were living there. Doris was not only a capable housekeeper and mother but was doing a good job teaching a group of hard of hearing children in a public school near by. After spending a few happy hours with my family, I hurried off to take my pilot suit to the cleaners. Over a modern, air conditioned building, which stood on the corner of a busy street, was a large electric sign, The Mac.-Moore-Absher Co. I knew immediately that it was an up-to-date Dry Cleaning and Pressing Company. So I entered. Never have I been as surprised as I was when Billy McCuiston, Pete Moore and Richard Absher came to greet me. They told me that they owned the building and the business. They were working together and making money. They were all married and had built modern homes near the city. After hearing such nice things from five of my classmates I decided to spend the rest of my vacation finding out how life had treated the others. I remembered that Peggy Edmondson lived close by, in Durham, so early the next morning I was flying over Duke University. As I flew over the large Duke Hospital, I remembered that I needed some medicine, so I landed and went in. A very trim, efficient-looking nurse came forward. It was Peggy. She told me that she had always wanted to be a nurse and the Duke doctors let her take the training as an experiment. She was the only deaf nurse in the hospital but the doctors were glad to have her on duty when they had deaf patients. I noticed a big diamond on her finger and after asking a few ques tions, I found out that she was engaged to a very nice doctor. And Peggy told me all about Joseph Evans and Mary Mozingo. They had married soon after they graduated and Joseph made a good living for Mary and their three children operating his own carpenter shop. The shop was near the University, so I went to see for myself. Joseph copied beautiful antique furniture that belonged to the University and had no trouble selling it. While Joseph and I were reminiscing, Mary came in. She was surprised to see me. I had fun teasing her.

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