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

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Class Will By Betty Barber and Leona Miller We, the Graduating Class of the North Car- Olina School for the Deaf, in the year one thousand nine hundred fifty-two, being sound in mind, with most other senses in good order, realizing we are on the verge of being shoved into the cold wide world, do hereby declare this to be our last will and testament. Rudell Matthews leaves her skill in sewing to Peggy Greene. Hilda Honeycutt and Charles McKenzie leave Betty Daniels and Donald Senter their love of reading comic books. Gray Finch passes on to Everette McAlis- ter his habit of dressing neatly. Christine Radford leaves her favorite past- time of looking at pictures to Lois Plemmons. Alma Whitley leaves her love of Sunday letter-writing to Geraldine McLain. Etta Summerlin leaves her enjoyment of sitting in a rocking chair to Edna Brinkley. Billie Sue Wright leaves her fondness for sports and her tomboyish ways to Jo Peedin. To Juanita Merritt, Betty Bailey leaves her weakness for restful and refreshing week end naps. To Avis Freeman, Ruby Anders leaves her fondness of eating at all times. Ruby hopes this will not give her a barrel-shaped figure. To Carl Brooks, Leander Carroll leaves his love for working in the metal shop. Witnessed by: , Jae aaa Charker 7 £ jd Gb se Re deel Mat he Whe Fac To Marie James, Ruby Nelson bequeaths her delight in telling funny jokes and her skill at mimicking people. Billy McLain leaves Ronald Richards his habit of day-dreaming. Leona Miller leaves her quiet ways to Zeldia Hope. She hopes Zeldia will remain as sweet as ever. Betty Barber leaves her fondness of wear- ing pretty clothes to Rosalyn Lee. Henry Lee Dorsey leaves his weakness for coffee and his enjoyment of so many drinks to Tommy Smith. Henry drinks coffee to keep awake but he frequently dozed in school. Charles Pearson leaves his habit of teasing girls but never winning a lass to Vilas John- son. He hopes Vilas will have better luck. Terry Parham bequeaths his zeal and en- thusiasm for Boy Scout work to Clyde Mor- ton. Helen Burgess passes on to Elizabeth Steed her comradeship with Peggy Riddle and the fun she had with her. Geneva Davis leaves Bobbie Dean Bledsoe her habit of keeping secrets. In witness thereof, we affix our signature to this, our orginal and only, will and test- , Chetty POR is Bit Sue thrghf plinny Farha Cha rkss (Reavaar Alken Bur Signed by: Home tithe , Odin Effe bm or Yi Shae Ade

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Trees I think that I shall never see A poem as lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is prest Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast; A tree that looks at God all day And lifts her leafy arms to pray; A tree that may in summer wear A nest of robins in her hair; Upon whose besom snow has lain Who intimately lives with rain. Poems are made by fools like me But only God can make a tree. —Joyce Kilmer Address delivered by Hilda Honeycutt, Senior Class President, at the tree planting ceremony, Thanksgiving Day, November 1952. “The Graduating Class of 1952 takes much pleasure and pride in the planting of this, our cless tree. It is called a tulip tree. We, as a class, will be forgotten long after we have departed from NCSD. But in this tree, the spirit of the Class of 1952 shall remain. With each passing year we members of this class will pay visits to our Alma Mater and in doing, we shall take time to pause and view this wonderful gift of Nature. It is our earnest hope our that tree will grow into one as splendid as those around it. We want it to be looked over and cared for so it can in the years to come add beauty to the campus and serve as a cool shady spot for children who will live at Main Building many years hence. 7 As we go out into the wide world, we pray that our life will be as noble, beautiful and useful as this tulip tree will grow to be. We are deeply proud to leave this landmark at NCSD to remember us by and we pledge to live a life that will reflect not shame—but honor on this tree.”

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Class Prophecy By Henry Lee Dorsey In the summer of 1970 I set out on a long journey. As I progressed on the trip, I found it to be an immense plea- sure and so very interesting, beyond my imagination. I had been working in Tokyo, Japan the past eighteen years as a printing and lithography expert. I had been so many years away from America that I yearned to return to the good old States. It had been hard being away from my folks and friends. Ayhuge luxury liner boresmesacross the vast Pacific. Arriving at Honolulu, Hawaii, I left ship and decided to visit tne Hawaii School for the Deaf. I strolled around the campus and presently met Gray Finch for whom I was looking. He had been there for several years, as director of athletics and recreation. I was surprised to learn that he had married a cute Hawaiian girl and they had two little boys, twins The next week I departed for San Francisco on a fast ocean liner. A few hours after landing, I boarded a stream- liner for Los Angeles. I intended to look up Charles McKenzie, who had a job there as a linotype operator. It was great seeing the fellow and he looked young as ever. His wife was very attractive. Their home was full of life with five children, all boys, between the ages of fifteen and five. They were mischievous youngsters and I wasn’t a bit surprised. It was a big family and Charles proved to be doing mighty well. We went on a tour of Los Angeles and then I purchased a sparkling new light blue Oldsmobile “88”. Charles gave me the addresses of Hilda Honeycutt and Leona Miller in St. Louis, Missouri. The Olds was powerful and traveled so fast that I reached St. Louis in two and half days. I found that Hilda owned a type- writer company which she established herself. But she had married and her husband was running the successful business. Her two children, both girls, twelve and eight years old, were really darlings. Hilda informed me that Leona had moved back to North Carolina about a year ago. I started out and arrived in Knoxville and took the opportunity to visit the Tennessee School for the Deaf. I was delighted to find Charles Pearson there. He was well settled, as dean of boys and instructor in dry cleaning and tailoring. He was sporting a yellow-black 1970 Cadillac. As I stopped for gas before leaving Knoxville, by remarkable coincidence, I found Ruby Anders there with her husband ! She looked well and happy. We had a hurried chat and she explained that she and husband were on a month’s vacation to California. It was an exciting moment. I told about myself, and whom I had visited. She told about several of the old classmates. Stopping in Morganton, I visited my Alma Mater. I felt like a stranger there, seeing all those new faces. However, I knew some of the staff and they told me all I wanted to know. A new Main Build- ing had been built and it looked ultra- modern. The new primary unit looked wonderful. I visited the Drexel Furniture Comp- any where I found Leona Miller in charge of the typing section. She had a responsible position because of her knowledge and experience. She was one of the best paid employees in the office. In eastern North Carolina I visited several ladies who were ih my graduat- ing class.