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

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Aass Will Herman We, the seniors of 1956, being of strong minds and bodies, do declare this to be our last will and testament. Realizing that our stay here is drawing to a close, we wish to bestow our most valued and cherished pos- sessions on our beloved faculty and under classmen. These are given to the recipients without restrictions and with deep affection. To our superintendent, principals, members of the faculty and household staff, we leave the quiet and peace which will descend upon the campus at our departure. To the juniors, we leave our well earned senior privileges, our tattered text books and uncomfortable chairs in the senior class room. We hope that they will take good care of these gifts and pass them on in as good condition as they received them. Janice Beamon leaves her love of writing letters to Virginia Horne. To Carolyn Outlaw, Edna Brinkley wills her stylish looks. Morris West hands down to Claude Moore his delight in telling jokes and his skill at mimicking people. Robert DeVenny wills his love of eating and drinking coffee to Vernon Hardison. Virginia Hines hands down to Theresa John- son her sharp scissors so that she can get a short hair cut. To Douglas Boone, John Robinson leaves his love of arguing about baseball. Gene Smith relucantly leaves his love of hot rods to Webb Matthews. Shirley Beamon bequeaths her chair in front of the television to Patsy Leonard. To Barbara Scercy, Donald Hill leaves his red hair in hopes that she can bleach it better than he did. Ann Weaver wants to will her happy-go- lucky ways to Paulette McGee. Spencer Ted McBride bequeaths to Donald Core his ability to play basketball. To Edward Miller, Willie Brower leaves his habit of driving around the country at night, Bobby Taylor leaves his tough job of collecting laundry for all the boys to Dalton Hufham. Benny Mann wills his love of collecting stamps to Elbert Phipps. Eugene Hensley leaves his art supplies to Dorothy Settlemyre. Owen Bass leaves his six feet, three inches to Jack Mitchiner. To Tommy Lindsey, Billy Stephens leaves his skill of jumping hurdles. Nancy Bulla leaves her love of talking to Jo Ann Allen. Johnny James wills to Richard Lockamy all the arguments he has lost. Sally Brown gives her seat at the movie theatre to Jewell Gordon. Faye Johnston leaves all her comic books to Lee Ellen Gray. To Bobby Lewis, Roy Yokeley passes on his love of attending the basketball tourna- ments in Raleigh. Grady Reeves leaves his curly hair to Ron- nie Spivey- Clyde Chambers wants J. D. Young to have his space in the dry cleaning shop. Howard Carpenter wills his art of never getting upset over trivial things to Franklin Brown. To Franklin Handy, Glenn Patterson wills his habit of napping in school. Herman Spencer wills to Terry Dillon his pleasant smile. These bequests are very precious to us. We leave them in your tender care and we hope that they may help you as much as they did us.

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noticed I was limping. I told them I had hurt my toe. They said their nurse could cure it instantly. They called her and she put some medicine on my toe. She smiled at me and I saw at once it was Virginia Hines. She was busy helping people who were sick or injured. Virg.nia icld us that Herman Spencer, Gene Smith and Roy Yokeley had a print shop at the South Pole. I could hardly wait to get there to find out what those three were up to. We leit immediately, but before we reached Antarctica we began to worry about not hav- ing warm clothes to wear. The pilot told us not to worry. Just as we landed, there were Gene, Herman, and Roy loaded with fur coats, gloves, caps and boots. We were amazed and we asked them how they knew we were com- ing. They asked if we did not know about mental telepathy. They took us to their shops and explained that to do the beautiful print- ing they did required that it be frozen for a long time. Their secretaries were Janice Bea- mon and Nancy Bulla and they were very busy keeping up with the office work. I asked them if they weren’t lonely so far from their friends, but they assured me they were not. When they wanted to visit friends they hop- ped into their plane and took off. They had just returned from a visit to Rome. We were enioying our stay so much that we hated to say good bye and start to the States. Our next stop was at Salem, North Caro- Ina which was a famous art colony in charge of Eugene Hensley. His helpers were Donald Hill and Owen Bass. Famous people from all over the world came to have their portraits painted. The little settlement had changed into a booming city. Eugene told us that Faye Johnston and Howard Carpenter had married and they were living on Burkemont. We bor- rowed a car and went to see them. My wife knocked on the door and when we went in, I could tell that she and Howard had been fussing. They each blamed the other for the quarrel. We teased them and told them they were acting like children. They laughed and made up. We had lunch with them and it was delicious for Faye was a marvelous cook. Our next stop was at our Alma Mater, the North Carolina School for the Deaf. Mr. Hoffmeyer looked the same except his hair was snow white. We saw many of our old teachers and met the new ones. The buildings were new and very different from the ones we remembered. We found out that Wilie Brower was a fisherman in the Indian Ocean. Again we zoomed across the ocean and landed on Willie’s fishing boat. It was run by radar and every thing was convenient and comfortable. Billie Stephens and Bobby Tay- lor worked for him and they all seemed very happy. After spending several pleasant days on Willie’s boat, we flew back to New York and en to Michigan where Edna Brinkley was op- e1ating a successful beauty salon. We were met by a beautiful slim girl. It was Shirley Beamon. We asked her how she kept so lovely and thin. She told us that Edna had invented some pills which kept one young and beauti- ful. Edna had become very wealthy from the sale of her product. Her chauffeur was John Robinscn. Edna’s home was built back in a large hill similiar to a cave. It was very, very modern and fine but not homelike. We were glad to bid her adieu and start on the last lap of our journey. We headed for the desert near Sun Valley to see Morris West and Ann Weaver. They had both become billionaires from their oil wells. We saw a woman in a very odd looking car. She waving and yelling excitedly. When we got nearer, we realized it was Ann. She was elated because another well had come in. Morris and Ann seemed pleased to see us and each insisted that we stay at his home. At last we decided to divide our time between them. The strange thing about their oil wells was that the oil from each well was a different color. It seemed to be a fad to buy oil the color of one’s car, or at least that is what Ann told us. I was getting very tired by this time and longed to get home where things were plain and old-fashioned. I didn’t envy my class- mates in spite of all their exotic ways of living. Suddenly the road seemed rough and bumpy, and on opening my eyes I was surprised to find my wife shaking me and trying to wake me up to eat dinner. Oh! how relieved I was to realize that all of this had been a fantastic dream. All this time I had been napping in my easy chair. Then and there I decided home was best. We decided not to take the trip, and to this day I don’t know what my class- mates are doing.

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Trees I think that I shall never see A tree that may in summer wear A poem as lovely as tree. A nest of robins in her hair; A tree whose hungry mouth is prest Upon whose bosom snow has lain Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast; Who intimately lives with rains. A tree that looks at God all day Poems are made by fools like me And lifts her leafy arms to pray; But only God can make a tree. —Joyce Kilmer In keeping with an old NCSD tradition, the Senior Class planted their class tree on November 23, 1955. The variety selected was the pink dogwood. We hope that this tree will bloom every spring and spread its radiant warmth and fragrance unto the future generations of students at NCSD.