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

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CLASS PROPHECY By Mary Sue Williams In 1983 the Earth is not the same as it was before World War Ill. Fortunately the United States defeated Russia in this nuclear war, but thousands of our cities were ruined or badly damaged and millions of people died of radiation sickness. Many of us had fo live under- ground or in fallout shelters for three years. After my stay in the shelter, | decided to check around. Soon | learned that N. C. S. D. had been destroyed. The deaf in North Carolina who had survived were trying to get money to rebuild. Not much luck yet, I’ve heard. | thought about my Class of 1963, who only twenty years ago had left N. C. S. D. to make their own way in the world. Perhaps we could help get the fund going. | volunteered to go around and try to find my old class- mates. Patsy Phillips was the first one | saw. To my amazement Patsy, whom | knew as a quiet, hard- working girl, diligent in her studies, had become a multi-millionaire after her long work on the absorption of radiation had been perfected. She is married to the scientist who helped her with the work. They said they would be happy to give a good deal of money to help start the fund. After the farewells | walked away hardly able to believe this was the same old Patsy of our school days. Then | bumped into a middle-aged couple with two young sons. As | opened my mouth to say excuse me, suddenly | recognized them. They were Charles Crowe and Georganne Brown who had been high school sweethearts. Charles had retired from playing professional football for Cleveland just before the war occurred. Georganne is a pleasingly plump, pretty housewife. The sons have Charles’ dark com- plexion and Georganne’s blue eyes. They gave me a nice fat check for the rebuilding fund. Next day | flew back to my home to go shopping with my husband, Bud Kennedy, and our four children. Various manufacturers have now begun to produce many things and | had promised my family to be home when the stores would be well-stocked again. | met a man flitting around among the ladies in the airport lounge. Guess who? It was Larry Snipes, well-known as the class flirt with the girls in high school. He told me that he was having a great time being a bachelor and he is really a lady-killer! One of our sons kept pulling at my skirt and finally | gave up and looked down to see what he wanted. He said he thought he had seen someone whom | knew. He pointed to a man who had iust bought a plane ticket and was enroute to Paris. Quickly | realized that he was Johnny Hayes. He ex- plained briefly that he had some important business connected with clearing up the ruins of some of the French cities. His wife, Janice, who had already left for Paris a week earlier, is a well-known model. My husband remarked that he thought many of my high schoolmates seem very successful in business and in their choices of life careers. He said it too soon, though, for just then we saw one of the airport me- chanics, Tony Hawley. He said he had had an unfortu- nate experience. The bombs had destroyed his largest airport. He is trying to build his firm again by starting at the bottom. Suddenly the stewardess waved to us to come or we would miss our plane. We hurriedly entered the jet for New York City. After we landed we saw a large crowd running, toward us | thought. As | turned around, | saw why the crowd was cheering. It was Cecil Cooper and Bobbie Poole, famous dancing part- ners of the new musical, Smash’n‘Hit. They were newly- weds returning from their honeymoon spent at the South Sea Islands. Whew! Bud, my sons, and | had a hard time getting their autographs, and | don’t think they recognized us. | didn’t feel too bad, however, for | had met quite a few of my old classmates and they had all known me. We stopped at the biggest hotel in the city. | found to my surprise that Sylvia Daughtridge is the hostess of that hotel. She is very sophisticated and is married to the owner of the hotel. She said Mary Ella Scarboro had arrived and was spending a month. My children, Bud, and | opened our mouths wide when we caught a glimpse of Sandra Greene, the wife of a bil- lionaire. Poor us! She gave us the cold shoulder, but our spirits rose when we met Mary Ella and her hus- band, Barney Williamson, in the lounge. Mary had their five cute sons with her. | told her about Sandra. She replied that Sandra was married to a man who had invented a quick way to build a modern house in a day. Mary said she thought Lanny Stegall was employed in the office of Sandra’s husband’s company. He does all sorts of printing, filing, and mailing and is said to be the best expert of this kind the company has ever had. We got generous contributions for the fund from Barney, Mary, and Sylvia. After staying at the hotel for a few days, my hus- band, children and | took off for Los Angeles. The news- papers there headlined Neill English as Governor-elect for California. We decided we would like to talk with him. Neill was surprised to see us. He invited us to tea and we talked about the good old days in high school. He told me that Mike Triplett and his high school sweet- heart, Judy Sullivan, now Mrs. Triplett, are living in Honolulu, Hawaii, with their twin sons. Mike has his own business there. It is “La Francaise Beauty and Clothes Shop.” He operates it with the aid of his wife. The business is booming and | feel sure they will give us a tidy sum for our fund when we write them. After saying thanks to Neill for his donation we flew to Texas where we’d heard that Joe Wood was operating a big ranch with thousands of head of cattle. We met his wife, the former Ellamary Caligan, and their four boys on the front veranda of their twenty-five- room ranch house. Virgie Wright happened to be visit- ing them. The doctor had advised a rest in a dry climate after her strenuous work helping the Red Cross Rehabilitation Service in their work following the war. From the Woods and Virgie we received very generous contributions. We began counting what we had collected and, to our delight, found that the pros- perous members of the Class of 1963 had contributed more than two million dollars! We can’t wait to get home now and get our old alma mater going again.

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CLASS WILL By Mary Scarboro We, the Graduating Class of the North Carolina School for the Deaf, in the year one thousand nine hundred sixty-three, being of sound mind, we hope, do hereby declare this to be our last will and testament. Georganne Brown leaves her sweet smile to Nell Stephens. Cecil Cooper donates his skill at dancing to Ronnie Tolley. Charles Crowe bequeaths his dark com- plexion to Kaye Snakenburg. Sylvia Daughtridge gives her short stature to Dianne Cooley. Neill English leaves his love for teasing the teachers and students to Barbara Morgan. Sandra Greene donates her tiny feet to Nancy Brantley. Tony Hawley passes on his mischievous- ness to Bobby Cook. Johnny Hayes leaves his giant hands to Ricky Matsen. Patsy Phillips bequeaths her quietness to Shirley Turner. (eo CN CR eg eo re Bobbie Poole donates her tiny figure to Pamela Lewis. Mary Scarboro gives her big hips to Peggy Phillips. Larry Snipes passes on his flirtatious man- ner with all girls to Jimmy Green. Lanny Stegall bequeaths his shyness to Dessie Moose. Mike Triplett leaves his all-star capabilities in sports to Archie Johnson. Sue Williams bequeaths her weakness for constantly chattering to Lana Hickman. Joe Wood donates his broad shoulders to Douglas Faircloth. Virgie Wright leaves her hearty dislike for reading to Joan Johnson. in witness thereof, we affix our seal to this, our last will and testament. Witnessed by: Mrs. Dickson Taylor Mrs. Jack Starrett Signed by: The Class of 1963

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high school classes Gia Seen AAAS DS The fate of society depends on the education of youth. — Aristotle