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

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Class Will By Peggy Phillips We, the Graduating Class of the North Caro- lina School for the Deaf, in the year one thousand nine hundred sixty-four, being sound in mind, do hereby declare this to be our last will and testament. We bequeath a special place in our hearts for the Board of Directors, our superintendent, principal, assistant principal, teachers, faculty, and household staff for making it possible for us to acquire an education. We leave all our senior duties and privileges to the junior class. Sylvia Adkins bequeaths her short stature to Lillian Wilkinson. Billy Bledsoe leaves his fondness for flirting with the girls to Roger Moss. Nancy Brantley leaves her basketball prowess to Ann Lisenby. Barbara Cole bequeaths her real ability as a student supervisor to Sharon Beaver. Bobby Cook leaves his habit of getting up so early to Archie Johnson. Carolyn Daniel leaves Sharon Beaver her love for talking about her affairs with her boy friend. Douglas Faircloth bequeaths his fondness for watching T. V. to Larry Melton. Diane Grigg gives her liking for clothes to Kaye Snakenburg. Mary Hall leaves her sweet disposition to Sandra McAbee. Joan Johnson leaves her quietness to Barbara Morgan. Janice Leonard bequeaths her love of writing love letters to Sharon Beaver. Pamela Lewis leaves her fancy signs to Pat Pitts. Peggy P hillips gives her love of dancing to Elaine Stalcup. Janice Powell bequeaths her habit of taking naps to Yvonne Rogers. Sharon Rickard leaves her capability of hair teasing to Nell Stephens. Yvette Smith leaves her popularity with the girls to Diane Cooley. Pat Stuckey gives to Larry Melton his pro- pensity for always getting hurt during football season. Dean Taylor gives his ability for coaching football and basketball to Ray Lockamy. Shirley Turner gives her habit of being so talkative to Judy Burleson. Garrett Walker bequeaths his habit of cussing to Tommy Edwards. Charles Roy Williams leaves his bad habit of smoking to Johnny Childers with the hope that Johnny will be more successful at quitting than Charles has been. In witness thereof, we affix our seal to this, our original and only, will and testament. Witnessed by: Mrs. Jack Starrett Mrs. J. Dickson Taylor Signed. by: The Class of 1964

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Flant a Sree He who plants a tree Plants a hope. Rootlets up through fibres blindly grope; Leaves unfold into horizons free. So man’s life must climb From the clods of time Unto heavens sublime. Canst thou prophesy, thou little tree, What the glory of thy boughs shall be? — Lucy Larcom

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Clase “Prophecy By Garrett Walker As I awakened from a deep sleep, my head was spinning around at a very fast pace. As I tried to collect my senses, I heard voices not far off. My eyes began to open, but I feared to open them because I felt as though something dreadful and shocking was going on. It was almost as if a voice was telling me not to open my eyes but to keep on with my sleep. But like all human crea- tures, my curiosity overcame me. As I looked bewilderedly around the room I was in, my eyes caught a glimpse of a German flag hanging outside of the window. The guard who came into the room to untie my feet and hands bore a certain resem- blance to someone I had known, but at first I couldn’t place him. Then I remembered! It was Dean Taylor, one of my schoolmates. He was one of the chief guards under the new dictatorship of Germany. I asked him who the leader was, but he refused to give me the information. As he left, a waitress entered with a tray of food. I was stunned to see that it was Peggy Phillips. She immediately recognized me and dropped the food right in my lap. She tried to apologize, but I told her I wasn’t hungry anyway. She explained that she had been treated very cruelly by the new dic- tator. I questioned her about the new leader, but she refused to give out any information. I was left alone in the room and there I remained alone for three days, with the exception of the times when the waitress brought my food. On the fourth day I was taken out of my room and was taken to a captain of guards. It surprised me to see that it was one of my old buddies, Pat Stuckenheimer. I started to shake hands but he refused, and asked me just to tell everything I knew about America’s weapons, defenses, and battle maneuvers. Then I knew he thought I was a spy. I pleaded with him, but to no avail. He sent me to the torture cham- bers. I went into a room and was about shocked out of my wits when I saw who the torturers were. They were the same three boys who had tormented me all through high school with their mischief, none other than Charles Roy Williams, Billy Bledsoe, and Bobby Cook. I asked them what they were doing working there. They replied that they were getting paid for doing something they had always enjoyed doing. I guess that figures! They said they had been working overtime and were tired of beating on people, so they told me to come back another time. They waved and left. I thought to myself, well, ? ve seen everything now! I was dragged back to my room. I was standing looking out of a window when, glory be! I saw a German girls’ basketball team practicing below. I looked carefully and there I spotted the two coaches walking up and down on the outside of the court. They were Nancy Brantley and Barbara Cole! I wanted to call them and chat a while, but I knew they were busy with their practice and probably wouldn’t talk to me anyway. I had heard that their team had won 2,001 games since my ex-classmates had taken over the helm of coach- irig. Then I looked up the street and saw a “Bee- Slim Salon”. Lo and behold it was run by Sharon Rickard and Pamela Lewis. I tell you it was amazing how thin they had become. They were so thin that they were the only people I know that could lie under a clothesline and be in the shade! I thought I had really had all I could stand until I saw a sign saying that Joan Johnson was running a gambling establishment. That sweet, gentle little Joan! I was relieved when I fainted and was hauled off to the hospital, or whatever they call them in Germany. I waked up from one shock to encounter another, seeing Janice Leonard working as a nurse. She said her mother had wanted her to follow in her footsteps and become a nurse. She said her husband, Johnny Hayes, had become a very famous “horse and cow” doctor. I was brought back to my senses again by smelling salts. The guard who assisted me back to my room wanted to stop and watch some of the troops practice combat maneuvers so I obliged by going with him. The guard told me of their famous war heroine, Mary (Tank) Hall. She had captured many of the enemy soldiers. In a way of speaking you might say she had “rolled over them.” Then I was allowed to roam around the big reichstag building. I was told that there was going to be a special celebration there that night, and that I would see the dictator I had heard so much about. I saw Diane Grigg and she said she had become the dictator’s secretary. I pleaded with her to name him, but she told me to wait until the celebration. I was very much impressed with the new ruler, whoever he was, because he had cer- tainly brought Germany back to power again. I hurried back and got dressed up in my finest duds, for there was little time left until the big moment. When I arrived at the reichstag build- ing, a big dance was going on. I looked all around, but still I didn’t see the head man. I watched some of the dancers. It was no surprise to see Shirley Turner, Janice Powell, Sylvia Adkins, and Carolyn Daniel. They had always been good danc- ers and were still as graceful as swans. They had never married for some odd reason. I guess they thought more of their careers than of mere men. After the dance was over, the mighty dictator was ready to make his grand entrance. As I looked up, it seemed that I recognized the face; then it came to me! It was Douglas McArthur Faircloth! So this was the man who had raised Germany back to power! He was accompanied by his wife, the former Yvette Smith, who is still a very charming frau. All the people present were cheering and clapping so I joined in. The next thing I knew my mother was shak- ing me. As I opened my eyes, I found that I was in my pajamas in my bed at home and that this had all been only a dream. But who is to say that it might not come true?