Oak Hill High School - Log Yearbook (Lenoir, NC)

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CLASS PROPHECY I, Agnes Haigler, was honored with the task of trying to write a class prophecy. Now be- lieve me that is some job, and if you knew these seniors like I do, you could easily understand why. Why, they're so unpredictable it wouldn't be safe to try to prophesy what they might be doing some ten years from now. It wouldn't even be logical to say what they will be doing a few days after we graduate. However, I think, maybe that last idea might be a little safer to undertake. Now these ideas are purely fictitious, as they are elements of my imagination, but it wouldn't surprise me to see some of these things happen. It's a known fact that Glenda Brady plans to join her husband as soon as possible. So the scene finds her flying to New York. qoh, by the way, in case anyone is wondering, she took a p1ane.J Franklin Reid is also an occupant of the same plane as he heads up north to play pro basketball with the Eskimos. A plane being much too tame for J. W. Smith and Roger Steele, they board a rocket ship - - - qdestination - - - Moonj with the excuse they have to take QButchj John Wayne Fox to the dentist. Now if you don't believe this, Butch can show you the tooth. In the meantime, a small party leaves from Dudley preparing to row across the Atlantic Ocean. The party consists of Gerald Miller and James Laney, who will do the rowing, while J. D. Bolick reads up on his road map to see that they don't get lost. With seven of our classmates out on wild excursions, fourteen remain somewhere out in this big wide world doing something, well, I suppose some of them are doing something. For instance there's Shirley Sams. Since graduation's over, she can spend all her time concentrating on how to get Fred to give her a diamond. And since Jeannie Gilliland is already married she can settle down and continue to go about raising her family. Boy, Ronald Brookshire and Jim Auron didn't waste any time getting into the army. They thought this would be a good way to get out of having to look for a job. Jack Reid isn't trying to get out of it, he's Uying to get in it, Qin the money, that isj. He's decided to become a millionaire. Now, how do you like that - - - right out of a clear blue sky, he decides to be a millionaire. fHe's starting by collecting dimes on the street corners.J This is one idea that appeals to Jimmy Richards, too. The idea of having lots of money, but he's trying to think of some way of getting it without working. Billy Holder and Benny Walsh aren't going to settle for anything as tame as making money. They're going with Clarence Miller on his sea shell collecting expedition, only they're not going after sea shells. They're going to catch a mermaid, or so they say. With all these boys leaving, Jerry White has to stay at home to keep the National Guard going. That takes care of all the boys, but two, well one really. Gary Chester is concentrating on manimony, so that doesn't leave him much time for anything else. As for Wally Ruff, he's quite tired after going through the motions of graduation so he decided to hibernate for the summer Now Barbara Hart is sitting quietly around waiting, waiting for what I don't know, but she's waiting. I can't figure out whether it's college or Bill she's waiting for. Now that concludes all our unpredictable seniors, all but Cornelia l-Iuskins, and she's so very unpredictable, I won't undertake to say what she might be doing, for that's a 64, 000 dollar question. Then of course there's ME. I won't say what I might be, because I don't know. So there.

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CLASS POEM The time for Seniors to go their separate ways is drawing nigh. Here comes a Senior now. Hey, you! Is there something in your eye? Something in my eye? Of course, came a soft reply. I'm a sophisticated Senior now. Do you think, I would cry? Cry indeed! Why should I cry? Do you think I care That I'm leaving my dear old school and those I love who're there? Should I care that I'm leaving all my playmates who have always meant the world to I me? I'll start my life anew. I'll forget each of those teachers who gave part of their life That each of us students may not be stumped by strife. I'll forget all those old memories, all the things I did To the time I leave my classmates, from the time I was a kid. I I may be facing a strange, new road, but my life isn't through. I'll meet new friends, I'll have new thrills, I'll find adventure, too! Then the Senior asked in a quivering voice, Now, do you think I care? When down deep inside he really knew that nothing could compare To all the joys he had received and all he'd tried to give. He knew he'd ne'er forget those days as long as he should live. But the Senior learned well this lesson ere he left: You may make others believe a lie, but you can't convince yourself. Gary Chester, Poet n CLASS MOTTO: Mighty oaks from little acorns grow. CLASS FLOWER: Red Rose CLASS COLORS: Baby Blue and White

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LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT We, the senior class of Oak Hill High School, in the County of Caldwell, of the state of North Carolina, under the full acknowledgement of the fact that we have worked and strived to complete these four or more years of high school do bequeath the things herein stated to our under- graduates, The Junior Class, and to all other parties hereby memtioned in this our Last Will and Testament. Article I - To our Faculty To Mr. Huskins, our principal, and to all the remaining teachers we do leave our fondest appreciation for all the kind and patient hours in which they tried to educate us. Article H - To our School To our beloved Alma Mater we leave our promise of loyalty and eternal devotion. Article Ill - To our Undergraduates To the Junior Class we leave the privilege of publishing The Echo, our school paper and The Oak Log, our school yearbook, also the Title of Senior duringithe succeeding year. To the Sophomores we leave the heart - breaking job of preparing a Junior-Senior Banquet for the Seniors of '5'7. To the Freshmen we can only leave our hopes that sometime during the years to follow they will finally arrive at the position in which we are now. Article IV - Individual Bequests To the afternamed persons we leave all the following characteristics and outstanding ways in hopes they are worthy of them. I, Glenda Brady, leave my ability to catch a husband to Marcelle White and Peggy Pennell. I, Cornelia Huskins, leave my basketball uniform to Marlene Martin and Judy Haigler - -whoever can get into it. I, J. W. Smith, leave my ability to get excused to go to the doctor to Sherrill Blinson and Larry Stafford. I, John Foxx, leave my way with the girls to Jim Smith and Max White. l, Agnes Haigler, leave my silly giggles to Judy Eckerd. I, Gerald Miller, leave my expanding waistline to Bill Pennell and Jerry Starnes. I, Jim Auton, leave my ability to play basketball to Jesse Barnes and Zula Haney. I, Shirley Sams, leave my bookkeeping book to Maxcine Reid in hopes she will get more out of it than I did. I, Bill Holder, leave my ability to type to Caroline Tolbert and Tony Swanson. I, Gary Chester, leave my ability not to get to school on time to Luella McGuire and Delma Jean Bowman. I, Jerry White, leave my witty ways to Nancy Teeters and Louise I-lollar. I, Clarence Miller, leave my friendly ways to Ray Bivens and J. P. Lail. I, Jeannie Gilliland, leave my determination to finish school to Ray Holmes I, Ronald Brookshire, leave Bus No. 60 to RachelHaigler or Terry Martin, or anyone crazy enough to drive it. I, Roger Steele, leave my sweet smile to Margaret Jones and Phyllis Crouch. I, J. D. Bolick, leave my position as editor ofThe Echo to Luella McGuire. I, Cornelia Huskins, leave my position as editor of The Oak Log to Delma Jean Bowman. I, James Laney, lleave my ability to out-talk anyone to Betty Clippard and Barbara Clippard. I, Barbara Hart, leave my neatness to Norma Lee Lail. I, Franklin Reid, leave my ability to get out of dates to Mary Jane Woods. I, Jimmy Richards, leave my noisy ways to Joyce Roberts and Nancy Haas, I, Wallace Ruff, leave my corny jokes to Nancy White and Margie Burns. I, Benny Walsh, leave my flirtatious eyes to Asilee Collins. And I, J. D. Bolick, leave my slim physique to Jara Smith because he really needs it. In witness whereof, we The Senior Class of 1956 do set seal on this, the twenty-fourth day of May in the year of our Lord, nineteen hundred and fifty-six. I. D. Bolick Lawyer