Old Town High School - Ye Olde Towne Crier Yearbook (Winston Salem, NC)

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THESE THINGS I LOVE No gems nor gold that man has wrought, For those with wealth to buy, Can hold me breathless like a tree, Etched stark against the sky. The morning glories, azure blue, Outside the kitchen door, The sunbeams in an impish troop That dance across the floor, The gnarled ol dapple tree in spring, A mist of pink and whiteg The tender call of a mocking bird, A crocus born last night, The lightning in a jagged streak, Across a sullen sky, Each flower left with diamond drops By rain clouds passing by- Wllile lovely things like these are mine, I'll fear no change or sorrow, I'll be serene, and quiet, and glad, Today, and each tomorrow. ' JUNE CARTER

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HISTORY The other day as I sat dreaming in class, I began to think of the days the class of '49 had spent at Old Town. It was only twelve short years ago in September, 1937, that we timidly passed through the doors for the first time. Those classmates I recall from the first year are Ann Ausband, Gray Pfaff, Clyde Kearney, Nell Sigmon, Bobby Swaim, Strupe Lackey, Eula Gray Shore, Helen Coltrane, Priscilla Kurdian, Dudley Spainhour, Betty Jean Cartwright, Mary Lou Hill, Rebekah Hunter, Douglas Shrop- shire, Johnny Shore, Vernon Norman, and Grady Bowen. With the help of our teachers, Miss Hodgin and Mrs. Flynt, we soon settled down to learning our A, B, Cis. The main event of our first year was the play we gave for commencement. Soon we were in the second grade and were learning to add and subtract under the instruction of Miss Kapp and Mrs. Flynt. Sally Barbee joined our class this year. Each year in the elementary school we looked forward to certain special events. Among the most important of these events were the two chapel programs we gave each year and for which we spent many happy hours in rehearsal. Some of us looked forward to the operetta. Long hours were spent each year in getting ready for it. Another event that added color to our childhood was what we called getting on the team. To the initiated, that meant wonderful things-it meant that you had ranked highest in your class in scholarship, health, and citizenship. If you made the team, you were sent on a school day to compete with other winners from every Forsyth school. The final winner was publicly acclaimed, and even from the vantage point of my senior dignity I still think highly of that honor. At last we were in the fourth grade and anxious to begin studying geography and long multiplica- tion with Mrs. Wilson and Miss Small as our teachers. Daphne Mickey and Raymond Needham joined our class this year. Each year some classmates dropped out to the class behind us, left school, or moved to another community. New classmates also come each year to take their places. Our fifth and sixth years passed quickly. Our fifth grade teachers were Mrs. Thomas and Miss Scott. New students in our class this year were Cricket McElrath, jean York, and Katherine Shouse, Our teachers in the sixth grade were Mrs. Murray and Mr. Cox. John Reece joined our class this year For many of us this was our last year on the elementary side of the building and we began to realize tha1 our school years were passing swiftly. The seventh grade saw part of us on the high school side with Mrs. Scott as our homeroom teacher The rest of us remained on the elementary side under Mr. Cox. For those of us on the high school side it was a new experience, but we soon settled down to studying without watching the classes changing in the hall. We were all together again in the eighth grade. Our homeroom teachers were Mrs. Scott and Mrs. Higgins, and with their help and persuasion we learned to change classes without being late. Betty Lov Fulp entered our class this year. And then at last we were really in high school. In the ninth grade we acquired new members from Vienna. These were Nancy Horne, Donald Binkley, Mary Alice Taylor, Margaret Shields, Sue Yar- brough, Gloria Needham, Virginia Bowen, and June Carter. We soon caught the spirit of high school life and tried to have as much fun as possible. Our homeroom teachers, Miss Howery and Miss Cham- bers, started us on the way toward our goal-a bona fide diploma. Time passed quickly and soon we were in the tenth grade. Our homeroom teachers were Mrs. Pratt and Mr. Wood. Jay Giles joined our class this year from Alabama. Except for that, I don't re- call any other event of especial interest in our sophomore year. Again time marched on and we were juniors, choosing the course which would best suit our lives after we left school. Those of us who were planning to go to college took the college preparatory course, while the others took the business course. Toward the end of the year we ordered our class rings. We looked forward with great eagerness to the day when they would come and 'when they finally arriv- ed we wore them with pride. During this year Al Ross joined us from Brooklyn, N. Y., and Alberta Ratledge came from Baltimore, Maryland. The main event of this year, of course, was the Junior- Senior banquet. We spent many long hours preparing for it. It was a semi-formal banquet held at the Patio on May 8, 1948. With the help of our homeroom teachers, Miss Moomaw and Miss Ivey, we made a success of it and everybody had fun. And now, as I write, we are seniors-almost, we are graduates! Our high school years are nearly over and in a very short time we will leave them forever. It has been a good year and a busy one. We have worked hard to learn the things we should know from books, and we have learned other things as well. None of us will ever forget the suppers we sponsored to raise money for our year book. The aroma of those chicken pies will, I am sure, haunt me with a nostalgic flavor every time I get hungry-which will be often if I may judge the future by the past! We will always remember gratefully that Mr. Keiger, our Barbara's father, donated all the paper and the printing to make Ye Olde Towne Crieri' the beau- tiful yearbook it is. There are so many other things to remember-the senior play and the loveliest junior-senior banquet ever. We see our senior year take its inevitable place in our history, with regret that it is over and gratitude that it has been so good. WILLIAM POINDEXTER, Historian.

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LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT We, the 1949 graduating class of Old Town High School, being of abnormal minds and super-excel- lent memories, realizing that our departure from these portals is inevitable, and making void any previous will or wills, do hereby ordain and declare this to be our Last Will and Testament, wherein we make disposition of all our cherished fbut outlandishj possessions. ARTICLE ONE Section 1 : To Mr. E. K. McNew, our principal, to Mrs. Newman, and to the other members of the faculty, we leave our heart-felt gratitude for their unfaltering trust in us, despite our willful ways, their under- standing of our ups and downs, their forgiveness of our enormous alibis, and their patient guidance through the years. Section 2: We leave, with reluctance, our bright halos and our silvery white wings to all underclassmen. Use them sparingly as we have, and you'll have many adventurous memories to look back on! Section 3: Since the juniors will certainly need something to unlock the mystery of how they will ever pass their senior year, we pass on to them the key of knowledge. It will be helpful next year ftake it from usQ. ARTICLE TWO Section 1: To Bobby Young, Grady Bowen leaves his ability to disrupt commercial classes by charming all the little girls around him. Section 2: Ruth Cranfill, who has decided to settle down and become a lady, wills her boisterous ways to Peg- gy Bain. Section 3: Johnny Shore and Betty Lou Fulp will their ability to survive a scrap to Faye Wolff and Ray Church. Section 4: To Smith Beroth, Vernon Norman leaves his graceful and distinguished promenading. Section 5: Betty Cartwright wills her exclusive method of popping chewing gum to Mickey Adams. Section 6: ' Bobby Swaim leaves his title as Lady Slayerv to Gene Doub, to be placed in mothballs for four years. fWhen Gene becomes of agej. A Section 7: June Carter wishes to leave her line to the fish. She hopes in that way to get a good bite-finally! Section 8: Melbourne Doub leaves his enormous strength and huge muscles to Chubby Hauser-now maybe Chubby can deflate his shoulder pads. Section 9: John Reece wills his head, undistinguished except for its color, to a bottle of peroxide. Section 10: ' Jay Giles wills his knowledge of physics to Mr. Williams, and his position as Faculty Adviser to Mrs: Newman. Section ll: .N 0 Jean York wills her rare and equisite beauty to Barbara Blakely. Now, Barbara, you will find Bob- by as devoted to you as Donald has been to Jean. F Section 12: , Priscilla Kurdian and Daphne Mickey leave their beautiful 'friendship to joan Wood and Peggy Carpenter.