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

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saw that little corporation, Deuce Credit Clothing Co. Ten years certainly had changed it. Now there was a model for exclusive men's clothes and the model was none other than Donald Binkley. Then I saw a dentist's office high in the Reynolds Building. There was, Bobby Swaim pulling teeth for all he was worth, and close by to help him with his every need was his devoted little nurse, Betty Jean Cart- wright. The poor lady in the chair seemed to be in a hurry to get back to her two children in the re- ception room. I took a closer look at her and recognized the former Virginia Lee Bowen. She looked happy in spite of Bobby's ministrations. Out in the reception room was another lady holding a baby. Instead of a rattler, the baby was holding a tiny ten pound weight. The lady looked snooty about it all. Why, I knew her when she was just plain Sue Yarborough, not yet the wife of The World's Champion Weight Lifter. There was a real estate oflice right next to Bobby's office. The door was wide open so I could see a pair of feet resting comfortably on the top of a desk. Attached to the feet was Beanie Bowen, dic- tating a letter to his pretty secretary, Alberta Ratledge. I was glad to know that Beanie finally became what he always wanted to be--a big boss with a pretty secretary. The next thing that caught my eye was a little record shop. Instead of booths, there was one big room in which to play all the records you wanted, with plenty of space for dancing, and, wonderful to behold, there were free eats for all. Of all things, there I was running the joint. I always wondered what my life's work would be. About that time, a woman walked into the store, or I should say was dragged in by eight kids. They were actually going to buy a record. It was Shirley Yarbrough and her four sets of twins looking for Mammy, When Is Pappy Coming Home? Next came a short stop at Hanes Gym. Here Cricket McElrath was receiving the Teague award for being the most outstanding girl in the sports world. This was the third year that her basketball abil- ity had won her this award. Farther out in the suburbs of Winston-Salem, I saw the delapidated ruins of Garner Food Company. Yes, Athol had finally run the Garner Company out of business. On the subject of food, I saw Gloria Needham, who was head of a big chain of grocery stores. Just think, it all started with her experience in her father's store. I Out on Reynolda Road I found Helen Coltrane, now D. R. E. of Reynolda church. The next scene was so splendid I could hardly believe my eyes. Here was a huge plantation with Clyde Kearney sitting on the porch of a beautiful old southern home. I guess he decided that since he was going to be a farmer, he might as well do it in true southern style. The next place was dear old Bethania. There, in a little shop at one end of the street, Dudley Spain- hour had set up a business where he personally baked buns and sugar cake for the Moravian Churches. Dudley always was a good cook. A charming young lady came into the store to see if she could get some sugar cake for supper. It was Eula Gray-happily married and still living in Bethania. The scenes were fading now. I got a glimpse of a lonely lighthouse off the coast of North Caro- lina where Ann Ausband, the lighthouse keeper, was busy writing another novel. Then I saw the Coral Gables Night Club in Florida where Barbara Keiger was an entertainer. Next came 'a beautiful modern school right in the middle of a little jungle town in South America where Nancy Horne was trying to drill a little English into the cl'1ildren's heads. Faint and dim grew the pictures. I supposed this was the last I was to see. But wait, there was one more. Surely one of my classmates had not come to this. A poor old bum was stumbling along the railroad track with his few belongings tied in a red handkerchief. It was Jay Giles, and every line in his face seemed to say he was truly sorry for what he had done. Poor thing, he had such a brilliant future in college until he got kicked out for trying to advise the faculty. I sat dazed for a minute, not realizing that everything was suddenly dark. Mother came into the room with a candle. Aren't you in bed yet? This storm has caused all the lights to go out. In reply to my question of what storm?', she merely looked at me as though she thought I mighty be batty. Well, one never knows. JUNE CARTER, Prophet. L'

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SENIOR CLASS PROPHECY- Ho Hum-nearly 11:30 p. m. and I still hadn't started studying for our final test on Macbeth. As I sat down and prepared to cram a little knowledge into my numb brain, I thought wearily, Why does Mrs. Newman have to be such a slave driver. Anybody ought to know you can't memorize half the lines in Macbeth in one night. Oh well, might as well get started. THUNDER AND LIGHTNING. ENTER THREE WITCHES-I stifled another yawn but I couldn't keep my eyelids from drooping. I was so sleepy-the room seemed to be filled with smoke or something. Then slowly three shapes clarified themselves from the haze. Why it's the three witches from Macbeth, I thought. They seemed oblivious of my presence and continued stirring the contents of a huge iron pot, suspended as if by magic over burning embers. I rubbed my eyes and looked again but they were still there with strange vapors rising from the pot. Miraculously the vapors began to take definite shape and the whole scene formed before my very eyes. Was this New York I was seeing? Possibly the New York of ten years hence, a city of glass and plastic buildings. One of these marvelous structures rose above all the rest, towering even over the old out-dated Empire State Building. As the scene be- came clearer, I saw it was the great radio, television network, N. B. C. And who should be sitting in the oHice that bore the word President on the door but Doug Shropshire! I supose the experience of re- pairing the senior class radio helped a lot. The scene moved down from the top floor to one of those soundproof rooms where broadcasts are held. Here some of the most famous names in radio were giving a big variety show. There was Ruth Cranfill and John Reece, biggest comedy team in the U. S. No wonder all the girls were screaming and fainting-the greatest swoon-crooner since Frankie just walked in, Raymond Needham! The Andrew Sisters were there too, still going strong but something new had been added-Priscilla Gurdian as the fourth member. Suddenly the scene changed and there before me was the most magnificent building I had yet seen. It was the new Carnegie Hall. From the looks of things, it was the opening night of Carmen. Margaret Shields was making her debut in the leading role. Two of the gypsy dancers were Daphne Mickey and Lois Bumgardner. I took a look at the crowd going in and there with all her fabulous jewels and chincilla was Mrs. Tootie Van Thomas, wife of the wealthy Emerton Van Thomas. My old friend, Tootie Tay- lor, grown rich, haughty, and fat. Right behind her I noticed a meek little man escorting a beautiful young lady. Yes, Strupe was still taking Mary Jane to concerts and the like. Again the scene shifted, this time to the one part of New York that hadn't changed, Greenwich Village. There in that artistic surrounding I saw two people arguing. Nell Sigmon and Al Ross of all people. Nell was known all over New York for her modern art. Sort of a second Dali, you know. And Al was one of the principal cartoonists for the New York Times. His very amusing strip called My Life in '49 told all his experiences as a high school senior. Farther down the street, I saw that famous Powers model, Jean York walking toward her apartment. She was more beautiful than she had been in high school. She walked on into the apartment where she roomed with four other girls. At least there were four when Mary Lou Hill was there. She had recently left to become one of those traveling sales-women selling Styles for Stout Sophisticatesf' Katherine, Ruby Lee and Avalene made up the rest of the crowd. Avalene had her own beauty shop right in the heart of Fifth Avenue and Katherine and Ruby Lee, still good friends, were working as F. B. I. agents. I was wondering if none in my class had become theatrically inclined when Gray Pfaff came strolling down the street. You could tell by his appearance that he was one of those characters who give their all to the stage. Watching him pass, I wondered if he became famous for his looks or his acting. Once more the mists swirled and what should I see before my eyes but that dear Old Town School. Yes, I knew it right away, for like Greenwich Village, it hadn't changed at all. At least the building hadn't. There were quite a few changes in the faculty though. In the home ec room, I saw Becky Hunter. Even with all the obsolete equipment she had to use, she was doing a Hne job teaching the kids how to sew and cook. A quick look in Mr. Brownis room showed me that that brilliant soci- ology student, William Poindexter had found his life's work. From the way it looked, he was giving a true-false test. The scene moved toward the gym, but, first, I had to see our old homeroom. It surely was good to see one member of the faculty still there. Mrs. Newman was writing a Macbeth test on the board. I tried to get a closer look but the door was closed in my face. Down in the gym, two coaches were giving the boys and girls a pep talk. It was Vernon Norman and Johnny Shore coaching for their alma mater. They surely made fine looking coaches, and I knew their teams couldn't fail to win. I thought the scene was going to fade, but no, I was going to get a glimpse of that exalted mon- arch, the principal. One look into the office made me cry, Oh! no, not that! For who should be sit- ting there with his feet on the desk but Melbourne Doub. He was giving orders to Shorty Fulp. I sup- posed that she had taken Miss Hale's place, and I wondered how she was doing with the Glee Club. The scenes were changing swiftly now. They seemed to be giving me a brief tour of Winston- Salem, metropolis of the South. In the lobby of the Zinzendorf Hotel, I saw Sally Barbee selling maga- zines and candy. Well, that's just like Sally, she always did like excitement. On down the street, I

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THE ROBIN I heard a robin sing today With notes so sweet and clear That like a heav'n sent blessing fell Upon my list'ning ear. I wonder how it is that he Can sing so glad and gay, And where he learned the songs he sings Throughout each summer day. I left my tiresome chores to hear His lilting lay so sweet, And, oh, it smoothed the path beneath My tired and stumbling feet. Too soon my robin flew away, Some other soul to cheer, But tho he went, he left his song, That in my heart I hear. EULA GRAY SI-roms