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

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THE PATCHWORK QUILT The patterns are ring, and tulip and pathg That her husband built, She doesn't do a thing but sew On a patchwork quilt. All the quilts she has made so far Are lovely to rememberg In the little red-roofed house She's made three since November. Through all che winter she sits and sews, And neatly turns the seams, And sprinkles on her patchwork gay, A thimbleful of dreams. RUBY LEE NICHOLSON. . .... - ' ,-M fs- I '4 , f A X Nfl REQ itil! X lb EXW X 4 If lol l Lf, 2 ,e P-329+ e is Y i l '

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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

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JOHN REECE Among all the students at Old Town, John Reece is one of the most popular. He is a senior and a very busy one too. In fact, he has been busy ever since he entered high school, first attending to his job as substitute bus driver, and later his job as official driver. Although John does not play ball, he is manager of the football, baseball, and basketball teams. In addition to his job as manager, he is always seen at the gym door during the basketball season, ready to receive you, that is, if you have your quarter-and don't think you can get in without it, because you can't. Honest John we call him, and this time we mean it. This year the student council decided to choose a girl and boy of the month, and who do you guess was the first boy chosen? Yes, that's right, John! In addition to being voted the wittiest and most original boy in the senior class, John is considered a good citizen and friend to all. When I asked John about his favorite subject and teacher, he stopped a while, but finally said he liked physics best, and his favorite teacher is Mr. Williams. He and Mr. Williams seem to get along very well so I guess that accounts for his liking him best. John's ambition is to become a dentist. He hates the thought of having to leave school for he says, 'Tm afraid I'll have to wrk! We realize that he's only joking when he says this, and after he once gets into his college work he won't give up short of graduation. Of all the types of music that John hears, he still maintains that Eddy Arnold's hillbilly is his favorite. Whenever you hear someone singing hillbilly songs you know it's the one and only John Reece. About women's styles-he thinks the skirts are too long, and the hats just can't get any worse! As for Women, John has a special girl, but still he likes the others too. He isn't ready to be serious about any of them because he has his profession to work towards first. Old Town will not soon see his like again! Good luck, john, always! , NANCY HORNE. MARY ALICE TAYLOR Mary Alice and I got set for a long ride. A dreary rain had fallen all day downtown, and, impa- tient for our bus, we had jumped blindly onto the first one that had come into sight. How were we to know that it went to Clemmons and back? NOW we knew! But we laughed, made ourselves com- fortable, and began exchanging ideas on different topics. Tootie, I said, thinking about the many little things that irritate me so much, what do you dislike most in life? ' I dislike Helenatwood when she is madf' fThis was one word, I know Helen and Tootie are bud- diesj, green peas, conceited boys, fno certain ones in mind, of coursej, and lavender! We talked about everyday, commonplace matters a while. Tootie likes popular music best- Care- less Hands is her favorite. Hillbilly and classical music, I discovered, are absolutely out of her range. I love sports,', she said, especially swimming and fishing. There's nothing as relaxing or more fun than either of these for me. I spoke of some thrilling and amusing incidents that have happened dur- ing this last year. Mary Alice's dreamy gaze wandered out of the window through the rain. 'Tll never forget the night I was taking Vernon to Griiiith School for the game. In a huge hurry, we got on the wrong road and landed in a side ditch 'cause I was so excited. We barely got there in time for the boys' game. Both of us were quite a few minutes, reminiscing. Another unforgetable moment - one I'd like to forget: Doug Shropshire got overenthusiastic about something and ran up and hugged me. When I sort of collected myself I looked around and there stood Billy joe, glaring holes through me!,' Tootie had just come from the show, so I led the conversation to movies-she's wild about bad boy, Alan Ladd, and Jane Powell is her first choice in actresses. Pictures like The Snake Pit, The Ropef' and Spellbound, appeal to her most. Y The subject of school came up next, as it will inevitably. I told Tootie about the fun I have had in history class, and she exclaimed, I like typing class! It's not too hard, and We have some really good times in there. College is Tootie's plan for next fallg she isn't sure yet what she wants to study, but I think she'll be a career girl. She's homeloving, and will make an excellent housewife. I mused: Tootie Taylor is, beneath her gaiety and carefree manner, a truly ambitious and hard- working girl. She is co-editor of our year book, and last year and the year before she held important positions on the newspaper staff. She said modestly that her greatest accomplishment up to now is finish- ing the eleventh grade. Like all of us, Tootie dons a sad, sentimental air when she thinks of graduation. She suddenly looked wistful as we rode along, and I knew, from subjects we had discussed previously, that the little things that happen in school-waiting in the lunch line, hurried committee meetings, N33-true-false tests, and other pleasant fand otherwisej memories would linger, and she would long for them forever. We were back downtown now, ready to get the right bus, and the sun was shining, but I was sin- cerely glad we had mistaken that old Clemmons bus in the rain. Tootie's quite a girl!