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

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ANN AUSBAND Gulping my lunch down hurriedly, I rushed out to snag Ann Ausband before she became one of the cogs of a softball game out on the athletic field, or before she drew some committee around her in exuberent conference. You see, it was Ann who was to receive my interrogations today. Answering my questions in her quiet, reserved manner, with an occasional smile, Ann told me of her plans to go to college next fall to study art. It's a career of commercial art or designing that she's set her cap for. We all know how much we have depended on Ann for the original ideas and for such art work as has been necessary for our class projects during these four years at O. T. H. S. Drawing and painting aren't Ann's only activities. She's president of the Glee Club, and member of the student council. During the winter quarter, we saw her, too, during the basketball games, never giving up hope of victory, but showing excellent school spirit in defeat. Although she's 3 wonderful example of a dainty lady, Ann's our nature girl. She loves nothing bet- ter than to wander through the woods in a lackadaisical manner. These adventures are climaxed by her finding perchance a petite, brightly colored flower peeping through the dark, crusty earth, or a fascinating insect, or a feather from the wing of some unfamiliar, migratory bird. Spring is her season and garbed in a faded pair of blue jeans, she spends her free time in the fields around Bethania. Then while our interview progressed, Ann's eyes became wistful, and she vowed that she'd never forget Old Town High. Mr. Brown's class will always be a cherished memory because she could get along with him so well. And then, her future life will, regardless of how full and well-rounded it may be, never take the place of all those late parties at supposed Staley's when she and the other staff members were working on the UCIRIERD. Our co-editor of the CR1ER,,' then walked away, with a sigh of regret that high school days were so nearly over. She's very keen in spirit, and has an unusual sensitiveness in her nature. Our Ann's full of cheerfulness, and her kindness is well-known. It isn't hard for us to see Ann in years hence as a well- known designer, looking over decorating schemes that reflect her own exquisite taste and temperament. SALLY BARBEE. JUNE CARTER But we positively have to go to that dance tonight! These words greeted me as I went to learn some of the odds and ends of the life of this frivolous minded lass. I trailed her to her bedroom, with pencil in hand, hoping to get a few moments of her valuable time. The walls immediately drew my attention for they were covered with gorgeous girls-pinups. I suppose June noticed my surprise because she laughingly explained, Oh, those, in case you are won- dering, I like to draw, so I copy these in my spare time. As I looked at some of her drawings I found that she was, in my opinion, very talented. She went on to tell me that to be a designer used to be her greatest dream, but that drawing is only a hobby and would never be more because she knew that in that held she wasn't good enough to be the best, so lid rather just leave it alone, she said. With this she began going through her closet to find something to wear. I watched her frown on several dresses and at last choose one. You knowf, she said, sometimes I think my greatest ambition is to have all the clothes I want. They're my weakness. She talked on as she busied herself with the details of becoming more beautiful, and I discovered that she adores deviled egg sandwiches for lunch and likes to read while she eats. As for reading matter she likes all types, from magazines to classics. As I turned to leave, thinking that I'd already used more of her time than she was willing to part with, I noticed a plaque hanging on the wall. I investigated and found that it was for taking first place in the county recitation contest. Goodness, I thought, does the senior class bird brain have achievements? This I'd better look into. Don't get me started on that, she said, I'll talk all night. I guess that was one of the biggest thrills of my life and definitely the high spot of my junior year. I also learned that June had been gossip editor for the school paper during her sophomore and junior years, but is now, during her senior year, devoting all her time to the yearbook of which she is feature edi- tor. This busy girl has also been a cheerleader for the past two years. Good-bye June. We have called you bird-brain all the year, but never, never have we meant it to be anything but a term of affection. We have been proud of your talents and your accomplish- ments. May all your dearest dreams come true! SUE YARBROUGH.

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BOBBY SWAIM Dear CRIER: You, who wish to obtain and impart useful knowledge that will be of value to all, have requested information about the president of our class of nineteen forty-nine. Bobby Swaim is an outstanding worker in our class. He has the wonderful combination of an alert mind coupled with the ability to get along with people exceedingly well, which, you will agree, is a su- perior pair of qualities. Bobby cares about his appearance toog he is neat, and always dressed appro- priately for the occasion. All you need to know about his personality can be deduced from one look at his happy, spontaneous smile . Baseball and football are my favorites in the sports line, says Bobby. He was on both varsity teams. Bobby told me he has no time for hobbies, but I've noticed he always seems to enjoy the com- pany of the girls around himg this sounds like a hobby to me! All his friends must be just good uns,,' he says in a genuine Southern spiritg this miraculous boy likes everything and seems pleased with everything and everybody-he evidently has no ardent dislikes, As I sit in physics class and glance around, I Often notice how much Bobby seems to enjoy this course. I'm sure that's because he realizes the scientific knowledge he is getting will help him in his future study of dentistry. I asked Bobby if he had any regrets in leaving high school, and he immediately replied, Yes-I haven't done half as well as I should have. Well! If any of ug could dg bettei- than Bobby Swaim- He later added that he was going to miss seeing all of his classmates more than anything else after graduation. Lighter and more trivial matters were next on my question list, and the first was taste in music. I WSS SUY6 he W0UlCl Dame Twelfth Street Rag, SS his choice, thinking of the many nickels squandered for shagging to that little number at Staley's after the game, but he Came up with that activity bus stand- by, KingsiZed Papa! Here's a surprise: Bobby's about the iirst boy I've heard say it yet, but in an- SWCI' to my question, he 6XClaim6d, I like long Skirts-they really add to the appearance of. most girls. What is your favorite dish? I asked. He replied in a voice that told me this hadn't been a spur-of-the-moment decision: T-bone steak and French friesli' My interview ended in a howl from both of us after my question concerning any embarrassing mo- ments he might have had. He proceeded: I had a date and was in a hurry. I wanted a special hand- kerchief, and mother directed me to a little drawer where she also keeps aprons and other nick-nacks. I rushed through without turning on a light, grabbed a handkerchief, yelled 'Goodbye,' and was gone. Everything was going fine-we were having a huge time at the party when my date asked me for my handkerchief to remove a few drops of spilled coke. I chivalrously brought out my handkerchief, which turned out to be a little cloth sugar sack! Was my face red! This, I think, is along the line of the hoped-for information that the people are awaiting. Towne Crier. May it add interest to your scroll. ANN AUSBAND. JAY GILES My dreams are beginning to be realized at last even if it is only by way of an assignment in English --I am a reporter chasing that ever-busy Jay Giles to get an interview. Jay is a busy person, always working, if not on the annual or his school work, then at his hobby of raising prize chickens. He has sent some of his chickens to the South-Eastern World's Fair and they came back carrying prizes for their owner. Jay has a very brilliant mind and a scholastic record which won for him the position of chief mar- shal in his junior year. As a senior this year, he was manager of the yearbook to which he has devoted much of his time. After he leaves high school, jay wants to develop his mind even more, so he is planning to go to the University of North Carolina. Along with work, somehow, Jay seems to find time for girls. He likes girls who have nice hair, eyes, and figure. Also, he doesn't want them to wear glasses or to blow smoke around on a date. His only disparaging comment about girls is women driversii' And on the subject of girls, his favorite movie star is June Allyson, so you petite blondes take hope! Oh, yes, girls, Jay's ambition is to get mar- ried, but he says he is not making much progress in that direction now. When I asked Jay how he felt about leaving school he said that most of all, he was going to miss the good times he had making excuses to get out of French and English classes. He also said he would miss his favorite class-study hall-very much. Jay is a person of high ambition, and he works hard to obtain the things he wants. He likes work and will stick to what he starts until the finish. He also likes to travel and hopes he will be able to do a great deal of traveling after his college days and after he gets the pilot's license he aspires to this year. A right guy, a hard worker, a good friend is Jay Giles. Happy landings, pal! EULA GRAY SHORE.

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SALLY BARBEE Getting this interview was quite a job. It's rather hard to find Sally unless you find her asleep, and then it's just too hard to wake her up. In spite of all this I finally caught up with her one day in typing class, and sounding her out on a few important questions, I found that, just as I had suspected, sleeping was her favorite pastime. As for her bad habits, I didn't have to ask about them because I knew for certain what her worst one isg making blind dates. Why, I remember the time when she had a blind date with a boy from Rey- nolds, and-well, anyway, let's get on with the interview. She has an odd ambition for such a happy- go-lucky person as she is-she wants to be a school teacher. I certainly envy the kids that get her. I know they'll be happy because her pet peeve is ole naggin' teachers. She says the only real regret she has in leaving could be wrong. She's accomplished many things from this that she doesn't do any work up here, but Old Town High' is having to start to work. I gather without apparent effort-president of this, secretary of that, here one minute, there the next, and always on the honor roll. I guess it's all just part of her amazing personality. When I asked her about food, she gave a rapturous sigh, as if to say here was something she really enjoyed talking about. Fried chicken, she breathed, with a dreamy look. If there's anything I like better than fried chicken, it's more fried chicken. Sally collected her papers and prepared to rush off again, so I gathered that the interview was over. I caught her as she left and asked if she didn't have at least one secret ambition that I could print. We-e-ll, she said, rather doubtfully, I know Mrs. Newman wouldn't approve, or think it proper, but I want to elope when I get married and keep it a secret for a while. After that contribution, she left me to ponder on what Old Town High would be like next year with- out Sally. I know she'll be missed, and I doubt if the place will ever be the same without her silly gig- gles, her crazy ways, her warm, sparkling personality, her versatility, and her ability to get things done in record time. JUNE CARTER. TREASURE SHIP The moon, A golden ship, A-sail on the milky way, Brings treasure untold of jeweled dreams To me. NANCY HORNE.