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

Text from Pages 1 - 108 of the 1950 volume:

Che Senior qe p resents Up ¢ SL Of Cohn High Sehoot SW icetar oe, North Clrdtas Along the highways of our history, and at the crossroads of our American way of life stands the general store, an institution dear to the hearts of our people. Though still with us, it is rapidly giving way to our insistence upon specialization, sanitation, mirrored vegetable bins, and chromium fixtures. Over the worn counters of the general store passed, and pass, choice philosopy and gossip along with merchandise gathered from all the marts of the world. There, coin of the realm could, and can, purchase the freshest vegetables, the toughest overalls, even, occasionally, a genuine Paris model, or a curio from far away Tibet. _. Around its pot-bellied stove, wars have been fought and won, political campaigns have been settled, and presidents elected. There, freedom of speech is uncontested, and national pride in government of the people, for the people, by the people, is forever impregnable to the assaults of all undermining influences. Sa eseonan We, the Senior Class of 1950, dedicate this issue of “Ye Olde Towne Crier’’ to Mrs. Paul R. Newman in grateful appreciation for her enduring patience and helpful- ness throughout our Senior year. Our efforts have been crowned with success because of her friendship, inspiration, and counsel. It is with great pride that we dedicate this book to her. Mr. E. K. McNew, Principal BPA GUE AN, Left to right: Seated in front—Mrs. Gene Pratt, English; Miss Frances Scott, Eighth Grade. Seated in back—Mrs. Robert McClaren, Social Sciences; Mrs. B. H. Helms, Home Economics, Miss Sara Ken- nedy, Bible; Mrs. P. R. Newman, English; Mrs. C. E. Badgett, Eighth Grade. Standing—Mr. Reid Williams, Science; Mr. R. S. Shore, Mathematics; Mr. Walter Nelson, Commercial. SENIOR ROOM “Please give us your very best fabric for making a successful life; it must be all wool and a yard wide.” SS AS | i = = {I ie a J as IMMORTALITY (In Memory of Hubert Myers, Jr.) This morning the spring came a-calling And I waked to the song of a bird; But, lo, twas no bird that was singing, ’Twas the sound of your voice that I heard. The day still was robed in blue silver, And a few fickle raindrops fell. The fersythia new-blooming Rang softly each small golden bell. And I smiled—ah, tenderly, As the bells rang golden and clear, For plain in their chiming I heard The sound of your laughter, my dear. It wasn’t the rain a-tapping Aleng the quiet street— It’s never the rain that IJ hear, It’s the sound of your dancing feet. Oh, every small sound of the springtime Thet sings in the world outside Says that nothing of music or laughter, Nothing of you ever died. SENIOR OFFICERS Left to right: India Penland, Secretary; Porter Allen, President; Jane Fulk, Tyeasurer;. Jean Jennings, Vice-President. a? Top Row ¢ PORTER GRAY ALLAN “A gentlemen he was of artless grace Gentle of voice and fair of face.” Debating Cub 1; Journalism Club 2, 3; Vice-President of Junior Class 3; President of Senior Class 4; Bus Driver 4; Vesper Speaker 4. HELEN KIRBY ATWOOD “The heart that is truly happy never grows old.” Journalism Club 1, 3; F. H. A. 2; Cheerleader 3, 4. JOSEPH EDWARD BELTON “SA delizhtful combination of laziness and enthusiasm; ped sense and nonsense.” Radio Club 1; Athletic Club 2; Student Council 2; Cheer- leader 3; Journalism Club 3; Newspaper Staff 3; Vesper Speaker 4. JEAN CAROLNE BELTON “Of all the lights you carry in your face Joy shines brightest.” Glee Club 1; 4-H Club 1; Basketball 2; Secretary of Junior Class 3; Cheerleader 4; Class Day Officer 4. Pa f vA J v +t ore y, oN PK Bottom Row JOAN MARIE BEROTH “Her voice was ever soft, low and gentle.” 4-H Club 1, 2; Dramatic Club 1; Journalism 2, 3. MARY LOU BLEVINS (Transferred from Elkin High School 2) “FYere is a lady sweet and wise.” Glee Club e238 Dramatics @lubmlae2em3) elem lelemeos Journalism Club 1, 2, 3;-4-H Club 1, 2, 3. I 228 ROBERT WADE CARSWELL (Transferred from Staunton Military Academy, 4) ‘Tt is the motive that gives character to the actions of man.” Baseball 4. BETTY LOUNORA CLINE “Her air, her smile, her notions, Told of womanly completeness.” Glee Glubr is 2) 3ae4eu beable As wes Jourmalisnne lite 2m. Club 1, 2; President of Glee Club 4; Superior rating in District Contest 4. Top Row PEGGY JEAN CONRAD “Nature was here so lavish in her store That she bestowed until she had no more.” F. H. A. 1; Cheerleader 1, 2; Journalism Club 2, 3; News- paper Staff 2, 3; President of Junior Class 3; Annual Staff 4. WILMA JANE DEAL “Never did she on ou r dear court tarry.” F. H. A. 1; Glee Club 1, 2; Journalism Club 2; 4-H Club 2. PATRICIA ANN DOCKERY “For a girl who’s friendly, full of mirth There is no measure on this earth.” i Jal AG ile Glee Clitlo i, 8 Ieuan @e 4el (Clit) 2 BARBARA ANN DOUB “A true friend is the greatest of all blessings.” Enslish Club 1; Journalism Club 2; 4-H Club 3. Bottom Row MARY ELIZABETH DULL “Ah, quiet lass, there are but few who know the treasure hid in thee.” 4-H Club 1; English Club 1, 2; Bible Club 3. CHARLES WILLIAM FEARRINGTON “He would delight in the athletic man.” Debating Club 1; Athletic Club 2; Football 2, 3, 4. WILLIAM EDWARD FLYNT “He became the friend of all who knew him.’ Athletic Club 1; Bus Driver 1, 2, 3, 4; Basketball 4. RICHARD SUEEREOX “Happy is the man who enjoys life.” Basketball 3, 4; Football 3, 4; Bus Driver 4; Superlative 4; Journalism Club 3; Vesper Speaker 4; Varsity Basketball We 23s Py Top Row JANE ALYCE FULK “A jolly unselfish personality is the greatest gift of all.” Glee Club 1, 2, 3; Cheerleader 2, 3; Student Council 2, 4; Treasurer of Junior Class 3; Treasurer of Senior Class 4; F. H. A. 1; Dramatic Club 1; Marshal 3; Superlative 4. CONSTANCE MARIE HANCOCK “Living each moment fully.” askadomlll DM, Fo “ie iy 18, WN We 4SshrClty i, 2 DAVID RICHARD HAUSER “A cheerful man is king.” Baseball 3; Debating Club 1, 2; Bus Driver 1, 2, 3, 4; Radio Club 3. RICHARD FARRELL HAUSER “Though you were dying, he would make you laugh.” Radio Club 1; Journalism Club 3. Pe Use Bottom Row +t, MARY JANE HINES “Without music life would be a mistake.” Glee Club 1, 2; Journalism Club 2, 3; Marshal 3; News- paper Staff 3; Annual Staff 4. ANNA ELIZABETH HUDGINS “And her eyes smiled with her lips.” Glee Club 1, 2; Journalism Club 2; Newspaper Staff 3; Cheerleader 2; F. H. A. 2; Marshal 3; Superlative 4. HUNTER LEE JAMES “Eyer pursuing true sportsmanship.” Football 2, 3, 4; Basketball 3, 4; Journalism Club 3; De- bating Club 3; Athletic Club 1. IMOGENE FRANCES JENNINGS “Charming way; winning smile.” Glee Club 1; Dramatic Club 1; F. H. A. Treasurer 2; Journalism Club 2, 3; Gossip Editor 2; Exchange Editor 3; Marshal 3; Library Staff 3; Student Council 3; Vice-Presi- dent of Senior Class 4; Community Council Representative 4. is 4s P, yg YU fr ¢ } j Pn ve j . 4 ; K, “ i f AS wv — L Top Row! |. ; A } CHARLES Ais RMOND LAKEY : e r LJ! } “Pver changing—ever popular.” . . AY Vice-President cf Student Government 3; Football 3, 4; Baseball 3, 4; Journalism Club 3; Cheerlezder 3; Science Club 1. BE iy MAE LAWSON “Full of laughter, full of pep, never still, that’s her rep.” Glee Club 1, 2; Basketball 1; Cheerleader 2, 3, 4; Library Staff 2, 3, 4; Journalism Club 2; F. H. A. 2; Newspaper Reporter 353) Class Day Officer 4; 4-H Club 1. NecswOGAINT Til “A little nonsense now and then is relished by the wisest man.” Baseball 4; Debating Club 2, 3; Radio Club 1; Glee Club 3; Junior Varsity Basketball 1; Annual Staff 4; Journalism Glubwle CHARLES THOMAS LEON LONG p) “Friendliness makes happiness.’ Science Club 1; Debating Club 2; Journalism Club 3; Baseball 3, 4; Football 4; Glee Club 4. Bottom Row JO ANN LONG “Good nature is the very air of a good mind.” Basketball 3, 4; F, H. A. 1; 4-H Club 1, 2, 3: Glee Club ieee PEGGY ANN LONGBOTTOM “The brightest star is the most modest.” Glee Cll: ik, DB, 3 We Jae IN, ile 418i Clluly i, 2, oe WILLIAM ELLISON McDANIEL “Bles-ed is the man who having nothing to say abstains from siving us wordy evidence of the fact.” Debating Club 1, 2; Glee Club 1. DOROTHY ELIZABETH NORMAN “Her smile of cheer.” 4-H Club 1, 2; Glee Club 1. fi en, Use : Dif. p17 a | Ae vi Va Top Raw INDIA MAXELLA PENLAND “She walks in beauty.” F. H. A. 1; 4-H Club 1, 2; Basketball 2; Glee Club 1, 2, 3, 4; Cheerleader 4; Superlative 4; Secretary of Senior NANCY REGINA PETREE “Wisdom is better than rubies.” Glee Club 1, 2, 3, 4; English Club 1; Student Council 2, 4; Journalism Club 3; Newspaper Staff 3; Marshal 3; Librarian 2, 3, 4; Annual Staff 4. KENNETH WILLIAM PFAFF, JR. “My heart is whole, my fancy free Run on small girls, don’t bother me.” Baceball 4; Debating Club 2; Bus Driver 3, 4; Radio Club 1. VIOLET JEAN SEAGRAVES “A quiet and gentle nature had she.” A= Clube leeceGlee Glubele Bottom Row HERMAN GRAY SHAMEL “He had a head to contrive, a tongue to pe rsuade, and a hand to execute mischief.” Athletic Club 1; Debating Club 2; Baseball 1, 2, 3, 45 Football 2, 3, 4; Bus Driver 4; Annual Staff 4. FRANCES EARLINE SHARP “Constant source of joy.” Giles Club ie @ Be eo 18L BS ie Zelsi Clio Wy Qe Be BENJAMIN HENRY SHORE “Dignity formed a mask for him.’ Annual Staff 4; Bus Driver 4; Bible Club 4. RUBYS JEAN SHORE “There is no genius in life like the genius of energy and activity.” F. H. A. 1; Glee Club 1, 2; Manager of Bas ketball Team 2, 3; Basketball 4; 4-H Club 1, 2. CLETUS EUGENE SN Y DER “Not too serious, not too gay, But a jolly good fellow in everyway.”’ Radio Club 1; Debating Club 2; Journalism Club 3; News- paper Staff 3; Baseball 3; Student Council 3; Football 4; Basketball 4; Baseball 4. GEORGIE ANN SWINK “To hear her sing is to hear the birds of spring.” Glee Club 1, 2, 3;. Dramatic Club.1; Journalism. Club 2; Club editor of Old Town slattlers2-64-ElGlubel. ROGER EUGENE VOGLER ““Men of few words are the best men.” Debatines Glubeieezs EVA JEAN WOOD “Life is just a span; I'll enjoy every inch of it.” Cheerleader 4; Glee Club 1, 2, 3, 4; 4-H Club President 1; Class Day Officer 4; Vesper Speaker 4; Dramatic Club 1; Annual Staff 4; Managing editor of Old Town Tattler 3; Majorette 3. MARGARE TORU YATES “She’s nice to work with She’s witty to talk with And pleasant to think upon.’ Basketball 4; F, H. A. 1; 4-H Club 1, 2, 3; Glee Club 1, 25a nie Varsity 2, 3. HIGHLIGHIStOL ei iE GUASS mist GRY Looking backard down the long vista of time to that far off year, 1938, I remember how a brand new crop of little boys and girls made their eager, or reluctant, entrance into school life in the first grade at Old Town. Our apples were polished to an extra high gloss, our pinafores and new suits stiff with starch were arranged with loving care! With a nostalgic pang or two, and a wistful regret for dreams that have perished along the way, I look upon that proud group crowding my memory and proclaim aloud that we were really something to see! It was to be an eventful year under the leadership of Mrs. Flynt and Mrs. Trivette. For commencement, the second grade and we combined our talents in a play, “Snow White.” Between acts, Anna Hudgins and Jerry Cook sang a duet, and Nancy Petree delivered a fifteen minute oration entitled, ‘““Mother’s Clubs,” which she had borrowed from the repertoire of her high school sister. Coming events really do cast their shadows before them! Up the stairsteps of second, third, and fourth grades we went toward education and adulthood. I remember the fourth grade particularly because of the operetta in which we were allowed to take part. Not much of a part, to be sure, but at least we had pretty costumes that decorated the least important sections of the stage. Can you picture Herman Shamel in a cute little brownie suit, and Richard Hauser as a dear littlesusny rabbit wich a white cotton tail? Oh, yes, that was also the year Nancy Petree got spanked for not knowing her spelling. Time is an alchemist whose powers are indeed beyond belief! In Mrs. Sisell’s room when we were in the fifth grade, we used to play a game called “Come sit with me.” Friz Lawson was the cutest little girl, with long curls and pretty dresses. In our games all the boys wanted to sit with her and Fritz wet bitterly everytime one of them came near! Oh, change! That year we presented “The Sleeping Beauty.” Thurmond Lakey was Prince Charming and Herman Shamel was the king. Poor little Herman found his crown and robes very tiresome so -he cried from curtain to curtain. Thurmond bent over to kiss Mary Jane Hines, the sleeping beauty. It proved too much for him, and he fell flat on his face! At the end of our sixth grade the chill finger of death reached out and touched one of our playmates, Gloria Law- son. It was an experience new to us and I can never forget the sense of shock and loss which Gloria’s death left on our young minds. I remember exactly how she looked when she was queen in our fifth grade operetta. We were very happy to reach the eighth grade. We knew we weren't really in high school, but we went to chapel with the high school, and—peak of all joys—we changed classes! No more sitting in the same room all day; no more childish routine of recesses and restrictions! We felt that we had at last arrived. As the ninth grade was really our first year of high school, we didn’t hesitate to take advantage of it. Remember the field trips Mr. Smith took us on, Jane, Wilma, and Jean? Too bad the water was so deep, Jane. Miss Ivey was our home- reom teacher. Just before we returned to school for our junior year, ancther great sorrow came to us—Hubert Hyers died as the result of injuries received in an accident. He had been one of our most popular members, and his loss cast a gloom over the entire year. We can never forget him, nor grow accustomed to his absence. For us, his step still echoes in the halls, and his merry laughter rings out above the campus sou7d . In our junior year, we elected either the college preparatory course or the commercial course. Our class officers weze Porter Allen, Peggy Conrad, Jane Fulk, and Jean Belton, and our sponsors were Mrs. Mickey and Mrs. Helms. The highlight of that year, and indeed one of the bright moments of our high school life, was the Junior-Senior banquet. It was a beautiful party, so we felt repaid for the hard work required in preparing it. And now—now we are Seniors. Just a few more days and this phase of our life will be ended. We are happy and proud to be graduating, but our pleasure is, of course, tinged with regret. What a year it has been—harder than we ever knew before but a lot of fun too. Junior-Senior was all we could desire in such an affair. We wi'l never forget. it. Chicken pie supper meant fun as well as work, and the senior play brought realization to the dreams of some of our best actors and actresses. Porter Allen led the class as president, and Mrs. Newman was our class sponsor. We are grateful to her for helping us to develop both mentally and morally and for helping us aspire to bigger and better things. As these twelve years of learning now end, our classmates will go in different directions. Some will go to college, and some will approach the business world, while others will enter the holy state of matrimony. As we go our several ways into the future, we shall take with us cherished memories of happy days and lasting friendships. JEAN BELTON, Historian. SONNET TO THE CLOCK Oh, Clock, that stands upon the mantel shelf, How many souls have sought eternity, While you sat ticking softly to yourself, Concerned no whit about their destiny! You’ve sat unmoved throughout unnumbered years : And nothing felt but the endlessness of time. The laughter of men, their sorrows, and need- less fears Have never delayed the striking of one chime. The years recorded by your time-aged face Have held full measure of happiness and pain; But you remain a stoic, without a trace Of any memories you might retain. If only you to speech, I might compel, Oh, what a wondrous story you could tell! Nancy Petree LASIO WILE AND: TES TAMENG We, the 1950 Senior Class of Old Town High School, being—despite opinion to the contrary—of sound mind, do here- with will and bequeath our most characteristic and prized possessions to such underclassmen and other persons as we deem most able to profit by our bequests. ARTICLE 1. SECTION 1. We leave Mr. McNew and to the faculty our deep gratitude, our sincere admiration, and our lasting affection. These gifts which we bestow from those sections of our hearts and minds which are never touched by the levity that appears to govern all our ways. SECTION 2. To the juniors we leave that dark and musty robe called “Senior Dignity.’ We have seldom worn it, so a good brushing should make it immediately unable. To the sophomores we leave our extra book reports. To the freshmen we leave the fun we have had in growing up, as well as the attendant miseries called “growing pains.” ARTIGEE 2: SEcTION 1. Individual bequests: 1. Porter Allen wills his tactful way with the women to Guy Carswell. 2. Jean Belton and Helen Atwood leave their sore throats and stiff joints to Betty Pfaff and Faye Wolff. (Of course, Betty and Faye, you'll have some of your own if you go out for cheerleading next year!) To Jane Chadwick, Betty Lou Cline wills her slightly used plans for a bungalow over Lewisville way. Peggy Conrad wishes to leave her interest in the basketball team to Barbara Blakely. (Carry on, Barbara!) Charles Fearrington wills his winning smile to Betty Robertson. (Itll take you places, Betty.) “Shakey” Fox leaves his acting ability to Gene Doub. Broadway is really going to be crowded in later years. To Dicie Jones, Jane Fulk leaves her ability to keep the situation well in hand when the Marines arrive. Connie Hancock and Ruby Jean Shore will their tricky defense—you know, the new one they haven’t used yet—— to the girls’ basketball teams’of the future. 9. Richard Hauser wills his wit to Kyle Fulk. (Jus: say anything, Kyle, theyll laugh everytime.) 10. Mary Jane Hines leaves the rain checks of all her opera tickets to Peggy Sue Riddle. 11. Anna Hudgins wishes to leave her well groomed looks to Eleanor Butner. 12. Mary Lou Blevins leaves her startling, blue eyes to Phyllis Hemrick. (Just roll them with care, Phyllis.) 13. C. T. Long wills his innocent appearance and his wolf whistle to Reggie Luper. 14. Jean Seagraves leaves her willowy figure to Jean Jefferson. 15. Wilma Deal wills her knee guards to Dotty Phillips. (They should serve to make Dotty a complete succes on the team next year.) 16. Hunter James leaves his red hair to Carolyn Yow. (The price of peroxide should fall!) 17. Nancy Petree wills her executive ability to Ryland Vaughan. 18. Thurmond Lakey wills to Bobby Young, the ah’s and uh’s that were so useful when Thurmond couldn’t remember all his poetry. 19. Ben Shore leaves a stack of all his extra book reports to Max Butner in memory of the day Ben was going to make a book’ report on one of Zane Gray’s books and found Mrs. Newman of a different mind. 20. “Friz” Lawson leaves her curls to Jerry Livengood. (That should save you a lot of time, Jerry.) 21. Georgie Swink leaves her lovely voice to the mocking bird which has become a permanent fixture just outside the office window. 22. Jean Jennings wills Ned Conrad to Billie Russell. 23. Buddy Belton leaves his cure-all vitamin pills to the future seniors. (If those pills effect other grades the way they did Buddy’s, I recommend strychnine instead.) We, the Seniors of Old Town High School, in the year of our Lord 1950, do declare the articles as given above to be our last will and testament, and hereunto affix our our sign and seal, this twenty-second day of May, nineteen hundred and fifty. JOAN WOOD, Testator. Witnesses: The Wild Goose znd the Chattanoga Shoe Shine Boy. ISLE OF DREAMS As night and sleep posses my world, I dritt in dreams to a fairy isle, A land of make-believe. There fairies dance by night and day, Immortals, they, born just for joy. And there a lake lies blue and’ bright With pink-tipped lilies growing. They dance and sway with every breeze, And now and then they bend To kiss the imaged face that lies Upon the limpid lake serene. Then, as the sun climbs up the sky, I leave the golden isle, And with reluctant feet that fain would stray I tread the homeward path That leads me back again To where reality waits, Stark and grim. Jean Belton. NIGHT After the flaming sun has gone to rest, After grey dusk has claimed the tired earth, Gentle night comes softly. Like a mother who wraps her little one against the chill wind, She spreads her dark cloak, Her spangled, black velvet cloak, Then pushes the new moon— The little, silver, crescent moon—from be hind a lazy cloud To wake the stars, that shine three times— First in the sky, Then in my heart, And again in the river’s darkness. India Penland. NIGHT WIND At night, the wind, a swift bird flies Across the blackened sky, And shrilly as wild geese in flight He screams a mournful cry. He hurries up the smooth, dark sky Where white cloud-children play, And flings their castles of turrets and towers Far up on the Milky Way. He whistles a bar from the “Emperor‘s Waltz,” And the leaves, deceived by the sound, Desert their safe place for his fickle embrace, And he drops them to die on the ground. Then, tiring of play, he wearily wails About the grave stones white, And shares the vigil they keep above The Dead and the dead of night. Then, on over earth, mist-shrouded and dreaming, The wind-bird, wraith-like, flies, To waken the dawn by the East imprisoned, Ere weary and spent, he dies. Nancy Petree. PROPIREGY Crystal ball gazing is but definitely out of my ken. If I were a seer or a prophet of yore, it would have been easy for me to foretell the shrouded future. However, since I am neither, I wracked my brain in vain for ideas. At last, when Mrs, Newman asked about the prophecy, my peace of mind was completely shattered. Prophesy I must, and prophesy I would. Down I sat, fully equipped with pad, pencil, and a dish of dill pickles—they would keep me awake at least. One fire burned my spirit; one resolve was imprinted an my mind. One hour, one pad of paper, and five pickles later I had accom- plished nothing. My pad was covered with curious doodlings—a contribution to modern art perhaps, but not to modern literature! Already I was drowsy, and I was getting nowhere fast. I might as well go to bed, I thought, ripping the pages from the pad. One drawing however, attracted my attention. It was curious, but vaguely familiar. Later in bed that design stuck in my mind. Suddenly I saw a cloud of vapor arising from the floor, and from this vapor appeared a genie of vaguely familiar appearance. Then I realized why he seemed familiar, he strangely resembled the curious design of my doodling. Bowing low, he spoke in the stilted phraseology of a forgotten day. “If my lady be pleased to eccompany her unworthy servant, he will open for her the door which is now closed.” Practically overcome by all this, I agreed as if in a trance. Suddenly, I felt myself engulfed in a cloud of a vapor. When the vapor cleared, I found myself before a hotel in New York City. Silently I followed the genie up the marble steps leadinz; to the entrance of the Hotel. Suddenly I stopped as before my eyes appeared two of my classmates, clad in uniforms. Yes, Connie Hancock and Helen Atwood had realized the ambi- tion of their high school days—they were full fledged members of the Waves. As we entered the lobby I read these amazing words over an office door, Jean Belton, Public Stenographer. As I peeped in the office J saw my old friends Peggy Conrad and Herman Shamel.. Imagine my surprise when I heard Jean refer to them as Duke’s new head basketball coach and his wife. They were in New York for Duke’s big game at Madison Square Garden. I wanted to talk, but the genie reminded me that we wee invisible. We left the hotel and proceeded to Radio City, still caled that although radio had been completely replaced by tele- vision. From listening to the guide’s explanation I learned that the Metropolitan Opera Company’s famous soprano, Georgie Swink, accompanied by the renowned pianist, Mary Jane Hines, was about to sing for a weekly program which was now in prozress in Studio A. In Studio B those well known actors Richard Fox and Mary Lou Blevins were rehearsing for their performance of “The Barretts of Wimpole Street.” In another Studio the star of the New York Knickerbockers was makin3 a guest appearance on a sports program. Who should this prove to be but my handsome classmate, Eugene Snyder. Stopping before a billboard I read that at CBS, America’s favorite comedian, Richard Hauser, had replaced the Jack Benny show with his own program. Well, Richard was our class wit. The genie nodded, and I found myself in a huge building filled with the clatter of typewriters. There the New York Times’ newly appointed sports editor, Hunter Lee James, was interviewing the Green Bay Packers’ star right-end, Charles Fearrington. Across the hall in the editor’s office Joan Wood was busily writing editorials. Then I found myself in the business district of New York, in front of Sears and Roebuck and Company. A large sign proclaimed that A. G. Logan was president. Well, A. G. always was good at business. Across the street I saw Imogene Jennings rearranging the show windows of her large establishment. It had become the smart thing to have your house decorated by Imogene, widely acclaimed interior decorator. In her pent house apartment I found Anna Hudgins entertaining at a very ritzy party. Anna was celebrating the recent announcement of her being chosen one of the best dressed women of the world. From one glance at her ensemble I could understand why. Again the genie and I were swept away. This time to the Copacabana night club. Who should appear but Bob Cars- well clad in a tuxedo. Bob looked so dignified that for a minute I thought he was the head waiter instead of the owner. Seated at one of the tables were Frances Sharp, Joan Long, Dorothy Norman, and Jean Seagraves. They were on vacation from their office jobs back in Winston-Salem. Out in front Peggy Longbottom was checking hats. I remember that she received her experience at the Forsyth Theatre back home. I was beginning to wonder if the whole Old Town class of 1950 had moved to New York when suddenly I felt myself sped to Toledo to the brilliantly lighted ball park. Who should be on the field but K. W. Pfaff, shortstop, and C. T. Long, catcher, and to top it all their club was winning. As swiftly as we had come we were whizzed away. We landed in Reno, Nevada. No, none of my classmates were get- ting divorces, but one of them, Bill McDaniels was operatiny his own casino. Everyone seemed to be having a wonderful time and Bill, the best of all. As I marveled at the complexity of it all I was swept away to Texas where the Governor was entertaining the senior Senator. The host was Buddy Belton, his guest, Ben Shore. Who would have thought they would have come to this. In Miami in front of a large building I saw a small sign, quiet and elegant. It read: Porter Allen and Thurmond Lakey, Morticians. Then I found myself on Miami Beach where I saw a handsome man accompanying an attractive young woman, yes. Rover Vogler and his wife! The world’s champion billiard plaver had made his fortune and retired to Florida. I was drawn from my amazement by a terrific roar overhead. I looked up and saw Bill Flynt waving from the window of his jet plane. Well, I guess from school bus number 33 to jet planes wasn’t such a step for Bill after all, judging by the way he used to Crive. In one of those lush night clubs that border the beach I found Mary Dull selling cigarettes. The genie nodded again and we were whisked in a cloud of vapor to the Pacific Coast where I saw Joan Beroth drowsing in the sun. Her lunch room business must have been successful! In a nearby gym crowded with wide-eyed pupils I saw Barbara Doub giving swimming lessons. Who wouldn’t be eager to receive instructions from the Olympic Champion? Jn the same gym I saw All-Americans Wilma Deal and Ruby Jean Shore on the basketball court, passing the ball as smoothly as they used to at Old Town. We left California and were swiftly sped to the nation’s capital, ritht in the middle of the White House. There was Nancy Petree, the first woman president, busily vetoing bills sent in by Congress. I was growing tired and no spot I had seen seemed so beautiful or desirable to me as the green hills of home to which the genie and I were returning. Swiftly I sped past identical white cottages overlooking a rolling farm, I knew at a glance that was Betty Lou Cline and India Penland hanging out clothes on identical lines in identical back yards! And there close by stood the small white church where Jane Fulk and her preacher husband served a devoted congre- gation. I saw Jane standing on the church steps looking younver znd prettier than ever. Her husband stood in the arched doorway, but unfortunately his back was turned and I could not see his face. How I wish I could have iden- tified him! A loud bang returned me suddenly to earth and reality. Could I have been dreaming? Wow, what a supercharged, atomic dill pickle that was I ate last night! “FRIZ” LAWSON, Prophet. MOON MAGIC She rambled on in friendly wise, “We're having lovely weather, And if you look beneath that tree You'll find a red bird’s feather.” When everything was dark and still I slipped outside last night To see how sweet my flowers bloomed By the new moon’s light. I thought I heard, as I turned away, A pleasant-sounding chuckle, And there a cricket sat and laughed Upon the honeysuckle. Beside the brook there nestled sweet, A wee, pink lady-slipper And down upon it spilled the dew From Heaven’s lovely Dipper. Since moonlight and magic are fickle and fleeting, And stardust and perfume are rare, I gathered everything I saw, Yet left it growing there. A marigold then called to me And whispered in my ear, “Be very careful where you tread, A baby bird sleeps near.” Jean Belton. FAITH Palely Shine the stars Through the springtime gloaming, But bright and clear they pierce the winter’s Darkness. Hunter Lee James: SUNSET The sun, A dying ember On Heaven’s majestic hearth, Burns the day, slowly and sadly, To ashes. Buddy Belton. THE GASESOPAT HE. Light Vee POU LER “Be careful in going over the things in the chest Gramp left you. Some of them might be valu- able. You never know.” These words from the letter my brother Jack had written me, stuck in my mind as I sat there in front of the old walnut chest. This chest had stood in my room during the ten years I had lived with my grandfather, and at his death it had been sent to me by the aunt who had inherited the rest of his property. In it, she had left the things which had been stored there. It was of these things that my brother spoke. I had to inspect the miscellaneous assortment hurriedly, because Jack would arrive within an hour. He could stay only a short time, so I could show him only the things which appeared to me to be valuable. As I unpacked the chest, my only thought was that, perhaps, from the sale of these things I could get the additional five hundred dollars I needed for my long-awaited ardently-desired trip to Europe. First, I took from the chest, a bundle of letters, yellow with age and tied with a faded lavender ribbon. I hadn’t time to read the letters but the stamps looked valuable. Perhaps Jack would be in- terested in these, so I put them aside to be saved. Next, I pulled out some handwoven woolen and linen coverlets. They might be worth keeping, so I put them with the letters. In a box among these coverlets, I found some odd pieces of jewelry. I didn’t know whether they were valuable or not, but I added them, anyway, to the pile of letters and coverlets. Then, at the bottom of the chest was a collection of small hand-carved figures. I knew they were worthless. My great-grandfather had been a ceaseless whittler and his carvings had littered my grand- father’s house. I had come to, hate them during the years I had been obliged to dust them. I don’t know why they were sent to me, except, that my aunt wanted, perhaps, to get rid of them. At ran- dom, I selected one, — a pointer, artfully carved with clear-cut lines, almost lifelike, and not more than three inches, in height, The other figures were as tiny and as well carved. In all there must have been about twenty-five or thirty of them, all over a hundred years old. I put the pointer aside as a keepsake. Then gathering up the rest of the figures, I carried them to the open fireplace in the den and threw them on the blazing fire.. The old wood kindled easily, and soon the figures. were completely burned. As I was returning from. the den, I heard the dcorbell ring. I opened the door and found Jack, busily brushing the light snow from his hat and coa t. After embracing me warmly, he asked about the chest and its contents. Taking his hand, I led him up the steps to my room. “T’ve just finished sorting the things,” I said. “I don’t know whether they are valuable or not, but there are some handwoven coverlets and some jewelry, besides some old letters with. stamps that might be valuable.” As he knelt on the floor looking at the things I had selected, I stood by waiting eagerly. At last he shook his head and said, “I don’t know, Sis. It doesn’t look too good. The coverlets are handwoven, but not in a very elaborate pattern. The jewelry is cheap. As for the stamps on the letters — they are old, but not very rare. I'd say everything in the chest would be worth not more than a hundred dollars.” Then he picked up the miniature I had kept as a remembrance. “It’s too bad you don’t have any more of these,” he said. “I bet Gramp would be surprised to know antique dealers are paying twenty- five dollars and more for pieces like this!” Ln a PROBLEM, DAUGHTER My mother says I cannot go Out with the gang to see the show. Somehow I think she’s strict with me, But she says, “Just you wait and see!” “Some day you'll have a daughter, too, Who'll be a problem then to you, Who'll want to waste her precious days Instead of learning lady-ways.” Then I say, “But I’m getting old, Fifteen years [ve lived all told; Scon for me will youth be fled Motker sighs and shakes her head. 33 ! I guess there’s really nothing new In mine and Mother’s points of view. Two roads run north and never meet; Two roads for mother-daughter feet. Jane Fulk. MODERN MISS Fair Romeo and Juliet, No truer loves have ever met; They weren’t like young folk of today Who never fool their time away As such a very simple thing As having one beau on the string. Instead of one, three swains or more A pretty girl finds at her door. My ma an’ pa thought it was right To fall in love at very first sight, But ere I land what grabs my hook, I plan to take a second look. While I am young I want my fling, With dates and clothes and everything. I want to pluck flowers and dance with the wind, And dream that such joys can never end. I have no wish to settle down; The thought of marriage makes me frown. Since wedded life is not all roses, Pll wait, at least, till a man proposes. Mary Lou Blevins. INTROVERT Oh, why must I always dissemble Why must I shiver, shake, and tremble If I my “self” could just unbind I’m sure I'd find Within my mind An egotistical “me” confined. A ‘me’ that leads me on a trail, Up a mountain, down a yale, That makes me blush when I’d grow pale, Then makes me too blue, And too glad, too, A “me” I simply can’t subdue. If my own faults I did not cherish, If I could only let them- perish, I’m sure at last I'd get my wish, Subdue this “T’ Whom I decry, And the raucous rascal, ‘‘me,”’ deny. Pat Dockery. TRANSITION Par out On old blue ocean A pirate ship at sea By raging storm and blowing wind Is doomed. And soon The ship will lie Upon the ocean floor It’s gold, it’s men will be henceforth —Fish food. Herman Shamel. WATCH THE BIR DIE At school there is much posing for pictures at this season when the yearbook is just beginning to get under way. It is always exciting to see the days roll around when photographs are to be made. This year the boys roamed the halls looking surprisingly human in unaccustomed suits and ties — this was only for that one day, you understand. Every girl wanted to be sure each hair was in place. Do you know the correct way to sit? Do you know just how you are going to smile? Oh, it was really fun, but, of course, you never know how you posed for a picture until you see it. Then today the proofs came back, and everybody wanted to know immediately what had hap- pened, and why did they look so terrible. It is natural that we should want the pictures to flatter us. You hardly ever see one that does. Excitedly I grabbed my proof and hurried away to enjoy it in private. Our photographer had said on good authority, and I quote, ‘Cameras don’t lie,” but somehow I’m not sure, because I know I don’t look like that proof. Back out. of my memory I dragged the episode of taking my picture. It went like this — | | “Sit up straight,” said th e photographer, and I did. ‘Look natural,’ he said, and I did. At least I slumped, which was natural. “Look pleasant, but don’t smile,” he said, and I complied. It was easy — I just thought about the date I didn’t have for Saturday night. ‘‘Smile,” said Mr. T., and, if I am to believe the proof, I obliged with the silliest, most self-conscious, most vacuous, most genuinely idiotic smirk that ever con- torted the face of man or beast. Again I consulted my proof — my hair I had brushed, curled, and generally groomed to its very best possible appearance, but here it lay against my hollow cheek with a limp, dispirited, wholly dis- couraged air. I said, “hollow” cheek. Only one was hollow — the other bore mute testimony to my thrift which would not allow me throw out an almost new wad of bubble gum. I called my best friend, and swearing her to secrecy, I showed my proof. Waiting for her words of horror and sympathy, I was amazed to hear her exclaim, “Oh, it’s so much better than mine! Aren’t you thrilled? Why, it’s exactly like you!” Jean Belton. THEE COW DOYS. LIFE The bawl of a steer, His eyes are bright, To a cowboy’s ear, And his heart as light Is music of sweetest strain. As the smoke of his cigarette; And the yelping notes There’s never a care Of the gray coyotes For his soul to bear, To him are a glad refrain. Nor trouble to make him fret. To the lilt of a song The rapid beat He gallops along Of his horse’s feet And he things of a little gal On the dirt as he speeds along; With long black hair Keeps living time Who is waiting there To the jolly rhyme By the bars of the home corral. Of his rollicking cowboy song. For a kingly crown Saddle up, boys, In a noisy town For the work is play, His saddle he wouldn’t exchange; When love’s in the cowboy’s eyes — “Oh, a life that’s free And his heart’s as light Is the life for me,” As the clouds of white He sings to the rolling range. That swim in the summer skies. Mary Lou Blevins. Note: All poems and other literary work used in “Ye Olde Towne Crier” were prepared as regular assignments in Mrs. Newman’s English classes and were selected by her for this yearbook. For your superlative qualities the world is yours for the asking.” BEST ALL-AROUND MOST ATHLETIC Peggy Conrad; Bill Flynt Herman Shamel; Wilma Deal fo) SS MOST WIN TELEEGLUAL Nancy Petree; Buddy Belton BEST LOOKING BEST DRESSED India Penland; Eugene Snyder Anna Hudgins; Porter Allen WITTIEST MOSTSEIKEL Yea lO.SUCCEED Jean Belton; Richard Hauser Peggy Conrad; Eugene Snyder MOST POPULAR Thurmond Lakey; Jane Fulk MOST TALENTED MOST ORIGINAL Buddy Belton; Mary Jane Hines Richard Fox; Joan Wood a ehar Sant | ay u Norah ye ee he Dae sh ys . . ao Gat Benn: © : . TRE! Ae Bega cloacae Qad ot - oe Senior caps and gowns, if you ae sir. JUNIOR OFFICERS ° Left to right: Hubert Cartner, Vice-president; Mary Ausband, Treasurer; Peggy Riddle, Secretary; Jean Oehman, President. First Row: Mary Ausband, Bill Barco. eal W. Beroth, Smith Beroth, Vernice Beroth. Second Row: Grace Blackburn, Nell Blakeley, Max Butner, Hubert Cartner, Hugh Coltrane. Third Row: Sarah Coltrane, Ned Conrad, Douglas Carter, Carl Dickerson, Dorothy Fearrington. Fourth Row: Phyllis Hemric k, Bryan Hill, Jeanne Jefferson, Dicie Jones, Roy Jones. First Row: Jerry Livengood, Mitzie Loflin, K. W. Long, Delores Longbottom, Reggie Luper. Second Row: Libby Marshall, Gladys Michael, Jean Oehman, Jimmy Pinnix, Nancy Pitzer. Third Row: Peggy Riddle, Billie Russell, Evelyn Shamel, Hubert Sharpe, Betty Snyder. Mee ote Fourth Row: Leonard Snyder, Jeannette Summerlin, Betty Thomas, Ryland Vaughan, Louise Whitman. p i —_ fe 7 E 5 — ge xed ‘ ° J Z . EIGHTH GRADE First Row: Miss Scott, Buddy Conrad, Nancy Conrad, Pat Ross, Wayne Buie, Barbara Caudle, Ann Bailey, Jessie Lee Vernon, Lois Murphy, Buddy Daniels. Second Row: Rebecca Sapp, Carolyn Allen, Roger Arrington, Richard Adams, Rich- ard Yarbrough, Kenneth Casey, Herman Beeson, Martha Ann Boose, Yvonne Lakey, Tommy Blakley. Third Row: Caro- lyn Riddle, Andy Oberhofer, Donald Patterson, Edward Fox, Richard Dilworth, Sanford Cartwright, Mathew Styers, Mar- tha Ruth Boose, Cecile Deal, Gale Halcomb. First Row: Mrs. Badgett, Kay Long, Peggy Grubbs, Gail Redding, Loretta Disher, Joy White, Peggy Tesh, Shirley Holt. Second Row: Melvin Hunter, Larry Mink, Don Hemrick, Rubert Bowen, Mack Lackey, Roger Scott, Louis Wal- lace, Bill Sheek, Peyton Foster, Gayle Cliffton, Charlotte Doub, Arnold Myers, Sylvia Norman, John Lee Conrad, Jimmy Norman, Jimmie Reich, Carol Ferguson, Clay Swaim, Eddie Tuttle, Martha Davis. A big bag of jelly beans, please, and some lollipops and balloons. SOPHOMORE CLASS Mickey Adams, Bobby Allen, Annette Barber, Juanita Beroth, Barbara Blakley, Bobby Brewer, Grady Clifton, Amos Conrad, Gene Doub, Peggy Doub, Joann Dull, David Fox, Kyle Fulk, Jackie Graham, Jack Medlin, Lorena Needham, Ann Nicholson, EddieNicholson, Ellen Nixon, Jane Norman, Betty Pfaff, Dotty Phillips, Elizabeth Qualls, Virginia Ritchie, Betty Robertson, Charlie Sapp, Larry Sharp, Pat Shermer, Vallie Shore, Eleanor Sigmon, Don Whelan, Faye Wolff, Anne Wooters, Evelyn Yarber, Carolyne Yow. RESURRECTION The sun is a friend Well-loved, Whose face makes glad Our morning. On leaving sleep for the toil Of day, We rejoice if his face Is smiling. If fog or cloud obscure His light, Our hearts grow sad And dreary, And stumbling lag The hours. When golden moments, Bright pennies, Spill from the day’s Full basket, The sun goes down In majesty. It passes as goes a dear one From earth, But leaves us not utterly Desolate, For darkness lasts only A night, And the faithful heart, Fears not But eastward looks where breaks The day. Hugh Coltrane. EVENING God takes His brush, when day is done And paints the sunset sky, “All well, be still,’ He says to earth, As the last bright embers die. And so for me when day is done, And twilight greys the west, Pll hear again, “All’s well, be still,” And gladly sink to rest. Sarah Coltrane. CLOUDS Have you ever watched clouds go rolling by Like an ocean of white caps up in the sky? They move like the waves in the open sea Possessing no worries and wholly carefree. Like the waves that move with the moving tide They are blown by the wind and tossed far and wide. Bill Barton. CELESTIAL HUNTER When on a winter’s night up in the sky I see the stars adorning heaven’s floor, Their: faces are the faces of friends I love, And their names sing in my ears like chords from a full- voiced organ. Far to the south shines great Orion, The brave and mighty One; Three stars are in his belt — how wonderful To wear a belt of living stars!— And a sword hangs by his side. Great Orion and I] have one thing in common — We both have a faithful dog. What do they hunt in the forests of heaven? What celestial rabbits does Sirius, the Dog Star, Pursue down the devious lanes of the Milky Way? Does he bring them still warm To his Master’s feet, The way my Scottie brings love offerings To me? Peggy Sue Riddle. THE STORM It thrilled me to lie awake last night And hark to the storm’s wild weeping It raged and tore at slumber’s door And roused me from my sleeping. The lightning cascaded with crackling flame Unlashed; untamed, defiant, And the thunder rolled with helpless rage, A bound and tortured giant. On a sullen cloud in the midnight sky While winds of discord played The storm was born of heat and cold Above a world dismayed. And I awoke from dreamless sleep To watch exultingly And know that the storm was brother twin-born With the storm that raged in me. Ryland Vaughn. “4 J [— FRESHMAN CLASS Peggy Bovender, Max Briggs, Barbara Branson, Billy Buie, Eleanor Butner, Guy Carswell, Garland Cartner, Jane Chadwick, Shirley Comer, Hazel Doub, Peggy Dymott, Clyde Fine, Betty Ann Flynt, Jo Ann Fowler, Dan Goldner, Dean Gough, Virginia Haigwood, Vernon Hunter, David Jenkins, Gwinn Knott, Harry Linebach, Jimmie Logan, Charles Posey, Donald Redding, Peggy Ritchie, Frances Ronk, Sue Shermer, Iris Shore, R. F. Shouse, Bobby Turner, Margaret Vaughan, Melvin Walker, Betty Wicker, Barbara Yates, Carolyn Young. First Row: Betty Winfrey, Maxine Wishon, Bobby Young. THE STREAM Out of a cleft, grey rock I spring, Near the crest of a motherly hill, And like a small child I babble and sing, And re stlessly tumble and spill. Strength I gain as I go on my way, From many a brook just like me; And I travel on by night and day, Forever in search of the sea. I leap thru hills like an elfish sprite; I twist, and race, and turn; I plunge over cliffs of dizzying height, And build a safe home for a fern. Quietly through the lowlands still, I slip, and glide, and roll To turn the wheel of the old, red mill, And rest at the swimming hole. The city near me glows and gleams With lights in luminous shower That flowed from out a wise man’s dreams, Dreams that harnessed my power. I flow forever, nor ask to rest, Secure in my destiny; In bridal veil of white mist dressed I hurry to meet the sea. Hubert Cartner. “We require a goal, sir, and a large measure of leadership and unity.” sf STUDENT GOVERNMENT fr { ae V Seated: Hubert Cartner, Ginger Ritchie, Ryland Vaughan, Mr. Shore, Adviser; Hugh Coltrane, Pres- _’.� ’ adent; Margaret Waughan, Secretary; Nancy Petree, Jane Fulk, Garland Cartner. Standing: Peggy ¢ ‘Sue Riddle, Joanne Dull, Don Whelan, Shirley Comer, Charles Posey, Loraine Needham. — QUILL AND SCROLL On March 30, 1950, the Walkertown chapter of the Quill and Scroll came to Old Town School to organize a new chapter of this international honorary society for high school journalists. Students from the Old Town junior and senior classes were tapped for membership and initiated on this occasion. These new members are: Mary Ausband, Phyllis Hemrick, Jean Oehman, Ryland Vaughan, Hugh Col- trane, Hubert Cartner, Peggy Conrad, Patricia Dockery, Jimmy Pinnix, Jane Fulk, Mary Jane Hines, Nancy Petree, Jean Jennings, Mary Lou Blevins, and Peggy Sue Riddle. The faculty adviser is Mrs. Louise Newman. OED TOWN TATTLER STAFF Left to Right: Mary Ausband, Business Manager; Jimmy Pinnix, Editor-in-Chief; Mitzie Loflin, Ex- change Editor; K. W. Long, Sports Editor; Phyllis Hemrick, Managing Editor; Guy Carswell, Circu- Jation Manager; Eleanor Butner, Make-up Editor. JOURNALISM CLUB Left to Right, Seated: Billie Russell, Jeanne Jefferson, Mary Ausband, Betty Snyder, Phyllis Hem- rick, Grace Blackburn, Eleanor Butner, Ann Nicholson, Mitzie Loflin, Delores Longbottom, Hazel Doub, Peggy Dymott, Peggy Bovender. Standing: K. W. Long, Carl Dickerson, Jimmy Pinnix, Reggie Luper, Ned Conrad, A. W. Beroth, Guy Carswell, Vernice Beroth, Dan Goldner. GLEE CLUB First Row: Peggy Bovender, Barbara Branson, Joan Wood, Jean Oehman, India Penland, Phyllis Hemrick, Betty Lou Cline, Joane Fowler, TommyAnne Blakley, Ann Bailey, Joanne Dull, Carolyn Riddle, Miss Hales, Director. Second Row: Peggy Grubbs, Faye Wolff, Dicie Jones, Charlotte Doub, Peggy Riddle, Cecile Deal, Gayle Clifton, Jeanne Jefferson, Kay Long. Third Row: Gayle Redding, Shirley Holt, Peggy Tesh, Grace Blackburn, Nancy Petree, Ann Nicholson, Iris Shore, Carol Ferguson, Peggy Dymott, Jane Chadwick, Patsy Foster, Carolyn Allen, Jeanette Summerlin. LIBRARY STAFF Left to Right: Betty Robertson, Ann Nicholson, Phyllis Hemrick, Mary Ausband, Eleanor Butner, Nancy Petree, Betty Mae Lawson. ‘afl CHEERLEADERS Left to Right: India Penland, Joan Wood, Betty Robertson, Betty Mae Lawson, Chief; Faye Wolff, Jean Belton, Helen Atwood. MAJORETTES Kneeling: Becky Scott, Mascot; Left to Right: Ginger Ritchie, Hazel Doub, Billie Russell, Betty Snyder, Delores Longbottom, Chief; Evelyn Shamel. SENIOR BLA Y “JUNIOR MISS” By Jerome Chodorov and Joseph Fields Cast: Harry Graves, Ben Shore; Joe, Thurmond Lakey; Grace Graves, Betty Lou Cline; Hilda, Jean Jennings; Lois Graves, Mary Lou Blevins; Judy Graves, Nancy Petree; Fuffy Adams, Jean Bel- ton; J. B. Curtis, Hunter Lee James; Ellen Curtis, Peggy Conrad; Willis Reynolds, Richard Fox; Bar- low Adams, Buddy Belton; Western Union Boy, Thurmond Lakey; Merrill Feurbach, Herman Shamel; Sterling Brown, C. T. Long; Albert Kunody, K. W. Pfaff; Tommy Arbuckle, A. G. Logan; Haskell Cummings, Porter Allen; Director, Louise W. Newman; Assistant Director, Jane Fulk; Production Manager, Mary Jane Hines. SY EPORDESTOWNE? GRIER@S VAEF Left to Right: Ben Shore, Assistant Business Manager; Joan Wood, Special Features Editor; Nancy Petree, Editor-in-Chief; Peggy Conrad, Business Manager; A. G. Logan, Advertising Manager; Mary Jane Hines, Art Editor; Absent from picture, Herman Shamel, Sports Editor. BIBLE CLUB Left to Right, First Row: Elizabeth Qualls, Ann Wooters, Pat Shermer, Betty Winfrey, Ginger Ritchie, Evelyn Shamel, Jane Chadwick, Dicie Jones. Second Row: Nell Blakley, Eleanor Sigman, Betty Thomas, Evelyn Yarber, Vallie Shore, Annette Barber, Dot Fearrington, Jeanette Summerlin, Nancy Pitzer, Sarah Coltrane. Third Row: Ellen Nixon, Dotty Philips, Joanne Dull, Carolyn Yow, Loraine Needham, Mary Ausband. Standing: Miss Kennedy. ELEMENTARY BAND 15 Jas aN Left to Right: Virginia Haigwood, Sue Sherman, Barbara Branson, Frances Ronk, Betty Wicker. “A sword if you please, sir, of tempered steel, and a crown for the VICLOT = VALEDICTORIAN SALUTATORIAN Nancy Petree Jane Fulk 4. . we A yc } MARSHALS Left to right: Ryland Vaughan, Nell Blakley, Sarah Coltrane, Peggy Sue Riddle, Chief; Phyllis Hem- rick, Betty Winfrey, Hugh Coltrane. a hea ee A, ity OV Lt JeetL COMMERCIAL AWARD Betty Lou Cline CIVITAN AWARD Nancy Petree WINNER OF COUNTY SOIL CONSERVATION AWARD Hubert Cartner VESPER SPEAKERS Left to Right: Porter Allen, Joan Wood, Edward Belton, Mary Lou Blevins, Richard Fox. GUASSSD Pa OERIGERS Left to Right: Joan Wood, Testator; Betty Mae Lawson, Prophet; Jean Belton, Historian. MR. AND MISS OLD TOWN HIGH Bobby Young, Ruby Jean Shore “The goal is high and the way is hard; give us something tough and strong that just won’t wear out.” anh n ye ed | SPORTS The sports calendar for the year 1949-50 began with football practices in September and ended with the final baseball games in May. First came football, with the team crippled by the loss of several of their players due to injuries received in the early part of the season. Next came basketball, our most beloved sport. Both teams did well under the expert coaching of Reid Williams, boys’ coach, and Elmo Shamel, girls’ coach. Two basketball players who brought special recognition to their school and team were Bobby Young and Herman Shamel. Both Young and Shamel were chosen for the Forsyth County All-Star Team, and Shamel was selected for the All-Tournament Team of the Journal and Sentinel Tournament. With spring came baseball. Under the coaching of Reid Williams the team had a fair season al- though it was handicapped by the loss of some of last years players. GIRLS’ BASKETBALL Kneeling: Joanne Long, Connie Hancock, Ruth Yates, Juanita Beroth, Dorothy Fearrington. Stand- ing: Mrs. Robert McClaren, Jane Norman, Betty Pfaff, Ruby Jean Shore, Wilma Deal, Evelyn Shamel, Dotty Lou Philips, Jean Oehman, Elmo Shamel, Coach. HUNTER) LEESJAMES Absent from basketball picture due to injuries. BOYS’ BASKETBALL TEAM Left to Right: Eugene Snyder, Hubert Cartner, Basil Long, A. W. Beroth, Bobby Young, Herman Shamel, Bill Flynt, Smith Beroth, Charlie Sapp, Dan Goldner. unre FOOTBALL TEAM Kneeling, Left to Right: Bryan Hill, Don Whelan, Kyle Fulk, Hubert Sharpe, Manager, Dan Gold- ner, Grady Clifton, Jimmie Pinnix, David Jenkins, Don Redding. Standing: Bill Barton, Charlie Sapp, C. T. Long, Smith Beroth, Herman Shamel, Basil Long, Charles Fearrington, Hunter James, Eugene Snyder, Coach Reid Williams. BASEBALL TEAM Left to Right, Kneeling: Kyle Fulk, Melvin Hunter, K. W. Pfaff, David Jenkins, Gene Doub. Standing: Dan Goldner, Manager; Grady Clifton, Charlie Sapp, C. T. Long, Bob Carswell, Philip Sapp, Reid Williams, Coach. DREAM GIRL I dream of a girl I used to know And dear is the image that dwells in my mind Of her golden hair and her eyes of blue Of her gentle voice that was sweet and kind. Her laughter rang out like a golden bell But, ever its chiming was tender and low. Thru sunshine and tempest, thru gladness and tears, Ill hear it forever, wherever I go. Her road leads up, while mine goes down, And never again shall we meet, But still like the essence of rare perfume Her memory lives, lastingly sweet. Jerry Livengood. A YOUNG MAN'S FANCY I-wish I were a boy again When life was new as spring, When tears were spilled like April Hoes And sorrows left no sting. The girls then never bothered me, Of love I took no heed, But now. at seventeen, alas, I’m changed; ah, yes, indeed! 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GUO ieee ODW Css Phone 2-4426 — 2-4408 Winston-Salem, North Carolina White and 17th Streets Compliments of Compliments of Four Point Market Dixie Welding Works Compliments of Winston-Salem, North Carolina Southern Furniture Co. 12th and Liberty Streets Compliments of Winston-Salem, North Carolina Minor’s Barber Shop Complete Home Furniture Pasy «liecms Established 1927 Phone 2-2589 Electric Service Co. Graduates, In co-operation with Hunt's, Inc. Finish Your Commercial at Draughon’s FIXTURES — WIRING — SUPPLIES Wasiee ke “Gilts fou =all’ Occasions . Chinn on @haiae Draughon Business College Dial 2-3743 116 W. 4th St. Winston-Salem, North Carolina Winston-Salem, North Carolina L. M. Williams Wall Dry Cleaning | Self-Service Grocery Complete Dry Cleaning Services Phone 3-418] Rural Hall, North Carolina [2147 Reynolda Wort Large Parking Lot Winston-Salem, North Carolina Compliments of CAROLINA NARROW FABRIC COMPANY Winston-Salem, North Carolina Jeifords Bocock - Stroud Company Mutual Insurance Agency GENERAL INSURANCE 501 West Fourth Street Phone 3-8242 Winston-Salem, North Carolina 536% North Liberty Street Winston-Salem, North Carolina Compliments of Vick Paint Company hee B. Mick and We Vee baucom PAINTS AND WALLPAPER 219 West Fifth Street Winston-Salem, North Carolina OKs hkes CREDIT JEWELERS 437-439 North Liberty Street PELONE 22927 Winston-Salem, North Carolina William B. Pollard Phone 3-7091 HEAT EO evel 233 North Main ‘Street Winston-Salem,. North Carolina Sizzling Steaks —- Chops ——- Sea Food CURGe, MERC THE BANNERS Reynolda Road Just Outside the City Limits Northwest Route 421 Closed on Mondays Phone 3-5876 Mullis Appliance Company Yarbrough Transfer Co. Electrical Appliances — Repairs [rented Garaoes 104 Old Lexington Rd. Telephone 3-3118 Satisfaction is Our Aim Winston-Salem, North Carolina Local and Long Distance Hauling DAW AWE Fb! Winston-Salem, North Carolina Best in Fruits and Produce Compliments of Wii Vetnoneslroduce Go: Wholesale Distributor of Fresh Produce Stabler Pontiac Co. Fruits a Specialty 641 North Cherry Street Winston-Salem, North Carolina The Man Who Knows Wears National Clothes Compliments of Complete Line of Clothing and Men’s Furnishings J. K. Meyers IP Pheresice ann Tingeetmi ym ccee National Tailoring Co. 12 East 4th Street (Opp. Reynolds Building on 4th) PHONE 2-1892 WIOIGILIGUR Sele WK le) Funeral Directors — Ambulance Dependable for More than 92 Years Phone 6101 Winston-Salem, North Carolina WOOD'S GRILL North Cherry Street Exterior Auto Repair S) Sales Polo Road Private Dining Room Coe Inc. GURBSSERN.ICGE DESOTO — PLYMOUTH Flours. oO mtiial? O0e PAV 638 West 4th Street Steaks — Chicken — Sea Food — Sandwiches Phones7-037 1-92-0377 Night. 766 Open 7 Days Weekly Compliments of Simplex Time Recorder Co. The Smart Store 212 North Trade Street FOR BOYS AND YOUNG MEN Winston-Salem, North Carolina FRANK A. STITH 6@) (Master Clock Systems, Payroll Recorders, Watchman’s Clocks, etc.) Compliments of LAN STANLEY, Jeweler 5th Street Opp. Post Office EAUSERVGROGE Ka Feed, Seed and Groceries M. 6) Ab Finance Go: Fresh Meats Frozen Foods BOX 340 Polo Road between Reynolda Road and Cherry Street Winston-Salem, North Carolina PHONED 35) Route | Winston-Salem, North Carolina Conrad Bros. Agency Ge Gridoliewecler 325 Reynolds Bldg. : Guaranteed Watch Repairing Winston-Salem, North Carolina Next to Duke Power Company Telephone 6253 2 4 4 ALE LINES OF INSURANCE 305% North Main Street Dike = Accident eGroup Winston-Salem, North Carolina Fire —— Automobile —— Plate Glass And Many Other Lines Howard Conrad W. 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