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

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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.

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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.

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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.