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

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LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT We, the now departing 1951 senior class of Old Town High School, do herewith bequeath some of the rare possessions and foolish habits we have acquired through our four high school years. We sincerely hope that in the future the underclassmen and others concerned will prof- it by having access to these belongings and traits which we leave here as we pass on, gone, but, we hope, not forgotten. ARTICLE I SEcTION 1 To the faculty and to Mr. McNew we leave our deepest admiration and lasting affection. Although we have been irritating and many times have seemed unappreciative, we have. still looked to them as guiding lights to lead us to a better future. SECTION 2 To the juniors we leave our ability to recite many passages from Macbeth. May they un- derstand Shakespeare just as thoroughly as we did. To the sophomores we leave all our delapidated themes and book reports. Even though these works of art have been sold often for various prices, we feel assured they will still bring a profit- able sum. To the freshmen we leave stories of many broken hearts acquired in the process of growing up. We hope they will profit by our mistakes. ARTICLE II Section 1—Individual Bequests: 1—Mary Ausband leaves her love for the Carolina boys and her record, “Two Loves Have ieeto Ann Bailey. 2—Libby Marshall wills her loud, boisterous ways to Ann Nicholson, since Ann has always been the quiet type. 3—Bobby Young leaves to Charlie Sapp his ability to tell a pitiful tale to the teachers. I quote, “But this is my last year on the varsity, I’ve just gotta pass so I can play ball. 4—To Kyle Fulk, Smith Beroth wills his worn second year French book with all the answers. Smith puts a high sentimental value on this volume, so you must treasure it appropriately, Kyle. 5—A. W. Beroth wills his good looks and his abolity to keep a girl friend to William Col- trane, whose efforts thus far have been in vain. 6—To Gene Doub, Bill Barton reluctantly leaves his masculine physic. 7—Hank Hill wills his nickname, “Meanness,” to Mickey Adams. 8—Jimmie Pinnix leaves to Sanford Cartwright all the little girl friends who brought him apples while he was driving No. 9. 9—Jean Oehman wills her naturally blonde hair to Carolyn Young. This should save you the price of many a bottle of peroxide, Carolyn. 10—Dicie Jones leaves to the second year shorthand class of next year, all her love letters from Freddie to be read openly once a week to the class. 11—DotFearrington wills her undying love for a certain tall, handsome junior to Betty Pfaff. 12—Jeanne Jefferson wills her book of diets and exercises to Peggy Bovender. 13—Billie Russell wills her boy friends in North Wilkesboro, all two of them, to anyone in the market for a date. 14—Dolores Longbottom leaves her love for horses, especially “Eli” and “Nancy,” to Jack Medlin. 15—Hubert Cartner leaves his back seat on the activity bus to Don Hemrick. We hope you will have plenty of use for it next year, Don. 16—Hubert Sharpe wills his senior dignity to his little brother Larry, in the hope that Larry will live up to the standards Hubert is leaving behind. 17—Carl Dickerson leaves his many clothes, which have made him the “Hardcat” he is to- day, to Bobby Allen. 18—To Tommie Blakely, Phyllis Hemrick wills her sweet, innocent look which has already served its purpose. Maybe Tommie will have just as much luck with it as Phyllis had. 19—Betty Winfrey and Betty Thomas leave their beautiful friendship to Anne Wooters and Elizabeth Qualls. 20—Sarah Coltrane. who has finally decided to settle down, wills her ability to skip school without getting caught to Hazel Doub and Bobbie Yates. 22—Betty Snyder wills her motto, “Ever faithful, ever true,” to Faye Wolff. 23—Evelyn Shamel graciously wills her neatness of dress to Claudette Belton. In witness whereof, we, the senior class of 1951, approve these bequests and do this the first day of June in the year nineteen hundred and fifty-one, set our seal and hand to this document. . MITZIE LOFLIN, Testator Wirnesses: Della Estella Saphronia B; Hugo Archibald Helsabeck; Homer Hortense Tut, (Residents of our aquarium)

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HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF ’51 Little girls and little boys, some short and pudgy, some long and thin, blondes, brunettes, redheads, each dressed in the new clothes bought especially for the occasion, set out on the long, toilsome journey to the “land of Seniors”! As they grew in stature and knowledge, they met with many new and exciting experiences, some funny, and some not so funny. We were those young ones, the class of ‘51. As I reminisce, I remember first the characters we portrayed in the yearly operettas; six- . year-old bathing beauties, then fairies, snowdrops, elves, and flowers. Imagine what dainty flow- ers Bobby and Jerry made! Phyllis once played the part of a little girl—the one lost in snow- land. Then for the three years of our fifth, sixth, and seventh grades we put patches on our clothes, soot on our faces, and for a night were pickaninnies in the Old South. In our earlier years a “team,” the boy and girl who made the best grades, was sent to com- pete with teams from other schools. Always Carl Dickerson was the male member from our class. Alas, what changes has time wrought! Having sympathetic natures, we were ever ready to comfort a classmate. One day in the second grade Mary came to school with suspiciously red eyes. When we asked what was wrong, she said she had been spanked. Why? She didn’t want to wear the dress mother laid out that morning, so she applied scissors and made it fit material for rugs. By the time we reached Mrs. Murray’s class in the fifth grade we had grown to the age when to sit with members of the opposite sex was most embarrassing. Mrs. Murray knew it, for if we were naughty that’s just the punishment we got. Miss Mullican, a favorite with every class, taught us arithmetic, and I do mean taught. Evy- ery day we had a problem and we stayed with it until it was solved. Betty Snyder well remem- bers, don’t you Betty? As our high school days began, we acquired some new classmates from Vienna: Smith, A. W., Dot, Vernice; and in later years from other schools came Ryland, Max, Gladys, and Hubert Sharpe. Pioneers at heart, we presented a junior play, “A Pair of Country Kids,” the first in more years than I can remember. The cast included Jean, Ryland, Dicie, Bill, Jerry, Peggy Sue, Eve- lyn, and Hugh, with Mary and Max taking the leading roles. Another distinctive feature of our junior year was that several of our number had poems published in the High School Anthology—Bill, Jerry, and Sarah. Hugh’s poem received honor- able mention among the outstanding student writings in the state. Hubert Cartner won the Soil Conservation Contest. We worked hard for it and were well-pleased with the result of our labor in our Junior- Senior dinner dance at the Y. W. C. A. The theme of this affair was “Stairway to the Stars.” Now, as seniors, we bend our efforts in another direction—chicken pie suppers, magazine and card selling campaigns—all for our dearly beloved yearbook. With Hubert Cartner as class president and with Mrs. Newman as advisor, we have done far more than we ever dreamed pos- sible. For twelve years we have worked and played together, and now we part to travel our sep- arate roads to that which lies ahead. PEGGY SUE RIDDLE, Historian

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WERE I A GYPSY Were I a gypsy and you by my side, Wed wander through meadows, over hills far and wide, We'd need not a castle our shelter to be, But we'd rest in the shade of the tallest pine tree. The song of the thrush should call us at day, Then off to the hills wed wander to play Where millions of ferns in a lacy green frieze Wave softly to welcome each low-winging breeze. All days would be sunny, the world be in tune, The year would stand still, forever at June. Were I but a gypsy, were you but my guide— But, were you by my side, | Content I'd be at home to abide. —Dicie Jones