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

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VESPER SPEAKERS Front Row: Max Briggs, Alice Jeune. Second Row: Peggy Ritchey. Top Row: Charles Posey, Margaret Vaughan. jee!

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Margaret Vaughan and Harry Lineback Charles Posey and Jo Fowler Garland Cartner and Margaret Vaughan Most Intellectual Best All Round Most Likely to Succeed Hazel Doub and Melvin Walker Jo Fowler and Don Whelan Best Dressed Most Talented

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Gta lel Gladis As we look on our past and our long climb up the ladder, we suddenly realize that we have at last reached the goal of our childhood dreams. In remembering the laughter and tears that have marked our way, we must go back to the very begin- ning of our school life here at Old Town. Early in September, 1941, an eager group of boys and girls, with their faces beaming and mischief in their hearts, met for the first time in Miss Trivettes’ and Mrs. Flynt’s rooms. Barbara, Billy, Max, Bettye, Harry, Garland, Hazel, Bobbie, Iris, Bettie, Carolyn, Dean, David, Bill, Frances, and Shirley were introduced as the first grade classes of that year. We struggled through our first grade year with measles, chicken pox, mumps, tooth-aches, but none of these hurt us as much as the very day routine of “Mac and Muff,” and 2 plus 2 equals 4. In the spring of this year and every year to follow we looked with great pleasure to being in Miss Hale’s operettas. My, how cute we looked with those whiskers and long bobbing tails. After it was over I remember how dirty all those tails were from being dragged over the floor. We really made a fine group of cats. Up the ladder we kept climbing, third, fourth, fifth, and sixth grades, Peggy Ritchey and Bobbie Comer entered our class in the fifth grade, and Charles Posey and Dan Goldner, in the sixth. We were excited to have someone new in our toom. These years were highlighted with fights, spitball shooting, and of course a few spankings now and then, along with the other things neces- sary to our growing up. Mrs. Higgings and Miss Mullican were in charge of our seventh grade classes. Mrs, Higgins room was transferred to the high school side. This was the year Calvin Cox threw caster oil all over the room, and Miss Mullican pounded arithmetic into our heads with the assistance of her green ruler, “Charlie.” Our eighth grade year started off with a bang. Remember how thrilled we were every day when we changed classes? Mrs. Badoert taneht science and Miss Scott taught math. Jo Fowler and Margaret Vaughan entered our class this year along with Clyde fine. We were especially eager for our freshmen year to arrive. We soon fell into the swing of changing classes and adapted ourselves to all the new ways of doing things. We had our pet peeves, chiefly last period study hall. It was early summer this year that death reached out to take one of our classmates, Basil Long, from us. His sudden death threw a shadow over the following year and left a sadness in 25 IN HISTORY each of our hearts that we shall never forget. The shine wore off our happy days as wa entered our sopho- more year with Mrs. Pratts’ book reports and Mr. Williams’ ar- thoropods and tree samples. Ball games, parties, hayrides, and dances gave us our pleasure after long tiresome days of reciting “The Ancient Mariner” and 2x plus 14x—3b plus 8c equals (who knows?) ‘Mac and Muff” was never like that! Jackie few that we as seniors know and share, our secret dreams and ambitions. Our help and guidance has come from none other than Mrs. P. R. Newman, our homeroom teacher, Mr. R. L. Blevins, our principal, and Mr. G. G. Lemly, our assistant principal. We are forever grateful to you for your inspiration and friendliness. Today we grasp that to which we have long aspired and since we know ‘tis education that forms the common man,’ we trust we are just commencing our life as we put one phase of it behind us. Davis entered our class this year. At last we were juniors! Taking on new responsibilities, we now ordered our classrings, planned and gave our Junior-Senior Banquet at the Hotel Robert E. Lee. Anne Hill entered our class this year. Once again death left sadness in our hearts. Mr. Eugene K. McNew, our principal, died in February. We will take his teachings with us as we leave the place he loved most. We have reached the top rung in our ladder and our goal is in sight. We are “dignified” seniors. All but a few of these exceptions make this word “dignified” seem almost true, One of these exceptions is the newly formed Stag Club. We get a lot of laughs when Harry, Don, Dean, Calvin, Clyde, Max, Gene, Ted, Billy and Dan tell of their experiences at their meet- ings. Alice Jeune entered our class this year. With graduation in sight we begin thinking of our future, without our close friends beside us. Friends that have been with us since our first grade year and friends that have joineu our class all the way through school. As we leave there are a few cherished memories we will take with us—our graduation, the Junior-Senior banuet, and just a BETTYE DAVIS, Historian