Plymouth High School - Roanoke Log Yearbook (Plymouth, NC)

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X,4 - Sig Siiiaaaaih CLASS S0 G lTune - The Band Played On l All through the years we have known happiness at dear Plymouth High. lt is with aching heart and with sad regret that we say goodbye. We'll remember kind teachers and all our dearfriends when a new life we must partake. We vow that we'll never forget the past days as we graduate. ELLEN WINSLOW, Lyric Composer. CLASS P0 M We do not feel like Seniors, But yet that's what we are And still can't seem to realize That we have come this far. Dear P. H. S. has been our friend, lt's helped us make the score, And we should not forget it Though we pass through the door. We cannot feel too happy, Nor can we feel too gay, For knowing when we graduate We each must go our way. Let's live our lives as best we can, And be ever kind and true. So here's goodbye to Plymouth High, The Senior Class of '52l RUTH MILLER, Class Poet. .r ,f.xf:4xfx:

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LLIISS PRIIPIIIIIIY As I gaze into my crystal ball, the year I962 appears. I see very dimly Ellen Winslow, who after finishing college is touring Europe. As this picture fades away I notice Hardy Cobb, captain in the Army Air Corps, as he tries one of Frank Fawcett's latest Jet Automobiles. Frank is doing well in this business. Next l observe in Yankee Stadium, New York, Gerald Tarkington and Randall Estep leading the Yankees to another pennant. In South America I perceive Patricia Davenport, photographer for Life Magazine, who is on a trans-continental plane as she interviews Enoch Reid, the pilot, and Peggy Darden, Chief Stewardess. Who is this? Ray Hollowell in Miami, Florida, where he is spending the summer with his wife and kids. A sudden flash to T. V. shows Carolyn Ayers singing in a popular night club. In Plymouth I see Rex Browning, manager of The Jewel Shoppe, talking with Mary Lou Voirol, his secretary, about some new stock. Next Betty Beam comes into my view giving a piano concert at Carnegie Hall. At E. C. C. in Greenville, N. C., Lucille Hooker, teacher of advanced al- gebra, and Alvania Maitland, English professor, are discussing their boy friends. In Washington, D. C., Bobby Gurganus, star center for the Red Skins, watches his favorite T. V. comedian, Gerald Bowen, who is well known for his wit. In Wenona I notice Virginia Heynen, President of the oil company there. Back in Plymouth Joy Harrison shows her favorite paintings to Faye Davis and Ruth Miller, who are still enjoying married life - and Julia Davis and Harriet Jethro, who are still waiting for that lucky man. And I, Homer Styons, seen as a mssionary, am satisfied as I put my crystal ball away, knowing that all members of the class of '52 are happy with the vocation they have chosen. CLASS PROPHET Homer Styons.