Ramseur High School - Ramsonian Yearbook (Ramseur, NC)

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Class Poem GOODBYE It’s time to leave our school so dear, Go out, the world’s teachings to hear; Time to say goodbye and good luck, To reach out to our fates and pluck Happiness, success, goodness, and grace; Gather our blessings and turn to face Our wonderful world so big and great. Be gone and quick! The hour is late. It’s time to think of our duty to men; To go out and try our dreams to win. Accomplish success, and sing God’s praise, And try our wings and might to raise. Keep the track our helpers have drawn, Grip the wheel and soar to the dawn, Be not discouraged or lose our hold, Flee from weakness and be ever bold. Though your heart is touched by our farewell Remember the delights and memories to tell. Now Seniors, remember our goal is to strive For courage and faith, and dreams to derive, For faith in ideals and projects well done For life’s deeds and struggles are never done. Lift your chin; of yourself be sure, For less than our best we’ll never endure. Class Poet Betty Jo Stout

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Class History It appears like ancient history now. Ona certain day in September twelve years ago when everything seemed fresh and green, a group of prospective students first trod these walks and entered these halls which have now found a sacred place in our hearts. As innocent and eager children, we advanced slowly but surely through the primary and grammar grades. It was in the eighth grade that something new was added to Ramseur High School. It was a new gymna- sium. The proudness we felt over this new addition cannot be expressed. By taking a trip to Raleigh and visiting historic places, we learned much history the easy way. Mrs. White was a capable guide and counselor, telling us many interesting facts relating to the places we visit- ed, from the governor's office to the home of Andrew Johnson. Undounted by our experiences and with a desire to rise, prompted by determination, we entered high school. Though we did not rise to stardom in all high school activities so new to us, we engaged in them with sportsmanship and vim. We took our share of the lickings bravely and showed that we could share equally in victory. This year we were welcomed by a new principal, Mr. C. A. Cox. Thus a host of pleasant memories were sealed in a treasured chest. Happy and proud to be entering into a year of work which would class us as typical and wise Sophomores, we were willing and ready to start on our second year in high school. Ap- preciating the kind welcome given us the previous year by those whose places we had taken, we felt it a privilege as well as a duty to greet the Freshmen and thus start the year off right. We started cutting our wisdom teeth and became wiser, better students, familiar with the rules and regulations of Ramseur High. Another year gone, and in our hearts a song of Excelsior. Light hearted and gay, we again assembled in search of knowledge. This year our pro- gress seemed surer and steadier than ever before. Realizing that everything must change, and desiring ours to be in accordance with our chosen motto, ‘‘Less Than Our Best Is Failure,’’ we settled down to sincere work. This year upon arriving at school, we found a new commer- cial department, which was a great improvement to our school. It was this year that we had the privilege of entertaining the seniors at a Junior-Senior banquet. The banquet was very beautiful for we used ‘‘Lavender and Old Lace’’ as our theme. Shall we ever forget it? No, nor regret it. Our rings were ordered and wearing this emblem of our accomplishments, we felt amply repaid for the many weary hours of work— proud to be able to wear the ring of °53. This ring shall always be a binding symbol of unity. Our class was fortunate to contribute sixteen members to the Beta Club. Thus our junior year was history. Seniors! It is hardly believable. The twelve years have been too swift, but our coveted goal is near at hand. Our school days will soon be history and the future appears as a mirage luring us on to new adventures and success. During this busy year we actually found time to elect Billy Caviness, president; Glenn Curtis, Vice President; Doris Frazier, Secretary; and Howard Craven, Treasurer. Another high light of our senior year was the dedication of our new athletic field. This meant very much to the growth and efficiency of our school, and we wish to thank Mr. I, F. Craven and all other citizens of Ramseur for helping make this possible. We also wish to thank the employees of the Ramseur Hosiery Mill for the new ac- tivity bus, which was presented for the exclusive use for activities within the state. Weare proud to have had a part in instituting a student council program in our school. In one year it has proved to be a great asset. Queens and stars! Our class has its share. Homecoming, Halloween, May Day queens, as well as stars on the football field, basketball court, baseball diamond, and on the stage. We regret leaving our Alma Mater with its friendships, trials, moments of pleasure, hours of disappointments, loves— and we almost wish we were starting over. But the deter- mination that has brought us successfully to the close of our high school career will surely carry us through life with its problems. We regret that many of our classmates have dropped by the wayside in the past years, but we are glad for those who have joined us. Our history would not be complete if we did not thank Mrs. G. F. Lane for her helpful guidance in leading us on to our goal— graduation. Now, as we receive our diplomas and leave our Alma Mater, we will strive onward to a higher and more noble goal. We bid farewell to our teachers and say ‘‘Thanks’’ to every- one who has helped us reach our goal. It is with hope that we may ever reflect credit on our school and that we may do our part in making a greater Ramseur High School and a better world. Doris Frazier Class Historian

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Class Prophecy As I reclined in my comfortable seat in the train, I was eagerly looking for- ward to reaching my destination, Chicago. To pass the time away, I picked up the latest 1963 edition of a Chicago newspaper, and learned that Carolyn Moffitt, a former classmate of mine, was one of the reporters. I decided that I would go to see Carolyn when I reached Chicago. Perhaps, I thought, she could tell me what had happened to some of our classmates since graduation. Then my thoughts shifted back to the newspaper. What a surprise I received! Why right there on the front page was a picture of Blaine Ward, world’s greatest scientist. Blaine had always been the class genius, and now he was predicting that it would be only five more years until man would be able to go to the moon. Turning to another page, I saw that my good friend, Betty Jo Stout, was taking a much needed vacation, having made continuous rounds of public appearances after winning the title ‘‘Mrs. America of 1963. ’ On looking at the sports page, I saw that Steve Mace had led The Yankees to victory over the Dodgers by knocking a home run in the last inning. Goodness! My old friends have surely done well. ‘ Hi Myrtle,’’ I heard three voices call in unison. I turned around, and there stood Howard Craven, who was seeking a seat in the Senate, Charles Edwards, Howard’s campaign manager, and Roger Spoon, now a used car dealer who can really sell cars. ‘‘Why boys,’’ I said, ‘‘I had almost forgotten that nickname.’’ It seems that these boys were on their way to Chicago too, as Roger was going to see a man about a car. Eagerly, I started asking them about some of our classmates. They told me that Russell Welch was now in the Air Force. Seems that he is the best cook that the Air Force ever had. When I asked them to tell me more, they immediately came forth with some news I was thrilled to hear. Glenn Curtis was now teaching physics and geome- try at Ramseur High School, and Shirley York was writing a book called ‘‘Mind Your Manners.” In turn, I told them my bos om pal, Shirley McMasters, was now a beautician in Greensboro. I also told them that Wilma Cox had the envious position of head nurse at John Hopkins Hospital. I then informed them that Doris Frazier and Patty Fesmire were making excellent salaries as private secretaries in two outstanding business firms. They already knew that Patty Hicks and Margaret Kimrey were too busy keeping house and caring for their children to launch a business career. Too soon the train reached Chicago, and we went our separate ways. While walking down Michigan Boulevard, I noticed a large variety store named Line- berry’s 5and 10. A feeling of pride came over me to have even known Rebecca Lineberry, for she was now very famous for her deft handling of her many stores. Further on down the street, I saw a bookstand where there were many highly advertised books. ‘‘How to Handle Your Husband’’ by Beverly Cox, and ‘'Don’t Let Your Wife Be Your Boss’’ by Roger Stout. Another famous seller was ‘‘Short- cuts to Better Housekeeping’’ by Dolores York and Betty Mae Hudson. Finally, I reached the newspaper office where Carolyn worked. As soonas she saw me she began immediately to tell me the latest news about ourclassmates. Bill Caviness was a patrolman in West Virginia. Martitia Carmac was happi- ly married, and had two lovely sets of twins. Frances Ackerman was a’French teacher at Meredith College. Erma Burgess was a typist at Sears Roebuck in Greensboro. Oscar Burgess had become an agriculture teacher in High Point, and Russell Allred was a successful farmer. I thought to myself, ‘‘Just think, I had to come to Chicago to learn all this.”’ I told Carolyn what little I knew. Frances Kivett taught typing and shorthand at Ramseur, and Peggy Jo Dorsett designed dresses for petite girls with this for her motto, ‘‘What we lack in quantity, we make up in quality.’’ When I left for my trip back home, a happy feeling stole over me, for I was so glad that all my classmates had been successful, and were happy. , Mazie Wilson Prophet