Ramseur High School - Ramsonian Yearbook (Ramseur, NC)

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CLASS PROPHECY Here I sit, somewhere out in space on a strange satallite, a victim-of another one of Bill Kivett's stunts. It certainlyis lonely way up here with no one with whom to talk. I hope Bill and his assistant, David Leonard, can get me back on earth before the Homecoming Day for the Class of '5'7. While I wait, my mind dances back over the ten years since graduation. All my classmates have done well. Carolyn Jones is a great pianist. The teen- agers surely dig the jazz she dishes out. The next vision is blurred. Ah! Now it is clearing and I see that it is Irving Byrd man- aging his own candy store. The sign outside reads: Byrd's Sweet Shop. Martha Jones is doing very well. She is touring Europe making personal appearances as an opera star. Lou Ellen Voss, who was quiet in school, is now making her place in movies. Silent movies, of course. And what is this? Gertrude Kimrey is her understudy. Ernest Wayne York liked to sing. He now sings lullabies to his two sons and daughter. Say, what's this? Buy your tickets for the wrestling match. Shelby Jean Jones is defend- ing her title against Jo Anne Coe. It should be exciting because, as we all know, they used to stick together like Karo sticks to Syrup. Anyone wishing to stay overnight in Ram- seur would enjoy staying at the Allred Hotel own- ed by Danel Allred. I believe the food would be enjoyable because Anne Scott is the cook. Here comes Dorothy Patterson up the street. She finally decided to become a preacher's wife, you know. That must be her twin sons with her. Sidney Williams always enjoyed driving the school bus. He is now driving for a local bus company. Velma Allen and Faye Cox are librarians in one of our city schools. I wonder if they keep the students quiet. I shall never forvet the li- brary periods of 1957. Take a letter, please, Miss Hutchens, Gaynell is secretary to the president of the larg- est bank in Ramseur. My, that new filling station Gail Fesmire and Johnny Jessup are building is really colossal. Some people wonder how they do so well, but I wouldlike toknow if their consciences hurt them when they sell three quarts of gas for a gallon. Homer Leonard was the quiet man in our class. He is giving lectures on the Art of Talk- ing to packed houses. Forbis Kivett, after his football accident, is now a missionary in far off India. Jerry Kivett finally earned his place on the Patrol force. He's doing very well, too. The teen-agers in town watch for him. R e be c ca Hodgin is a home economist in Asheboro. Clyde Kivett is driving a taxi in a nearby town. Betty Poindexter, living up to her title of Most Courteous, is teaching manners to her small children. And who is this suspicious looking character sneaking up the street? It's Kate Matthews. She's working in Washington for the F.B.I. Rebecca Kivett, who was one of our senior cheerleaders, is spending most of her time shout- ing to her three small sons. Who is this coming around the corner of the .school house? It's Shorty Burgess. He drives a truck for a local pest exterminating company. Harold Holmes has his own basketball team. His five sons make a perfect team. MelvinAllen was our senior class president. He is now president of the local Bird Watchers' Club . Jimmy York and Alton Hollady are real estate salesmen. One thing is wrong. They never have had an estate to sell. Who is this we see on the third floor of the hospital? Why, it's Cretha Dorsett. She's a nurse now, and doing very well in that field. What's this coming ? It's Bill Kivett and my transportationbackto earth. Maybe I'll get back in time for Homecoming Day. LINDA BRANSON Class Prophet

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LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT We the graduating class of 1957, realizing that the days at our dear old Alma Mater must soon come to an end, do hereby leave the fol- lowing items to those who we think deserve them most. ARTICLE I We do leave to our parents, principal, and faculty our sincere thanks for their love and understanding guidance throughout these twelve years. ARTICLE II Section I - We do leave to the Juniors our title Dignified Seniors and all the joys which go with the Senior year. Section II - We do leave to the Sophomores our knowledge that we don't know everything as of now and what learning ability we possess. Section III - We do leave to the Freshmen our youthful sense of humor and all our best grades, so they may start early to achieve them. ARTICLE III We, as individuals, do leave the following to other individuals of our choice: I, Rebecca Kivett, do leave my ability to keep smiling to Martha Hodging and my cheerleading suit to Linda Simmons, hoping she will be a cheerleader. I, Clyde Kivett, do leave my height to John York. I, Rebecca Hodgin, do leave my attentiveness in class to Jolmny Cox. I, Forbis Kivett, do leave my title, Mr. R. H. S., to Steve Siler. I, Gaynell Hutchins, do leave my title, Apple Polisher, to Linda Wood, hoping that she 'll keep it shining. I, Jimmy York, do leave my geography book to Frank Brown, hoping he'll make as many A's as I did. I, Jo Anne Coe, do leave my blue eyes and light hair to Mike York. I, Harold Holmes, do leave my 230 pounds to Bill Marley in hopes he'll get down that low someday. I, Gail Fesmire, do leave my ability to blush at the right time to Judyldammer to keep it in the family. I, Martha Jones, do leave my title, Miss R. H. S., to Wincey Cox. L Wayne Burgess, do leave my brain for physics to Jimmy Smith. I, Shelby Jones, do leave my ability to get along with boys to Linda Brady, my title, Most Talkative, to Eugene Allred. I, Carolyn Jones, do leave my casual look to Glenda I-licks. I, Alton Hollady, do leave my LOVE for eighth grade girls to my friend, Joe York. I, Cretha Dorset, do leave my freckles to Patricia Burgess and my nickname, Little Bit, to Rebecca Allen. I,Gertrude Kimrey, do leave my black hair to Barbara Brady. I, Kate Matthews, do leave my title, Biggest Flirt, to Linda Brooksg I hope she'll make use of it. I, Homer Leonard, do leave my title, Quiet- est, to Johnny Stinson, get it, Johnny! I, Betty Poindexter, do leave my title, Most Courteous, to Pauline Poindexter, to keep it in the family. I, Anne Scott, do leave my ability to blush to anyone who desires to achieve this ability. I, David Leonard, do leave all my notebook paper to James Whitehead. I, Dorothy Patterson, do leave my long fing- ernails to Diane York, and my title, Sweetest, to Martha Cox. I, Lou Ellen Voss, do leave my title, Quiet- est, to Mildred Thomas. I, Bill Kivett, do leave my title, Most In- tellectual, to Larry Parks. I, Linda Branson, do leave my title, Wit- tiest, to my sister, Phyllis, and my height to Nancy Henley. I, Danel Allred, do leave my curly hair to Donald Burgess. I, Velma Allen, do leave my title, Most In- tellectual, to Larry Cox. I, Ernest York, fbeing of ound rnindj do leave my title, Ten O'clock Scholar, to Robert McGee and my title, Friendliest, to Milton Grose. I, Jerry Kivett, doleave my position as full- back on the football team to Terry Burgess. We, the bus drivers, Melvin, Irving, Johnny, and Sidney, do leave the Orange-crates and screeching brakes to anyone daring to undertake the task of driving them. I, Faye Cox, do leave any reading ability I possess to Patricia Cox and Jackie Cates, hoping they'lluse it to an advantage on all those letters. ARTICLE IV We, as Seniors, do leave the responsibility of carrying out this, our Last Will and Testament, to the students ofRamseur High School. To avoid any future conflict, we appoint Mrs. Lane, our beloved and worthy advisor, as sole executrix, and in her presence and in the presence of the Seniors of 1957 we do sign and seal this docu- ment on this, the twenty-third day of May in the year of 1957. FAYE COX Testatrix

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CLASS POEM We are now at the end of our high school road. To many we must need say good-byeg With sadness and regret we break each tie, But we know we are able to carry our load. Our future now is beginning to unfold. And with memories so happy and gay, Our problems we tackle with courage each day Even life we should face with hearts ever bold. Our parents and teachers have guided us through Ever loyal to them we shall be. Our futures are brightened with their loyalty F le The lessons we've learned should help us be true. Now classmates remember there are goals we m Strive always of ourselves to be sure, Through defeat or struggle we must endure, Try to conquer each task without a defeat. VE LMA ALLEN Poet CLASS FLOWER: Lavendar Gladolia CLASS COLORS: Lavendar- White MOTTO: ust meet. If ye have the faith as a grain of mustard seed--- nothing shall be impossible unto you. Matthew 17:20 and m GRADUATION DAY It's a time for joy, a tirne for tears, A time we'll treasure thru the years, We 'll remember always graduation day. At the senior prom we danced til three, And then you gave your heart to me We'll remember always graduation day Tho' we leave in sorrow All the joys we've known, We can face tomorrow Knowing we'l1 never walk alone. When the ivy walls are far behind, No matter where our path may wind, We'll remember always graduation day.