Randleman High School - Rendezvous Yearbook (Randleman, NC)

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CLASS HISTORY In September 1936 Randleman High School was a new and exciting place for a number of little girls and boys. This was our first experience at school. Some took it with happy talking and laughter; while others found themselves in one of the tiny desks (then huge to us) and remained there hardly speaking even when spoken to by our teachers, Miss Maude and Miss Hughes. At the same time others of our present class were entering at Worthville, Providence, and New Market. Their first day was, I suppose, similar to ours. After getting arranged in the new environment we settled down to learning our ABC's. As the year passed our minds began to broaden and the next fall found us making our way to the second grade classroom where Miss Mae and Miss Mary presided. In the third grade our teachers were Mrs. Carpenter and Miss Parrish. The fact that stands out most during that year was our Toy Orchestra directed by Miss Freeman, our music teacher. Our fourth year was a delightful one under the leadership of Miss Plott and Miss Holland. During the fifth and sixth years we liked school life so well that we even played school at lunch time. We remember with a smile how one of our girls made it a habit to call her students hypocrites. We learned very much during these two years with the help of Mrs. Millikan and Mrs. Hammond in the fifth grade and Miss Whicker and Miss Walker in the sixth. Then came our seventh year with Miss Ellen and Mrs. Lineberry, a long anticipated privilege. In 1943, Mr. H. H. Hamilton who had been our principal from the start, now left us. We were sorry to lose him, but we learned to like Mr. R. C. White who took his place. That year the New Market and Worthville students joined our class. We had serious moments in the eighth grade even if some did play ball with oranges that knocked out window panes. Also, in some mysterious way the erasers got behind George Washington’s picture at the front of the room. We are grateful to Mrs. Morgan and Mrs. Denham for that memorable year. In the fall of 1944 we entered our Freshman class with Miss Sink and Miss Matthews to greet us. When the Junior-Senior Banquet came that year twelve of the girls in our class were a ppointed as waitresses. This was a joyful occasion. A number of our classmates were members of the Home Economics Club, Glee Club, and various other clubs. When we became Sophomores we were a little more grown-up than before. Miss Townsend and Mr. Wall kept our class going. Along with their help and our different club activities we had a most enjoyable year. Mr. W. A. Young succeeded Mr. White and instituted some improvements for the school. Our Junior Year was a busy one. The two sections started off with the following officers: President, Betty Jean Millikan and Jean Hall; Vice President, Edith Edwards and Jennie Lou Smith; Secretary, and Treasurer, Jane Hendrix and Theron Farlowe. The initiation for our mem- bers of the Beta Club was an outstanding event. We enjoyed it even if we did think it rather drastic. We sold magazines and had programs to finance our Junior-Senior Banquet which proved successful. During this time we ordered our class rings. Our class and our teachers, Miss Gray and Mr. Wall, welcomed the students from Providence, and also Arthur Wright and Fred Redding who had been away to serve our country. We gave the Junior-Senior Banquet on April 11, 1947. The gymnasium was decorated in Old Mexican style, and everyone enjoyed our program of speech es, songs, and dances. In 1947 we became Seniors. This was the crowning year. It began with the election of the class officers, the annual staff, and the superlatives. The class officers were as follows: President, ae Allred; Vice President, Bobby Russell; Secretary, Betty Causey; and Treasurer, Mara Sue Ilred. “The Spotlight’, the school paper edited by the Beta Club members, was a high light in our school life. True to life, this year was not all sunshine. Tragedy struck hard in our midst and took our classmate, George Yow, whom we shall remember always. Since time and space have their limitations it is impossible to describe here the trip to Wash- ington, the parties and other social events in which we were honored. It is sufficient to say they made us very happy. We should like to think that we have left some inspiration to the other pupils of Randleman High School to lead them to a broader education and better ways of living. By JENNIE LOU SMITH. 5 13 bm

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GLASS PROPHECY Life is divided into three periods: the past, present and future. The past with its happy days of freedom from care is behind us. It is now only a succession of beautiful memories that, in years to come, we shall love to recall. The present with its petty trials is with us now, but the great un- known future stretches out before us, an untraveled road, filled with we know not what. As 1 look into my crystal ball I shall try to foretell what I see for you, the R.H.S. graduates of ’48. The mist is clearing. A village scene appears. It is Sunday morning and the people are coming to the service. I see the minister—a fine-looking man, and by his side walks his wife, Betsy Dean. The scene changes. Over a large factory is a huge electric sign reading, “Wright's Best Toilet Soaps.” The owner’s motto carved above the office door is, “I Keep the World Clean.” The clouds lift again. It’s nine o’clock on a May morning. School bells are ringing for kinder- garten children who hurry to greet their smiling teacher, Jean Hall. Now I see Hollywood, that fascinating place of famous men and women. Sharing honors in the new play, “Modern People,’ are Martha Lou Farlow and Betty Jean Varner. And there stands Bobby Russell, the main photographer for Peachy Pictures, Incorporated. The scene shifts to the display room of a large gown establishment. A fashion show is in progress. Ella Mae Sheppard, the chief model of the establishment, looks exceptionally graceful in her gown. The mist blots out the scene, and when it clears away, the ground is covered with ice and snow. A figure in a stunning uniform rides toward me. He stops his horse and reads a sign offering many thousand dollars reward for the capture of a murderer at large in the Canadian forest. Smiling he says, “We mounties always get our man.”’ He is one of those romantic heroes, a Northwest Mounted Policeman. As he rides nearer I recognize A. W. McElhannon, handsomer than ever. The scene changes. Buzzings and ringings fill the ear. It is a telephone office and the head operator is Lib Tharpe. I knew her as soon as she said, ‘“Line’s busy!” How strange! I see a room in great disorder and a man down on all fours, looking at the rug through a magnifying glass. He has a notebook labeled “Clues” in one pocket, and a pair of hand- cuffs in the other. As he rises and turns around, I see Fred Redding, a private detective. Now I see great tents, a vast number of them. What can it be? Oh! It’s a circus. There are large banners with the names of the owners, Brown and Vickory, successors to Ringland Brothers. Let us peep into the tents. Perhaps we can find some of our friends. Yes, suspended from a lofty trapeze we find Harold Redding, and fearlessly handling the great beasts are Worth Cox and Richard Barker. Running around and around the ring with his ever ready jokes is Allen Wrenn, the greatest clown of the century. Ah! Now I see a rich bachelor—a banker—riding in his airplane, counting his money, wear- ing his diamonds. His name? Oh, Yes—Theron Farlow. Now behold with me a large banquet hall where everyone seems to be having a gay time. Surrounded by admirers stands the dainty lady of society, envied and flattered by all, the belle of every ball—Betty Causey. I feel strong, brave, bold! I see a woman of strong will, strong mind and strong temper! A lecturer on a strong subject, an old maid demonstrating her independence of man. Her name es- capes me—wait! Yes. Ruth Frazier. Ah! I feel like crying—this woman’s grief overwhelms me. Surely it is some lonely widow mourning for her husband. No, it isn’t. Tis only a fair bride weeping over the loss of her pet poodle. Who is the bride? Her name was Ruth Glenn. Now I see an immense billboard, and what does it say? “A second Melchior—greatest opera singer of the day! Max Warlick!” Down the street there is a large building. Why, it is a convent! A fair lady, disappointed in some love affair, has become a nun and devotes her life to doing good to all the world. Her name is lost now for she is called ‘Sister Marie’, but I see her face and recognize Vera Redding. I hear tinkling guitars and the surf breaking on the Hawaiian shore. A young woman ap- proaches and seats herself under a palm tree. As she looks up I see her face. It is Juanita Allred. In her hand is a tourist’s guide book, and in her bag a ticket for a world cruise. Here I see in the old home town two happy wives making sunshine and music within their walls. I see them exchanging confidences over the fence as to this or that domestic affair, and see how, even in their marriage, they are inseparable—Helen Hughes and Treva Robbins. Now I see a stately home, with a beautiful woman receiving her guests. We all know her married name and there she stands before me—Louise Pickard, who after so many flings finally decided to settle down. Again we have a large room, empty but for two people anda grand piano. A small boy with sticky fingers and a look of agony, is trying to play Exercise No. 13, and his teacher, gritting her teeth, is determinedly counting one, two, three; one, two, three. At last she sweeps the child off the stool and plays the exercise herself. She is La Rue Johnson, with fingers as nimble and energy as abundant as ever. Now we are entering the Museum of one of our largest cities to find interesting facts of people we know. In a glass case are a number of yellowed and worn sheets of newspaper, the heading of which is “Advice to the Lovelorn” by Polly Pepper. Then you see a card which reads, “First series of the Polly Pepper ‘Advice to the Lovelorn’, which became the most famous syndicated newspaper ‘article series in the world. Polly Pepper was Jean Kennedy, a graduate of Randleman High School in 1948.” (Continued on page 37) a5 15 oe