Red Springs High School - Red Mill Yearbook (Red Springs, NC)

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WILL AND TESTAMENT - 1947 We, the senior class of nineteen hundred and forty-seven, being of sound mind and healthy body, do hereby make this last will and testament, revoking and declaring null and void all wills hitherto made and exe- cuted by us. As for the estate which has been added unto us in the course of our sojourn in Red Springs High School, we make the follow- ing disposition: Item I. To our Alma Mater we leave our undying devotion and, remembering the ideals for which she stands, pledge our loy- alty throughout the coming years. Item II. To Mr. Dudley, our superinten- dent, we do hereby will our respect and gratitude for his patient guidance along the crooked path of learning that leads to a diploma. Item III. To our beloved faculty we grant sincere pardon for all the unnecessary tests and lectures that we have managed to sur- vive during the past four years and will hope that the conduct of the rising pupils match ours in excellence and perfection. Item IV. To Miss Bessie Covington, our homeroom teacher, we leave our humble gratitude for her manifest interest and sin- cere guidance through the accomplishments of our Junior and Senior years. Item V. To the rising Senior Class we leave our homeroom with its striped cur- tains, our dignity, and the privilege of using the record player, with the hope that they will attach as many memories to Macbeth and The Unfinished Symphony as we did. Item VI. To the incoming Junior Class we will our thousands of vocabulary words from English III. We also leave our record of successful banquets with best wishes for next year's Junior-Senior. Item VII. To the rising Sophomore Class we leave the unforgettable experience of first-year Latin with sincere sympathy for everyone concerned. Item VIII. To the incoming Freshman Class we leave our inability to change classes in three minutes and hope that they will get away with the use of such im- plausible excuses as we did. Item IX. We do hereby sorrowfully dis- pose of our personal belongings: 1. I, Wade McGugan, do leave my list of tardies to Arch McNeill, but all I really want to do is just leave. 2. I, Patricia Smith, do will and bequeath my curly bangs and extra height to Faye McPhaul. 3. I, David Watson, do will and bequeath my will to study to Wilbur Burns whether it does any good or not. 4. I, Jerry Shook, do will and bequeath my love for the Navy and my blonde hair to Margaret Odom. C1 3 5.1, Clarence Ammons, do will and be- queath my diploma from the College of Casanova's to Bob McKellar, and may he use it to the best of his ability at Flossie Mac. 6. I, Ruth Graham, do will and bequeath the strain of my vocal chords and the en- ergy which is required for a Chief Cheer Leader, to Charles McMillan. 7. I, Harold Wood, do will and bequeath my love for athletics and my ability to con- fuse the referee to Edward Norris, hoping that he can use my poker face to advan- tage. 8. I, Paul Townsend, do will and bequeath my ability to concentrate under any cir- cumstances to Hillman Edens, hoping that he will profit by it in his endeavor to mas- ter senior physics. 9. I, Margaret King, do will and bequeath my loud voice and wild ways to Eunice Overstreet. 10. I, Levern Clifton, do will and bequeath my back seat in the Senior Homeroom to Fred Grimsley. 11. I, Jackie Morgan, do hereby will and be- queath my ability to vamp all underclass- men to Doris Townsend. 12. I, Douglas Odom, do will and bequeath my quiet moods and curly hair to Lawrence Bounds. 13. I, Jean McGugan, do will and bequeath my popularity to Margaret Lewis with best wishes for a successful social season in ,47- '48 14.1, Bill Coleman, do will and bequeath my industrious attitude to John Lee Davis for use in next year's chemistry class. 15. I, Miriam Huggins, do will and bequeath my position as class president to Evelyn McKenzie, hoping that she won't have such a wayward class to lead as I did. 16. I, Meta McManus, do will and bequeath my love for the Student Council to Mal- colm Watson, hoping that he and Mr. Dud- ley have some good times together. 17. I, Lilian Bedinger, do will and bequeath my ability to get on all committees to Mil- dred McArthur, hoping that she has better luck in getting out of them than I did. 18. I, David Graham, do hereby will my snail like walk to Marie Grimsley, hoping that she gets where she's going faster than I do. 19. I, Earl Parrish, do will and bequeath my love for first year algebra to Grady Burns. 20. We, the senior class, will our senior privilegest' to all Juniors who have the nerve to take them. In witness whereof, we the class of nine- teen hundred and forty-seven, have to this, our will, set our hand and seal, this twenty- eighth day of May, in the year of our Lord, one thousand, nine hundred and forty-seven. -Jackie Morgan, Testator

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CLASS HISTORY All the worId's a stage, And all the men and women merely players, They have their exits and their entrances. On September 8, 1943, the curtain rose on that great comedy, High School Days. Featured were the classmates of '47 as ver- dant freshmen. Mrs. Troy Jones distin- guished herself at once as the homeroom teacher in this great drama. The lassies dis- played their histrionic ability by being wait- resses at the Junior-Senior Banquet. Never shall we forget those hoop skirts they wore. We found this year fascinating as freshmen. So fascinating, in fact, that the closing of Act One came without warning. Next September 3, 1944, Act Two, Gay Young Sophomoresj' opened with Mrs. Phil Bragg playing the part of Mrs. Jones, the homeroom teacher. Nat Weaver had left the cast and taken a lead at McCallie. We missed him, for he had been a popular and indus- trious class president in Act One. Max McManus now was playing this role with great perfection. We were glad to welcome back Nancy Hamilton, a fugitive from the North in the midst of all of us rebels. A- long with her came Harold Wood, from Greenville, South Carolina, to join our cast. By this time our class had the general en- thusiasm for basketball which exists in Red Springs High. A crowning note to a victor- ious season was that of the Red Devil lassies fighting through to become Robeson County Court Champions. The climax of this act was the Junior-Senior Banquet. Since there were no Juniors this year, we played their part also to the best of our theatrical capabilities. At commencement we even went to the extent of marshaling the Seniors down the aisle, with Miriam Huggins as our chief marshal. The final scene of our sophomore year was the cap- ping exercise on the front steps. You might have thought we were stepping into the Seniors' shoes instead of becoming Jolly Juniors. We had the senior classroom and their beloved faculty adviser, Miss Bessie Covington, who was to lead. us through the next two, and most important acts. Act Three opened with a bang! The Class of '47 was back and bursting with energy and ideas which were to make the year '45-'46 exceptionally outstanding. Our little Yankee, full of originality and big plans, soon had the high school one hundred per- cent behind a proposed Student Council. With the aid of our loyal faculty, we laid the foundation for it. Clarence Ammons and Max McManus, candidates for the presi- dency, aroused the school spirit and added much color to our extra-curricular activi- ties through their heated campaigns. Max came through the victor. Clarence, however, was elected president of the class. The Council soon was in full swing, giv- ing dances and banquets to the student body. Basketball still held its place in our school C 12 life. This time the boys came through champ- ions of the county. Most of the classmates were in the Glee Club, which, under the direction of Miss Lois Lambie, won an ex- cellent rating at the District Music Contest. Another Council campaign was coming up. Clarence Ammons came through this time by defeating Meta McManus for the presidency. The new Council began its du- ties after a wonderful banquet of southern fried chicken, given by the old Council. The senior, curtain fell on the graduation of one Allen Warren, our Marine veteran. After drama pause such a thrill-packed episode in the of this class, we were ready for a that refreshes. Excitement ran high as the curtain rose on the scene of Red Springs High for the fourth and last act- Our Senior Year. As a result of our canvassing the town for sup- port of a physical education program in the spring of '46, we found that it had been in- stalled in our schedule. We welcomed Mr. Carruth in this position and also as the teacher of the science courses which now were able to be offered. Miss Fisher and Miss Dukes, our mathematics and history instructors respectively, joined our faculty staff this year. Another teacher was back too, Mrs. Currie, but she had been with us before as Miss Caldwell. Pat Smith returned to our class along with two ex-gobs, David Graham and Paul Townsend. Although we gained these, we were saddened by losing others. Our dreams of a high school annual began to'become realities as the Student Council decided to sponsor one, and they elected Meta McManus as the editor-in-chief. The second semester found us with a start in commercial courses under Mrs. Williams who joined the faculty as the secretary and instructor in typing. One of the highlights of the act was a light opera, The Pied Piper of Hamelinf' given by the Music Department. Even more important to us as a senior class was our play, The Charm School, which we pre- sented on May 9. The Junior-Senior Ban- quet was a big success, and many thanks to the Juniors for it. The curtain falls now on the grand finale of graduation as the class of '47 makes its exit from their Alma Mater to go forth to stage their entrance in a far more important drama, that of becoming the leading men and women in the world presentation of the bright future. Now, as the veil is being drawn, we bid the poignant memories of the past, Farewell, and, recall our Latin, Finis coronat opus, The End Crowns the Work! -Clarence Ammons, Historian

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PROPHECY OF THE CLASS OF 1947 Imagine being back in Red Springs for two, wonderful weeks! I hate to think that three days have flown, and before I know it I'll be flying back to my Charm School. It has been a marvelous success. Imagine my getting the idea from our Senior Play. That class of 1947 really had some ideas. I've been comparing notes on our classmates with Ruth Graham. We even dug up our old annual, The Red Mill, and nearly died laughing at those pictures. I was really surprised when Ruth told me she was con- sidering a contract offered her by Metro- politan, but I suppose anyone would tire of teaching geometry at Flossie Mac after ten years. Even when one loves it as she does. Paul, Dr. Townsend, that is, has just con- cluded his famous research in writer's cramp. We knew he would really go places, but didn't dream of his rising so high in medicine, and so young, too! ! Pat Smith is also making a hit in New York. She says that this modeling business is not as easy as it looks, but that working for John Rob- ert Powers is fun. Look for her in the new Ipana ads over To chase away pink tooth brush-etc., etc. Levern Cliftonts modern stores have taken the Carolinas by storm. For quality and quantity, backed by friendly, smiling service, shop at the Curly Clifton Groceries from Charleston to Charlotte. They are really amazing. And Miriam Huggins, our class president, is still running things. The of- ficial name for her job may be Executive Secretary, but they say if it were not for her, the entire Dupont Corporation would collapse. Isn't it grand that Earl Parrish has re- cently become a full-fledged pilot on Pan- American Airways? You ought to hear him talk about those Latin American beauties! He's been a bachelor for some time now. Wonder how much longer he'll get away with it? He was taken off his regular route the other day to make a special emergency tripl, taking Congressman David Hill Gra- ham, of The Old North State, to a special conference in San Francisco. David is now sleeping regularly through long sessions of Congress in Washington, and he seems to be getting away with it as well as he did in high school. I've just finished reading that thrilling best seller, Red Devils' Dye , by Jackie Morgan. Those themes we wrote in Eng- lish profited one of us anyway. Bill Cole- man, the new Swoon King, is booked to star in the movie version of Jackie's book. That movie scout who saw our senior play knew talent when he saw it. From high school to Hollywood in one easy lesson. Ask Bill. Reckon he'd refuse an old classmate an autograph? C1 T3 4 Oh, yes, and I saw Margaret King up town the other day. The five months typ- ing course in 1947 was so excellent that she relieved Mrs. Williams almost immediately. They say those kids really know how to type when she gets through with them. There's one other 1947 graduate still in the Springs. Clarence Ammons, another of those executive types. We were sorry to hear that he was forced to drop his study of political science and come home for a rest, but look what happened. He recuperated by jerking sodas back in Townsend's Phar- macy, and about a year ago Mr. Jim sold out to him. No one was surprised to see such a high-powered salesman get ahead. Jean McGugan is really making a name for herself on Broadway. Starring as Gene Kelly's dancing partner in Everything Goes is no small achievement, and the write-up of her private life in Life last March said she wore out 888 pairs of shoes a year. My, I'd hate to pay her bills. Speak- ing of McGugans, Wade has found his way to California where he is making a small fortune dealing in T-Model parts, since they are the latest fad in Hollywood. Clarence said Wade tore up his Cadillac the other day but didn't get a scratch. He was ready to trade anyway-The lucky guy! Douglas Odom went to work for Sherwin- Williams Paint Company back in 1948 and, rising fast, it was not long before he de- veloped a new shade for interior decorating, lemonred and was promoted to head of the research laboratories. Oh, I heard that Jerry Shook has finally made up her mind about the men in her life. Randy is a captain now, and they are planning to live temporarily in Norfolk, Vir- ginia-I bet she doesn't send me an invita- tion! I must stop by Harvard CI hope my plane doesn't break downh and get those tests for the Charm School's exams. I think I'll look up David Watson while I'm there. I havent seen him since he took over the Science Professorship at Harvard. Which reminds me fdon't ask me why? that Meta has certainly been a hard-working career girl. The Hunk'le Sam, the new United States Yearbook, or annual, is her latest child prodigy. Why, that's almost ev- eryone! I must be quite-oh, what is that word? I guess' I'll have to look it up. Oh, I forgot Harold Wood. The best informed people in the United States would rather die than be without a Wood-Wood Dictionary. Webster has been extinct for ages! Of course, as a sideline, Harold still plays Cand winsb ball. Why, now that's 19. Everyone of the class of 1947 present and accounted for! Now, I must go call up Ruth and ask her what in the world happened to Kilroy. Surely, by 1957, someone knows! -Lilian Bedinger