Rock Springs High School - Rosphian Yearbook (Denver, NC)

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Senior Class History Our time has come. After twelve years of ups and downs we have reached our goal. We are Seniors! In reward for our efforts we get a first glimpse of the boundless meadow of Life, which stretches out at our feet, breath-taking and beck- oning. But why do we try to describe the way we feel? To capture the real glory one must stand where we stand and witness the scene we see. For a short moment we hesitate here. A short time ago we were chil- dren, protected and carefree. Now we have grown up—adults, respon- sible for ourselves and for the future. We know that out there, some- where, is a place for each of us. It may be a stately place or an humble one, but if we will live by the motto: “Not finished, just begun,” our search will not be in vain. We will find our place. The years together have been happy ones. There is a bond between us that cannot be broken. We have laughed together, learned together, and in the future this bond of friendship will come to the aid of those in our class who should need it. The meadow beckons. Ina while we will begin the search. We extend a hand in appreciation to everyone who helped us gain this place. For those who are trying to reach the goal, have courage and fortitude. The reward is worth the effort. Evsre KING Historian

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Class Song TuNE: Smiling Through We have come to the end of our school days so dear To the parting of friends tried and true; We have studied, we’ve tried We have laughed and we’ve cried, In our happy years at dear old Rock Springs High. There’s a new life before us, a future to face, There’s a part to be played by each one; But through all the long years Through our smiles and tears, Our hearts will yearn for dear old Rock Springs High. Joy Marie LitTLe Class Flower Red Rose Bud Class Motto “Not Finished, Just Begun.” Class Colors Red and White

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Class Prophecy It is now August, 1959. My husband, our three children and I have just returned home from Rock Springs Camp Meeting, where we spent a few days camping last week. We look in our diary and find the most important things that happened: As we were entering the camp ground, who would be there directing traffic but North Carolina Highway Patrolman, Bobby Key Howard. We entered and had just started cleaning our tent, rather our rented tent—we got it from Tommy Howard for $50.00—when Charles Black, Jr., came around and offered his assistance for the slight charge of $1.00. His two boys did the work, though, so I made my Bill pay them. After we moved in and got settled, we walked to the shack for a Coca-Cola. Who did we see running it but Mr. and Mrs. Johnny Seehorn, the latter being the former Miss Pat Fisher. We soon discovered that the boy dipping ice cream was none other than Johnny, Jr., and even though he was only four years old, he could already count! It was time for church when we walked back to our tent, so we washed the children and hurried to the arbor. The singing had started when we got there, and I couldn’t keep from recognizing the Choir Leader—Miss Elsie King. Accompanying at the piano was Miss Sue Rudisill. Both had been studying at the New York School of Music in New York City. Before beginning the sermon, Marion Lineber- ger, the minister, recognized Dr. Ernest Ledford and his nurse, Miss Betty Gwyn Smith, who had been helping the sick at the Camp Ground First Aid Department. Also attending the service was Superintendent of the Lincoln County Schools, Leonard Sigmon, and his secretary, Miss Mildred Harkey. While leaving the arbor we ran into the former Miss Joy Marie Little and her husband who were visiting from Washington, D. C. He is a minister, and she is a director of Religious Education. On Friday morning we were rudely awakened by the ice man, who was none other than Billy Hugh Howard. It’s a good thing he woke us, though, because we'd planned to take the children to have their pictures made. We found Curtis Sigmon behind the camera, and his assistant, Miss Betty Lou Heafner, developing the pic- tures. While we were waiting for her to do her duty, Mr. and Mrs. J. W. Sigmon, the latter the former Miss Vannie Mae Sherrill, and their three children came in to watch the birdie. We didn’t see Peggy Cherry or Judith Ellerbe until the last Sunday. They both are working at Johns Hopkins Hospital in Baltimore, Maryland, and report being kept very busy. We learned from them that Elsie Goodson, in her time off from private duty nursing, plays ball for the Southern Bell professional softball team. She’s good, too! We now close our diary and lay it aside. Bill gathers up the afternoon paper and his pipe and sends little Billy after his house slippers while I gather up my knitting. Then we all sit back and relax because we've heard from all of my former classmates. Norrig HAGER Prophet