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

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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

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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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Last Will and Testament of the Class of 1949 STATE OF NORTH CAROLINA COUNTY OF LINCOLN CITY OF DENVER TOWNSHIP OF CATAWBA SPRINGS We, the Seniors of Rock Springs High School, saying farewell to the school, members and faculty, do hereby make and declare this to be our LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT. ARTICLE I To our principal, Mr. Little, we leave our sincere affection and happy memories of our last two years here. To our home room teacher, Miss D. Miller, we express our appreciation for her help in our struggle through our last year in school. To Miss K. Miller, we leave our English books. We also leave our gratitude for her patience in teaching us Spanish. To Mr. Rodgers, we leave our term papers in history, our sociology books, and unwillingly our basketball suits. .. To Mrs. Rodgers, we leave our ability to type, also our appreciation for her patience with the bookkeeping class. To Mr. Willingham, we leave our appreciation for teaching us Bible. To Mr. Carpenter, we leave the good soil so he can teach someone else agricul- ture; also the shop for other fellows to learn carpentry. ARTICLE II To the Juniors, we dispose of our dignity. To the Sophomores, we leave our determination to strive for higher things in life. To the Freshmen, we leave our best wishes for an easy journey through High School. To the Middlers, we leave our intelligent minds so that they may some day become seniors. ARTICLE III To our friends, we leave our personal belongings, as follows: I, Charles Black, Jr., will my ability to be in class on time to Reid Luckey. Peggy Cherry, will my typing ability to Marjorie Little. Pat Fisher, will my laugh to Ester Somers. , Elsie Goodson, will my big mouth to Marlene Miller. Mildred Harkey, will my ability to type to Jean Edwards. Betty Heafner, will my height to Joyce Nixon. Judith Ann Ellerbe, will my quietness to Vergie Mundy. Billy Hugh Howard, will my talkative mood to Bobby Duckworth. Bobby Key Howard, will my good looks to Howard McIntosh. Tommy Howard, will all of my smart remarks to Bobby Harris. Elsie King, will my ability to sing to Marjorie Little. Ernest Ledford, will my small feet to Cecil Ballard. Marion Lineberger, will my big feet to Charles Ledford. Joy Marie Little, will my personality to Jean Edwards. Sue Rudisill, will my natural curly hair to Thelma Clontz. , Johnny Seehorn, will my popularity to Harry Price, Jr. , Wannie Sherrill, will my walk to Nellie Carol Perkins. . Curtis Sigmon, will my dislike for girls to Mr. Willingham in hopes that some day he may marry. I. Leonard Sigmon, will my friendliness to Bobby Nixon. I, Betty Gwyn Smith, will my place as editor of the Rosphian to Jackie Hager. And finally, I, Norrie Hager, will my place in History Class to anybody who will relieve me of it. Lc ee cc ce ce ce ce en ee ee Be | Witnesses: Penny—of Penny Pringle Moon—of Moon Mullins Norriz Hacer Attempt at Law Class of 1949 lity th lal, Sh