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

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Senior His tory In spite of the fact that as Grammar Graders, it seemed to us that the eight years required to make us High School Freshmen would never pass; now, as Seniors, it seems almost as if it were only yesterday that forty bright-eyed students entered the first grade. After eight years of study and play we became the green freshmen of 1946-47. No doubt we seemed a bit awkward to the upper classmen; but through guidance from others, and through our own determination, we adjusted ourselves to the new ideas and rules of this more complex world of which we were a part. There were forty-one students in our class at this time. 1947-48—After we had passed through our freshman year we were no longer green at the job, but were ready to take anything that would help us climb the ladder of success. We experienced the change of principals with Mr. H. C. Little replacing Mr. J. E. Ramsey. 1948-49—This year was really exciting. We were no longer youngsters but we, a class of twenty-nine, were juniors. This meant that we would be honoring the Seniors with a banquet. With the able assistance of Mr. and Mrs. George Rodgers our banquet was quite a success. 1949-50—We are now dignified Seniors, nineteen in number. Our Senior Play came first; we hope that we succeeded in making it a play the audience will remember. It was a three-act comedy in which most of the characters were ridiculously funny. Our class has achieved many distinctions in our school career, but we were especially proud that one of our members, Marlene Miller, was chosen Christmas Queen of Rock Springs High School. Now, on the threshold of adulthood, ready for the life ahead of us, we are striving to live up to our motto: “Not merely to exist, but to amount to something in life.” NELLIE CAROLINE PERKINS Historian

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Class Song TunE To: Now Is The Hour Now is the time Our hearts are growing sad. We must go farther on Without pencil and pad. When we are gone Our class books left to you. We wish you luck and success In all you find to do. Now is the hour When we must leave Rock Springs School. Some may go farther on To learn the Golden Rule. Although we’re away Our memories linger still. We hope that all our dreams Will be fulfilled. NELLIE CAROLINE PERKINS Cass FLOWER CLASS COLORS Violets White and Lavender Crass Motto “Not merely to exist, but to amount to something is life.” (Non est vivere est valere vita)

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Class Prophecy Time marches on; and suddenly I see the pages of the future begin turning before us. It is now the year 1960, and as I gaze into the crystal ball, I see the 1950 graduates of Rock Springs High School heartily engaged in the activities of life. As I sit gazing, I see the former Flora Mae Ballard, a housewife, now busily tending her four sweet children. Next I see Annie Black, a Wave, rushing across the deck of an ocean liner. The vision of the liner fades, and I see Pauline Christopher harshly scolding her little child for sucking his thumb. Next I see Thelma Clontz, who is a nurse at Memorial Hospital in Charlotte, on her way to the nurses’ home where she is to meet her date. And there goes Ruth Dellinger and her husband into the movie; after seating her four boys in the cowboy show. I believe I see a blushing face. It’s none other than Mr. Carpenter after being arrested for speeding in Lincolnton by Bobhy Duck, now a state cop. Leaving Lincolnton we find Jean Edwards employed by Roses Five Ten Cent Store in Mt. Holly. She is hurriedly fumbling over the cash register after waiting on her customer, Mrs. Harry Price, Jr., the former Jackie Hager. Mrs. Price has now quit teaching to care for her two children. And who is this I see now? Why, it’s the former Doris Ann Henley who has just recently moved into her new home with a beauty parlor upstairs. She is rush- ing down to meet her husband who has just returned from work. Ah, this is a little confusing—how did that cow get in here? Why, it belongs to Bobby Harris’ new Grade-A-Jersey Dairy Farm just outside of Denver. After traveling on into Denver and pausing for the stop light, I see Marjorie Little just finishing a hard day’s work in her beauty parlor. She is now returning home for a restful evening to knit a pair of men’s socks for her hope chest. As I look deeper into the crystal ball I see Reid Luckey and Howard McIntosh landing at Morris Field Airport in Charlotte. And who is the dark-haired lady alighting from the plane? Oh, yes, Reid and Howard have just flown in from South America. And there I see Marlene Miller and her husband leaving the plane after spending a week at the beach with their small twin sons. A Yankee? What’s a Yankee doing down in Charlotte? Oh, that’s just my vision of the Yankee Sta- dium where I see Bobby Nixon about to become the New York Yankees’ star player as he plays off his second season with them. And now I look deeper; I see a dim shadow; the shadow fades away; and I see the former Nellie Carol Perkins on her way home. She steps into the car and greets her husband and small boy, after her daily grind as secretary of Stanley Mills. And now the scene changes from the town of Stanley to the city of Char- lotte. Walking down the street with a lot of grace and poise I see a faint character. Now I can see it’s none other than the former Esther Somers, now Mrs. Louis Presswood. She is on her way home after a day’s work as a secretary as Associated Transport Company in Charlotte. And now I see a hospital; it’s the Charlotte Memorial; and rushing down the hall I can see a small lady. Oh, it’s Louise Weathers. She has a nice smile, and looks as if she is enjoying her work very much. And now the ball grows dark. I see no more of my classmates. I glance at my watch and suddenly remember I am going to be late for my work as a telephone operator. I bid good-bye to my husband, and now I am off with the thoughts of my classmates still lingering in my mind, and I rejoice at the thought that they are all well situated in the activities of life. VerGIE Lou Munpy Prophet