Seagrove High School - Se Hi Yearbook (Seagrove, NC)

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LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT We, the Senior Class of Seagrove High School of the year nineteen hundred and forty eight, being of sound mind and memory, Cwe hopej, having survived the episode of our life entitled, High School , and realizing that we soon must part from this, our present life, do feel that the time draws near for an inventory of our earthly possessions, both good and bad, for a division of the same among our associates. Therefore, we do hereby declare this our last will and testament and do dispose of the said possessions in the following manner: To Miss Walton we leave our love and our gratefulness for the help she has given us in prepa- ration for our future. To the Junior Class we do hereby bequeath the task of publishing the 1949 Se-Hi . To them, also, we leave our dignity, knowledge, worries, and privileges. We will the following individual traits: I, Ralph Sink, leave my Romeo ability to Leonard Voncannon, who seems to be getting a good start already. I, Garnett Lucas, leave my title, Best Sport , to Evelyn King for use in next year's basketball games. I, Kelly Bennett, will my ability to play basketball to June Morris Farlowe. I, Thelma Tucker, leave my wit to Faydean Strider, in hopes that she can always keep that certain boy laughing. I, Arnold McKinnon, will my popularity with the girls to Willard Cox. I, Charlie Ray Joyce, want to leave my cute smile to Frankie Hogan, who will have at least three more years around S.H.S. in which to use its charm. I, Jacksie Boone, will my best lookingnessu to some deserving girl in the Junior Class. just which one deserves it would be hard to say. I, Lonnie Voncannon, leave my ability to combine business with school to David Voncannon, who is quite a business man himself. I, Lowell Whatley, leave to Ralph Graves my good sportsmanship in basketball and other sports. I, Dora Stutts, bequeath my dependability to Thelma Luther, who is already well on her way toward earning that title for herself. I, Keith Richardson, leave to Henry Ritter my title of Best All Around . I would also like to leave my love for work and interest in my studies to Oather Auman. I. James Varner, will my ability to make friends to Recil Kearns. I, F. C. Gann, want to leave my quietness to Mr. Yount, hoping that this will have some effect and the people in the quonset hut will then be able to hear themselves. I. Lacy Scott, will my Senior Superlative, Wittiest Boy , to David Voncannon, I. Dempsey Beane, leave to Bryce Haywood my neatness. ' I, Betty Jo Brewer, leave my talent for learning English to Lula Mae Bowman. I, Farrell Davis, leave my love for the Sophomore girls to all the junior boys. I, Betty Comer, will my cuteness and my smiling disposition to Ruby Mae Simmons and Paige Hall. I, Lewis Teague, leave my dignity to Wayman Luther. I, Waymond Strider, bequeath to Clifford Lucas my friendliness. I, Breck Richardson, leave all my popularity to Garland Cole. I, Marie Richardson, leave to Edna Arrington my title, Quietest Girl . I, Wayne Hammond, leave my love for driving a school bus to Ralph Graves. I, Billy Presnell, leave my ability to learn English to Paul Payne, although Paul really doesn't need it. I, Virginia Gatlin, bequeath to Marie Hogan and Blanche Auman my friendliness and dignity. I, Jimmie Haywood, leave my love for photography to Bryce Haywood. I, Burgess Presnell, wish to leave my smooth French accent to next year's entire French class. I, George Gunter, leave all my vim, vigour, and vitality to Wilmer Kennedy. I, Charles Sugg, leave my title, Most Original , to joseph Ledwell, whose answers on class have already quite a bit of originality. To our successors we also must leave our places in the hearts of our teachers. These teachers will show them, we feel, the same kindness, and understanding they have shown us, and will bestow upon them the same untiring efforts they have made to enable us to prepare for graduation. We, the Class of 1948, do hereby set our hands and seal to this, our last will and testament, this the twenty-seventh day of May, nineteen hundred and forty eight. Compiled by GARNETT LUCAS L g RALPH SINK -451259-P

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CLASS HISTQRY It was just four short years ago when the class of '48 entered high school. It wasn't a very large class, about fifteen girls and twenty-five boys so we did not have to be divided. After much confusion and delay we took the room of Mr. William E, Williams. I-Ie told us he was to be our home room teacher for our first year in high school. Since we had had no choice in the subfects we had taken in elementary school, it was a big job to select our courses. After all of this was over, the Freshmen soon got down to work and found that the year passed quickly. Most of the boys had played basketball ever since they were old enough to go to school, so it was no surprise that several of them won letters their Freshmen year. At the end of the year everyone was looking forward to being a Sophomore. Then suddenly we were Sophomores. It seemed the first year had passed quickly. There was no Senior Class that year so we really felt like juniors. Mr. Walter N. Yount met us and told us that he would lead us for our second year in high school. Our boys made up most of the basket- ball and baseball teams. There were only about ten girls now so they did not enter into sports so enthusiastically. For their hard work some of the boys and girls received bids to the Beta Club. Suddenly everyone was shocked by the sudden death of Mr. Williams, our first year home-room teacher and our algebra teacher at this time. As the year came to a close, we could hardly believe that we were nearly half way through high school. Juniors-and it seemed good to be this far toward graduation. This was to be a big year. Our number was cut down to about thirty-three. This year we were to be under the sponsorship of Mrs. Paul T. Richardson. She was the first woman to lead us since we had entered high school. We started to carry out our Big Plans for this year when we chartered a bus to go to the North Carolina State Fair. Next came our Junior-Senior trip to Hanging Rock State Park, then the Beta Club con- vention in Wiston-Salem. Came the day for ordering our class rings. Everyone agreed on them quickly, and we were soon looking forward to the day when they would come. They came on February 14, and from then on until the last of school everybody proudly showed them off. Again this years the boys of our class had made up most of the basketball and baseball teams. Seniors!!! No one ever thought the first three years could pass so quickly. As we started on our final year, we were all looking forward to our diplomas and graduation. This year we found that we would be led by Miss Margaret Walton. The whole first team of the basketball squad came from the Senior Class. Eight of the ten bus drivers were also Seniors. Everything seemed to be hap- pening this year, the publishing of the annual, the trip to the State Fair, Junior-Senior banquet, and the Senior play. But in the midst of our good times there came sadness. One of our boys, Gene King, became seriously ill with polio. On Monday, December 1, when everyone thought him im- proved, Gene died. This was a terrible blow to all of us, who will never forget his friendly ways and happy smile. We wish to thank all of the teachers who have taught the Class of '48 for the knowledge we have gained. We sincerely hope that in the future you will be proud to have taught the members of our class. We hate to leave, but, anxious to see what is waiting for us and armed with your in- structions, we depart from Seagrove High. LowELL WHATLEY, Clam Hirzof-ian. 'fillev

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CLASS PRCDPHECY Charles, let's look in the future in the crystal ball to see if our class is really going on its trip to Mars to live together. We really are, Betty jo, and wow! just look at that enormous super-sonic airplane. Everyone is there, too. I'm as excited as if it were 1958 already. -two days later- We are there. Now let us see how every one's business is coming along. Up on top of that hill is Billy Presnell's radio station, W.P.M., CWe Protect Marstoniansl. He has a one hour program of his own, cracking some of those jokes of his that made those two hours bearable that we had under Mr. Yount. Let's peek into that shop down there where Mrs. Everett Poe, our neat little redhead, Jacksie Boone, is working as a model for Mrs. Earl Brown, the former Thelma Tucker. Thelma is designing and selling the dresses. Look coming up that round crest over there-Lowell Whatley, his wife. and three children in their new Fordolet, which he designed. He is doing rather well in the car designing business. And just look who is rounding the valley right behind him! Ralph Sink and his quartet going to the radio station. They are doing fine with their variety show. Well, shall we glance on down the street? Would you look going there! Burgess Presnell soliciting advertisements for his Mars Gazette and in his spare time he is doing a grand iob as a very persuading planet-to-planet salesman. Dora Stutts is doing fine as a typist and proof reader on this daily newspaper. There is Arnold McKinnon buying the furnishings for 'M' lovely Lady's Beauty Salon. Bet all the girls will get their hair fixed there. I suppose he is getting the equipment for the shop from Farrell Davis's Hardware. He has everything in the line of hardware that you could possibly wish. Who should that be entering that building, but Marie Richardson, manager of the cutest little tea shop in all Mars Town. Here comes Mrs. Dewey Kiser, the former Virginia Gatlin, going to work as editor-in-chief of the Marstomic Review, our monthly magazine. Garnett Lucas is keeping plenty busy, and is doing a wonderful job of keeping all of Mars Town's records and exciting events filed. Mr. and Mrs. Breck Richardson have their hands full taking care of the freight that comes in on those atomic waves from the earth, and sending back via Mars waves surplus goods from Mars Town. Please look down at George Gunter's farm. He certainly helps feed Mars Town with those vegetables and all the Mars Smokers like that fine tobacco he grows. There goes Charlie Ray Joyce to open his drug store, which is the favorite teen-ager's hang- out. Also, lots of people are going to the Drive-in-Theater and Coffee Shoppe, which was designed as a sideline by Betty Jo Brewer. She is also head librarian in the local public library. Betty Comer owns The Coffee and Doughnut Shoppe, but her time is almost fully occupied taking care of her pent house on Mangez Pateaux Street and teaching in the city high school. Keith Richardson is well liked by the Mars Town housewives because of his modern launderette. By the way, there goes Keith now, with his two little girls, up the new Mars Wave to Jimmie Haywood's Studio, where he makes beautiful pictures. Kelly Bennett owns a very nice airport and he also has a new store, where he sells Mars Midget Cars. Down there he goes now in one of his new cars to Lonnie Voncannon's atomically operated store. It is a service station and self-service grocery combined. Here comes some of the loveliest furniture. I suppose it came from Dempsey Beane's new factory and it's going to Waymond Strider's Furniture Store. All the houses here are furnished with furniture from this store. , I see Charles Sugg up there on a ladder hanging his doctor's shingle. I know he will be plenty good with eight years of studying. Do you know where Lewis Teague and his new bride are going? To see Lacy Scott as chief comedian in his latest hit - Keep Those Marstonians Laughing. He is a riot. James Varner is building one of the cutest little houses down there under the next crest. I think it is for Wayne Hammond and his new bride-to-be. Kelly sent one of his airplanes back to earth for her. Wayne is furnishing his own flowers from his florist shop. F. C. Gann, as the Mars Town Church pastor, is preparing his ceremony because he is to have the honor of officiating in this gala affair. If anyone desires more information about their future in Mars Town, see BETTY Jo BREWER, Proplnezen CHARLES SUGG, Prophet '4s313t3f-'