Selma High School - Senoca Yearbook (Selma, NC)

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Ill 'NIRY - I940-1952 Unlike many future Senior classes, the '52 class was not the least bit timid or frightened as it made its way into the SHS first grade class rooms. Most people agree that even now we have changed only in minor ways. For instance, Gracie McDuffie was taller than Faye Peedin that first eventful year, but weights and heights aren't really the important historical significance of thisdthe l952 gradu- ating class. We learned our A B C's especially fast for a class of our mentality and gradually advanced in the success of our education, Some still have-well not such pleasant memories of Miss Almond's third grade closet, but as a whole we were a civic-minded group Winning the scrap paper drive in the fifth grade and selling candy for the Ped Cross were some of our contributions. With the same unfaltering spirit of our first years we entered our freshman year in the fall of '48, and promised ourselves that we would be the most outstanding class ever to adorn the cap and gown of Selma High. Known for our determination, we haven't failed ourselves of our expectations as yet. Our freshman year was filled with many outstanding events There was the time when l.ib Woodall was elected 'Vice President of the United States on the Country Hick ticket: Of course she first de- feated Stephen Brannan of Civicrats. We also were, and still are, the first class in history to have re- ceived a personal letter from the daughter of the United State's President, The Selma High Freshmen received a letter from MargaretTruman herself in reply to congratulations note sent to her after the victorious election of Mr. Truman as President. Miss Edith Stephenson and Mr, H, V. Payne were our sponsors and Shirley Brown and Bobby Broad- well were marshals. We were at last upper-classmen when we reached our sophomore year. Sponsors were Mrs. Wade Peterson and Mrs. Mary Lou Roberson. Our dramatic ability shone forth in a Halloween Minstrel where we actually made more money than the senior class. lt was a big hit all of us agreedl Several classmates were waiters and waitresses at the Junior-Senior Banquet, and the social calen- dar was topped with a wiener roast at Holt Lake. Bobby Broadwell, Shirley Brown, and Faye Peedin were marshals Our Junior year was cram-packedi' with outstanding happenings. The tacky party after a con- tested magazine campaign was fun-filled evening, climaxed with Catherine Phillips and Stan Stanfield were chosen as winners. Behind the puzzling title, Bolts and Nuts, was the funniest comedy ever to be presented on the SHS stage, This big hit was our Junior Class Play, of course. The Junior-Senior Banquet was really a big affair taking place in the 'lStork Club with an Orches- tra and all the trimmings. Marshals for the year were Shirley Brown, Chief, Bobby Broadwell, Faye Peedin, and Helen Jernigan, Mrs. Wade Peterson and Mrs. John R. Boyd were our sponsors. Surviving the first year of French, Geometry, and all the other junior activities, we finally became seniors, the dignified, with Miss Nan Wilkinson as our sponsor. Our version of The Big Show with Tallulah Bankhead, none other than Sue Massey, was a great success at the Halloween Carnival. We gave the school three officers of the first Student Council ever organized in Selma High, Bobby Broadwell, President, Stan Stanfield, Sergeant-at-Arms, and Shirley Brown, Treasurer. Our class mascots, Flo Price and Doug Creech, have been chosen, and our class is publishing the l952 edition on the Senoca. As this history is written we have yet our last Junior-Senior to attend, our class play is in the future, and we are yet to adorn the cherished SHS cap and gown. Historians: Shirley Brown, Gracie McDuffie

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PIIIIPIIEIIY Relaxing in my penthouse apartment after a hard day at the office, I glanced through the New York Times to see if I could find out who won the National Beauty Contest, Joann Pulley or Elizabeth Woodall, This column is written by Shirley Brown, the society editor for the paper She also has the lonely hearts column, I can't understand why she hasn't answered my letter, Before I could read the results of the beauty contest, I was startled to see the pictures of Shirley Crabtree and Coy Morgan co-starring in The Great Lovers My, I thought to myself, I knew them in the good ole' days, and I can't afford to miss it, I rang for a taxi and put on my kiss-proof lipstick, because Virgil Wilkins, the elevator boy, is read- ing Romeo and Julietf' Stepping out to the street, Stephen Brannan, my taxi driver, was there wait- ing for me, , Upon arriving, I saw Sue Massey, Gracie McDuffie, Lillie Faye Poole, and Jean I-Ienry waiting for anybody to take them to the premiere. And who other should be selling tickets than Catherine Phillips and LaVerne I-linton, They told me that they took in at least a thousand dollars a night Of course, it is necessary to take in that much money to keep Albert Wesley Brown, the Producer, in spending money. Glacing in his office, I saw three secretaries, Frances Edwards, Patricia Fail, and Edna Earle Wall, It takes three to keep up with his women and money. Going on through the lobby, I was not surprised to find Walter Stanfield in the lounge sleeping his cares away. Occasionally he drowns his sorrows since he lost his job as postman. Since the crowd was hurrying in, I decided to be ushered in before the theatre was filled. I-landing my ticket to Billy Wall, chief usher, I was escorted down the aisle, and who other should I get a seat beside than Frances Deans and Mary Elizabeth Mitchell Frances' love affairs seemed to be the main topic of conversation during the entire play. The play was remarkably good, and I went backstage during intermission to congratulate everybody. On my way, I was practically knocked down by Eugene Thornton, the star comedian of the in-between- act performances. Going backstage, I found W, A. Parrish, the electrician, very excited because Jimmy Barbee had blown a fuse. The lighting effects were a little off, but Jimmy declares he didn't go to sleep. I-low could he with Peggy Stone somewhere in the audience, The scenery and artistic work was beauti- fully done by I-lubert Cooper and I-larvey Earle Edwards, While talking with Bobby Broadwell, the direc- tor, I found that he was very proud of his cast and also his newly grown beard. I-Ie finally got his wish, a beard and an electric razor. Since Helen Jernigan had given the signal for the music to begin, I hurried back to the auditorium, I was ushered to my seat by Eardith Jones. No sooner had I gotten seated, than about a dozen people wanted to get by After the children had stepped on and over my toes, I recognized their parents to beg Lois Ann Barnes lStrickIandI and her husband, and Nancy I-latcher lCarterl and her husband, After much confusion they all got seated. Waiting for the play to begin, I was completely showered with popcorn. Turning around, I saw Lou Nell Parrot's fl-linnantl and Sarah Faye Rittenburgs iRoseI two little boys playing horse-shoe with the feather on my hat, The second act was equally as good as the first. AI Jolson, none other than that famous celebrity, Milton Capps, rang the curtains down by singing You Made Me Love You. Stopping in the lounge to call a taxi, I noticed that something was missing---Stanfield, I-Iere he comes with his face all smiles and a broom in each hand, Upon questioning him, I found that he had secured a job-head janitor. I hurried out since my cab was waiting for me Faye Peedin Coy Morgan