Siler City High School - Seniorogue Yearbook (Siler City, NC)

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CLASS FMOFHECY One sunny afternoon, as I lay on tlie beach picking u]) tlie soft, slij)})ing, white sand and letting it drift slowly through my lingers, I began to think of this sand as time. Time! slowly but surely gliding through my lingers. Yes, the sands of time arc j)assing. As my mind wanders through this labyrinth of thoughts I suddenly sec a storm approaching, the clouds slowly ] ass and I see thousands of spies. I look more closely: Soft, sli) ping silence. As my jiroplietic soul, scorning more modern aids, seeks for some sweet, ancient oracle, there s] rcads before my gaze, as through ;i mystic haze, a clear, swift juanorania. I sec now ])lainly, now dimly, but tliese things I see and show to you: A high room slowly unfolds before me and, can it be true. Yes! it is some of my chassmatt ' s of 1D3!). They are now in New York City and I see these familiar looking figures there. Anne Creswell teaching dancing in ;ui uj) town store. Er in Budd answering bells and waiting on ])atrons at the Ritz. where in the lobby I see Henry .Iordan engaged in his chief occu])ation, ch.arming the ladies. Edna Ruth Brown is .also there gi ing money to the poor. Edna Ruth is now wealthy, having j)ublishcd .a suca ' cssfid ()lumc of ])oems. M.argueritc Kennedy is working in the em))loymcnt of the National Association of Eive and Ten Cent stores. She is now a world renowned Eashion C ' ritic. At the broadcasting studio I see Martha Brower, a favorite radio artist singing her way into the heart of all America. Ah ! How (pnckly they pass before my vision. The cloud moves on and this time sto])s at the Baltimore Hospital where William Hollid.ay is an ctficient surgeon and has for his chief nurses Christine Siler and Dixie Light. Slowly the cloud mo cs. a])])earing in Chicago where I sec Doris Eox. who is in a st.ate of single blessedness but import.ant as a bat checker in a theater. Clyde Hcaden is there also .and he is now manager of the Chic.ago Cubs. Still anotber. Muriel , I ones, is seen in one of the leading stores where she is a model. The cloud moves swiftly and here arc more I would show you: Douglas Crotts, a successful college ))rofessor in Greensboro. North Carolina, .and also holding a recognized })osition in the field of Art. In this city is .Jack Garvin, who is connected with the Greensboro Daily Xexes, where he is sports editor. Ah! There in the ranks of the teachers are: Irm.a Womble and Dorothy Bray. . . . I cannot see th.at one . . . and. yes Daphne Andrew. Sixteen

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Members of the Parliament: Since their arrival in High School had been: Mr. Crutchfield, Miss Nelson, Miss Harris, Miss Rosser, Miss Hollemaii, Mr. Howard, Miss Stinson, Miss Sheppard who later became Mrs. Martin, Miss Marshburn and Mrs. Howard, Miss Mdlson who now is Mrs. Hinshaw and Mr. Stahl. The trip to Senior Land seemed shorter than their former trijis. Each one had said, “It will be an honor to sit in the Senior row and say, I am the Junior of yesterday, the dignified Senior of today.’’ This time they again elected Baird Paschal, president; Muriel Jones, vice president; Irene Cooper, secretary; and William Holliday, treasurer. They were well represented in the Glee Club and Athletic Clid). Being industrious workers. Pres- ident Baird Paschal called a class meeting. Miss Holleman, their honorary member of ]iarliament, was there, and it was decided to jiut out a class annual. The Sexiorogue. An Annual Staff was immediately formed, whicli consisted of the following: Baird Paschal, Anna Dixon, Mary Lane Siler, C. C. Brewer, Jr., Emmie Dark, Alice Brady, Billy Brady, Banks Fox, Irene Cooper, William Holliday, and Muriel Jones. Three plays were given to help raise money for tlie annual. They were: “Balky Courtship,’’ “The Ghost Mkilks Fast,” and “Rumors Wanted.” On November (i the class was presented tickets to the Carolina- ’.P.I. football game to he at tlie Carolina stadium at Chapel Hill. In spite of the rain, it was a glorious day. On December .5 some of them went to Chapel Hill again; it rained, hut they didn’t mind the weather. The president of the United States was going to make an address. So hard did it rain that only a few, including Alice Brady and Baird Paschal, class sjmnsors, were able to see President Roosevelt during the address due to the change of location for delivery. It was at first planned to be at the stadium but because of the rain the place was changed to the gymnasium. This time the Kno-Wit-Awl was under the direction of: Anne Cresswell, Editor-in-Chief ; Muriel Jones, Society Editor; Alice Brady, Comic Artist; Billy Brady, Dorothy Bray, Dixie Light, Irene Coojier, and Martha Brower, reporters; Doris Fox, Business Manager; Helen Fogleman, Circulation Manager. This year the activity period was adajRed into the school curriculum. With it came new clidis such as the Leather Craft (Boys and Girls), Home Economics, and Dramatics which later united with the Debating Club and became the Dram-Bate Club. Staff meetings were held and the Band, Glee Club, and Athletic organizations resumed their work of the year before. Now the fourth and last year of the .iourney has drawn to a close. The travelers have reached the goal — the Distant Land for which they embarked four years ago. They have made many friends along the way. So, with reluctance, the Seniors hid adieu to dear old Siler City High, and thus begin their cruise over the deep waters of Life to the land called world. Marth. Brower. Historian. ► (SB Class Poem As we stroll along the campus greens Our girls remind us of queens M’ith yellow roses in their hair And happiness high in the air. The boys, too, are looking very fine They’ll keep their motto all the time Excelsior Semper, Higher Always Has helped them through their high school days. Black and gold before them shine As they form a graceful line To reach their utmost desire Amid applause of each proud sire. Our diplomas will help us through When we are trying to be true; Friends and enemies all alike W ' ill help to make our lives more bright. ClIRISTIXE SlI.ER, Poet. Fifteen

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The cloud suddenly turns to Pliiladel])hia where I find Baird Paschal scaling the heights of fame as a prominent memher of the Bar. Charlotte Moody, enjoying the realization of the ambition that she has long cherished — that of being a dietitian in the leading hotel. C. C. Brewer is there too, having obtained the })osition of a banker. Irene Cooper is a famous matli teacber in the school. Harold and Hawley Teague working for Uncle Sam as pilots for the United States Postoftice. Curtis Budd is hailed on the radio as the greatest comedian since the time of Zazu Pitts. The cloud travels toward our home town when it sto})S for a moment in Durham. There I find Nydia Dark leader of the Duke University Band. Mary Lane Siler is dietitian at the Washington-Duke Hotel. Helen Fogleman is head of “A School for Unmarried Ladies,” where one learns the Line Art of Living Alone. Helen Frances Smith is leading clerk in Kress’s store. Flinmie Dark is an etticient teacher at Duke University. Reaching Siler City, I find Walker Brewer a mechanic in the F ' ord Garage. Anna Dixon is Home Flconomics teacher in the Siler City High School. Eugene Fox is soda jerker in Fldward ' s Drug Store. Billy Brady is the owner of the Brady’s Flower Sho]), and Harold Kennedy now owner of the leading Theater in town. Suddenly the cloud breaks and travels swiftly to California where I see Billy Wh ite coining on the air, now as famous as Tommy Dorsey once was. Alice Brady is dress designer for Joan Bennett. Thad Ellis is working on the movie lot as stand in. Richard Siler is a famous jockey on the race track. Ray Sizemore and Banks I ox are running a drug store combined with a dance hall where all the movie stars stop in for drinks and to dance. My vision grows dim. I see, faintly William Honbarger starting on one of his famous tours of lecturing in a political campaign. There is a strong wind. . . . Yes . . . was it my face? Dear, dear to think that I couldn’t find out my fate. The sand lightly slips back into place and I can tell no more. Ob ! for another look into the future. But I guess that my chance is gone. Soft, slipping, silently the sand has disappeared. Gertrude Greene, Prophrf. Seventeen