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

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Our class welcomed this year seven veterans who had had their schooling interrupted by the war. On September 28 the Seniors went to Chapel Hill for Senior Day. In the afternoon, we saw the Carolina-V.P.I. football game, and enjoyed it, although we were all drenched with rain that fell to relieve the heat of the September sun. The boys’ football team won quite a name for itself this year, winning the Class B championship. Members of our class who played football were: Jesse Milliken, C. K. Siler, Billy Lee Phillips, Billy Holt, Norman Jordan, John Emerson, Milo Holt, Charles Wrenn, Curtis Harris, Palmer Whitt, Charlie Moffitt, and Buddy McLaughlin. Our boys also won again the county championship in basketball. The fol- lowing class members played: C. K. Siler, Curtis Harris, Frank Brooks, Buddy McLaughlin, Norman Jordan, Charles Wrenn, and John Emerson. The girls won second place in the county tournament. On March 14, the Senior class went to Raleigh. There we attended a session of the Senate, viisted the State Prison, the State School for the Blind, the Hall of History, and the Museum. The annual Junior-Senior banquet was held on April 18. This was the first banquet held in two years, and consequently the first we had at- tended. The humdrum old lunchroom looked like a real fairyland all decked out, and all of us felt that we looked sort of elegant, too, in our finery. Before we realized it, it was time for those much-dreaded exams. We breathed a sigh of relief when they were over, and we found that we had sailed through successfully. Looking back, we remember the road was sometimes rough and seemed to stretch endlessly to an unattainable goal. But for all that, we are now better prepared for that longer and more earnest journey — life. Ruby Lois Dixon. CLASS POEM Time is passing with our youth And many joys of early life; In school we’ve pondered books of truth And triumphed over strife. We’ve had our fun, we’ve had our care In those school days gone by; We learned to help, to give and share In everything we try. With memories instilled deep inside The past is but a sort of dream. We look ahead with joy and pride To prove that things are what they seem. Polly Darden. 17

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CLASS HISTORY TWELVE years ago, September 16, 1935, was an important date for most of our class members, for that was the day we started to school. Some of us went to the Henry Siler School, and some to Siler City High School. Others were enrolled at different places but later moved here. After the seven grades of elementary school had been completed, the Henry Siler students transferred to the High School. That was certainly a proud day. We saw many new faces and met new teachers and students, and many lasting friendships were made. Ours was the first class to enter the new eighth grade, added because of the adoption of the twelve-year system. All of us were confused, and a little of our pride at being in tbe high school left us on the first day we had classes. We changed rooms and teachers for every class, and in- variably we found ourselves at one end of the hall when we were expected at the other. But we soon recovered our self-possession and felt that we were very grown-up. Miss Amick and Miss King were our supervisors in the eighth grade. We elected Jean Goode class president. Those nine months finally passed somehow or other and most of us were promoted. Before we realized it, we heard school bells ringing again, and this time we were really in high school — the ninth grade. Of course, we were still freshmen, but not such green ones — at least we didn’t think so. Mrs. Lane and Miss Reid were our leaders for this term, and we elected John Emerson as president. For our sophomore year. Miss Farrell and Miss Caviness were our home- room teachers. Frank Brooks, Jr., was made president. Nothing so out- standing happened to us this year. Another school year and another vacation passed quickly and we found ourselves juniors. Mrs. Hardee was our homeroom teacher this year, and we were all together in one room for the first time. Ruby Lois Dixon was president. Our boys’ and girls’ basketball teams won the county championship, and we were very proud of them. Members of our class who played were: Boys, C. K. Siler, Curtis Harris, Frank Brooks, Buddy McLaughlin, Norman Jordan, Billy Holt, Charles Wrenn, and John Emerson. Girls, Dolores Cranford, Margaret Headen, and Elaine Hancock. “No Foolin’!’’ was our Junior play. The following were members of the cast: Rebecca Straughan, Jane Maness, Ella George Mclver, Curtis Harris, Bobby Holt, Ruby Lois Dixon, Jean Goode, Ed Clapp, Margaret Headen, Billy Payne, Wayne Brewer, Dolores Cranford, C. K. Siler, and Frank Brooks. We enjoyed it not only because we had so much fun pre- paring it, but because we made some much-needed money. With lessons and holidays and fun the year passed. After another short vacation, we reached the coveted Seniorland, through which Miss Holleman led us. This year was our busiest. Dwight Beane was our president. 16

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CLASS PROPHECY ONE RADIANT, sunny afternoon I find myself on the beautiful sands of Miami. The ever-rolling waves break on the smooth, glistening sand. Dreamingly I lie here, and the splashing waters bring many mysterious and exciting visions. These sights are of the incomparable future. Can they be true? Yes, surely they must be. My prophetic mind is filled with all the familiar faces of my graduating class of ’47. From these strange visions there ap- pears the future — a very promising one — for my classmates. Ah! First there appears class president, Dwight Beane, a veteran test pilot at Wright Field. In New York City I see Jean Goode, who is a famous opera star, and Curtis Harris, who has just finished another of his weekly radio broadcasts as a singing star. So these two have really fulfilled a destiny in the musical world. At Johns Hopkins Hospital in Baltimore, Charles Wrenn is now head surgeon, with Jane Maness and Elaine Hancock efficient nurses. Norman Jordan is physical education instructor at the University of Maryland, where Billy Lee Phillips teachers forestry. The vision moves west to Chicago where I find Jesse Milliken a prominent lawyer, with Doris Scott as his private secretary. Dolores Cranford is modeling for a leading dress designer, Jean Brewer. Wayne Brewer is a journalist for the Chicago Tribune. My! Chicago seems to have a big share in our future. The vision moves swiftly on and reappears far away in sunny California. Rawdon Vann is a movie extra for Columbia studios. And just finishing another comedy hit are the Holt Brothers. I look closely, and who should they be but Milo and Billy, who are hailed as the best since Abbott and Costello. John M. Johnson is chief mechanic in the Boeing Aircraft plant, of which Edwin Clapp is superintendent. The vision grows dim, and then brightens to show me John Emerson 18