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

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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

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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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on his dude ranch near Austin, Texas. George Phillips is his foreman; and here also is Polly Darden, vacationing from her job as commercial teacher in a Texas college. In the nation’s capital in Washington I see Estelle Brooks doing secre- tarial work. David McPherson is coaching baseball at State College. Lib Rowland has a promising career as a dram.atic teacher at a school for girls. Slowly the vision grows dim, and I can see nothing. But then there appears, very faintly, another familiar face. It’s Palmer Whitt, who is manager of a modern theater in Atlanta, Georgia. And Tom Brady is there, too, a very successful druggist. In a sudden shifting of the clouds, my vision moves quickly back to good old North Carolina. Dimly I see the skyline of Greensboro, where Mack Gee owns a department store. Rachel Whitehead is a secretary in a large business firm. Earl Fitts is a reporter for the Greensboro Daily News, and Bobby Holt is manager of Coble’s Sporting Goods Store. Billy Payne is in the furniture business, with Clyde Dowd a salesman and Rebecca Straughn as his secretary. Ruby Lois Dixon is teaching English at Woman’s College. The vision passes on swiftly, and I catch a fleeting glimpse of Duke Hospital, where Ann Stone is dietitian and Mozelle Gilliland a nurse. Moving quickly to our home town, I see very clearly for a few minutes. Frank Brooks is a druggist in his father’s store. Ella George Mclver and Ercelle Culberson operate a swanky ladies’ dress shop. Brady’s garage has an expert mechanic in Ralph Tysor. Taking up the teaching profes- sion at the local high school are Jean Freeman and Barbara Ann Burke. Also in our home town I find Margaret Headen and Betty Thomas operating a beauty salon, and Jean McPherson a clerk in the postoffice. Ah! The enchanting sights grow dim and appear no more. What does the future hold for me? That I cannot see. The mystic haze has lifted, and I see nothing but the surging blue waters. C. K. Siler, Prophet. 19