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

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PROPHECY SHADES OF BUCK ROGERS! Here I am on my rocket ship heading for Alaska. Cruising along at a slow rate of 1,000 miles per hour, I think back on my days in school. My, that was a fine graduating class of mine back in the year ’48. I believe I’ll tune in on my television set, that great invention by Bobby Gene Johnson, and see what all the members of that class are doing now. Goodness! I see a whole group of them out in sunny California! Clyde Whitley must have learned a lot by being head of our class. Here he is president of the University of Southen California, and is he a big success! And look over there — handsome Jack Allred and his cute bride, Bobbie Jean Fields. Jack’s a leading star at Dewey Dowd’s movie studio. Also in Hollywood, Donald White is a famous playboy celebrity. And Rachel Phillips has a “figure building” business there. Wow! She had enough of a figure already. I don’t see any other familiar faces or names. I believe I’ll punch this button. My, what do we have here? New York City with all its attrac- tions. There’s Babe Whitt posing for a picture in a bathing suit. Of course — she’s a very much sought-after model. Is that Clara Gilbert on the stage of the Metropolitan? She’s practicing for a new opera about to open, and she has one of the leading roles. There’s Marshale Moody. She’s a lawyer there in New York. She hasn’t lost a case yet. Mary Harris has made a name for herself too as a singer — only, she wins her popularity in a swanky night club. Clyde Williams owns a huge rocket designing company. His plant is located near the big city. He is reported to be one of the richest men in the world. Now what is that going on over there at Madison Square Garden? Why, it’s George Davis doing some of his stunts as a star pilot in Billy Clapp’s huge air show. I’ve heard they travel all over the world. I believe I’ll turn back home for a peep. What do you know! Several of my class have stuck to good old North Carolina. There’s Ray Smith lecturing to a geometry class. He’s a professor at Duke University. What a change he has made in his ambitions. I think that little house over there belongs to Emily Williams. I see that she finally married and moved to Pittsboro. Doris Hancock isn’t a career woman either. She married a certain guy we used to tease her about and lives in Siler City. Come to think of it, I’ve heard quite a bit of news lately of other mem- bers of my class. Nellie Gee is the head nurse in a modern hospital in 18

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We had a wonderful football team this year despite the fact that most of the players were new. The stars from our class were Jack Allred, Buddy McLaughlin, and Gyles Buckner. The splendid record at the end of the season was six victories, one tie, and two losses. What a basketball team the girls had this year. It seemed that since three of our main players, Doris, Sarah, and Emma Jean, were graduating, they played their very best at every game. Congratulations to a fine spirit of good sportsmanship. The boys team also showed a fine example of cooperation and fair play and won recognition throughout the county. The Juniors gave us a wonderful Junior-Senior Banquet. It almost swept us off our feet. I had never seen so many beautiful evening gowns, and some of the boys were hard to recognize because they looked so hand- some. We thoroughly enjoyed the occasion, and after pondering over the matter, it is hard to decide which was more fun — giving a banquet or being honored at one. Our Senior play also created a lot of excitement in our room. As usual, the cast did most of the real work, although all the rehearsals were fun — to say nothing about good excuses for unstudied lessons. The cast gave an excellent performance, but it was experience for the whole class. Had it not been for the helpful assistance of the stage committee, the advertis- ing committee, the ushers, the makers of the costumes and the programs, our play couldn’t have gone over as successfully as it did. We all gave a sigh of relief when every duty had been performed, and the curtain had fallen on the last act of our play. We felt that it was a big success, and no one regretted having worked so hard to make it so. Then came commencement night. How dignified we felt in our caps and gowns as we marched down the aisle that night of graduation! It seemed almost unbelievable that our class was finishing high school. For the first time many of us realized that we had grown up. As we walked across the stage to receive our diplomas from Mr. Braxton, a lump rose in every throat, for we realized that the exams and all the other hard things had led us to this last occasion which meant good-bye to our school and our childhood as well. A wonderful mixture of regret and pride swept over us when we walked out of our school for the last time to face an entirely new life for which we had earnestly been preparing. Clara Gilbert, Historian. SCHOOL MEMORIES For twelve long years we’ve labored here To bring this school good will and cheer, To help the pupils and friends so kind To live a life that is sublime. The time of parting has drawn nigh, And we face a future with books laid by; Right now this seems a happy year; To leave this school — a school so dear. We wish to thank you every one For all the happy years of fun; So in everything we strive to do We’ll give the credit right back to you. Emogene Dixon, Class Poet. 17

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Chicago. And Buddie McLaughlin has finally made good. He’s the head football coach at Illinois, expecting to produce a fine team this year. Marcelene Stanley never quite forgot her days in Oklahoma City, so she went back to run a modern new hotel. Emogene Dixon is there too, running a beauty parlor. Clifton Ward owns a huge stock ranch in Dallas, Texas, supposed to be the largest in the world. Annie Jean Cheek has become a Mrs. whose husband is very successful in the financial world. They live in Kansas City. Frances Elkins is the secretary for a huge business cor- poration in Tulsa. Pauline Inglett went down Florida way, where she is a cigarette girl in one of the night spots of Miami. Betty Rogers is still small, but she gets around in a large way. She’s married to a big business man in Portland, Oregon. She travels every- where. And Mildred Kennedy went with Nancy Langley to be stenog- raphers for a factory in Helena, Montana. I believe I’ll consult the television again. There’s Martha White walk- ing across the campus of University of Tennessee. Maybe she’s on her way to a certain football game. Now what is this I see! Surely it isn’t Ruby Blair sitting on her boss’s knee, diligently practicing her shorthand! Why we always t hought Emily was the flirt of our class. Belle Henderson finally outgrew Pittsboro. She’s at the University of Virginia where she’s nearing completion of an auditor’s course. I see another University--- Michigan. There’s Jean Churchill, a dignified professor of English — and liking it too. Now I see the bright neon signs in front of a picture show. And Julia Stout, of all people, is running it — way out in Wisconsin. Now, what? Nurse Rachel Hall quietly closing the maternity room door of a hospital in St. Louis — with something in her arms. A baby? No, on second glance, I see it’s a doctor! My she’s become really efficient in her endeavor to be a nurse. There’s Emma Jean Dark walking along the street in Chicago. So that’s the reason Buddie got that coaching job. And now I see a perform- ance of Barnum and Bailey’s huge circus. They tell me Betty Lou Burke is one of the star performers and has just been everywhere there is to go that’s interesting. Well, I really believe that’s about all I can see now, so I’ll take it easy the rest of my trip. I’ll just look at the blue sky above me and the outline of the snow-covered ground below. How unusual this Alaska scenery is! Gyles Buckner, Prophet. 19