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

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Item XII-I, Barbara Brewer, leave unto La Nilta Brady, my good luck to be- come engaged during my Senior year. Item XIII-I, Dalton Marsh, leave the bass drum to anyone big enough to handle it. Item XVI-I, Lee Fox, leave unto Franklin Jones my ability to get along with all the girls. Oh Frankie 5 they are so nice! Item XV4I, Jimmy Beane, leave unto Barclay Vann my bashful ways. fOh Gosh! Here comes a girlj Item XVI--I, Carrie Lee Ferguson, leave unto Rachel Barker my job of taking up bean tickets for the lunchroom. Item XVII--I, Sylvia O'Connor, leave my ability to give recitations to my sister, Shirley. Talk well and loud, Shirley. Item XVIII-I, Daisy Jean Lowe, leave my ability to write poems to Nancy Pritchard. Item XIX-I, Homer Hall, leave my ability to chew gum in school to anyone lucky enough to get by with it. Item XX-I, Maurice Garrett, leave my 6' 3 height to Bill Inscoe. Come on, Shorty, and begin growing. Item XXI-I, Josephine Fields, leave unto Florence Elkins my fondness for a short hair-cut. It's a lot cooler, Florence. Item XXII-I, Betty Jean Scott, leave unto Becky McKenzie my empty seat in shorthand. I just couldn't learn it, Becky! Item XXIII-I, Anne Capps, leave unto Nellie Grace Scott my big feet. A good foundation helps, Nellie, even if there isn't much above it. Item XXIV-I, Edna Earle Braiford, leave unto Helen Lemons my job of selling popcorn at the theater. Keep it popping, Hel'en! Item XXV-I, Baxter Reitzel, leave unto Odell Tillman my straight, long hair. It keeps you warm. Odell! Item XXVI-I, Geraldine Scott, leave unto Frances Fitts my eagerness to play basketball. Just beat Goldston, and I'll be satisfied. Item XXVII--I, Tommie Burke, leave my ability to outrun anyone in Siler City to Jimmy Hancock. You need a good Ford, Jimmy. Item XXVIII-I, Arm Clark, leave unto Peggy Paschal my talent to sing. Let's hear the scale, Peggy. Item XXIX-I, Gilbert Buckner, leave unto Jimmy Hancock my long hair. It will -help to shade your ears, Flop. Item XXX-I, Libby Plummer, leave unto Joan Hellard my ability to play the piano. Practice, practice, practice! Item XXXI-I, P-atsy Wood, leave unto Ann Burke my absentmindness. Item XXXII-I, Guy Burke, leave unto Rowland Thomas, Jr. my job working at Taylor's Drug. I've been trying to break him in. 23

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T WILL A D TE TAME T NORTH CAROLINA CHATHAM CoUN'rY We, the Senior Class of the Siler City High School, County of Chatham, and State of North Carolina, being of sound mind and memo-ry, do hereby make, publish, and declare this to be our last will and testament, hereby revoking any will or wills heretofore made by us. ARTICLE I Iiem I-We, the Senior Class, leave unto the whole school and teachers our voices, laughter in the halls, and all our good times, hoping they will forget the bad, of which there is much. Item II-We leave unto the Juniors our hope that their Senior Year will be as happy and wonderful as ours. May they do a good job of carrying on where we left off. Item III-We leave unto the Sophomores the ability to study hard, play fair, and in two more years become dignified Seniors. Item IV-We leave unto the Freshmen the grand ability to become Seniors by working hard and holding to their high ideals. Though the way ahead seems long, it will be there all too soon. ARTICLE II Item I-I, Bill Elder, leave my tardy record to sister Dot. Just keep up the way you are going now, Dotg and it wil'l be easy to hold. Item II-I, Nell Smith, leave my title as wittiest to anyone who gets as much out of life as I do. Item III-I, Billie Jo Bray, leave my horse laugh to Blanche 'Wi1liams. Keep up the work, Big 'Un. You've already had practice. Item I V-I, Irene Trogdon, leave unto Joan Hellard my ability to make A+ on Shorthand. Practice makes perfect, Joan. Item V-I, Ben Boren, will my ability to get caught by a patrolman to Harold Phillips. Better trade that Chevrolet for a Ford, Harold. Item VI-I, Clara Adcock, leave unto Barclay Vann my A's on conduct. Why talk so much, Barclay? Item VII-I, Nancy London, leave unto Blanche Williams my South Boston accent. Hope she can use it. Item VIII-I, Dorothy Dean Yow, leave unto Norma Jean Siler my loud, talkative ways. What say, Norma Jean? Can you use them? Item IX-I, Mary Lee Elkins, leave unto sister Florence my love for football players. They sure are cute. Item X-I, Eugene Patterson, leave unto Treva Gee my ability to make A's on Economics. Let's study a littl'e more, Treva. Item XI-I, Margie Paschal, leave my ability to drive a school bus to any girl who is lucky enough to get the job. 22

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Item XXXIII-I, Nettie Ann Crisson, leave unto Gloria Taylor my ability to be happy-go-lucky. Chin up, Gloria. Item XXXIV-I, Danny Roberts, leave unto brother Eddie by basketball suit. Make good use of it, Eddie. Item XXXV--I, Shirley Adcock, leave unto any Junior my ability to understand French and to use it correctly. It isn't hard at all. QU Item XXXVI-I, Ollie Mae Brewer, leave unto Shirley O'Connor my few extra pounds. Better start eating, Shirley! Item XXXVII-I, France Jordan, leave my privilege of attending this fine school, with its teachers and friends, to all those who enter it to follow this higher way of life. Item XXXVIII--I, Lucille Jones, leave unto Christine Barker my love for Fords, VVatch the black ones, Christine. Item XXXIX-I, Anne Straughan, leave unto Elizabeth Boling my short stature. Better stop growing now, Elizabeth, before you get too tall. In testimony whereof, We, the said Senior Class of the Siler City High School, constitute this our last will and testament and do hereunto set our hands and seals this 21st day of May, 1952. LIBBY PLUMMER Testa-tor lVitne.s-ses! 'THOMAS C. ALSTON FREDDY H. Pos'roN, JR. CLASS PUEM Our High School days are almost over And soon we'll have to say goodbye . . . This I know will mean much sadness, Every one will want to cry. 'Tis both a sad and wonderful feeling To be a graduate of Siler City High. We had a motto-from the beginning: To study hard and always try. Along with our happy moments Hard work we never plan to stop . . . We'll always use our education To climb upward to the top. Jeanne Lowe Class Poet 24