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

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Item 30 — I, Carlene Dixon, leave unto Patricia Smith my ability to have fun along with making good grades. Yes, it can be done. Item 31 — I, Anne Burke, leave unto Jenny Elder the chance to become drum majorette next year. I’ve really enjoyed it, but changes must come. Item 32 — I, Harold Marsh, leave my job of fixing the typewriters, dictaphones, and sewing machines unto anyone who can continue to keep them in usuable condition after I’m gone. It’s a big job. Item 33 — I, Nannie Mae Stanley, leave unto Betty Sue Phillips my quiet ways. You might have to use some tape, Betty. Item 34 — I, James Andrews, leave unto Pat Duncan my black hair. It might take some “color-back” to do the job, Pat. Item 35 — I, Bobby Lambert, leave unto Kenneth McPherson my six feet and five inches. It’s good sometimes to be able to look down on things. Item 36 — I, Dave Smart, leave unto Charles Scott my northern accent. It is in very good condition. Item 37 — I, Frances Dixon leave unto Betty Jean Craven my love for Charlotte. Item 38 — I, Howard Frazier, leave my love for all sports unto anyone who desires them. Item 39 — I, Joanne Clarke, leave unto Amber Morris my “giggles.” (Not that she needs them, but I must leave them behind.) Item 40 — I, Harold Milholen, leave unto David Johnson my ability to grow long, wavy hair. It’s lots cheaper than having hair cuts, David. Item 41 — I, Barbara Walston, leave unto Carolyn Beaty and Sonny Resch my good times. Keep up the good work, kids. Item 42 — I, Paul Braxton, leave imto Richard Clapp my position as quarter-back. I’ve enjoyed it. Item 43 — I, Ruth Thompson, leave my understanding of Shakespeare unto the seniors of next year. You’ll need it! Signed, sealed, declared and published this twenty-fifth day of May, nineteen hundred and fifty-three by the Siler City High School as our last will and testament. LaNilta Brady T estator Witnesses: Mrs. J. D. Norwood Miss Ruth Smith Mrs. Jim Lane 28

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Item 11 — I, Frances Fitts, leave unto Rosa Ruth Frazier my love for basketball. Win that trophy next year, Rosa. Item 12 — I, J. C. Mendenhall, leave unto Jimmy Brooks my French book. Comprenez-vous votre lecon pour aujourd’hui, mon vieux.? Mais oui! Item 13 — I, Pete Durham, leave unto Mr. Halverson a recording of my voice so he can listen to it until he is 180 years old. Item 14 — I, Blanche Williams, leave unto Norma Jean Siler my ability to have fun wherever I am. It’s really worth it, in spite of the bad conduct grades. Item 16 — I, Gloria Taylor, leave unto brother Robert my love of talking in study hall. It’s lots more fun than studying, Robert. Item 16 — I, Nancy Pritchard, leave unto DaiEe Smith my typewriter. When it won’t backspace; just mash a little harder, and it will. Item 17 — I, Franklin Jones, leave unto Bob Spence my big ears. They eatch sounds better — in French class especially. Item 18 — I, Naomi Culberson, leave unto my sister Pauline my love for bringing the car to school. She’d better learn to drive first, though. Item 19 — I, Joyce Lee Brooks, leave unto Gail Jenkins my ability to have a perfect attendance record in high school. Keep up the good work, Gail. Item 20 — I, Joyce Webster, leave unto Peggy Johnson my love for chewing gum in school. It’s fun, even though the teachers don’t approve of it. Item 21 — I, Nellie Haith, leave unto Anne Joyce my 22-inch waist line. You’ll have to stop eating sweets, Anne. Item 22 — I, Margaret Wright, leave unto Herman Harris my chemistry book. (All the answers are written in it, I think.) Item 23 — I, Treva Gee, leave unto Eloise Phillips my shorthand notes. You’d better write ’em so you can read ’em, Eloise, I can’t. Item 24 — I, Odell Tillman, leave unto Jackie Gurley my ability to stay out of school and get by with it, or did I ? Item 25 — I, Guy Dowd, leave unto Jackie Staunton my love for basketball and baseball. They really brighten up the dull days. Item 26 — I, Leroy Pittman, leave Michael Duncan my footbaU uniform. (Only slightly torn and stretched.) Item 27 — I, Geraldine Smith, leave unto Helen Thomas my shorthand book and my ability to learn from it. You’ll have to study “real” hard, Helen. Item 28 — I, Dorothy Paschal, leave unto Judy Boling my long hair. You can tie it back when you play basketball, Judy. Item 29 — I, Janice Truelove, leave rmto Edna Ruth Siler my title as most courteous. Please keep it in good condition. 27

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Class Prophecy Dear Diary, Today was really a strange and exciting one. Who would have dreamed this mornin g that I would accidentally hear about or see all my classmates of ten years ago before I picked you up tonight. Very early today when I went shopping, I stopped in Bobby Lambert’s 5-10-25c Store and overheard two clerks talking about Naomi Culberson’s race car, the Whirlwind, breaking down. She’s the world’s fastest lady hell-driver, you know, and she must have been worried about it. But it was good to hear that Harold Marsh got it tuned up in time for her next race. (He’s such a good mechanic, you know.) I walked around that counter and humped into Joanne Clark and Gloria Taylor, two school teachers, discussing their pupils. Joanne was telling Gloria that the only way she could make her students behave was to threaten to read Shakespeare to them, and that always did the trick. Frances Fitts, the girls’ basketball coach at Dix Hill School, was Out on the street; and she told me that Harold Phillips, head football coach, and Dot Elder, the Home Economics teacher, had eloped and left Marvin Langley, another football coach, in charge of the team until Harold got back from his honeymoon. I wonder how long that will be ! I also met Franklin Jones, a big executive of the “Blare” Recording Company, who invited me into James Andrews’ Hot-Dog Parlor for a coke and to listen to the latest “Blare” recording. When the radio was turned on, we heard J. C. Mendenhall, the famous disc- jockey, anouncing the newest rage, Blanche Williams, singing “Does Spearmint Lose Its Flavor on The Bedpost Overnight?” Franklin’s secretary, Barbara Walston, informed me that those records were selling like hotcakes ! ! And I can see why they would. Back out on the street, Nellie Haith, the old married woman, exclaimed to me that David Smart surely treated his wife well. “Just like a dog,” she said. (Dave’s a veterinarian, you know, and a mighty good one.) Catching a taxi home, whom should I see on the way but Ruth Thompson walking with her kindergarten class. So many of those kids favored her that I wondered ! ! ! At home, I found a telegram waiting for me from that famous author. Bishop Belton Joyner, who said that he’d send me his autobiography, “Me, Myself, and I,” as soon as his illustrator, Russell Oldham, finished the last pictures and got it off the press. There was a phone call from Joyce Lee Brooks who was at the bus station with Joyce Ar i Webster, Treva Gee, and Janice Truelove. She wanted someone to wish them a happy trip; and when I asked where they were going, she said, “We want 29