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

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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

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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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to visit Washington and see how many shelves there are in the President’s cabinet.” She probably meant it, too. Frances Dixon and Annie Faye Bralford, the switchboard operators, had been listening in; and they told me they heard that Ike wouldn’t let anybody count the articles in his constitution, much less the shelves in his cabinet. Dear me ! How selfish can people get with their belongings. After my amusing phone call there was no better time to read the paper, so I took that chance; and there on the front page I read about big chemical plant that had blown up. It disclosed the fact that Dorothy Paschal and Ann Burke were chemists employed in that plant. Hmmmmm — Wonder if that had anything to do with that terrible calamity. On the second page I read that the playboy, Harold Milholen, had broken another girl’s heart and that Odell Tillman was now the new owner of Siler City Mills. Really, neither of those pieces of n ews was surprising to me. Is it to you. I also read that Leroy Pittman, the big Millionaire, had sent his secretary, Ruth Freeman, to France on a business trip a whole year ago. She took Carlene Dixon as her interpreter and nobody has heard from them since. Maybe Carlene can’t remember the way to ask directions in French! Now, that is surprising. On the very last page was an article telling that Margaret Wright’s Reducing Salon was doing wonders. Nannie Mae Stanley is proof. She went there for a series of “reducings” and really — she is hardly skin and bones. I scanned the middle of the paper and found out that attorney Wade Durham, Jr. was defending the bootlegger, Guy Dowd, in court. Guy will certainly come clear, because Pete could always hang on until he won his point — even though it might take days. LaNilta Brady’s famous column, “Our Little Problem Corner” vasn’t missed. She answered the question, “How can we overcome our bashfulness sent in by two girls whose names are Geraldine Smith and Rachel Barker, by simply saying, “Speak twice before you think once.” Those names sounded so familiar to me that I started thinking. Then I remembered. Several years ago they had gone to Borneo — Geraldine as a secretary and Rachel as a missionary. Through with the paper, I turned on the television set. There were Paul Braxton and Howard Frazier playing baseball on the “Batty” Baseball Team. Paul was on first and Howard was behind the plate when I first tuned in, and the game was wonderful. Farmer L. J. Fields had the honor of being on television right after the baseball game. He gave the best, most exciting commercial on “Dear” John Tractors. Who but L. J. would have thought of the clever things he said? Now I know you’re not supposed to spread gossip, but what else can I do with it. Dear Diary? I was so excited about all the news my day had brought that I just had to tell you. But goodbye for now. I must go to sleep. See you again soon. Nancy Pritchard Prophet 30