Silk Hope High School - Eagle Yearbook (Siler City, NC)

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6111.95 History , f ' Twelve years represent a sizable portion of a person's life. As we graduate, we are amazed to learn that 2, 160 school days have passed since we entered . the first grade. So many days have inevitably changed us - we hope for the better. That development is the real history of our class. Many influences have made the class of '57 what we are. Think of our teach- ersg each one has been different, but all have tried to help us. Certain events highlight our memory. We remember our sophomore year which brought us Mr. Pike, a new and understanding principal, who was also our homeroom teacher. Getting ready for a chicken barbecue supper that year taught me that the many-talented Bill Perry really excels in the art of chicken-picking. Mr. Pike and I also came up with a few fast feathers. Hillbilly Wedding turned us all into what everyone declared to be first rate actors. Remember Pa Bellsnickle, Mrs. Maxwell, and Cousin Zeke. On our class roll they appear as-Kenneth Hinshaw, Linda Culberson, and Billy Howell. Somewhere Over the Rainbow at Club Dianne lingers as a lovely evening following a rainy day with no respect for fancy hairdo's. Betty Lou Harris and Hazel Lindley, as well as others, really did their best to make our banquet a suc- cess. - . 1 I Early in our Senior year, we shattered our dignity by presenting a ,variety show in chapel. David Kinton's Elvis Presley, Randal Steven's Fats Domino, and those- melodious Platters, Gilbert, Curtis, and Dwain, .still echo through my brain. As every well-informed person knows, every class at'Silk Hope must include a certain numberof Johnsons. Bobbie Jean got married and upset the balance. Kathleen, helpful as usual, solved the problem by changing Boggs to Johnson. I shall never be able to look a Coca Cola in the face without remembering our store-keepers, Claude and Billy Earl. The roar of a plane overhead will al- ways remind me of Edward and his plane, of Dora and her hopes to become an airline hostess, and of Nancy's ambition to join the WAF. . As we graduate, our troubles are forgotten and we remember the many pleas- ant experiences we shared and in them all I see Marie Bare, a fine cooperative girl, who always had time to help.. I also remember two quiet-mannered boys, R. V. Wicker and C. H..Smith. We are not unaware of our debt to other places. From them thar hills came a gold nugget, red-haired Gene. Eli Whitney taught us something toog we never knew what quiet was until Delores came. Silk Hope, we have been yours fortwelve years. You'll always be oursg we'll never forget our alma mater, our second home. We love our school and our class- mates, and shall always cherish the Best years of our Life. T Historian, Rachel Johnson

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Smiar Klass Ofivcrs President, Tl-lOMASg Vice President, JOHNSONg Secretary, LINDLEYg Treasurer, CULBERSON 6lll55 117061111 l may forget my algebra, my typing may get slow, Physics may elude me, and English dimmer grow. But never, in this vale of tears, will memory cease to name The day when Edward threw the bomb, and Dwain received theblame Dora's bus and Linda's calm, go rushing through my brain While remarks of Delores andARanda1 keep driving me insane. Quietly, l'll recall R. V. andhis old side-kick Gene Or that Charlie Harrington, Ir, and demure little Kathleen, - Never shall I cease to dream of Silk Hope lassies fair The perky little Porky and Hazel with the light brown hair. John David's playing Elvis, the tall and stately Fox P And William Earl's superlatives fill my memory box, l'll remember Nancy's voice, and a wedding day serene When Johnson changed to,Sartwell, for Mrs. Bobbie Jean. Some day when I am hungry, l'll recall those days of yore When Claude and Billy'Earl, presided at the store. Kenneth's hounds, his trusty jeep, and Turkey's bright new bus Marie's good natured presence, and Rache1's genial fuss Will find a place within my heart, a place marked Classmates dear When we shall live our lives apart, through many a smile and tear. Happy 'would our lots all be, if, on this side of heaven, Our paths should lead to friends as true, as the class of fifty-seven., Poet - Curtis Jones

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T.W. A. Airport Washington, D. C. Mr. Billy Earl Johnson, Principal Silk Hope School Silk Hope 156, North Carolina Dear Poncho: In regard to your letter conceming the class of 1957, here is the latest news, about a few of them. Nancy Clark is employed as a secretary in Greensboro. Gene Fincher is a successful molasses maker in the mountains of Western North Carolina. Professor R. V. Wicker is now teaching agriculture at N. C. State College. Claude Brewer is one of his students. Betty Lou Harris now operates her own beauty salon in Hollywood. The last time I saw her, she was fixing Linda Culberson's hair, Linda is now a star in one of the latest motion pictures. Nearby, is Marie Bare's dancing school. The chief instructor is Gilbert Fox. He always did like to bounce around. Kenneth Hinshaw is playing in the afternoon baseball game between the New York Yankees and the Boston Red Sox. In the stands, Randal Stevens will be selling pop- corn. He always stayed close to Kenneth and this was the only job he could do. After working for Bish Scrap and Metal Co. for five years, David Kinton ,has ac- cumulated a mountain of junk and has started his own scrap yard. I met Bobbie Jean Sartwell on the street with what I thought must have been her school children. I found out later they were her own kids. C. H. Smith is now driving a taxi in the town of Silk Hope. Every morning he carries Kathleen Boggs to work at one of Silk Hope's largest department stores. As you probably know, Curtis and Dwain now own the Bank of Silk Hopeg they always were the richest boys in our class. Bill Perry is president of the bank with Hazel Lindley as his secretary. She gets paid overtime for sitting on the boss's knee. Did you hear about our collision? Ed Pike was flying his old Ercoupe over our landing field and was showing off as usual. He didn't listen to instructions to clear the area so I could land my Super Jet. I clipped his wing and landed a little one- sided. Ed is in the room with me now. You should see him: bandanges from head to foot. He gets a lot of pitying and special attention from head nurse, Rachel John- son. She always did like old George. As for me, I'm lucky if she brings me a cool drink. My stewardess, Dora Culberson, was released from the hospital today. Since I am to be guest speaker at the banquet next month, I'll see you then. Delores sends her regrets:-we hate to take the kids out of school. Keep up the good work, Poncho. Sincerely yours, Lt. Col. William R. Howell