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

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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

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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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, asf LW!! and Cesfament We, the Senior Class of Silk Hope School, in the year, 1957, in the county of Chatham, State of North Carolina, being of strong bodies and sound minds, do hereby bequeath this last will and testament. I, Marie Bare, will my ability to laugh at nothing to Sylvia Bridges. Laugh and the world laughs with you, I, Delores Braxton, will my gift of gab to Nell Teague. Be a live wire like me! I, Claude Brewer, will my loud muffler to Clinton McLauren. Hope you don't get caught, Clinton. I, Nancy Clark, bequeath my short hair to Becky Johnson. It is much less trouble this way, Becky. I, Dora Culberson, will my long, naturally-curly hair to Patsy Buckner. It's less trouble - cheaper than permanents, too! I, Linda Culberson, leave my mysterious smiles to Betty Lou Johnson. I, Gene Fincher, will my harmonica playing to Clyde Teague. Practice makes perfect, Clyde. l, Gilbert Fox, leave my position as center on the basketball team to Paul David Fields. You surely do have to jump, P. D. I, Betty Lou Harris, bequeath my love for algebra to Gary Richardson. Here's hoping you can do more with it than I can. I, Kenneth Hinshaw, will my jeep and trusty hounds to R. D. Don't ever skip class, R. D. I, Billy Howell, bequeath my ability to catch a girl to Winfred Lindley. Don't be bashful, Wimpy. It's fun! I, Billy Earl Johnson, leave my position as storekeeper to Linda Hargrove. Watch your waistline, Linda. I, Kathleen Johnson, will my quietness to Barbara Reynolds. Say less and hear more! I, Rachel Johnson, leave all my happy-go-lucky days in high school to Judy Stevens. I, Curtis Jones, leave all the chewing gum under my desk to Charles Groce. There's plenty of it, Charles. I, David Kinton, will my ability to skip school to Howard Hudson. ,Leave only when necl cessary, Howard. ' I, Hazel Lindley, bequeath my artistic ability to Larry Johnson. Maybe you'l1 be a Grand pa Moses! I, Bill Perry, leave my ability to speak without thinking to David Stone. ' l, Edward Pike, will my love of flying airplanes during class to Keith Andrew. You always liked to travel fast, Keith. I, Bobbie Jean Sartwell, leave my love for good food to Alice Dowd. E311 DOW: diet later! I, C. H. Smith, bequeath my taxi service to Larry K. Johnson. Keep plenty of gas in your car, Larry. I, Randal Stevens, will my ability to take a joke to Betty Lopossay. Don't let them get you down. I, Dwain Thomas, bequeath my typing skill to the Junior Class. Hit the right keys, Juniors I, R. V. Wicker, leave my good behavior in class to Wayne Lowe. Listen to the teacher, Wayne, not your classmates. We,'the Seniors, do this day appoint Mrs. Edith Mogle, our Senior Sponsor, as executor of this, our first, only, and Last Will and Testament. Witnesses: Mrs. Edith Mogle Testator: Nancy Clark Bobbie Jean Sartwell