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

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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

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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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