Snow Hill High School - Knoll Yearbook (Snow Hill, NC)

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' 22£i. . ■ ’..SuLi- JS.I .. I ft . .iTi ' . ?TS’r? . tTSlj .2 . . . . ,- ' i .l. .i, J SIM., HECy Last night as I sat in my bedroom, I had a mysterious feeling inside. It was getting late and I was ready for bed; however, it was such a beauti- ful night I found myself admiring the stars that were shining so brightly. Frankly, since I was the prophet of the Class of Snow Hill High School, I was a little worried about the job I had before me. This was the reason, I suppose for that very moment all the different little shining stars reminded me of my classmates. Each one in his own way was hanging there in the sky alone, doing his part to make up the heaven and to beautify it. Very soon , in much the same way, each of my friends would be out in the world alone doing his part to make it a more prosperous one. As I gazed into the night things of the present became hazy, and out of the fog that seemed to engulf me came a light of the future. Suddenly the light focused on a court room. It couldn’t be — but it was I Presiding over the court was none other than the Honorable Roy Creech. His verdicts were sure to be . just--they always were. Lo and behold if that loud voice doesn’t belong to George Beaman, He was now a promi- nent lawyer, and I can well imagine that. He could always crav 1 but- of trouble; he should be able to get other people out of scrapes easily. The light faded and came up to spot the great city of New York. A famous hospital ‘came into view. As chief-of-staff , I saw James Preston Wooten. Here people didn’t question his diagnosis the way they did in high school. Where was all that noise coming from? Now I know--the t-i nursery. Who was the nurse in charge? Why, Mary Rose Aldridge 1 Oh well, where you find Mary Rose there is bound to be noise. Moving down - the corridor I came to a sudden stop as I saw a familiar figure bending over a table filled with lots of bottles and strange-looking gadgets. Seemed unusually late for a laboratory technician to be on duty, but, then, Harrietts Reeves always did like late hours. At the end of the - hall was the hospital pharmacy. Who else was working late? It was l’ Marie Newcomb busily filling ' prescriptions. I see she ' s still P struggling with Latin, My mysterious light led me to Jack Dempsey ' s night club. Sur- prlsingly enough I was graciously greeted by Mary Frances Fields, who f ' : was hostess. My astonishment was Interrupted as -the air was filled with melodious singing, V e knew they had lovely voices when we elected them class singers, ' out we never knew Margaree and Hilda would be the main 3 attraction in a place like this. As my light moved down Broadway it ■ 3 paused in front of a famous Theatre. In bright lights, overhead I saw 5| Grace Seymour Starring in ’The Three Giggling Sisters’ . At last her giggles have brought her success. A few blocks down my light shined 3 daringly on a very exclusive fashion show. Here only the beautiful models of John Robert Powers were seen. Among these was my lovely a classmate, Kathleen Letchworth. Her good looks and charming person- 3 allty have really carried her far. 1 My light seemed attracted to famous places, for next it moved to Hollywood. In Beverly Hills in the library of his stately mansion sat Lester Hdrring, deeply engrossed in studying the lines for his latest production. We didn’t go wrong in electing him best-looking. The door suddenly opened and in came Blanche Beaman. No, she didn ' t want his autograph--she was co-starring with him. Once chosen the sweetheart of our class, she was now the sweetheart of millions. My fantastic light must have been a movie fan. It moved to another Beverly Hills home. This time we saw, not stars, but two famous hair stylists — Leo Harrison and Jean Jones, Wonder if they were discussing hair styles or how to catch an actor husband.

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V e, the Senior Class of 19 9 Snow Hill High School, have come part of the way along life ' s long trail of hopes and dreams. As gradu- ation draws near, we find that our fondest dream will soon come true. When we entered high school as green freshman, with Miss Harrietts Chestnutt and Miss Lillian Harris as sponsors, there were 68 of us. We were scared and timid, but we soon became used to the hum-drum of high school and spent a fun-packed freshman year. We had quite a few parties and get-to-gethers. Of course, we also took great interest in the more serious side of school. We studied hard and worked like mad to get our Red Cross and Infantile Paralysis quota. A few of us also had the honor of being in the ’’Musical Ministral . Time marches on; soon vacation had descended upon us. Our sophomore year,, with Miss Chestnutt and Miss Harris, again, as our sponsors, we felt very Important. We were held in esteem and admi- ration by the freshman class, but we still felt sort of low beside the juniors and seniors. Nevertheless our hearts were filled with radiant hopes and Joys, and our aims were high. Some of us were given the honor and privilege of joining the Beta Club. September, 1947 ' , found us the ’’Jolly Juniors” very busy with the help of Mrs. James Hardy and Mr. Ralph Warren, our sponsors, planning our schedules and the Jr. and Sr. Banquet. Some of our class mates dropped out and some new ones joined us. We sold • monogram stationery and Curtis magazines to raise money for our Jr. and Sr. Banquet, The arrival of our class rings In March caused a great deal of excitement. We elected to lead us through that trying junior year — Margaret Tilgh- man, Prasident--Agnes Carraway, Secretary — Roy Creech, Treasurer. Our senior year, with Mrs. Robert Hart as sponsor, was the great- est of all the others. We worked very hard on the Senior Play and also published our first annual. The Jr. and Sr. Banquet was set for April 8, and the long awaited graduation day in May. We elected as leaders for this year — Jean Cobb, President — George Beaman, Vlce-Presiaent — Agnes Carraway, Secretary — Roy Creech, Treasurer. We wish to thank our parents, teachers, and friends for helping us reach this long awaited dream. Our dreams have not yet ended, but they are just beginning as we venture into life. f Margaret Tilghman Class Historian m m

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lily lignt traveled over many miles and settled on the city of Chicago. It seemed to canter around a small elevator in a huge hotel. The elevator operator was my old classmate, Carlton Harris. I saw he v as still having his ups and downs. Who were these uniformed characters in the lobby? None other than Edward Shackleford and J. C. Heath. They were bell-hops-- Edward rang the bell and J. C. hopped. In the suburbs of this city ray light surrounded the home of another classmate. In her private studio. Jewel Moore worked busily with brush and canvas. Was that a jig-saw puzzle she was painting? Oh no, it was Just modern art I North Carolina held interest, toe, I saw, as my light of tomorrow centered around the city of Raleigh. In an office I saw Dovle Ann Arthur taking dictation. By the way, she wasn’t bashful any longer because she was sitting on her boss’ knee. In the capltol building I found Agnes Carraway designing a new penny. She alv ays had to take care of enough money; she should have something to do with the way it looks. The legislature was now in session, and who should be speaking but Selma Hardison! We should have some good laws now; she always was a practical person. The light grew dim again and came up this time on State College. The gym seemed to be the center of attraction. Well if it wasn’t Coach Richard Mewborn giving his basketball team a ' ’pep” talk. He should know how; he heard enough of them in high school. On this campus I found another of my successful classmates. Margaret Tllgh- raan was secretary to the president of the college. At least she had a choice of boy-friends there. Coming nearer home the light focused on Goldsboro and found Geneva Hamm who was operating a kindergarten. Always a baby herself, she seemed suited to this type of work. Here I also found Thenia Peacock who was always quiet and reserved. These characteristics lend charm to the atmosphere of her little antique shop. Oh! Who was this lady quietly embroidering in the parlor of the Presbyterian Manse? Why it was Zulene ! All of her flirting days were over, because she flirted once too often--wlth a preacher. My light of the future still liked famous places, even small ones. For it came back to dear old Snow Hill. What changes have been made I In the high school a new principal has taken over--Edsel Ginn. He should be familiar with things; he stayed here long enough. Nannie Laura Mewborn v as still in the library straightening books, only this time she v as a real librarian. Down the hall I found Christine Sugg teaching her Home Economics class. Wonder if they can do anything except make chocolate fudge? That was always Christine’s specialty. My I The Athletic Department has surely expanded. Mr. James how has a private office as well as a private secretary. Dixie Cunningham gets paid for her work now. I saw John Caudell had taken over in the Agriculture Department. He was busy writing a speech which he will use in presenting a medal to Robert McCoy for raising the prize cows in Greene County. Robert and Sarah must have a big f amily--raislng so many cows. Last, but not least, I saw my classmates who chose to become housewives instead of career girls. Madeline and Carl were still happily married; now they have two little Carls. Then I saw Connie Edwards, but her husband was indistinct. Wonder who she ever chose? Probably Elllotte, but who could ever tell about Connie? But wait, there were two missing. My vision was puzzled for a moment but quickly found its source in the Boston baseball stadiinn. In the bleachers, seated side by side, I saw Addle Beaman and Dumpy Hamm cheering their baseball heroes — Zel and Max. Now the Boston Red Sox can never lose.