Sylva High School - Hurricane Yearbook (Sylva, NC)

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The Moon November 8, 1965 Dear Lynda, Here I am on the moon. l really arrived in style on the Bryson, Dills Jet, Inc. , owned by Charles and Lionel. The pilot was none other than Bob QLover boyj Sams and the co-pilot was Nancy Bryson. We had a little trouble on the way. Jerry QBebopJ Karp, lingerie salesman, and those burlesque queens, Cledis Mills and Evelyn Jones, were having a game of cards when suddenly Jerry, who had lost every- thing, shot Cledis. The doctor, Harley Sellers, and his nurse, Betty Jo Fisher, tried in vain to save her. Jerry was turned over to Police Chief, Betty Cope and her deputy, Phyllis The Kid Gibson. He is to be tried next week. I know he'll be convicted, he hasn't a chances his lawyer is Dan K. Moorel The hotel where I'm staying is beautiful. It's owned by June McCoy and is called 'Paradise Plus. The bell boy is Ned Mills and the jani- tor is Phil Fowler - he does a great job. A little while ago the messenger, Pauline Pannell, brought me a dozen purple roses from The Kelly Bradley Florist Shop' and an in- vitation to dinner from Ben C011 welll Cathy. The restaurant in which we dined was 'The Field General, owned by Ed Jones. I are a Sut- ton and Sutton Special, another dream dish by Yvonne and Lucille. The floor show was really something. The Sunny Six' - Martha Lou Allen, Ellen Biddix, Betty Denton, Joann Bradley, Christine Crisp, and Jean McDonald - made the Rockettes look sick. Katie Smith sang her latest hit, Barbara-Great Balls of Fire-Allen. The climax of the evening was the ballet dance by Maurice Moody and Elizabeth wilkey. Joanne Parris is president of the U. N. Moon and George Brookhyser is vice President. Margaret Painter is commander-in-chief of the Armed Forces, while Bessie Burch is head of the Naval Operations. My studio opened yesterdayg I already have orders to design dresses for the wives of Carl Smith and Ralph Tatham. It is time to hit the Old Milky Way. Please write and let me know what's happening on dear old Earth. Love, Mary The future as seen by two nitwits!

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I, Paulyne Pannell, will my ability to sleep in lvirs. C1ayton's English Class to whoever gets the last seat in the fourth row. l, Naomi Plemmons, will my false tooth to Mrs. Coggins. I, Peggy Queen, will my ability to get along with Charles Mason to Margaret Ann Mason. We, Linda Queen, Alice McGuire, and Lynda Stovall, will all our good times in high school to any- one lucky enough to have the fun we did. We, Jewellene Revis and Jean McDonald, will our typing erasers to Cordell Wiggins, who, we know, will need them next year. We, Carolyn Rickman and Clydie Sellers, will our ability to work after school to anyone who thinks they can stand it. I, Mary Shannon, will my affection for a Hurricane Football Captain to anyone lucky enough to get one. 1, Alean Shuler, will my ability to work in the school store to whoever is lucky enough to get the job I, Katie Smith, will my ability to chew gum in Bookkeeping and get by with it to Shirley Mathis. I, Carl Smith, will just go home to my wife. I, Lucille Sutton, will my ability to break lunch line to Starlotte Carpenter. I, Yvonne Sutton, will my seat in the back of the bus to Cleo Jones. I, Jim Turpin, will all my teachers to the rising seniors. I, Patsy Jo Ward, will my basketball suit to Linda Lou Ledbetter. I, Frank Wilkey, will my ability to slip out of Mr. Holtzclaw's study hall and eat first lunch period to Doris Brooks. We, the Members of the Senior Class, will one, large, economy size bottle of aspirin to OUR Mrs. Clayton. Class History As the great sundial of time revolves on its golden pedestal, history is recorded. We, the class of '58, feel it is our duty to leave some small record of our accomplishments, for our school days will soon be history. ln our Freshman year we were 165 strong. As freshmen, WE thought, WE were THE STUFF. After all we were in high school! Who could forget the P. E. classes on the bleachers or the excit- ment of laying out of class? During the Sophomore year we were all that Sophomores could wish to be - important, taking part in all school activities and sports. We felt that we had attained great heights when we were allowed to participate in the Junior-Senior Banquet. Mr. Johnson proved to be a highlight of this year with his interesting biology topics. Then our Junior year dawned brightly on us with its bustle and activity. Our Junior-Senior Ban- quet was a very elaborate affair with its 'Oriental' theme. The ibids and other footnotes in our first term paper will not soon be forgotten, nor will 'the unusual excitment which resulted from the Chemistry class. On a bright autumn day we returned to dear old SHS, this time a little sad at the thought of this being our last year together. Soon plans were under way for raising money for our annual trip to Washington. Many methods were used, the most successful being the magazine drive. An out- standing memory of this year was the 9-1 record held by our Golden Hurricane Football Team. So, amid the flurry of commencement our Senior year ends. Let us remember always to look forward, not backward, and do our best in every undertaking. All that remains are memories.

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Earth December 8, 1965 Dear Mary, I received your letter yesterday and I am so glad you like your new home on the moon. Things here have really changed. We have a completely new school system. The superintendent of schools is Nancy Franklin, the principal is Eula Cook, and Jerry Burnette heads the science department, assisted by Catherine Estes. The American Cafe is under new management. Carolyn Martin, the owner, has changed the name to Cafe and Pool Hall, the pool hall part being run by Patsy Jo Ward. Believe it or not, our pool sharpie is Alean Shuler. Daddy sold the dime store to Geraldine Ensley, Emma Jean Fisher, Leona Green, and Phyllis Jacobs, It is now called EFGJ, Inc. Lance Gillespie runs the Giant Fruit Stand and Rhonda Jo Patterson is his accountant. The Towne Shop, owned by Jewelline Revis and Naomi Plemmons, gave a fashion show last week. The models were Shirley Clement, Betty Cogdill, Bobbie Sue Allison, Carolyn Rickman, and Clydie Sellers. The girls looked stunning and the clothes were beau- tiful. Oh, I almost forgot. Our new librarian in town is Audrey Nelson. I'm sure you remember her. The most exciting thing happened last night! The Sylva Globe- trotters, John R. Allman, Frank Wilkey, Joe Hair, David Ferguson, and Junior Gass, appeared on The Linda Queen Show. It's a new program, taking the place of Ed Sullivan's show. The boys looked great on television. Transportation is no longer a problem since I bought a 1966 Dodge from Turpin Motor Co. By the way, I guess you have heard that quite a few of us are teaching now. Alice McGuire is math professor at W. C. C. , I am trying to teach English, and Roger Monteith is a very successful football coach up there. Yesterday I went to a class reunion. I wish you could have been there to see all our old friends. Iva Lee Gouge, Sue Higdon, and Frankie Jean Ammons were all there with their husbands. Peggy Queen's latest husband is a doll! Marilou Ginn was unable to attend because she is expecting her sixth child. I found out while I was there that Bo Bumgarner and Doyle Stevens are running for senator. Wonder which one will win? I'm sorry this letter is so mixed up, but you know how I am. Can't ever keep my mind on one thing. Hop on a space ship any time you can and come to see me. Love, Lynda