Tarboro High School - Tar Bo Rah Yearbook (Tarboro, NC)

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MEMORIES I can hardly believe it, but here I sit looking at my son, who graduates from high school tomorrow. Oh, but that brings back fond memories into mind. It has been twenty years ago today since I graduated from that same old high school. Why, it seems like only yesterday, but those memories will never leave me. Why, I remember the first day all of us were entering our freshman year. It was in early September, and were we excited! We thought our- selves so big to be entering high school, and yet, we felt so small along with the sophomores, juniors, and seniors. Miss Bryan, Miss Horner, and Miss Warren — oh, I don ' t know what we .would have done without them, for they helped get the kinks out of us. Well, we flew through the eighth grade, all one hundred and twenty of us. We felt a little better the next September, for we felt we deserved our title — sophomores. Miss Mobley and Mrs. Sledge were our guiding lights in the ninth grade, and we don ' t think we shall ever forget them. So, after struggling through that year, we moved on. Now, in our junior year, we felt as if we were getting into the swing of things. Of course, without Miss Hales and Miss Bryan, we would have never been able to have put over our Junior-Senior Banquet and play. Those, of which, were a big success — something for the records. Oh, boy! Now I ' m afraid we were very proud the next year, for we were the biggest group in high school — dignified seniors. Sometimes I think we showed our joy loo much, but who wouldn ' t after realizing they were almost at their goal, although the size of the class had reduced considerably since our freshman year — from one hundred and twenty to fifty to be exact. There we were at last, standing on the stage awaiting our diplomas. Could we believe it? I hardly think so. But our graduation exercises went over beautifully, thanks to Mrs. Spiers and Mrs. Cromartie for their kind help and understanding. Well, now I ' ve sat here and thought back about my high school days and my class-mates when I should be helping my son with his gradua- tion speech, but my, how I ' ve enjoyed it. -Kate I. Johnson, Class Historian.

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LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT State of North Carolina i County of Edgecombe V Tarboro High School City of Tarboro ) We, the Senior Class of nineteen hundred forty-four, being in possession of a crammed mind and well-trained memory, being about to pass on into manhood and womanhood, do hereby declare this our last will and testament. We hereby rev oke and make void any former wills or promises made while we were in sound or unsound minds. SECTION I Article 1. To our parents we bequeath the love and appreciation for their trying to see us through school life. Article 2. To T. H. S. we leave our excellent example as students. SECTION II Article 1. To the faculty we leave the admiration of the seniors for their taking insults and wisecracks as harmless little jokes. SECTION III Article 1. To the Junior Class we bestow our well-earned treasures. Some of these are the senior dignity, unusual wit, wonderful, splendid grades, and the privi- lege of being the Pets of the school. May the junior class use these to their and others advantage. Article 2. To the Sophomore Class, who will soon be Juniors, we bequeath all the mistakes we have made. We learned much by these mistakes. We leave all the chewed up pencils, paper, and chewing gum found in our desks and behind radiators. Article 3. To the Freshman Class, who will soon be Sophomores, we leave the art of being handsome and beautiful so they can get hooked in the years to come. SECTION IV Article 1. Individually we desire to give our talents to those who need it most and those who will use them best; therefore we make the following bequests: I, Milford Ruffin, bequeath my art of posing to Mac Nicholson. I, Jack Jennings, leave my good looks to Wesley Midgette. I, Dale Creech, bequeath my silliness to Frances Lineberry. I, Frances Pollard, bequeath my quietness to Virginia Anderson. I, Buck Cherry, leave my childish ways to Harris Arnold. I, Walter J. Andrews, leave my baby smile to Little B. Leggett. I, Ralph Piland, leave my physique to Bobby Knight. I, Bruce Bullock, bequeath all my knowledge of women to William Marrow. I, Farmer Cullom, bequeath my beautiful grin to Nancy Warren. I, Curtis Pittanan, leave my tallness to Robert Rochelle. I, Charles Stott, leave my wonderful voice to Bill Bass. I, Sadie Mildred Merritt, bequeath my beauty to Frances Kenney. I, Irene Wood, leave -my love to Sunny Brown. I, Alene Long, leave a happy single life to the future old maids and batchelors ' of the Junior class. In testimony whereof we the class of ' 44 set our hearts and affix our seal this sixteenth day of March, one thousand nine hundred and forty-four. Curtis C. Pittman, Testator. Witnesses : Charles Sinatra Stott Farmer Wolf in the Dark Cullom

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CLASS PROPHECY With the first breath of spring in the air, with the green foliage slowly peeping out on the trees we become more conscious of our school days together drawing to a close. We begin asking What are you going to do? With this question on my mind I had a beautiful dream — a dream that interests most of you so I felt I must relate it. The March winds were howling and the rain was beating down on my window panes; yet I felt something gently lift me from my bed and take me out into the dreary night. A spirit told me that I was bound for a trip through the different states . When my companion and I reached Greensboro the rain had ceased. We visited the Army Air Base and as we arrived I recognized Lieutenant Ralph Piland, our class president. During our conversation he told me that Charles Stott, Bruce Bullock and Milford Ruffin were engineers at Johnston, Florida. Ralph invited us to attend the show that was just beginning. As the curtains rose Edna Hathaway came forward and sang How Sweet You Are accompanied by Evelyn Shugar. Later in the program Ernestine Moore tap danced in the bottom of a chair. When the program was over I talked to Edna and she told me that Mildred Merritt and Edna Edwards were stenographers in Washington, D. C. After my talk with Edna my companion sug- gested we leave for Raleigh. While at Raleigh we visited in the capitol. Lyman Braddy was judge of the Supreme Court and could argue all he wanted to without penalty. Lyman told me that Josephine Bailey was doing splendid work as a teacher at the blind school. He also told me that Hazel Bullock was attending Meredith College to become a physical education teacher. Later we left Raleigh and went to the Navy Yard in Norfolk. There I talked with Willie Mears and Buzzy Andrews. While talking with them I found out that Dan Baker and Kerg Dew had joined the Marines and were now in England. Immediately after we left them we went to the Red Cross Sewing Room. Mary Ballard was making a speech, Why Contribute to the Red Cross. After the meeting Mary told me Irene Belk had just married a sailor. As I didn ' t know Irene went with a sailor, I asked What sailor? When she told me Jack Jennings I nearly dropped dead. This was too much for me so we started for Washington. As I was walking in the business section of Washington I read, Shepard ' s Beauty Shop. When I entered I saw Rosalie rapidly at work. She talked with me and told me that Annie Lou Braswell was working with her. She also told me that Farmer Cullom was a great Army band leader. As I left Rosalie ' s shop I recognized Edna Edwards on her way to work. During our chat I learned that Pattie Walston and Velma Coker had arrived that day as typists with the FBI. She also told me that Alton Pittman had joined the U. S. Marine Corps. Afterwards I left for New York and as I got off the train I saw Sue Gaines. She invited me to a party at her home. When I entered I met Buck Cherry , her husband, who was a noted pharmacist there. As we entered the library I saw four members of our class, Kate Johnson, Dale Creech, Jean Darrow, and Ruby Hudson. Kate and Dale were famous in New York as artists. Jean and Ruby were training to become aviatrixes. Buck told me that Harvey Mewborn had completed his study as an optometrist and was leaving for Tarboro soon to open an office. As I stepped into the street, after leaving Sue ' s home, I met Ida Mae. To my surprise Ida Mae was there on her honeymoon. I learned from Ida Mae that Ruth Collier and Frances Harris were enjoying life in a uniform of green. I was tired and dreary, but I had to start for home. While we stopped in Rich- mond I saw two Waves crossing the street. When they drew nearer I recognized them as Christine Hudson and Juanita Griggs. As I was getting ready to speak to them the bus pulled out. Later when we arrived in Rocky Mount I learned that Jessie Sherrod, Nancy Wood, and Maureen Morris were nursing there at the hospital.