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

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' Zittwuf, tie gleut t945 One bright sunny day in September, 1941, the good ship Class of ' 45, flying the Jolly Roger, set out to sea. Its crew was new and not at all used to the restrictions of life aboard ship. Our Captain, Mr. Mahler, had some disciplin trouble but later was to find that when a worthwhile prize was to be captured his crew would serve him well. The sea was rough that first year, and the prize we sought so eagerly seemed very far away. Indeed, if it had not been for our capable officers, the teachers, our ship would have sunk beneath the waves of illiteracy . Our course was new and hard our crew mates seemed like strangers, and we were certain we would never reach our far off goal. At this time we put into port for rest and repairs. We had to secure our supplies for the second lap of our four year voyage. We had lost some of our crew members, for the trip had been long and the studies hard. Although the crew was smaller, it was better trained. We were beginning to get our sea legs . One of our officers especially understood us and did everything she could to guide us when the going was toughest. The crew will never forget this; that is why the annual, one of the prizes of the last lap of our trip, is dedicated to her. During our voyage on the Sophmore sea we sighted the frigate, Prize of Stunt Night and promptly boarded her. Our crew was learning teamwork. Shortly after our capture of Prize of Stunt Night we gave a dance to celebrate our triumph. Again we drew near port. We were not quite so happy to leave our ship this time as we were before, but crew and ship had to be refreshed. We began arrangements for the third lap of our voyage, the trip through Junior ocean. Our crew was still smaller when we again boarded ship. A few of our crew had left us to go to what seemed to them bluer waters. One of our crew had passed into the arms of the Master Sailer. Our j ears of testing, experimenting, and failure were over. We were now a well trained sailing unit. We had come to know and depend upon each other. Although there were some superficial quarrels, we all had a common goal in sight and this bond of kinship drew us closer. We were ready for big things. Our prize for this year was the battleship Junior-Senior Banquet , but first we had to defeat the smaller ships which stood in our way. The first of these was Hallowe ' en Carnival . This was captured and the booty helped us farther on our way toward Junior-Senior Banquet . Next was the larger frigate ' Stunt Night which was soundly defeated and its treasure seized. Then came the frigate The Junior Dance whose treasurers were very welcome. Now for the hardest obstacle protecting The Junior- Senior ; this was the good ship The Junior Play . We were almost defeated and it took all our strength and resourcefulness but we finally captured her. And now before us lay the great battleship The Junior-Senior . We organized our crew into units and marshalled all our rssources for this battle. The battle was long and tedious but Victory was ours. This was termed the most brillint battle ever fought on Junior ocean. With shouts of joy still ringing in our ears, we headed for port. It was with sadness we left our ship ever for this short length of time. In 1945 it was a more serious crew that boarded The Class of ' 45 . We were nearing our goal. Everyone was trying to prove worthy of the prize we sought. We realized with a sudden feeling of sadness that soon we would have to leave our beloved crew-mate ' s. We realized at last the love we held for each of our crew mates and the sadness it would cause when we were forced to part. With this in mind, we determined to capture better and more worthwhile prizes on this the last lap of our journey. One of the prizes was the good ship Tar-Bo-Rah . We tracked this ship for several weeks before we finally overtook and captured it. But it was well worth our time ' . The other was the frigate Senior Play . This too was captured after much hard work. And now at last The fearful trip is done The ship has weathered every krack The prize we sought is won . After a beautiful ceremony we brought down the Jolly Roger and tearfully left the good ship Class of ' 45 . Now we must part but we shall never forget the friendships that we have had during our sail on the Class of ' 45 . But now — The prize we sought is won We have our diplomas. Barbara Moore, Historian, Class of ' 45. J945 7« - - 1R z6 Page Fourteen

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IN MEMORY OF JAMES WADDELL SPIERS, JR. JIMMIE Born December 22nd, 1927 - Died December 5t.1i, 1942 Page Thirteen

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cut 7VM and 7e4tame tt We, the senior class of nineteen and forty-five, being of sound mind and having to depart with the treasurers found in our four years of exploration at Tarboro High School, do hereby decline this our last will and testament. To our parents we leave our devotion and sincere appreciation for their help through- out life and especially for their efforts to get us to the detention hall by eight thirty o ' clock with a cheerful smile and a sharp warning. To the sophmore class we leave one extra year in T. H. S. and the patience to wait another year to become the dignified seniors and hope that they will enjoy this dis- tinction as much as we have. To the freshman class we leave this friendly advice, that if in the near future they expect to become a dignitary of T. H. S., it only means more work and perseverance which they must master from the start to pass at the end. We, the ' senior calss, have a few things that we would like to leave to a few members of the faculty — To Mr. Mahler, a quiet, peaceful, and tranquil mind, for his problem children are leaving. To Mr. Wetzel, we leave a quiet, peaceful, and empty detention hall. To Miss Pool, we leave a class more apt than we in manipulating the parts of the typewriter . To Mrs. Morse, we leave the hopes that she can continue to be as patient with the future classes as she has been with us. To Mrs. Roberts, we leave a Chemistry class who will appreciate scientific terms. To Mrs. Walter, we ljeave an automatic class silencer to quiet the boisterous crowd. To Miss Hales, we leave our love and appreciation for the helping hand she so kindly rendered this graduating class. We hereby give and bequeath, feeling that it is a specific need — to In this manner we do dispose of all our worldly goods and possessions, wishing that those who we leave at dear old T. H. S. may use these gifts to the best of their advantages in humor, wit, or pathos or whatever mood they are in. We, the members of the Senior Class of Tarboro High School, have put our hands and seal on this the eighth day of March, nineteen hundred and forty five. Bill Jones.— Sonny Brown ' s good looks Loretta Haggerty ... Dot Moseley ' s flirtatious ways Fred Myrick. Barbara Moore ' s studious habits Sara Jane Newbern Frances Kenney ' s athletic ability Billy Mahler ...Mac Nicholsor ' s ever-ready excuse for absences Virgil Newsom Bill Bass ' s beautiful grin Ashley Speir Carl Kosenbaum ' s good sportsmanship Arthur Deberry Carl Worsley ' s way with the women Betsy Ausbon Peggy Sue Tooley ' s loudness Mary Bland Josey.. Frances Lineberry ' s fondness for the opposite sex Ed Hart Mavis Hammonds ' s dancing ability Lackyer Twins Sue Newsom ' s wonderful disposition Polly Edmondson Nancy Warren ' s bashfulness Betty Sua Eason Lena Stancill ' s pep Ann Wicker Virginia Sexton ' s quitness Lum Mayo Johnny Sadler ' s manly ways THE SENIOR CLASS OF TARBORO HIGH SCHOOL Bobby Knight (Testator) Witnesses: Ann Harrell, Luther Cromartie, Frances Kenney. Page Fifteen