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

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cJ-adt lA iif and Jedtawient State of North Carolina County of Edgecombe City of Tarboro Tarboro High School We, the Senior Class of the year nineteen hundred and fifty-two, being of sound and willful mind and having an everlasting tendency to be dignified, do hereby declare this to be our last will and testament. Article I To ihese members of the faculty we leave as follows: To Mr. Mahler: We leave our sincere regards for his many trying years of service. To Mr. Wetzel: We leave our most humble apologies for the extra wrinkles in his brow which we have caused. To Miss Hales: We leave our many thanks for trying to show us that Seniors should be dignified. To Mrs. Turner: We leave a group of students who will think of her library as being a place of everlasting peace and quietness. To Mr. Wolfe: We leave enough varsity material to keep him from losing what little hair he has left. To Miss Bunch: We leave an orderly Glee Club that will blend with harmony instead of noise. To Mrs. Blackburn:We leave a smell -proof lab, and students who are willing to work. To Mrs. Irby: We leave a quiet study hall with all the modern con- veniences, including a magazine rack. Article II To the Juniors: We leave our many happy hours of friendship and loyalty to one another. To the Sophomores: We leave the hope that they will begin to grow up in their next two years of school. To the Freshmen: We leave the thought that they are growing up and the hope that they will obtain as much from their high school life as we have obtained from ours. Article III To certain Students: I, Larry Lane, do will and bequeath my laugh to Meredith O ' Neal. I, Betty Ann Pollard, do will and bequeath my walk to La Rue Taylor. I, Ronald Butler, do will and bequeath my job as flag raiser to Ken Brewer. I, Knocky Page, do will and bequeath my ability to grow a beard to Herbert Sutton. I, Betty Johnson, do will and bequeath my feet to Betty Boswell. I, Gene Morris, do will and bequeath my way with the girls to Oscar Moore. I, Bobby Lee, do will and bequeath my brutal ways to Earl Roberson. I, Turner Bass, do will and bequeath my knowledge of Solid Geometry to Billy Hales. I, Betsy Edmondson, do will and bequeath my weight to Patsy Knox. I, Katherine Taylor, do will and bequeath my privilege of dancing every week-end to Betty Fay Hales. I, Jean Morris, do will and bequeath my loudness to Edi th Smith. I, Dorothy O ' Neal, do will and bequeath my art of twirling a baton to Marilyn Mayo. I, George Brown, do will and bequeath my studious ways to Anderson Holt. We, the Senior Class of Tarboro High School, having willed away all our worldly possessions, do hereby put our hands and seals together on this the fifteenth day of January, in the year of our Lord, nineteen hundred and fifty-two. Witnesses: The Senior Class of Tarboro High School Johnny Phillips Murray Page, Testator Pete Burns Ira Sanderson

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In this year of 1975 It ' s wonderful just to be alive. Science takes many a splendid stride: Just look at this TV set at my side. I twist its dials and twiddle its gears, And lo! What I ' m thinking of, suddenly appears! The Old Class of ' 52 is on my mind; I ' ll tune in on each one and see what I find. First the Big City; I know I ' ll locate Lots of old class-mates who ' ve joined the great. Right! There ' s Reginald, millionaire of Wall Street. His secretaries? Dorothy and Ann, so neat. Ira ' s top man of McCrory ' s chain, And Jack is the treasurer (always a brain!) Hunk and A. W. play with the Philharmonic, And Larry ' s a meteorologist, (supersonic). Robert ' s reached journalistic heights sublime, And Betty now edits both Life and Time . . . And treading the boards of Old Broadway Is Turner, in his world-famous atom-bum play. Carolyn ' s research into X-Ray technique Has won her great fame, and a Cadillac sleek! ' 52 has done well on the educational scene: Famous teachers are Betty Ann, Ronald, Maxine. Johnny teaches too a home-loving guy, He ' s still where we parted, at old Tarb ' ro Hi. Washington City, also claiming its quota, Has Martha and Curtis, representing the voter: He, a delegate to the U.N. , She, working with Civil Service men. While Dorothy, Marguerite, Jean and Shirley Are stenogs at the Pentagon. . . . Their day starts early. Now to the sports world I turn my attention And find several class-mates worthy of mention. In pro baseball some of the stars of the age Are Baker (for the Red Sox) and Morris and Page. Vic Taylor, as manager, once hired and fired, But soon made his fortune, and quickly retired. The world ' s still at war, it will grieve you to hear, And several have made a fine Army career. Dick Bryan and Russell are among the high brass, But Bill, five-star general, is top of the class. Phil and Bobby, jet aces, have a fine reputation For shooting down MIGs they ' re the pride of the nation! Sara ' s a WAAF. .(ah, those Eglin Field guys!) Randolph engineers those fast planes that she flies. Leland and Joe are both four-stripers. (They ' ve aimed at the Navy since they were in diapers. ) And now back to Tarboro. . . Here ' s Joyce. What felicity! She ' s chosen a career of domesticity. Others also selected the role of wife, And are happy in leading a home-maker ' s life: Jean, Mattie, and Eleanor, Bejtsy, Geraldine, Carrie, Mary Helda. . . all happy! (Perhaps 1 should marry. ) George will soon make his million and retire, I expect: I see he ' s the town ' s leading architect. Carolina Tel. and Tel. ' s still going strong. With Pres. Pete there, and Peggy, it just can ' t go wrong. Mac is the chief engineer of the state. Annie Lee, in his office, keeps everything straight. Tarboro ' s busiest man. . . .(but he still keeps cool) . . . Bobby Lee ' s head of Water Plant, Milk Plant, and Pool. The two Jimmies went into business together; Bunn and Long, Merchandise . . . . quite prosperous, I gathe r ! Some of the gals have deserted our town, And in other cities they ' ve now settled down. Marian ' s far away on the West Coast, And Helen (a typist) is Newport News ' boast. Wilma ' s married in Charlotte, a secretary. And Jo Ann and Evelyn keep Rocky Mount merry. Hilda ' s a travelling salesgirl (by air) And Catherine has married a millionaire. P e ggy ' s Greenville ' s leading beautician, And Gay is still on an extended vacation. Hoyette and Boochie also planned long ago That they would be loafers, but whaddayaknow ! Both married men now, their broods are so numerous, They ' ve worked hard and made fortunes! I find that quite humorous. And, last but not least, on the outposts of China, There ' s Lewis , a missionary. . . what could be finer ? ' 52 was the finest of classes, I ' ll bet, And thanks to my magical TV set, Scattered tho ' they be to the winds, far and wide, I ' ve seen my old class, and I ' ve viewed them with pride. The Navy also can claim its fair share. Just look at these heroes who do and dare: Jaquelin Nash Class Prophetess

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oem OUR SENIOR STAR In the sky there is our Senior Star. It shines with purity and happiness. Through the years it has followed us far, While we prospered together with rapidness. When we were six our mother said, When we had come home after our play, Now children, you must go to bed. Tomorrow begins a new school day. Through grammar school our Star gleamed brightly. We worked and played together. Our golden star was beaming with light, So we could win another feature. Through junior-high school we came with pleasure. Our star to shine brighter. And the profitable time we could not measure, For our friendly smiles grew brighter. Our high school days we then began With new faces, friends and teachers. Our grades and spirits we did expand, While everyday we bought new features. And now we are graduating from T. H. S. We ' ve had fun through laughter and through sorrow. The question would be difficult to guess, If we should chance to meet tomorrow. But let ' s go out and begin a vacation. Our talent and ambition can carry us far. We shall all be glad to make a notation That we will ever be followed by OUR SENIOR STAR. Shirley Roberson Class Poet Motto: Not to advance is to recede Colors: Blue and White Flower: Rose