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

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After a long and dusty trip along Elemen- tary Road, we finally pulled in at Freshmanboro. It took us quite some time to get used to the new, exciting life of freshmen, but we still managed to enjoy our ride and profit from it too. We were lead by Nelson Morris, as president; Pat Parker, vice-president; and Dot Owens as sec- retary and treasurer. Incidentally we had the largest group of mavericks in quite a few years in our class. ■ A ' y -4 JUNIOR JUNCTION We arrived in Junior City eager to begin a year in which we hoped to forge ahead and make the seniors proud and happy of our school. This year turned out to be perhaps our most enjoy- able one with James Taylor, president; David Elmore, vice-president; Millicent Alderman, secretary and treasurer, as our foreman. The highlight of this year was the Junior -Senior which was the best shingdig ever. Our theme was April In Paris. The Eiffel Tower and Arch of Triumph completed the decorations for our big social. Another of our proud ac- complishments was the junior play - Beanes for Breakfast. During the course of this year we managed to have many gatherins. We all agreed that it was a great year, and we looked toward Senior City with anticipation. We soon found our selves at the city-limits of Sophomor eville. As sophomores we finally came to realize that this stage trip could be fun if we worked hard and made strong box loads of money. We all had a great time put- ting over the Hallowe ' en Carnival. We accom- plished a great deal with James Taylor as our president;David Elmore as vice-president; and Millicent Alderman as secretary and treas- urer. Finally we reached our destination deter- mined to make this our very best year. For a good start, we elected Bucky Fountain as our president, Tommie Walters as our vice-pres- ident, Doris Lassiter as secretary, and Mary Elizabeth Sexton as our treasurer. The great- est of many surprises was our new principal, Mr . Price, and his new ideas which he brought with him. The senior boys enjoyed his new Family Life class. Our grademothers - Mrs. Hornthal, Mrs. Mayo, Mrs. Owen, and Mrs. Robeson - helped in making our senior supper a financial success. Then came the sad part - we all began to think more seriously of our good ole stagecoach ride, and to wish that we werenot seniors. Our senior play , The Little Dog Laughed, was produced in record time by the cast. Another of our busy but yet most wonderful classes was Journalism with Mrs. Irbyasthe boss of the outfit. The Tar-Bo -Rah, our annual, made us stop for quite a while on our journey. Maybe if we ever ride along this stage line again, we ' ll finish our story to you. Here ' s hoping you enjoy the rest of our annual, pardeners!

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CLASS POEM THE LONG TRAIL As I carefully look down the trail of memories The dearly beloved ones of our high school days, I quickly try to seize, I sit down to examine them, to see what lingering secrets they behold To relive precious moments more treasured than gold. The trail was very narrow, our freshman year; There were great things in store for us which we ' d see and hear , With our open minds and our hearts sincere- Thus we began our freshman year. With knowledge gained and eager for more To our sophomore year we quickly tore, The narrow trail widened to receive each one of our class That year, to greater heights, we were destined to pass. Into our junior year we did smoothly glide We now were covering the trail with an easy stride, We traveled onv»ard, our hearts filled with pride As we vowed to stick together side by side. Our senior year, the most awaited one, Now was laid out before us, a year of work and fun, The trail is no more; it has ceased its long run, We have fought many battles, and many victories we have won. Yes, the long trail has ended, but I am well content As I approvingly recall the many hours well spent, The future lies before us, we know not what is ahead But we travel on with confidence, banishing all fear and dread. CLASS POET: PHYLLIS MAYO

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LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT State of North Carolina County of Edgecombe City of Tarboro Tarboro High School We, the Seniors of ' 54, Will soon be gone forever more, Before we end our studies and lessons, We wish to distribute our worldly Possessions. Article I To the faculty members we leave as follows: To Mr. Price: Our fellow classmates, Who will be, As equally proud Of him, as we. To Miss White: A class that will study, Both day and night, To answer the prayers Of Miss Eleanor White. To Mr. Toler: A driving class, Who day by day, Won ' t turn his hair, From brown to gray. Article II To Miss Bunch: A disciplined glee club Who will sing In the fall As well as spring. To Mrs. Irby: A new Senior Class, Of good girls and boys, Who will do more work, And make less noise. To Mrs. Blackburn: A chemistry class As well behaved as we, Who instead of doing other things Will study chemistry. To the Freshmen: They have successfully completed, Their first year of four, And we hope for them They will live through three more. To the Sophomores: Finish your remaining two years With a happy smile Take our advice And make them worth while. Article III To the Juniors: With three down And but one to go We leave this thought Make a good show. To certain students: Says Tommie Walters So full of glee, I will my beautiful legs To Mole Rountree. My ability to giggle Said Joyce Brown with a smile, Is hearily willed To Betty Carlisle. John Owen ' s football ability Is happily willed, To Little George Whitehurst May he use it with skill. Said David Elmore, I leave my dignified way To Harold Painter To use the rest of his days. Carl Ainsley said In a very loud noise, I leave my talkative ways to all Junior boys! Witnesses: Phyllis Mayo Judy Acree Lorraine Mayo To Hilda Tedder Says Mattie Brady with poise, I willingly bequeath My way with the boys. I will all my curls Said Judy Acree with a jolt, To that cute little gal Whose name is Carole Holt. I leave my weight Said Russell Messer in a whiz, To Bobby Proctor May he add it to his. Eddie B. Fowlkes, We heard Woody Sawyer tell, Can certainly have My ability to yell. To Helen Marks Said Mary Frances McCracken in a daze, I solemnly will My quiet ways. All our worldly possessions, We have gladly willed So our bequeathing duties are Now all stilled, May the Senior Class of ' 54 Linger in your memories forevermore. The Senior Class of Tarboro Joy Poindexter, Testator