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

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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

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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 PROPHECY ANYTHING CAN HAPPEN On the night of June 18, 2000, as I was sitting in my modern space home in Venus- ville, I began thinking of my old classmates, and I decided to return to earth and visit them in Future City . After packing my space bag and donning my new plaid space traveling suit, I was prepared for my journey. I caught the spacecoach at the station, and was finally on my way. As the spacecoach pulled into Future City, my destination, I decided first to look up some of my former classmates. The first person I ran into was none other than Sonny Burnette, now a policeman in Future City. Next I passed the Mars Elementary School, and I saw Polly Whitehurst, a third grade teacher ; Mary Eleanor Tew, a fir st grade teacher; Doris Jenkins and Selma Herring, teach- ing home economics; Mollie Ann Tedder, teaching her pupils to be laboratory technicians as she was. A few of the children they were teaching were those of housewives: the former Peggy O ' Neal, Rosa Lee Savage, Barbara Newsome, Betty Lou Dew, and Doris Downs. I glanced across the street, and there was a sign on the great opera house, in big lights, Phyllis Mayo, Vocalist; and Russell Messer, Concert Pianist. I later discovered that Bobby O ' Neal, and J.C. Moore, retired millionaires, were joint owners of the opera house. Then as I went zooming down the street, Carl Ainsley, the number one playboy of the town, saw me and invited me to a big space dance that night. While we were talking, one of my dearest friends, Pat Martin, a happy housewife, came along; and after a warm greet- ing and hurried discussion of old times, she invited me to stay at her home while I was visiting in Future City. After we got home, I began making preparations for the Star and Moon Dance. Pat suggested that I go to Sexton and Price ' s Beauty Salon, aperated by no other than Mary Elizabeth and Peggy, to have my hair set. On my way down town I passed the newly built telephone office, and I was informed that Mattie Brady, Mary Louise Johnson, and Frances McCracken were big wheels, and even more surprising Joyce Brown was secretary to the biggest wheel ! I thought that since I was on my vacation, I would go in and have a chat for old times sake with them. They told me that Judy Acree was an outstanding social worker in Future City, and that Alvin Dawson was a mechanic at Rusty Joe ' s Garage. Woody Sawyer is Future City ' s most outstanding C. P. A. I could have talked with them for hours about those good ole days when, but I was al- ready late for my appointment at the Beauty Salon. I did have to look my best for I might be as lucky at the big get together as I had been so far in renewing old acquaintances. After I had my hair set, I had a little free time; therefore I thought I would visit one of the law offices were Vaun Russell was employed as a private secretary. I visited the Hornthal Law Firm: that name seemed to ring a bell and sure enough as I entered the door, there sat Tony with his feet propped on the desk.