Union High School - Acorn Yearbook (Vale, NC)

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LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT OF THE CLASS OF 1944 We, the Senior Class of 1944, being of sound mind, and realizing that we will soon leave our dear Alma Mater, wish to leave our vast estate and personal property as follows: SECTION I 1. To the Faculty we do will and bequeath our sincere appreciation for their sympathy and kindness shown us during our high school course. SECTION II 1. To the Junior Class we leave our honored seats in chapel. 2. To the Sophomore Class we will and bequeath our ability to get along with the teachers. 3. To the Freshmen we will our ability to make high grades. SECTION III 1. I, Jack Carpenter, do hereby will and bequeath to Ray Seagle my blond wavy hair, with the hope that he can arrange it better than I have. 2. I, Ruby Conner, hereby will to Jean Carpenter my height so she won’t have to stand on somebody’s shoulders to see. 3. I, Ruby Davis, will my ability to chew gum in English to Mary Sue Huss. 4. I, Erma Deen Heafner, will my friendly ways to Dorothy Smith. 5. I, L. B. Helms, wish to leave my position as bus driver to Bill Scronce. 6. I, Fred Houser, hereby will my shyness around girls to Wayne Scronce, with the hope he will overcome it. 7. I, Sarah Huss, will my Physics book to Nelta Ward, with the hope she understands it better than I have.

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ooo CLASS POEM Into this new year of war and strife, United, we, the Seniors go, Our duty is to fight for liberty and life, That’s why “On To Victory” is our motto. Our feet must turn from the friendly way, And venture into the unknown road, Guide them well, they must not stray, FOr ene OLNY ICLOLysissoutmcoue: Some of us will march with plowshares, While others will march with guns, But all of us will fight with prayers For every Mother’s fighting sons. From the well-known halls of Union we go, Girded with the armor of knowledge, and right, That alone can stop, and turn back the foe, And win for America, the ever victorious fight. Our success, if it is so decreeded, We owe to our teachers, our friend, Our guide, our strength, the help in need, To them, our thanks we humbly extend. Class Poet, GATE RIN Eek OOne

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ooo 10. ibis Pep Be 14. L5. 16. WS, 18. I, Bob Huss, do hereby will and bequeath my French book to Catherine Warlick, with the hope that she gets more out of it than I have. We, Dorothy Meeks, Emma Lou Lynch, and Paunise Hoyle, do hereby will and bequeath our everlasting friendship to Kermit Self, Roy Hoyle and Faye Hallman. I, Margaret Lantz, leave my position as pianist in chapel to Charles Brown, with the hope that he gets more vocal response than I have. I, Helen Leatherman, hereby will to Gene Sain my quietness in school. I, Catherine Roof, will to Mae Seagle my vivid imagination, with the hope that she doesn’t get as many bat-brained ideas as I have. I, Billie Seagle, do hereby will and bequeath my English book to Everette Houser, hoping he learns to speak English better than I have. I, Al Stone, bequeath all I never consumed from all the books I never read to everyone that never passed. I, Hal Ward, do hereby will and bequeath to John C. Hoover my cigarette ducks, hoping he will get by without getting caught as I have. I, Margaret Wilson, do hereby will and bequeath my ability to get around quick in the gym to Anita Bolinger. I, Bill Wood, do hereby will my small size to W. C. Scronce. I, Fritz Yonce, do will and bequeath my place in the Library to Louise Wyant, hoping she will get as much fun out of it as I have. Witnessed Therefore: Both our light and serious sides, as we set this, our last seal upon our years at Union. MARGARET WILSON, Testator. 009 0090