Union High School - Acorn Yearbook (Vale, NC)

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Class Poem MAGIC MOMENTS Come with me, take my hand. I'm taking you, seniors, to a magic land, We'll walk again in primary days, To recall jolly times of our school-child phrase. We hastened to learn, so very quick, Our reading, 'ritin, and 'rithmetic. And, as if we were in a daze, Time passed quickly, in a haze. Not many dunce caps were placed on our heads. The teachers delighted with spankings, instead. lust studying wasn 't all, Everyone loved to play, especially ball. Then, at last, our time grew near, The great day had come, our Freshman year, New duties were ours, jobs were begung We, soon learned a new song would be sung! We were the jolliest under the sun. Those last years were to be, Our high-school educational destiny, Finally, the wonderful year shall come, The class of '60, Gee, our life's just begun. Our class consists of 41, I shall enumerate, For next spring, we shall graduate, When, we, together do convene, There's Three Brendas, two Janes, and one Jean. Handsome Bobby, Friendly Timmie, Talky Max and two Jimmys, Pretty Patsy, and Clyde, our king, Sweet Rosa Nell, and intelligent Larry and Madgalene, Athletic Barry, Franklin, Josie, Carolyn and Snook, Whizzes at ball, smart in books. lndustrious Janice and Christine are to be seen, Nice Clafton, Rosa Lee and let's not forget likeable Eugene Serious Mattie Ann, and Peggy, her pal, Two Jerrys and Roy to boost our morale. Among the group you will see, Lively Joyce and quiet, B. E. Clara, a nice girl and two cute Mary Lees Sonny, Linda, Ralph, and, of course, there's me. We'll never forget our teacher, so kind, Our patient and energetic, Mrs. Rhyne!

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When we came almost to shore, my guide, Max Johnson, told me that the vineyards all along the bank were all owned by partners, by name Roy Shultz and Eugene Sain. I decided to cut my tour short and do some shopping. Upon entering the exclusive fashion shop, I recognized the Dorsey twins, Mary Lee and Rosa Lee, and told them I wanted to see several styles of white formals. I was even more astounded when the streamlined models, Josie Spenser and Carolyn Green, came before me in a beautiful array of Chif- fon evening wear, all designed by the famous designers, Clafton Tessner and Rosa Nell Armstrong. After purchasing a lovely gown, I needed a pair of satin shoes to complete my ensemble which I bought at the Mademoiselle Shop. The proprietors were Jean Wyant, Peggy Scronce, and Linda Gilbert. My day being completed, I decided to have dinner at the Fountain Bleu where I was entertained by Lib Hoover, Jane Killian, and Clara Cochrane doing their well- known French Dance. Upon returning to my hotel room, for a much needed rest, I read the newspaper and my eyes nearly bulged out when I saw the headlines which read American guest of Queen Elizabeth. Seeing that the boy's face looked familiar I read farther to discover it was my high school friend, Larry Leonard. Quickly leafing through the paper another article caught my eye. Brenda Sain, who has won world fame as a novelist is working on a book of phychology and is being assisted by Brenda Carswell, psychiatrist, called to France from the United States. The next morning I had to rush like mad to get to the Palace of Versailles before ten o'clock. At the Palace of Versailles the Peace Conference is to be held in the Hall of Mirrors. As I went into the room I was escorted by B. E. Gilbert and later found out that Jimmy Elmore was also a page-boy. After the conference started, I recognized the faces of Christine Crowder and Janice Anderson. Later I discover that they are representatives from the United Nations. By now you are wondering what I was doing in France. It so happens that I was rep- resenting the United States at the World Peace Conference. Oh! On the way home I took an airplane, the stewardess, Nancy Sain, was very nice to me. I also noticed a couple sitting behind meg I turned around to see Joyce and Olen Travis. Joyce told me that they were on their second honeymoon. My daydream came to an abrupt end when Mrs. Rhyne asked me to translate a paragraph in French. Prophet, Mary Lee Taylor f X 'N 'xl X 'X I 1 S

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We looked puzzled to the coming years, With open hearts, free from fears Our life's ambitions will be our works: From such opportunities, we cannot shirk. Some of us will have jobs in imaginative dream lands, While others may work on foreign sands, Or some branch of secretarial sorts, Law, medicine, mechanics, and sports. Whatever we choose in life to be, Will be the right decision, you'll seep Golly! We're forgetting one thing! We would not be graduating this spring, Had it not been for our teachers and principal, so swell. And our fathers and mothers who kept us well. Yes, in ourselves our futures lie And our treasured school days die, Truer words were never spoken, We take this motto as our token. This has ended my magic song, But, always the triumphant melody lingers on. Poetess Judy Jonas Class History With twelve years of growth and acquired knowledge, it is time for another Acron to fall from the old Union 'tree' and with it our history falls also. To begin our class history, I will start with the opening of school in 1955 when twenty-three pupils from Howards Creek joined us at Union making a total of seventy. We were the largest eighth grade ever at Union, making our teachers' worries greater. In 1956 we accepted the name Freshmen with great pride and entered the high school groove. Officers were elected in each section and served respectively through the year. Nine of our girls made up the Girls' Junior Varsity and seven of the boys made up the Boys' Junior Varsity. The Sophomores of 1957 we became Juniors of '58. We were grouped into one big section for the first time since we had started school. Wanting our Junior-Senior banquet to be a success, we sold magazines, Stanley products, and Christmas cards. The banquet took place at Cedar Park, April 3. Nineteen of the Junior class were received into the Beta Club, When school opened in the fall of 1959, our class became the almighty seniors. We immediately elected officers, chose superlativesg and selected our class motto, flower, and colors. Our history is small and unimportant to some, But the memories will linger and the thoughts remain. Of those winding trails and hardened paths, Of our parents' encouragement, and Our teachers' guidance That led us to the achievement. Historian Nancy Sain v