Union High School - Acorn Yearbook (Vale, NC)

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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

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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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Last Will and Testament We, the Senior Class, do hereby will to our parents and faculty our many thanks and appreciation for the patience, loving understanding, and guidance that they have given us. To the Juniors, Sophomores, and Freshmen we leave all our cherished mem- ories, and the hope that each and every student will prosper in the coming years. I, Bobby Abernethy, will my bus to Judy Seagle in the hope that she will enjoy driving it as much as she thinks she will, I, Max Johnson, do hereby will my school books to Maxine Johnson in hopes that she learns more than I did. I, Sonny Wise, will my Business Math book to my brother, Keith, hoping that he learns as much math as I did. I, Jimmy Taylor, will my bus to Richard Baucom hoping that he can keep people out of the gas tank better than I did, I, Jerry Canipe, do hereby will my ability to get along with the teachers to anyone who can stand them better than I did. I, Brenda Carswell, do hereby will my odd-ball ideas and inquisitive whys to anyone desiring them. I, Lib Hoover, do hereby will my good behavior and quietness to Tootie Hartsoe hoping she can acquire the same modesty that I have. I, Joyce Travis, do hereby will my shorthand book to my sister, Kay Dellin- ger, in hopes that she can read and write it better than I. We, Josie Spencer and Carolyn Greene, do hereby will our back seat on the activity bus to Nancy Spencer. I, Jimmy Elmore, do hereby will my back seat in English Class to my two brothers, Jerry and Howard, in hopes that they can learn more than I did, I, Ralph Grigg, do hereby will my ability to study to anyone who wants it. I, Christine Crowder, do hereby will my position as Co-editor on the Trail Blazer to anyone capable of obtaining it in hopes that they do a better job than I didg also, the good times I have had to my brother, Michael. I, Eugene Sain, will my bus to the next driver in hopes that he or she can arrive at a time suitable to the students riding it, Also, hoping that they can be more successful at holding down the job. I, Jane Propst, hereby will my Physics Book to my sister, Maxine, and hope she learns more than I did, We, Mary Lee Taylor, Brenda Gilbert, and Judy Jonas, will our good times and our ability to get into trouble to Bernice Houser, Janice Whitner, and Sam- mie Haynes, hoping that they stick together as we have. I, Barry Sain, do hereby will Bus 49 to anyone who thinks they are capable of keeping the students quietg and my good times at Union to my kid brother, Tim. I, Clyde Ingle, do hereby will my job as mimeographer on the Trail Blazer to anyone who wants inky handsg and all my good times at Union to my broth- er, Danny.