Wakelon High School - Wak Igh An Yearbook (Zebulon, NC)

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“Poem To Wakelon High we now must say adeiu. Forever to leave its teachings all so true. But ere we leave thee our dear old school. Let us look back and see thee as a rule. A rule to mold our many lives, A rule to help us through our many strifes, A rule to guide our wandering feet along their way, A rule we ' ll thank our God for some future day. Our hearts are to Wakelon High so true, And may we be in everything we do So temperate, modest, kind and wise. That our School will proudly say, They ' re Ours. We know that our paths must part ere long. And in our many undertakings, may we be strong. Our devotion so true, will always be, To Wakelon High, our Alma Mater, Only thee. Norma Pearce Class Poet CLASS FLOWER: Red Carnation CLASS COLORS: Red and White CLASS MOTTO Our past a memory, our future a dream.

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Becky Brantley Donald Driver Tootie Oakley Gerry Phillips Helen Faye Todd Christine Barham Jo Ann Jones Phillis Jackson Jean Corbett Norma Pearce Mona Fay Horton

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Se tun @( U4, tetany On September 1, 1942, we, the class of ’54, started with much fear and many tears on the long journey toward graduation. Most of us knew nothing about reading, printing or counting to a hundred. Mrs. Eva Page and Mrs. Lois Wall guided our minds into the first phase of knowledge. Very soon we were grown-up second graders with Miss Dean Hardison and Mrs. Carter Studdert as our teachers. We learned the meaning of arithme¬ tic and really got our first taste of school. The rod was spared but soap was free as rain water to little boys who had meanness in their minds. Perhaps that was as close to our minds as the teacher could get. The third year brought the freeing of the rod. Ask some of the boys what I mean. We all remember playing King and Queen around and under the gymnasium. Miss Melrose Gaylor and Miss Elizabeth Smith, who told us stories of her life as a missionary’s daugh¬ ter in Africa, were our teachers. Having completed another exciting year, we eagerly moved upstairs with Miss Thompson and Mrs. Winston. We received a new book, Geography, and much to our surprise it was more than we had bargained for. We struggled through our first assignments in fractions and outside the classroom we formed our first true rival baseball teams. In this manner we learned to win without crowing and lose without growling. Mrs. Gregory and Miss Alston were our fifth grade teachers. Many of us remember the day that part of the ceiling fell down in Miss Alston ' s room when she stomped the floor. We never figured out whether the room was poorly constructed or whether our teacher was exceptionally strong. Ask Douglas Cooke how it feels to have your head rung with a picture frame. I am sure that none of us will ever forget Mrs. Gregory ' s dog and the thrills that he added to our classroom. During the sixth year, Mrs. Wallace Chamblee and Miss Rebekah Talbert gave their undivided attention to teaching us the fundamentals of good citizenship and the appre¬ ciation of fine art. We are sure that Mrs. Chamblee will agree that some of us had very little art ability. Mrs. Bunn and Miss Hilda Martin were our seventh grade teachers. We were very proud to be the Seniors of grammar school and accepted graciously the advice that was given us about going into the high school building. During the year we began having our first parties outside of school. I wonder if Carol remembers falling over a fence while going to a weenie roast. Finally, the big day came. We entered the high school building with Miss Baker and Mrs. Knott as our teachers. Two of the greatest thrills of the year were publishing an annual and composing a North Carolina File.