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

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CLASS POEM Our school life now is closing; We leave with heavy hearts. Within your walls, dear Wakelon, Our memory ne’er departs. We leave with dreams of life ahead, Each dream a separate place; For when we leave dear Wakelon, We meet life face to face. We hear the future calling, To meet it we must strive; With lofty heads and hearts so strong. Goes forth the Class of Fifty-five. Class Poet Jean Bunn CLASS SONG (Tune; Bells of Saint Mary ) The bells of old Wakelon, Our dear Alma Mater, To us they are ringing A love song so dear. Our class will remember The good days together, We’ll cherish you, we’ll honor You, forever more. We classmates together, Now bid you adieu, For soon, we will leave you, The school that we love. To you, our dear loved one, We pledge you our honor, and sing Our praise and love to you, Dear Wakelon High. The bells of old Wakelon, We hear they are calling, The Class of Fifty-five, Who come from this school; And so our companions, when future Is calling, our school bells, Shall ring out, no more, The Golden Rule.

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CUTEST Be good, sweet maid, and let who can be clever. PATSY ALLMAN BILLY GREEN SENIOR SNAPSHOTS WAKELON SCHOOL

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SENIOR CLASS HISTORY On a bright September morning in 1943, a group of happy but frightened children were greeted by the friendly smiling faces of Mrs. Eva Page and Mrs. Lois Wall. On that day, our adventure into the world of education was begun. Since that time, we have blazed a trail forward through the grades leaving behind many memorable inci¬ dents which are never to be forgotten ones with all of us. In our first year for in¬ stance, we can never remember our room with a vacant corner. Jo Ann tells us that in the first grade someone stole her lunch and to this day she hasn ' t found the culprit. We were a very proud group of second graders; our teachers were Miss Dean Hardi¬ son and Mrs. Carter Studdert. If we remember correctly, Miss Hardison ' s favorite pastime that year was wielding the paddle; many felt its sting. In our second year we also had our only fatality--Leamon Long, one of our classmates, was killed. In the third grade, with Mrs. Mary Lowery and Miss Mozell Rogers as our teachers, we had our first real battle with English. Today--we find ourselves still struggling. In the third grade we learned the tactics of modern cowboy and Indian warfare in our well- hidden fort under the gym. Journeying upstairs was a frightening experience for some of us, but we found we really had nothing to fear, for the fourth grade wasn’t nearly as bad as we had expected. Even so at the end of the year we were glad Miss Davis--now Mrs. Ben Thomas--and Mrs. Winston decided to send us to the fifth grade where we were met by Mrs. Helen Gregory and Miss Annie Lou Alston. After a year of hard studying and memorizing quite a few poems, we successfully passed all our subjects and went hurrying on our way to the sixth grade. The main attraction of our sixth year other than our studies, was Cupid ' s arrows which seem to have been shot throughout the whole sixth grade. Due to this, the art of note passing was taken up; that includes love notes to Jeanne Bobbitt. Nonsense aside, we learned our lessons well and under the capable leadership of Mrs. Wallace Chamblee and Mrs. Lee Currin, we made our grade. Mrs. F.E. Bunn and Mrs. Harold Sauls were our seventh grade teachers. We re¬ call how that year, Avo of our classmates dressed in full red skirts portrayed high school cheerleaders. Well, Sandy and Patsy, we see you made it. Bubble gum, also, be¬ came the fad that year. In the eighth grade under the guidance of Miss Gladys Baker and Mr. Harold Sauls, stars and blossoms came into our lives. It was then we took up the study of astronomy and flowers. We, also, became acquainted with the subjects which we were to hit with full force the next year. The same year, Mr. Sauls passed out cigars. At last, the grand day arrived. We had become Freshmen in high school. For beginners we did well, even though we did forget which way to go occasionally and also which class was when; but we soon learned. Our teachers in the ninth grade were Miss Melba Strickland and Mr. Jim Fish. It was under the capable leadership of Mr. Fish that all the girls of the class can say truthfully that they learned the art of giving artificial respiration. Both girls and boys can never forget the day we had health ex¬ aminations in Raleigh, especially the lunch hour. Mr. Herbert Holt and Miss Irma Walker were our teachers in our tenth year. Dur¬ ing that year, several of the girls started going steady while the boys had notrealized