Walstonburg High School - Talisman Yearbook (Walstonburg, NC)

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CLASS HISTORY As we come to the end of our school days and realize the goal that we have reached, we fondly reminisce the stepping-stones that we, the Seniors, have taken to ascend this height, which is so dear to us and means so much in our life. Now let us recount the pleasant memories that have brought us to our present position. Summer vacation for us could not pass too quickly. Excitingly we began our first days of high school. It was ecstacy just to be called Freshmen and most of all to change classes. The days passed quickly and with Miss Hetty Green as teacher, we experienced many joys — one which is unforgettable to us fun loving students. That was the trip to Raleigh. School was soon out and vacation loomed before us. Our leisure time was thoroughly enjoyed for we knew that soon again school would begin. School started and we eagerly stepped into our new class room, which was another of our stepping-stones. With delight we found that Mrs. Peeler was our teacher. Times came when the going was treacherous, but with the guidance and foresight of Mrs. Peeler we endured the test as Sophomores. Thankful we were when vacation was near; yet there was something we experienced that year that shaped us for our next stepping-stone as Juniors. Vacation passed rapidly, for we were thinking of the honor of being Juniors. As the time for school to reopen drew near, we were bubbling over with joy at the many activi- ties we were to experience. First in our many activities was the receiving of our class rings, of which we were so very proud. Next came the Junior Play with Miss Chambliss as director. And finally came the Junior-Senior Banquet. With much secretive planning and whispering the blissful night arrived. It was a magic night, for it seemed we were living in a dream. Lovely red roses decked the table cloth spelling out our Junior-Senior. These dreams are ephemeral; yet we will always remember teasing those Seniors. After the banquet, our school year came quickly to a close. We left school as Juniors with determination to rest and relax all we possibly could, for we knew that out coming year would be repleted. That last year of school finally arrived, and first of all we picked our president, Ray Bailey, who proved to be very capable. With Miss Wright for guidance we knew that we would reach our goal. One of our major undertakings was the editing of the school annual. We knew that it would take much preparation and time, so we gritted our teeth and buckled down to work and produced an annual of which we are very proud. Another of our tasks was the Senior Play. Much time was given to its production, which rewarded us with success. We are grateful for the capable direction of Miss Wright. The ordering of invitations, calling cards, and caps and gowns was only one of the important happenings in our Senior year. Our most significant event was the ordering of diplomas, for we knew that within that folder lay the key to our future. We, the Seniors, sadly review the stepping-stones that we trod to reach this goal. Our lives as we look back seem to be so short-lived; yet we realize that the spirit we have .vill be retained in our memories evermore. With tears in our eyes, but with a smile on our lips we say good-bye to you W. H. S. Our hearts are elated when we remember that you have molded our lives for the future. So good-bye again our Alma Mater — to you we will always be true. Class Historian Rachel Honeycutt

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SENIOR CLASS POEM Now that we have reached that age, When all the young look toward us for support, Let us be like a guiding beacon That leads the distressed ship safely into port — Like a might oak That spreads its limbs o’er the ground, And hovers to protect the younger ones around. It struggled through the years when it was young and small. It was helped by those who were bigger, It was helped by one and all. And as the years come and go, They seem so long, so slow. We often sit and wonder why, We didn’t help more in years gone by. It is a happy thought; yet it is so sad — To think of the happy school days we spent together. If we could but have the days that once we had. As we think of them now they seem to have drifted by, like a feather on the wind. It makes us stop, and think, no matter kind of person we are — For in the future we know that we shall have a strong yearning to return. But those days shall never come back, No matter how our hearts may burn. Henry Wheeler Class Poet

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LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT We, the Senior Class of Nineteen Hundred and Fifty, having come to the end of our school years with sound minds and healthy bodies, do hereby file and declare this our last will and testament, bequeathing these most prized and loved possessions to the people under hereof named. GENERAL TERMS: To The Faculty: We leave our thanks and gratitude for all you have done for us in these past four years. To The School: We leave our love, devotion, and our promises to always stand behind you. To Mr. Peeler: We leave our esteem for your sound advice and our ad- miration for your staunch principles. To Miss Wright: For your sacrifices and inspiring examples, we the seniors leave our deepest love and appreciation. To the Juniors: Anna Webber wills her frankness of opinions to Betty Hobbs. Alyce Hardison wills her ability to date a different boy every week- end to Virginia Corbett. Arleta Wainwright wills her curly hair and cute figure to Delma Wooten. Ray Hardison wills his school bus to Clarence Mercer. P c ggy Reason wills to Jane Fields her position as Editor of the “Pack- O-News.” Annie Laurie Jones wills her basketball position to Janie Hinson. Johny Holloman wills his sweet and winning smile to Jimmy Cox. Evelyn Mann wills her fondness for Farmville to Edna Baker. Dick Tugwell wills his position as business manager of the “Pack- O-News” to Wesley Cobb. Margaret Suggs wills her long hair to Arlene Hobbs. Hortense Gainey wills her quiet conduct on class to Mary Alice Gay. Chubby Liverman wills his inclination to ask foolish questions to Eugene Beaman. Elizabeth Norman wills her fondness for convertibles, but not Hady, to Betty Gay. Mildred Holloman wills to Hattie Mae Saulter her good sportsmanship. Rachel Honeycutt wills her old boy friends to any one who wishes to have them. Ann Cox wills her admiration of her Home Economics teacher to Edna Baker. Zadock Cobb wills his “Ag. Shop” abilities to “June Bug.” Cekada Craft wills his leadership abilities to Jimmy Shirley. Tommie Beamon wills his ability to pester people to Bruton Cox. I, Ray Bailey, offer my most humble apologies for not writing a better will and testament. I hope others will profit by my mistakes. Testator Ray Bailey