Walstonburg High School - Talisman Yearbook (Walstonburg, NC)

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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

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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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CLASS PROPHECY On a bright sunny day, I went for a walk to the hills beyond the town where I was staying. It was Spring. I knew it because I could feel it in my very being, and I could hear the chirping of the birds as I walked along. The flower blossoms were heavenly, while the grass was a green vel- vety mat.- I soon came to the most beautiful spot in the world. The pine trees stood as if guarding the small crea- tures under them. The flowers were so thick one could not tell one from another. There, too, was a little blue stream with the rocks making a small waterfall. I sat on the green grr.ss and with my back against a tree I began to dream. Soon I was startled to hear the croaking of a toad frog. The small green toad had lines of brown upon his back. I stared at him and he at me until I felt that he wanted me to follow him. In my aream I did follow him til I could go no further. I sat down upon a rock; however, the toad would not leave me. Suddenly, I stared before me. For a second it was so blurred I could not tell what it was; but as it took shape before my eyes, I saw that I was back in Walstonburg. There were two cottages. One had green shut- ters and a beautiful sloping lawn and the other, larger than the first one, had flowers blooming around it, which made it look like a painted picture. There were children running and playing, around the white houses. I was soon to learn that these cotages belonged to Arleta and Bruce and to Elizabeth and Hady, our two senior romances which proved not to be just puppy love. The toad would not let me linger any longer but bad me on my way again. I thought I had lost the toad because I could not hear his croaking any longer; then there was blackness. The toad’s croaking came to me again although I had to . strain my ears to hear him above the noise of traffic. I opened my eyes wider and saw the lights of a large city, which looked like New York. It was. The smell of ether told me I was near a hospital — the largest one in New York. I somehow found myself inside looking into the pleasant face of Mildred Holloman, whose brilliant smile had calmed the nerves of thousands of patients coming to the hospital to see the world-famous woman doctor, Peggy Reason. As I talked to Doctor Reason, I learned that Rachel Honeycutt’s ambition had come true. She was the head nurse at the hospital. The toad was again calling me; so I began to follow. Once more there was darkness, but it lasted only a few minutes because I learned I had gone only to the New York harbor where I saw the great ship, The Queen Elizabeth, landing. Its captain came down the gangplank, and to my surprise it was none other than Dick Tugwell. Following only a few paces behind Dick was Henry Wheeler, Dick’s co-captain. Yes, the senior class Mutt and Jeff were still together, and by their happy smiles I knew they were having the time of their livgs sailing. Standing there by the gangplank I saw above the crowd coming down the plank none other than Annie Laurie Jones. While talking to Annie Laurie, I was told that she was a private secretary to one of the lead- ing businessmen in the city of New York. She was just re- turning from England where she and her employer had been on business. The toad’s croaking soon blurred the picture of the water. The toad croaked so very loud 1 jumped to s?e wha ' c was the matter. To my horror I saw a man lying on the ground, while bending over him, doing what she could, was the efficient nurse Evelyn Mann. I glanced up in time to see the car which had hit the man and glimpsed the face of Chubby Liverman, the speeder of the class. I went to the car when it stopped and learned from Chubby that he was now teaching mathematics in a large high school. While I was talking to Chubby, he told me this case would have to go to court? and that he would need a lawyer. He said he knew a young lawyer who would be glad to help him. The young lawyer whom Chubby was talking about was Zadock Cobb, whose brilliant mind was leading him to become one of the most successful lawyers in New York. The toad was again beckoning me to follow. As I did so blackness swayed before me and I was lost in that black- ness. I cannot imagine how long I was in that darkness, but again I heard the croaking of the toad. The toad was com- ing closer and closer until I was standing beside him. My eyes flew open and I looked upon a wide open country. There were trees before my eyes, but as we began walking I could see a beautiful farm house. Before the house was a large sign upon which was written, Ray Bailey, Owner. Ray had used his F. F. A. training to a good advantage. Ray was in the yard and I went up to talk to him. He toid me that Hortense Gainey was on a tour of the United States as a traveling companion to a weal thy old woman. The toad was carrying me to another large city. I knew because I could hear the moving of the traffic and the shout- ing of the policemen. One voice stood out among all others. As I opened my eyes, I saw Ray Hardison. He was in the center of the street directing traffic. I began looking into the windows of the shops and suddenly before my eyes was the name Anna Webber, Beauty Salon. When I walked into the beauty shop, Anna saw me and came over. We began talking about our class, and she told me that Margaret Suggs was in Chicago also. She was a receptionist for one on Chicago’s leading dentists. The toad would let me linger with Anna for only a few minutes but had me again on the streets of Chicago. I stop- ped at one of the sign boards that had just been put up, and to my surprise whose name did I see but that of Cekada Craft who was appearing at the Chicago Opera House. Ce- kada’s beautiful tenor voice had made him one of the world’s • leading opera singers. Again the toad was leading me away from Chicago. I could not imagine where he could be taking me; however, I learned that we were going westward to Texas where I was to see the familiar face of Tommie Beaman. I went up to Tommie and asked him what he was now doing. He said he was running a large dry-goods store for the cowboys and the Mexicans who wanted eastern clothes. The toad called to me above a very heavy fog. We were traveling again. I soon learned we were back in good old North Carolina. We were in Raleigh. I picked up the News and Observer and on the front page was a news story bear- ing the name of Johnnie Holloman. It seems that Johnnie was doing quite well on the staff of the News and Obser- ver. As I read on I could tell that Johnnie’s English under the teaching of Miss Wright had proved very profitable. The toad took my attention from the newspaper and led me to a shop which had painted on the window, Alyce Hardison, Artist. I went in and could see that Alyce’s draw- ing ability was paying off. The toad’s croaking was carrying me I knew not where. I could not hear him anymore. I wanted him to go on but it seemed that my little toad was tired so we stopped. I awoke with a start, but still I was dazed for a minute. I realized that a feeling of loneness was around me because it had been so long since I had seen the class of 1950. It was almost- dark when I went back sl owly from the hills where I had relived a wonderful phase of my life. Class Prophet Ann Cox