Walstonburg High School - Talisman Yearbook (Walstonburg, NC)

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CLASS HISTORY It was in the year of ' 48 That we as Freshmen met our fate. We entered high school. Twenty-four Met Mr. Godwin at the door We weren ' t so slow to learn the rules And keep them too, like stubborn mules. We went to Raleigh in that year The sights to see, the sounds to hear. And when that night we each got home We were too tired to want to roam. Our Freshman year was quickly done And most were Sophs, the lucky ones. We loved our teacher, Mrs. Peeler, More and more each day As she was always kind to us In every little way. Our sophomore year, I think you ' ll find Us really on the beam. That was the year a few of us First made the Vars ' ty team. The joys of our Junior year Were such that few with them compare. Heart Troubles was our Junior play, A big success in every way. Our banquet next was in the file. Mrs. Shirley helped plan it in Spanish style. Our Senior year has come at last. The year of ' 51. We ' re working hard, but still we find A lot that must be done. We won the tobacco contest Our second consecutive year. And soon began to realize Graduation Day was near. We will be sad to leave our school That we have loved so true. But we ' ll be loyal always No matter what we do. There may be just enough space left. Although there isn ' t much. To tell you of Miss Ellis And of her magic touch In helping seniors to get through Their hardest year of school And teaching us the best thing is, Obey the Golden Rule. DEAN TUGWELL

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CLASS WILL We, the dignified Senior Class of Nineteen Hundred and Fifty-One, of Walstonburg High School, being of sound minds and healthy bodies do hereby, in accordance with the laws of this State, publish and proclaim this to be our Last Will and Testament. After having this phase of our education, we wish to dispose of our properties in the following ways which seemeth wise in our judgement without having taken advice of councel from anyone: PART I To dear old Walstonburg High, we leave our honor and devotion which will protect her through the years. PART II To our Principal, Mr. Peeler, and to our Superintendent, Mr. Davis, and to our Faculty, we leave our sincere thanks and appreciation for what they have done for us in the past. PART III Each Senior has a personal request for certain things to be willed, without regard to past favors or disfavors, as follows: BETTY GAYE leaves the title of Tobacco Queen to NETA SUTTON. WESLEY COBB wills his sports ' abilities and position on the Basketball team to TOMMY NORVILLE. DELMA WOOTEN bequeaths her high scholastic rating to KATHLEEN STRICKLAND (Thomas ' sister). EUGENE BEAMAN wills his curly black hair to BABE HARRELL and DWIGHT NORVILLE. JANE FIELDS leaves her ability to hook a man to MAG GAY. JIMMY SHIRLEY wills his ability to show off to BILLY DAVIS. ORTHY WOOTEN leaves her quiet disposition to the two noisiest girls in the Eighth Grade JOAN PARKER and DORIS DIXON. JIMMY COX appoints PEE WEE GALLOWAY to execute his silly laugh in the years to come. DEAN TUGWELL leaves her school bus to BILLY SHACLEFORD and the LEWIS ' STORE GANG. MAYLON SHIRLEY wills his flirting ways to R03ERT COX (Good Luck!) LOIS WOOTEN wills her pretty red hair to BETTY ANN SAWYER, since Betty Ann poured merthio- late on hers to turn it red . CLARENCE MERCER leaves his ability to make Honor Roll once during his Senior year to JUNE BUG SUTTON. PART IV To the Juniors, we leave our Senior privileges and deepest regards for their not being able to leave for another year. To the Sophomores, we leave our serious minds. To the Freshmen we leave our hopes for their success. To Miss Ellis we give our grateful appreciation for helping us over the last mile-stone in our climb through High School. In apologies for not writing a better will, I, Betty Hobbs, just leave. BETTY HOBBS Testatrix

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PROPHECY Rich man, poor man, beggar man, thief; Doctor, lawyer, Indian Chief. Men from boys are bound to grow. The earth their worldly goods to show. Housewife, career girl, whatever you may. O ' er all the lands the girls will stray; The college campus will be so bright. In the light of the day and the soft of the night. We ' ll carry with us a strong reflection. For Walstonburg High in every direction. Seniors, to Seniors, all of us. Not ever to gripe, complain or fuss. We ' ve covered the market in every profession. So gather round and check the lesson. Betty Hobbs, a bright brunette. Was never one to cry or fret, When her college days have passed. An English teacher she ' ll be classed. Bedecked in jewels. Bright and beautiful. Will she make a wife so sweet and dutiful? Maybe a nurse with laughter so light. Wherever she is, Betty Gaye will be right. Subject to the draft and bound to pass. Is Eugene Beaman, alas, alas. He ' ll beat ' em to the draw, he ' ll lose the mob. He ' ll get a blue suit and be a gob. Lois Wooten with mind so serious. Has never seemed a bit delirious. She ' ll be so happy as she tends her students. Never will she see the least impudence. In being a success there is a key, A very hard worker you must be. To Jimmy Cox, show business looks fine. He ' ll find in the theater a huge gold mine. An up-to-date farmer, hard to beat, Watching the rain, the snow, the sleet, Clarence Mercer will plant his crops. In all Greene County his farm will be tops. In every group there is always one. To whom being a wife is the only fun. Delma Wooten is the pride and joy. Of a cute convertible and a wonderful boy. Quiet as a mouse and very cute Going to work in a trim blue suit, Orthy Wooten will succeed As a librarian, fine indeed. Maylon Shirley the lanky one. Whose biggest thrill is to throw a pun. Will be a plow jockey and a farming man With a loaded wallef and a face dead pan. Wesley Cobb, the athletic type. Has never been heard to utter a gripe. His biggest thrill is a basketball, And to play for State with seldom a fall. To mold little minds an essential thing. For in their hearts happiness must ring. To Miss Dean Tugwell the biggest aim. Is to teach the kids the very best game. To Jimmy Shirley who loves the air. No other career would be quite fair. Than to fly a plane so high in the sky. And wave to the rest of us as he passes by. JANE FIELDS