Walstonburg High School - Talisman Yearbook (Walstonburg, NC)

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CUSS POEM UNFORGOTTEN YEARS Precious memories will linger of our happy high school days, Of the Junior-Senior banquets and the parties, games and plays. Walstonburg has left us memories, memories that are very dear, Pointing to a star to guide us as we plan a great career. As we go into the future, should our star grow somewhat dim. And the paths that spread before us face us with a prospect grim, We will do our best to conquer as we go our. separate ways, Practicing the truths we’ve learned here in our happy high school days. We will not forget our teachers; they have been the best of friends. They stood by us in our struggles round the rough and crooked bends. Their continuous correcting will remain with us forever, For we know that they were seeking from each one his best endeavor. Now our high school days are over; gone are all those happy years. And we see those joys but vaguely for our eyes are dim with tears. But, since we have our diplomas, we must turn our gaze afar To the days that lie before us mounting toward our wondrous star. Annie Mae Boykin Class Poet

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BECKY HOLLOMAN BOBBY MOORE

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CLASS HISTORY It was spring and the warmth of the sun on such a calm day felt wonderful. How I loved to wander through the fields and woods out in the spacious country! It was only yesterday that I, wanting to be alone, decided to take a long walk and think things over. There was just the faintest breeze; everything seemed so peaceful. So I, clad in dungarees and an old shirt, set out on my usual expedition. Strangely enough, I seemed unusually moody. I wasn’t exactly happy and yet I wasn’t sad Oh, I just wanted to go somewhere where I could sit and think. I knew just the spot down by the old canal. As I was sitting on the edge of the canal bank, nudging my bare toes lazily into the sand, I suddenly became aware of the strangest feeling. I could see myself very clearly now as I really am, about to finish high school and begin a life all my own; a new life. Soon I will be actually grown-up. All of our high school days will be in our hearts to remember always. I can remember very well, when we, the Senior Class of ’52, were Freshmen. There were twenty-six of us that first year in high school. Becoming new members of high school made us feel as though we were practically grown. Our class president was Faye Parker and she proved to be a very capable one. We had several class parties and weiner roasts but we did not take any trips. Just being Freshmen was exciting enough for us! Mr. Troy Godwin, our teacher, was wonderful, too. During our Sophomore year, we had become more accustomed to the daily routine of high school. We seemed to fit in much better. However, we regretted having lost five students during the summer, but this did not make us any less active. We tried to be hard workers, but still, we had our fun. As we were a rather rowdy group, our instructor, Mr. Robert Baxter, worked hard trying to make us work. We elected Bonnie Rae Pierce as our class president that year. A few members of our class were represented on the Varsity basketball team. Of these members, we were very proud. It seemed that, after all, our Sophomore year slipped away rather rapidly. We were very happy when we became Juniors. We thought, ‘‘Surely now, we re important members of the W ’burg High School. We will settle down and work hard. ” We wanted the public to recognize us as important beings, too. As a result of our hard work, our Junior-Senior Ban- quet proved to be a success. To Mrs. Mary Ellen Shirley, our wonderful Junior teacher, we feel as though we owe a lot of credit. She helped us all she could and in every way. Because of her, our Junior year was a successful one. We were indeed very proud when we received our class rings in the fall. To us, they were really the hi-light of the eleventh grade. I remember that in our Junior year, Mr. Frank Ceruzzi, our biology teacher, sponsored a trip to Chapel Hill and Raleigh sight seeing. The trip proved to be a very educational as well as a thrilling one. Our Junior Class president, who proved to be a very outstanding one, was Billy Davis. We feel that Billy was one the best presidents that we have ever had. His loyalty to the class won’t ever be forgotten. When visualizing ourselves in the past, we find that the roll we played as Seniors stands out the clearest. Melvin Cunningham made a wonderful president. We could never have found a better person anywhere than Miss Louise Ellis for our Senior teacher. With her guidance, we feel that we reached our goal. Our last year was begun in a big way by editing our school annual. After we had completed our annual, we, with the encouraging help of Miss Ellis, gave our Senior Play, which was successful. To you, Miss Ellis, we were indeed very grateful. With the ordering of calling cards, invitations, caps and gowns, and doing all the other im- portant duties that were necessary, we were kept very busy. Of all our years in high school, the last one proved to be our fullest. As our high school days were quickly nearing an end for us, we, a class of nineteen seniors, sadly realized that we were about to leave all our wonderful classmates and teachers, never to return again as faithful members of the Walstonburg High School. As graduation is just around the corner, we are about to receive our diplomas, wherein perhaps lies the key to our future. We, never having been a favorite class among the teachers, feel that we have completed successfully our first great step toward building for each of us a firm foundation. Darkness seemed to have come all of a sudden for when I finally came out of this miraculous daze, I realized it was already twilight. The stars were beginning to peer out into the night. I could see a full moon off in the distance. Everything was so beautiful but very solemn, too. I jumped up, knowing I had to hurry home. I had really stayed away longer than I realized, but I think in those few hours there on the canal bank, I have finally realized the real meaning of life. As I strolled homeward, I seemed to possess a new courage, one that made me glad that I am finishing high school. Oddly enough, I seemed very anxious to welcome this new life that a- wafted me. Mary Alice Gay HISTORIAN