Walstonburg High School - Talisman Yearbook (Walstonburg, NC)

Text from Pages 1 - 45 of the 1957 volume:

Sponsor MRS. J. E. BROWN Editor WANDA NEWELL WANDA NEWELL LYNWOOD WILLIFORD EDNA GRACE NORVILLE MYRTLE TYSON BRANTLEY AYCOCK JANICE JONES WILLIAM STALLINGS GWEN BATTEN KENNETH BEAMAN hi Si 1 , ywgjSm lLSi ■ Seated, left to right: Misters, Sam Tugwell, Sam Jenkins, Jack Cunningham. Standing: Misters, Floyd Adams, J. C. Hawkins, Albert Bundy. Sc6ooC PRINCIPAL Mr. J. C. Hawkins SUPERINTENDENT Mr. B. L. Davis CHAIRMAN of BOARD Mr. Sam Jenkins MR. J. C. HAWKINS Principal Appalachian State MRS. JOE E. BROWN English - French E.C.C. MRS. R. B. ANTHONY Home Economics E.C.C. MR. DAVID STARLING Agriculture N.C. State MR. B. C. WETHINGTON Coach A.C.C. MRS. B. C. WETHINGTON Business Education E.C.C. HORTENSE GAY Secretary of School MRS. J. GRANTHAM Music Teacher Greensboro College FICERS EDNA GRACE NOFVILLE - BRANTLEY AYCOCK - NANCY MOORE WILLIAM STALLINGS - - KENNETH BEAMAN JANICE JONES Vice President Secretary - ■ £. SENIORS AND MASCOTS CHARLES BRANTLEY AYCOCK If silence is golden then I’m bankrupt. FFA 1,2, 3, 4, Officer 2,3; 4-H Club 1,2, 3, 4, Offi- cer 2,3,4; Monogram 4; Beta Club 3,4, Officer 4; Bus Driver 4; Basketball 1, 2,3,4; Class Officer 2,4; News Staff 4; Class Play 3; Tobacco King. GWENDOLYN KAYE BATTEN The elevator of success is out of order, I ' ll take the stairs. FFA 1, 2,3.4; Glee Club 1,2,3, 4; 4-H 1, 2,3,4; Library Staff 4; News Staff 3,4. KENNETH EDWARD BEAMAN Be slow of tongue and quick of eye. Class Officer 4; FFA 1, 2, 3,4, Officer 4; Glee Club 3,4; Officer 4; Basketball 1; Baseball 1, Bus Driver 4; May Court 3; Class Play 3. JOHNNY BOYKIN Don ' t take life too seriously because you don ' t get out alive anyway. 4-H 1; FFA 1, 2; Class Play 3. DORIS JEAN BURRESS ••• ' hat’s the use of thinking if you can’t say what you think. (And I do.) Basketball 4; Class Officer 2, 3; Class Play 3; FHA 1, 2, 3, 4, Officer 3, 4. LYDIA BUTTS Why be difficult when with a little effort you can be impossible? Basketball 4; Class Officer 3; Class Play 3. JANICE JONES ' Everything I want to do is either illegal, immoral or fattening. FHA 1, 2, 3; Glee Club 2, 3, 4; 4-H Club 1, 2, Class Officer 1, 4; Cheerleader 2, 3, 4; Monogram 4; Music Club; Class Play 3; Library Staff 3, 4. CHRISTINE MOORE A good name is rather to be chosen than great riches and loving favor than silver and gold. FHA 1, 2, 3, 4; Glee Club 1, 2, 3, 4; 4-H Club 1, 2, 3; Monogram Club 4; Basketball 2, 3. 4; Class Officer 2; Class Play 3; Library Staff 2,4. Keep your temper, nobody else wants it. Basketball 3, 4; Monogram Club 4; FHA 1, 2, 3, 4, Officer 4; Class Officer 4; Class Play 3; Class Prophet. WANDA NEWELL Speak not bad of one until you are perfect. Music Club; Music Award; Glee Club 1, 2, 3, 4; Mono- gram 3,4; Beta 2,3,4; FJA 1,2, 3,4; Officer 2; Student Council 3; Class Officer 3; May Court 2, 3; Class Favorite 2; Tobacco Queen 2; News Staff 3, 4; Library Staff 2, 3; Class Play 3; Basketball 1, 2; Cheerleader 3,4. EDNA GRACE NORVILLE It is better to love one little boy lots than love lots of boys a little. Glee Club 1, 2; FHA 1, 2, 3, 4, Officer 3, 4; Beta Club 2, 3, 4; Officer 3; News Staff 4; Monogram 3, 4, Officer 4; Class Officer 3, 4; Home Economic Award 3; Class Play 3; Basketball 1, 2, 3, 4; Marshal 1, 2, 3. KENNETH ROSE The clock of life is wound only once so live every second of it. FFA 1, 2, 3, 4, Officer 2; Baseball 1, 2; Student Council 2; Class Play 3. ROBERT WILLIAM STALLINGS It is better to light one candle than to curse the dark- ness. FFA 1, 2, 3, 4; Glee Club 3, 4; 4-H 1, 2, 3; Baseball 2; Class Officer 4; Class Play 3; News Staff 3, 4. MYRTLE TYSON We can because we think we can. FHA 1, 2, 3, 4, Officer 2, 3, 4; Beta Club 2, 3, 4; Officer 3, 4; Glee Club 1, 2, 3, 4, Officer 3; Class Officer 2, 3; News Staff 3, 4; Cheerleader 3, 4; May Court 2, 3; Library Staff 2, 3; Class Play 3. WILLIAM HENRY VICK JR. I like to work; I could sit and watch it for hours. FFA 1, 2, 3, 4, Officer 3, 4; Baseball 1, 2, 3, 4; Basket- ball 1, 2, 3, 4; Class Officer 1. LYNWOOD DANIEL WILLIFORD Never feel that you have accomplished a good deed alone, God was there all the time. Monogram 3,4, Officer 4; Basketball 2, 3; Class Play 3; FFA 1, 2, 3, 4, Officer 3, 4; Baseball 1, 2; Glee Club 3, 4; Class Officer 3. - JIMN LU HA1 BILLY ;hacki ANNE CHRISTINE BEAMAN BOBBY BOWDEN BONNIE BURCH A. L. COGGINS BRENDA DAIL BILLY DIXON ANNE FIELDS JIMMY GAY MARILU HARDISON TINY LEE HARRELL ALLEN HEATH ROBERT HILL CHARLES HOLLOMAN DONNIE HOLLOMAN JIMMY HOLLOMAN DOROTHY JOHNSON ANN JONES CAROL JONES JANIE LANGSTON LOU MOORING CHESTER NORVILLE COLBURN OWENS JAMES RAY PARKER DAN SHACKLEFORD LINDA SPIKES WYATT TAYLOR AMY WILLIAMS ANN WOOTEN tyutttiyui. f ft j|l_ . -as ,-.• -jell AW . :Jhs‘ ' „ v • , | c V 1 “ ic t -Sr 1 c V 1 ■ £ 7 v )W iPf A % 2 SOPHOMORE OFFICERS Reporter President Treasurer — - Secretary — - Vice President (Not shown) MINNIE LOU JONES - - JIMMY SMITH - - LUCILLE ELLIS - FRANCES LANG - - S. W. SUMRELL Morris Lee Brann Henry Cox Stephen Craft Wayne Davis Jennie Lou Bailey Gerald Batten Glenn Beaman Vivian Beaman John Dawson Lucille Ellis Bobby Galloway Odia Huber Leafy Mae Jones Minnie Lou Jones Lois Johnson Frances Lang J. B. Langley Harry Moore Christine Ormond Jimmy Smith S. W. Sumrell Carl Tyson Roy Lee Wooten John Worthington sggr t ■ FRESHMAN OFFICERS Treasurer President Sergeant- at- Arms Reporter Secretary Vice President — - PATRICA HARRELL MARILENE MEWBORN ■ - HILDA PADGETT ■ - - EARLENE LANG TENY GAY - - - CONNIE PARKER Ify ' L ' ' ' Jvj Pf|§ A. V. Batten Kathleen Beaman Billy Boykin Joyce Brock Janet Cates Ralph Clayborne Julia Cox Wayne Dail Geraldine Davis Robert Denton Ruby Denton Teny Gay M. O. Hall, Jr. Ray Hardison Patrica Harrell Jimmy Harrell Peggy Holloman James Humphrey Billy Jenkins Roy Smith Jones Douglas Kearney Earlene Lang Russell Mercer Andy Mewborn Marilene Mewborn Helen Moore Jimmy Mooring Hilda Padgett Connie Parker Robert Roberson Frances Shingleton Jerry Smith Sam Sutton Charles Tyson Denny Tyson Austin Vick A. J. Walston Kenneth Winders ScAaol ' pacuCty MRS. SHIRLEY Eighth grade A.C.C. MRS. OVERMAN Seventh grade St. Mary’s MRS. WILLIAMSON Sixth grade A.C.C. MRS. CRAFT Fifth grade University of Georgia MRS. SPEIGHT Fourth grade E.C.C. MRS. GO IN Fourth grade Huntingdon MRS. HAWKINS Third grade Appalachian State MRS. WALTERS Second grade E.C.C. MRS. GAY First grade E.C.C. Nancy Adams Charlotte Aycock Jesse Bailey Joyce Cox Janice Craft Kenneth Craft Edward Craft Gerald Gay Ralph Heath Janet Hill Beverly Lang Hazel Langley Alex Mewborn Jean Norville Betsy Jean Owens Randy Tyson Alice Wainwright F. T. Windham Becky Winstead Raymond Wooten Linda Huber James Henry Johnson Douglas Jones Faye Jones Jimmy Jones Eugene Pennington Shelby Rose James Shackleford Elaine Sutton Stewart Tugwell Dianne Beaman, Billy Burress, Jo-Anne Corbett, Douglas Hardison, Leslie Hardison, Charles Harrell, Ellen Harrell, Janice Hawkins, Bonnie Hayes, Bobby Hedgepeth, Carroll Humphrey, Doris Faye Jenkins, Linda Johnson, Darlene McKeel, McArthur McKeel, Kathleen Mercer, Ruby Moore, Robert Newsome, Jimmy Norville, James Padgett, Linda Parker, Belle Roberson, Mary Lou Strickland, Kenneth Sutton, Robert Tugwell, Wayne Winders. Speight Aycock Linda Bailey Pat Beaman Jean Clayborne Joanna Craft Kathryn Craft Neal Craft Barbara Cole Ben Fields Herbert Gay Bobby Hardison Linda Hardison Jimmie Hawkins Carroll Heath Linda Honeycutt Evelyn Jones Kenneth Jones Ann Letchworth Jimmy Mercer Allen Moore Geraldine Moore Rudy Newsome Louise Owens Sandra Shingleton W. A. Shirley Richard Stallings Jo Carol Tyson Judy Walston Joyce Williams Kay Wooten Paul Wooten Eugene Beaman Donnie Bowden Addie Burress Carolyn Coggins William Craft Stanley Craft James Dunn Brenda Harrell Linda Hedgepeth Bonnie Holloman Leslie Holloman n r r: cv (tPn ' W U:- w ' ' Sj Eugene 1 4 Ann Lai w. George Billy Barnhill Linda Beaman Kenneth Lang Dianne McKeel Wilbert Bowden Sandra Bundy Ann Moore Jeanette Ormond Judy Cobb Jeanie Ellis Ann Owens Gwen Rogers Brenda Hardison Ernest Harrell Carol Rose Diane Shingleton Connie Hayes Edward Heath Ondra Shirley Faye Sumrell Becky Jenkins Martha Jo Jones Gail Taylor Jimmy Wooten Ronnie Avery Steve Letchworth Janie Bowden Ray Brock Stanley Mercer Linda Moore Carolyn Cobb Diane Cobb Robert Moore Bruce Newsome Debbie Cole Tommy Davis Bobby Rose Charles Parisher Billy Ginn Patsy Graves Carol Reason Gail Shirley Carlos Hardison Betty Holloman Bobby Smith Becky Walston Becky Holloman Malaine Jones Audrey Windham Pat Wooten Barbara Adams Judy Beaman Steve Beaman Trudy Britt James Ray Cates Simmy Hobbs Arthur Ray Holloman Lorraine Lehmann Glenn Letchworth Nancy Mewborn David Moore Sandra Moore Phyllis Newsome Linda Ormond Bobby Owens Edward Padgett Connie Reason Donnie Reason Edgar Ray Rose A ■ . 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Saraveen Fields Mickey Gay Billy Hall William Hardison Shelby Harrell - f Janice Hayes Mary Ethel Humphrey Claudia Moore Gene Moore Lee Moore Connie Lou Rose Mary Ellen Speight Kay Taylor John Henry Walston Joyce Wooten Marvin Moore Peggy Moore Brenda Morgan Sandy Morgan Keith Parker p0i4t usuCe Shirley Avery Tony Beaman A1 Britt Brenda Carraway Gilbert Cobb Marshall Dildy Russell Gay Cathy Harrell Carolyn Hayes Roger Heath Bruce Hawkins Ann Holloman Bobby Johnson Roger Jones Tommy Jones Brenda Mewbom Clint Morgan Ronnie Moye Gail McCullen Jimmy Parisher Ann Sermons Gloria Shackelford Glenn Shirley Roy Shirley A1 Suggs Billy Ray Sutton Carson Sutton Janice Strickland Boots Taylor Rod Tugwell Jimmy Whitley Royce Lee Williams Jerry Wooten Gerald Vick Co-Captains EDNA GRACE NORVILLE ANNE FIELDS Coach BEN C. WETHINGTON Red Devils - 56, ' 57 BO NNIE BURCH NANCY ' MOORE CHRISTINE MOORE ANN FIELDS EDNA G. NORVILLE EARLENE LONG LYDIA BUTTS TENY GAY PAT HARRELL BRENDA DAIL CHRISTINE BEAMAN DORIS JEAN BURRESS Co-Captains Coach BRANTLEY AYCOCK BEN C. WETHINGTON BILLY DIXON Red Devils - ' 56, ' 57 A T BRANTLEY AYCOCK ROBERT HILL BILLY DIXON RAY NORVILLE WILLIAM VICK JIMMY SMITH ROY JONES THOMAS VICK v HiJS i INK MOORE WILCIAM K.K Dear Diary, Do you remember h ?w we have always referred to our lives as a journey through the woods? You know that the path has been straight and very easy to follow. A teacher, serving as our guardian angel, has di- rected carefully each tiny step. Now, as we suddenly turn the comer from grammar school to high school, we find ourselves completely on our own. It is startling at first, but rather nice after we become used to it. We are too busy changing classes that we even overcome our shyness toward the upper classmen. To engineer this not-so-easy task of helping us become ad justed is Mr. Cecil Rhodes. Occasionally he and a mischievous freshman will have a long private chat, which the offender never forgets! All the other students take advantage of our inexperience, but we grin and bear it, anxiously awaiting our Sophomore year and our chance to get even. Initiation! Oh, we were treated outrageously! Acting under orders, we girls wore our pajamas to school and the boys wore scarecrow outfits. Even worse than that, we were made to propose to any male we happened to meet. We have done nothing actually exciting, dear Diary, but we cherish each memory of a wonderful, yet confused freshman year. Dear Diary, The path looks much brighter, now that we have shed the clinging title of green Freshman. We feel more mature after having noticed those unruly little freshmen who are treading in our footsteps. Most of us have grown in height as well as maturity since last spring. The girls find that the boys have grown taller and that they aren ' t nearly so childish. They sigh with relief, too, when they leam that the girls have finally stopped giggling so much. A few of us are fortunate enough to become Beta Club members. We remember especially our trip to Ashville for the Beta Convention and the many hilarious incidents that occurred. As we begin to think of our next year ' s trip, we dare to whisper of going to New York and Washing- ton instead of the usual Washington tour. To help fulfill this dream, we sponsor a talent contest which is quite successful. We bank our profits and eagerly await a glorious junior year. Dear Diary, We have traveled two miles and our path is only four miles long. How time slips by! None to waste. We begin immediately on the one goal of our junior year - our New York-trip! After we forget the excitement of getting our ciass rings, we begin working on our first project, the presentation of Hillbilly Weddin” a� comedy which we thoroughly enjoyed. The proceeds helped to build our treasury too. During the year, we sponsor a supper; sell hose, magazines and hot dogs. In fact we did almost any- thing to make money. Finally, with the help of our capable leader, Mrs. Grace Burke, we have enough money to plan our long-awaited trip. On Memorial Day, we board the chartered bus with the seniors. We are in Washington, D. C., be- fore we even catch a breath! We spend one night there and visit the usual places in the Capitol City. On to the fabulous city of New York! We tour the city by bus and boat. An unforgettable week almost over, we pack our bags and say good-by to a dream fulfilled. Dear Diary, We look ahead to find the end of the path very near and we square our shoulders and walk steadily toward the end. Our senior year at last! Who could believe that there could be so many things for one class to do. We take inventory and find that we have only sixteen seniors. But these few are a close family. Mrs. Brown is the Senior Sponsor and we make many decisions together. We sponsor the an- nual which occupies most of our time. We give a play, sold ads, selected cards and invitations, or- dered caps and gowns, meet annual deadlines, attended basketball games, tobacco festivals and home- coming, and the Junior and Senior banquet. Where? Oh! Where is the end? Dear Diary, We are rounding the last long curve and more and more do we realize that this is just the beginning - that we have miles and miles to go before we sleep, and miles and miles to go before we sleep! WANDA NEWELL -LEY AYCOCK “PoetK THE WINDING TRAIL Twelve years ago, in our finest clothes, We approached the trail that winds Through nooks and crannies and coves, And into the whispering pines. Rounding each curve, we laughed and sang, With hearts so young and cares so free; Reading, writing, and the bells that rang Were as far from our thoughts as the wide, wide sea. We trudged along with curious minds Uphill and down, in all types of weather, Truly unaware of the tie that binds Our hearts and our happiness together. The noon hour arrived; the journey was half through; With aching bones, we paused for food and rest; We dozed and dreamed; we know it s true - We ' ll mold our lives as a robin builds his nest. Eight lengths behind us and four to tread! Our destination lay just beyond the trees, With all in our favor and little to dread. For to the high school building, we had the keys! The ninth mile and tenth, time slipped by without pity. Nouns, pronouns, problems in math And financial needs for a trip to New York City Were chief stumbling blocks in our once happy path. Our tour was wonderful, only one more elevation! How could it be that our journey was o’er When we reached the peak of the hill - graduation And realized that our school days were no more! A few years hence, in our finest clothes, We’ll meditate on the trail that winds Through nooks and crannies and coves And into the whispering pines. Class Poet Doris Jean Burress STATE of NORTH CAROLINA ' COUNTY of GREENE We, the Seniors, being in undisputed possession of intellectual and sound character realize that the parting of ways has come; and as we have certain articles, ideals, and ideas accumulated during our stay do hereby proclaim and publish our last will and testament. ARTICLE I We leave Walstonburg High School with regret but proud of the education and wisdom that we have as a result of twelve years in its care and regretting that our class association is over. ARTICLE H To the faculty we leave our many test papers, hoping they will find them useful in the future. ARTICLE HI We, the Seniors, leave Mr. Hawkins and our Senior Sponsor Mrs. Brown - - - exhausted. ARTICLE IV To the rising seniors goes our title of Dignified Seniors, although we know they could never be as dignified as we have been. ARTICLE V Edna Grace Norville leaves seeking an M.R.S. Degree. Brantley Aycock leaves his alibis and blushes to Dan Shackleford. Johnny Boykin leaves his desire to join the Motorcycle Helldrivers to A. L. Coggins. Kenneth Beaman leaves his fil-im to the Snapshot Editor of the 58 yearbook. William Vick leaves his slow southern drawl to Ray Norville. Gwen Batten leaves her lovely brown eyes to Brenda Dail. Christine Moore leaves her giggly” ways to Bonnie Burch. Nancy Moore leaves her basketball uniform to anybody who can play the position. Lydia Butts leaves her talent for telling funny jokes to Ann Wooten. William Stallings leaves six inches of his height to Charles Holloman. Doris Jean Burress leaves her wonderful voice for harmonizing to Lou Mooring. Kenneth Rose leaves his bop cut to Billy Dixon. Lynwood Williford leaves his French II book to Bud Parker. Wanda Newell, Myrtle Tyson, and Janice Jones leave waving their diplomas madly in the air. ARTICLE VI We hereby appoint the rising Senior class sole executor of this estate and we rely on them to carry out our final wishes. Written and signed in accordance to the wishes of the class of fifty -Seven this twenty-eighth of the month of May, in the year of our Lord, one thousand nine hundred and fifty -seven. CLASS of 1957 Witnessed; Mrs. Richard Anthony Mr. Ben C. Wethington Wanda Newell Testator ' NANCY MOORE vLYNWOOD WILLIFORD “PtofiAecef, Twas late afternoon and the shadows were intermingled along the trail. I walked pensively, thinking of the nearness of graduation when our class would each begin an individual trail, and we would no longer be together as a group. The shadows along the path formed a perfect pattern, reminding me of the harmony of our years together. I began to pick out shadows that reminded me of the individuals in our class and I could clearly see each of us ten years hence. In the shadows there sat Edna Grace Norville as a secretary. With her quiet dignity I knew she was making a good wife and mother to Preston and their children. And Brantley Aycock - just beginning a long life of service to his community as a doctor. The delicate shadow of Wanda Newell reminded me of her serious intent to pursue music in some field and I could see her happy and successful in college. The perfection of the next shadow showed Doris Jean Burress and the lovely way she had of pleasing people in her beauty room. An artistic shadow tells me of only one person, Gwyn Batten, and I see her as a very suc- cessful commercial artist. Christine Moore always loved to talk and the frisky shadow showed her as a telephone oper- ator. As the light mingled with the shadows I could see Kenneth Beaman in his white uniform go- ing about his duties efficiently as a lab technician. More complicated and intricate patterns were there to show me William Stallings as an elec- trical engineer. Lydia Butts worked for awhile but now I see her married and enjoying her role as housewife. Little wing-like shadows told me Ke nneth Rose is a first Lieutenant in the Air Force. He had decided to be an Air Force career man. Dainty petal shadows revealed Myrtle Tyson as pretty as ever. She attended Meredith, taught a few years and then settled on that one and only. ” Quiet shadows over a stream pictured Johnny Boykin as a capable agriculture teacher in a nice high school. Playful shadows showed me Janice Jones having a wonderful time in college, being a com- mercial teacher for awhile and then marrying her dream boy. The strange and odd shadows recalled William Vick and the letters we had from him with the strange sounding names. In the army he traveled all over. Lynwood Williford studied hard to be an engineer and a good one he is. I always knew Lyn- wood would do all right. Me? Weil, I am a secretary and I didn ' t marry the boss, but I did get his assistant. I blinked in the raw sunlight. The trail ended abruptly and shadows were no more. Prophet - Nancy Moore MYRTLE KENNETH BEAMAN UKc 6 06 K