Walstonburg High School - Talisman Yearbook (Walstonburg, NC)

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e« t c All cAround JESSIE ANDREW MEWBORN MARILENE MEWBORN Whether it ' s at the piano or kitchen stove or speechmaking in the classroom, Marilene is equally at ease. Andy ' s cooperation and good personality won him the title. JAMES STUART HUMPHREY MARILENE MEWBORN All through school Marilene and James had com- mendable character and combined with this fine leadership enabled them to receive this honor.

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We, the Senior Class of 1960, in conclusion to our departure, do hereby declare and publish our Last Will and Testament. ARTICLE I To the faculty we leave our desires for them to give future students more encouragement. ARTICLE II To Mrs. Britt, our senior sponsor, we leave our sincere appreciation and respect for the cooperation she has given to us throughout our Senior year. ARTICLE III To the Juniors we leave our title as Seniors. ARTICLE IV To the Sophomores we leave our love for dancing. ARTICLE V To the Freshmen we leave in hope that they will learn to conduct themselves properly. ARTICLE VI MELVIN BASS leaves his courteous ability not fresh with girls to L. D. West. A. V. BATTEN leaves his courteous manners to Nub Craft. BILLY BOYKIN leaves his loudness to anyone who can use it. JANIE BURRESS leaves her love for boys to Linda Evans. CECIL CLAYBORNE leaves his love for Sociology to Bobby Galloway. RALPH CLAYBORNE leaves nothing, he ' ll need it all in the future. JULIA COX leaves her flattering smile to Linda Parker. RUBY DENTON leaves happily. TENY GAYE leaves her ability to catch the boy to Faye Jones. SKIPPER HALL leaves his talkative ways to Alton Wells. RAY HARDISON leaves five inches of his height to Kenneth Sutton. PAT HARRELL leaves her green eyes to all the cool cats. DOT HART leaves her sweet disposition to Belle Roberson even though she doesn ' t need it. PEGGY HOLLOMAN leaves her bright red blush to Joyce Garris. JAMES HUMPHREY leaves to the freshmen his knowledge he has received in high school. BILLY JENKINS leaves his sweet personality to Billy Walston. ROY JONES leaves his scoring ability to anyone who can play the position. DOUGLAS KEARNEY leaves his romantic ways to Raymond Wooten, (who needs them. ) RUSSELL MERCER leaves his good looks to all boys who can use them. ANDY MEWBORN leaves his ability to type to anyone who needs it. MARILENE MEWBORN leaves her position as chief cheerleader to Nancy Adams. HELEN MOORE leaves her kindness to her sisters; Ruby and Geraldine Moore. JIMMY MOORING leaves his aggravating ability to Bobby Walston. HILDA PADGETT leaves her quiet and calm manners to Daris Minshew. CONNIE PARKER leaves her natural curly hair to Jean Norville. ROBERT ROBERSON leaves his good school spirit to Alex Mewbom. JERRY SMITH leaves his dependability to Kenneth Jones. CHARLES TYSON leaves his neatness to Charles Harrell. DENNY TYSON leaves his bashfulness to Kenneth Craft. AUSTIN VICK leaves Shakespeare ' s play Macbeth to all the Juniors. A.J. WALSTON leaves nothing. KENNETH WINDERS leaves his quietness to all the Freshman boys. In witness whereof, we the Senior Class of 1960, do set seal on this, the twentieth day of May, in the year of our Lord, Nineteen Hundred and Sixty. RUBY DENTON Testatrix Witnessed by: Mrs. Bruton Taylor Mr. Jimmy William

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The year was Nineteen Hundred and Fifty Six when we first undertook the task of becoming Freshmen. Thirty six in number, we took everything in the least of worry. We had joys and sorrows of our own without worrying about the rest of the high school. Our sponsor was Mr. Ben Wethington, loved by all. He was a happy carefree teacher who didn ' t like to study or stay indoors, so none of us argued or put up any resistance. We also had a very athletic class. We had two boys to make the varsity basketball team, Roy Jones and Jerry Smith. We also had some good baseball players, Jimmy Harrell, Andy Mewbom, Douglas Kearney. Finally our greenhand year came to an end and we were about to take another step in life. Now we were Sophomores and a little more grown up. Our number had decreased by six. Six friends were out of school to take on life alone. We also gained two new members. Our sponsor this year was Mrs. Jane Anthony, a fine teacher and a sweet person. Under her motherly guidance we undertook to making money for our many needs. We did several different things to obtain that scarcity money. We sold candy, had sweetsales, and a few others. This year was one of our most prosperous years. Two years had passed now and once again it was time to take another broad step in our school life. Juniors, how good that word sounded. We were no longer underdogs but we were next to being big dogs. The year began with Mrs. Ernestine Godfrey as our homeroom teacher. This year had the promise of being our big year. We had to plan for our semi-annual Junior-Senior Banquet and this began right away. We appointed committee after committee, and we all worked triumphantly to get together our Banquet. The theme of our Banquet was Evening in Paris. We had an excellent reception and everyone seemed to be well pleased. We also had our Junior supper and our play. Both were very successful, especially our play, Aaron Slick From Pumpkin Crick. Our cast seemed to be very talented, espe- cially Pat Harrell. This year was one of the happiest of our career. We enjoyed working and struggling to make things successful. At last we approached the Senior door staring life squarely in the face. Now the moment had finally come; we were a bit uncertain, but there was little time for that after we had plunged into the first few days of school. There the year was like a panorama passing before our eyes. There was our Annual Staff suffering vigorously to get our annual published. James Humphrey our president, presided over our meetings. Mrs. Rosalind P. Britt, our sweet homeroom teacher, guided us with the utmost care, and never led us astray. She never gave us too little of her time, and we do thank her. Times of happiness, times of disappointment; faces happy as only youth can be. We are pulling the curtain on our high school years, holding in our hearts bright dreams for the future. WILLIAM GERALD SMITH Historian