West Hyde High School - Quarterian Yearbook (Swan Quarter, NC)

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ClfiStt PtOfAlECY I look Into this crystal sphere, which holds all of the past and future, it can reveal the hidden and make known the secret. It can tell you whatever your soul desires to know. I have been asked to search in its magic depths until I discover the future that awaits the members of our class, so soon to take their separate ways and perhaps never to be reunited. As I look into the crystal the mist begins to clear. A village scene appears. I see a church. It is Sunday morning. The people are coming to service. I see the minister, and by his side walks his wife. Her face is turned away, but I can see it is someone we know. Now she turns; I see her face. It Is Joan Emory. She looks very happy and appears to be an ideal minister ' s wife. The scene changes to a large auditorium, and seated at the organ is Bobbie Jean Credle, who is organist in a city church and commercial teacher at Morrie High School. She plays beautifully, and looks not a day older than when she played in the Senior play. In this same auditorium I see a woman who is sketching people as they come in and doing it very well. Of course you know who that is. Yes, it is Hilda Smithwick. She is now quite famous as an illustrator of magazine stories and newspaper articles. Remember she was the art editor of our school annual. The ladies in the front seats of this auditorium are all stylishly and becomingly dressed. The beautiful garments that they are wearing came from the very select, not to say expensive shop of Georgia Ann Cahoon, who designs gowns for the best-dressed women in the country. She is here herself and looks the glass of fashion and the mold of form. The scene shifts again to the display room of a large gown estab¬ lishment. A fashion show is in progress. I watch the manikins strut about the platform. One of them is exceptionally graceful and wears her evening gown well. It is Norma Earle Swindell, the chief manikin or model of the establishment. The scene changes to entertainment. I hear gay music, like circus music. On a darkened stage in the spotlight appears a dainty figure, kissing her hand to the audience as an attendant arranges a wire across the stage. My goodness l It is Alethia Blake. She is the most clever wire dancer In the world. What a salary she must get ' . The mists blot out the scene, and when they clear away, the ground is covered with ice and snow. A figure rides toward me. He wears a stunning uniform. He stops his horse, and reads a sign offering a re¬ ward for the capture of a murderer at large in the Canadian forests. He is one of those romantic heroes, a Northwest mounted policeman. As he rides nearer, I recognize him. It is Edward Cahoon. I see a strange place. It is Hawaii, a paradise for secretaries. A figure approaches under a huge white parasol. It is a young woman. She seats herself under a palm tree and closes her eyes. A parrot calls loudly from the tree top. She looks up—I see her face and I recognize Sherma Lee Smith. In her hand is a tourist ' s guide book, and in her bag is a ticket for a world cruise. The scene becomes noisy. Buzzing and ringings fill the ear. I see a long room around the sides of which are seated many girls. It is a telephone office, and the head operator is Mary Lou Raburn. I knew her as soon as she said, line ' s busy. How strange 1 I see a room in great disorder and a man down on all fours looking at the rug through a magnifying glass. In one pocket is labeled clues. In the other pocket is a pair of handcuffs. He acts peculiarly. Now he rises, he turns toward me, and I recognize Dallas Berry. Influenced by mystery stories he was always reading in school, he has become a detective. The sun is setting and the light is fading gradually. A purple haze covers the crystal clouds, and I can see no more. —Sherma Lee Smith, Prophetess

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Lu t Will OwWoEfit We, the Senior class of the Swan Quarter High School, being in the full possession of all our mental faculties and having no fear of any¬ one before our eyes, not even the Superintendent, the professor and the other teachers, do hereby devise, will, bequeath and convey our various earthly possessions, and all the appurtenances and hereditaments there¬ unto belonging, to the persons hereinafter mentioned, to be by them held in undisturbed possession during the length of their mortal spans. To the school and the community we bequeath, which we have had in great abundance, and which the world sorely needs, our entire stock of common sense. To the principal and teachers of the Swan Quarter High School we convey our ability to know a good thing when we see it. As this ability has been largely created by their instructions, we are merely returning to them their wn invaluable gift. To the freshmen, we convey our power of saying the wrong thing in the right place, or the right thing in the wrong place. Just how this is accomplished we are not able to say. To the sophomores, we bequeath our good will and ability to per¬ severe through all unfavorable circumstances and our wonderful intel¬ lectual powers, which have brought us to our present enviable position. To the juniors, we bestow all the mistakes, blunders, inaccuracies and lapses committed by us during the last exciting year of our most exciting life. Also we leave our laughs and giggles, all the unchewed gum, half-filled notebooks and all other unclaimed properties of no value whatever. We make the following bequests to individuals: Georgia Ann Cahoon leaves her ability to Catch A Husband to Peggy Gibbs. Joan Emory wills her talented gift of gab to Lenora Raburn. Sherma Lee Smith leaves her dignity and sophistication to Doris Tunnell. Hilda Smithwick bequeaths her love affairs to Anne Shelton. Mary Lou Raburn wills all her stupid thoughts to Rosetta Spencer. Alethia Blake leaves her dancing ability to Kay O ' Neal. Bobbie Jean Credle wills her studious ways to Barbara Steele. Norma Earle Swindell wills her wonderful sense of humor to Monna Lou Carawan. Dallas Berry leaves his ability to sleep in class with his eyes open to Pratt Williamson Jr. Edward Cahoon wills his extreme height to Roger Swindell. I Norma Earle Swindell, leave this document in the hands of on¬ coming classes, sealed and delivered this twenty-ninth day of May in the year of our Lord one thousand nine hundred and fifty-two. Norma Earle Swindell, Testatrix