West Rowan High School - West Wind Yearbook (Mount Ulla, NC)

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Le Aves S¥ aaa: Wie lta We, the seniors, of the class of 1947, being of strong bodies, superior intelligence, and unmarred consciences, endeavor to leave to the under- classmen of Mount Ulla High School certain traits and reputations never before acquired in the said institution. Realizing that our achievements have been outstanding and beyond reproach we ask, that though the suc- ceeding classes may never know success as we have known it, that they accept these characteristics generously bestowed upon them. First, to our parents, for their loving care and faithful trust, we leave heartfelt love and gratitude, with the hopes that our lives may be as suc- - cessful as their fondest dreams would have them be. Then to Miss Garnette H. Bowles, Mr. Jesse C. Carson, Jr., and the entire faculty, we leave our thanks and appreciation for all their thought- ful efforts in making our high school career happy and enjoyable. Third, in one final gesture of faith and generosity we hereby leave our Last Will and Testament. I, Larry Graham, bestow my athletic ability upon David Knox, hoping he can learn ‘““How to Win Games and Influence Referees.” We, Steven McNeely and “Walter” Tommy Link leave our big mouths and hearty laughs to Jim Lefler and Robert Dagenhart. Emma Jane Sloop bequeaths her ‘““Army Jacket”? to anyone who can try hard enough to fill up the “Excess Baggage.” We, Eloise Kennerly and Glenn Shook leave our ability to get along with each other to Helen Thompson and Donald Stiller. Margaret Cress and Bcbby Cline leave to Betsey Barber and Richard Hall their cheerleading ability along with three cases of liniment and a bottle of mercurochrome to be applied unsparingly after each athletic clash. If anyone can keep them on, I, Carolyn Brown gladly will my loaf- ers to them. I, Bryce Keply will my good behavior to Naomi Hoffner, hoping that she will take a hint! I, Thomas Owen will my blue eyes to Jack Parks, with one warning, keep them off the typewriter keys in Miss Little’s room. Nancy Davis wills her cute giggle to Sarah Turner, telling her not to giggle in English. Martha Thompson and Sue Hamby will their quiet and friendly ways to Odessa Beaver and Peggy Lyerly. Can you take a hint Odessa? Joe Lyerly leaves his bashfulness to Carl Lentz. Watch your step Carl!

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HISTORY Yes, this shining bunch of geniuses had taken another step in their sparkling career. With no pretenses this time we simply let ourselves be known as the “jolly juniors.”” We were very surprised to find that our number had so greatly decreased that we were all able to get into the same room at the same time. Five more classmates were now in the Beta Club. Nancy Davis, Eloise Kennerly, and Bobby Cline having been taken in the previous year and Betty Kyles and Carolyn Brown who were initiated during this year. Following the advice of our teacher, Miss Bost, we decided that since there would be no graduating class or anything to stand in our way, we would take advantage of our opportunities and earn some money. With Bobby as President and Margaret as Secretary we set to work. First we sold (oh! I almost forgot Joe. How could I? He was class Treasurer). As I was saying, we began our project by selling magazines. Not satisfied with the money from this, we con- tinued by selling stationery. We were very pleased with our pro- ceeds, but decided that nothing was too good for the best, so we sponsored a square dance and made our tidy sum just a little tidier. And then at last! at last we were seniors. I think Herman and Steven Lynn pretty well expressed everyone’s feelings when they went running down the hall shouting, “Hek, look at me everybody, Tm a SENIOR!” But the shouts soon turned to moans as lesson upon lesson piled upon our weary and defenseless shoulders. We French students were very excited upon learning that we were to have a French War-Bride for our teacher. The lessons really were exciting (even if we didn’t know what was going on at first) and now we are all proud of our accents. It was a great surprise to find that our number had now dimin- ished to thirty-five. And we were wonderfully pleased to find that Miss Bowles was again to be our teacher and sponsor. Upon counting noses we found that two more of our boys, Gene Beard and Tom Barger, had gone into the Navy. We also found in this counting, two more good reasons for the previously mentioned distinctions of the class. These reasons were Grady Corriher and Andy Goodnight. We are indeed proud to have these veterans of the Navy in our class. Immediately upon entering our Senior year of high school we applied Miss Bowles’ favorite motto, “Don’t Waste Time,” and elected our class officers and annual staff, ordered our rings and invitations, and began work on the annual. On Thursday, October 31, we suffered the loss of one of our most efficient and popular members, Sarah Elizabeth Little, affectionately known as “Lib.” Our invitations to the Junior-Senior Prom brought with it the realization that our “school days” are about over. And what a prom it was. The gym was so elaborately and beautifully decorated that it flattered even us. It held stiff competition, however, when all the girls flowed in, dressed in their breath-taking formals. Many thanks Juniors. May you be entertained in just such a manner when you are Seniors. As you can well see, the past four years have written a full and illustrious history for this, the Senior Class of nineteen hundred and forty-seven. May the coming years inscribe for you, underclassmen, one fully as worthy. And now, if you will kindly excuse me, I have just time enough to send this document to the Rowan Printing Com- pany so that in the years to come the annuals of this great senior class will live on record as it lives in our hearts and lives. BETTY PARKER Historian

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oe NGe Dee he EeS TAM EN: fT To anyone who can drive it as well as he can, H. C. Hoffner, better known as Casey, leaves his Dodge School Bus No. 43. To Patty Wiggins, I, Betty Kyles leave my blonde hair, hoping that she can keep it as neat looking as I do. I, Grady Corriher will my neatness to Billy Brown. I like that bow tie, Bill. Dorothy Bonds bequeaths her tallness to Faye Albright. You surely do need a little length don’t you Faye? I, Betty Parker will my ability to get along with Mrs. Sink to Don- ald “Ace” Belk. Marvin Cress leaves his General Science workbook to Fred Benfield with one suggestion. Improve it. Andy Goodnight wills his ability to talk to all the girls to Henry Edmiston. To Irene Steele I, Ruth Caudill leave my innocent blushes. I, William Belk Coble leave my studying ability to Jimmy Horton. To my little sister, Margaret, I, Jean Morris leave my job as library assistant. To anyone who can get it to work, I, Norma Graham leave the Rex-O-Graph machine in the office. Callie Thompson wills her quiet manner to anyone who can stay that way among such a loud group. Mildred Atwell bequeaths her athletic ability upon any eleventh grade girl who wants it. I, Marion Lefler request that my books go to Mary Benfield, hoping she will use them as much as I have. I, Ruth Graham will my Monday morning curls to anyone who can get by without them as well as I do. I, Tommie Nell Edwards will my black hair to Alice Ridenhour. And I, being of sound mind and body, do hereby afhx my signature to this, the Last Will and Testament of the class of 1947. HERMAN GRAHAM Lawyer Witnesses: IVA NEVA DONEIT JOSA B. SMILAGAIN