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

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1y¢ STATISTICS a time immemorial two plus two has equaled four, but during twelve year sojourn at Mount Ulla, unfortunately that has not Mways been the score. For instance, Elvin has had a dreadful time making three plus three equal seven; therefore it falls to me to com- pute the statistics for this our class, as I do know that six plus six is no more than eleven. One hundred twenty pounds the average miss of M. U. H. S. carries along as down the halls we students throng. And when the senior boys with you collide, it is one hundred forty-six pounds that shake you inside. Yet if it is Herman Graham you hit, the pains will last only a little bit. The shoe clerk holds his laugh as down our average girl sits to be fitted with a six and one-half, while the boys’ slew feet take only seven—Naturally we do not take into consideraticn Larry’s number eleven. Up five feet five inches one’s gaze will travel to snapping brown eyes, topped by golden brown hair sent from paradise. As the clock ticks on and time doth upen all bear, one can dis- cern that seventeen years and six months have left these lads and lassies without a care. “What is your favorite subject?” I quiz the girls. “Home Economics,” they chorus, “for our ambition is to be a ’ housewife—so that men will not ignore us.” The boys«are still deliberating which subject they like best, for Bill Coble loudly acclaims typing and bookkeeping stand the test. “English!” screams Glenn Shook, while H. C. says, “Give me only books.” For the boys the future is uncertain, as they know not what day Uncle Sam for them will say, “Curtain!” On radio or screen best to be seen are June Allyson and Allen Ladd even though they be bold and bad, as the best movie to ne had is “The Outlaw.” When on a rough evening he has no money to treat her, they turn on the radio to Lux Theatre. Then when he, she cannot figure out, she flips the dial to It Pays to Be Ignorant. As the moon wanes and they stand at the door longing for “Only Five Minutes More” from the dome the bells bong their favorite song, “To Each His Own.” With the scarcity of food it sometimes makes our mothers brood as eating puts us in the mood. To make the boys stunt, for them call a hunt; and if the girls glow, you will know that they have something to sew. While upon the road which has been full of holes, great comfort and consolation have come from Miss Bowles, our favorite at the polls. Well, my children, you have heard the well calculated statistics of a little bird, and if by now you are bored, I shall affix my signa- ture on this the first day of May in the year of our Lord; and in the days that lie before, may a garland of roses grace the head of each and every one of the twenty-three and eleven of this the class of forty-seven. DOROTHY BONDS Statistician

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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

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Montogomery, Punjab, India, July, 1957 Dear Tommie Nell, A most unusual event occurred yesterday. An aged and decrepit Hindu— which I have helped and who is now a Christian—tried to cure me. Since I was not feeling so well, I stayed in bed. Yesterday was the day of my visit to him, thus when I did not arrive, he came over to.see me. He is regarded as a healer of sorts and insisted upon making me some™ “broth with strength in it.’ I told him not to put any of his gamush into it, and after much persuasion on my part, he said that he would not. After I became conscious, however, he admitted that he had put in a kind of herb to make one forget. That is really a misnomer, because in my unconsciousness I saw everyone in our graduation class—not as they were then, but as they are now. First of all—strangely enough—I saw vou. I gently fioated along and when I was directly above a large ranch in Arizona, I floated down. Twin girls were playing in the yard and they looked exactly as they do in the pictures you sent me. ——— - As I was leaving, after exploring your ranch, an airplane came over. I was certain it would hit me, but instead I landed safely on the wing. Who do you think was hostess on it? Emma Jane Sloop! And a more pleasant group of pas- sengers I have never before seen. It seems that Emma Jane sings to them. She refuses to give up her job even though Metropolitan Opera makes her some very attractive offers. q— Herman Graham boarded the plane in Nashville. He was going to Mt. Ulla on a personal appearance so I decided to go with him to see Mount Ulla. Herman is the most popular musician on the Grand Ole Opry and is one of the foremost recording artists in the nation. He has also been to Hollywood to make several movies. Upon arriving at the Mt. Ulla airport, I was indeed astounded at how much the fair town has grown. it is now the capital of North Carolina and has some of the prettiest buildings in the United States. Betty Kyles and her husband have an exclusive ladies’ shop and Mt. Ulla is quickly becoming the world’s fashion center. It is really no wonder—Callie Thompson designs the dresses and you can see ther on nearly every magazine cover throughout the world. A tot of the credit should go to Ruth Graham as she models the dresses. Ruth’s husband owns the broadcasting station there. Tommy Link is Governor of North Carolina and Martha Thompson is his secretary. I dropped by the governor’s mansion to see them. — It was there that I learned why Mount Ula has such beautiful buildings— Marion Lefler is an architect and interior decorator. Believe me, she does a swell job at both! And would you believe it? She is designing a bridge that will reach from New York to Europe. Part of it will float—I really don’t understand the terms she used so Ill just tell you about Bryce Kepley. He is the principal of Mount Ulla. The school is about five times as large as it was when we graduated. Ruth Caudill is an English teacher and Norma Graham a science teacher. Norma seems to be doing as well as Mrs. Sink did and the children enioy the laboratory work immensely. : After leaving Mt. Ulla, I floated to the Windy City. Larry Graham, who was our great athlete in school, is now coach for the Chicago Red Sox, which really is an outstanding team. Dorothy Bonds is also in Chicago operating a beauty shop and while you are getting your beauty enhanced you also see a movie. It certainly isn’t monotonous at any rate! ‘Sara Helen Edwards and Mildred Atwell are her assistants. They are quite prosperous indeed! I found myself next in New York. Bobby Cline is head of West Point Mili- tary Academy. Betty Parker is teaching music at the Columbia University. She is one of the world’s greatest pianists. Carolyn Brown, who always wanted a nursing career, has realized her dream. She is head nurse at the Walter Reed Hospital, while Sue Hamby is dietician. Nancy Davis, who never seemed to care very much for boys, married the French boy to whom she was writing while a senior. They are living in New York where he is president of a bank. I found that Thomas Owen married the junior girl of whom he was so fond and they have a large citrus farm in Florida. They also own a race track—which reminds me—H. C. Hoffner is in the motorcycle races there and is a steady winner. Bill Coble is veterinarian for race horses at the Kentucky Derby. He also owns some thoroughbreds. Andrew Goodnight has truly been successful. He is now president of the Johns Hopkins University. ( What a big iol for such a little man!) Speaking of presidents reminds me of another ex-sailor who graduated in 1947. He is a member of the President's cabinet as Secretary of the Navy. Can you imagine? None other than Grady Corriher! I found that I was back in Mount Ulla once again. I stopped in front of a huge restaurant. On going in I found that Margaret Cress is owner of a chain of restaurants. Isn’t that nice? You know how she used to eat! Ill bet she has enough now! Glenn Shook and Eloise Kennerly are married and have opened a department store-dime store combination in Mount Ulla. And who do you think are the greatest comedians of the day? Steven McNeely and Joe Lyerly! Twice each week they have a show 9n the radio. Marvin Cress and Elvin Holt are radio announces. Both are well-known news commentators. They make Grady Cole look Jike two cents. I was really tired when I awoke. It seemed as if I had actualiy been to see every one; I hope that my dream is true—what a successful graduating class! If they show as much progress in the next ten years as I dreamed they have in the past ten—they will prove to be the outstanding generation of all times! I must stop writing now. The sun is sinking on the horizon and the tom-toms are beginning their steady: beat. Write as soon as you can. Love, JEAN MORRIS, Class Prophet—1947