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

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Prophecy Last night I believe I had one of the strangest, and yet the most pleasant dreams ever bestowed upon anyone. I saw ail of my old classmates, but something was wrong, they were not in their natural surroundings at dear old Mt. Ulla. They were in so many different parts of the world, doing so many different things; and they seemed so much older. Then all of a sudden I had a queer feeling, as if I were afraid and yet overjoyed at the same time for I knew that I was looking into the future, as if through a great crystal ball; seeing my classmates ten years from now and at the occupations they had chosen. My first scene was, of all places, Mexico, a large office building. My eyes came to rest on a certain door and I read “Andrew F. Goodnight, Vice-President, A. J. Jones Construction Co.”, and I wondered what bearing this had on the senior class of ’47-’48 for “Andy” had graduated a year before. While I was pondering over this, the door swung open, and I knew; there sat Mary on the boss’s lap, taking dictation. Then the scene changed to more familiar country. It was the Piedmont section of North Carolina, where I could see a large, well-kept farm. The rows of tobacco that seemed to stretch on and on swayed slightly in the late summer breeze. And there was a man (with a large stoggie in his mouth) whom I recognized as Joe Barger, strolling down one of the rows, directing the work of his field hands. Next, I saw a beautiful little white cottage with green shutters that nestled among the pines. Three auburn-haired little girls were playing “jump rope” in the yard. A closer view showed that they every one looked just like Margaret Rice. My cameraman changed the scene just as I heard a feminine voice calling, “Come to dinner, children.” The next scene was also a farm, but it was somewhat different from Joe’s, for the chief crop seemed to be cotton. Next to the cotton field was a beautiful rose garden, in which I saw Charlie and Elle Lee strolling, hand in hand, down a graveled path and stopping at the fish pond. There was something wrong with the next scene. I could hardly see, it seemed as if I were looking through a great cloud of smoke. When the smoke had cleared I saw Margaret Petrea boarding a large plane headed for New York. Somehow I knew “Smokey” was going to sing in the grand opening of the Metropolitan Opera. As the plane prepared to take off I saw the pilot, and I nearly fainted. It was Scott Coble! When the scene changed next, it was to a great dairy farm with beautiful green pastures stretching over hill and valley for an indefinite number of miles. Its barns, silos, and milk houses looked like a small town. I knew this could be none other than the dairy of “Edmiston and Sons.” Next my scene changed to New York to the Philharmonic Music Halil. I could hear someone playing selec- tions from Chopin as a great audience listened breathlessly to the exactness of each note. Why, I should have known it was “Parkey.” My next view was of a little bungalow type house, and there was Vernice standing on the porch calling to two little boys who were having a brotherly scrap over a small toy. When my cameraman pushed another button I saw a sign over a door that read “David Knox, Athletic Instructor.” What a job—teaching 20 beautiful girls to swim! My next scene was, of all places, a beauty salon, and on the door I read Payne Ritchie Beauty Salon, and I knew that the two old friends, Dorothy Payne and Sadie Ritchie, had gone into business together. Next, I saw another dairy farm. A new 1957 Chevrolet milk truck came to a halt in front of the house. Wilson Miller jumped out and called loudly, “Geraldine”! I next saw a large nurses’ home and coming up the walk, laughing and talking, were three nurses. To my surprise, I knew all three. They were Evelyn, Mary Ruth, and Minnie. They looked all right in their uniforms, too. The Blackwelder Cafe was my next scene and I saw “Curley” trying to explain to the Mayor of Mt. Ulla, James R. Horton, Esq., how a fly came to be in his raisin pie. As he came out the door I heard Jimmy say, “I don’t care if there is a shortage of raisins, I’m going to have the City Health Authorities look into this.” My next scene was a train station and I saw Ted Correll boarding a train for Tennessee to play with the Grand Ole Opera. As the train pulled out I heard Bill Hoffner, the engineer, yell to the fireman to pour on the coal. Then I saw a girl come out of a door of a large office building in Mt. Ulla. She had a notebook under her arm and I thought it looked like Lucy. When I got a look on the inside of the office I saw the boss sitting behind his desk, his face plastered with lipstick, and I knew it couldn’t have been anyone else. Last of all, I saw the office building of the Mt. Ulla Construction Company. I just got inside of the inner office in time to hear Bud Bonds exclaim to one of his friends, “I wonder what my partner does all of the time; he never gets any work done!” Then I saw his partner in his office with a blonde secretary on his lap. This partner of Bud’s seemed vaguely familiar to me, I don’t know why. Hmmmmmmmmm wonder what I ate last night for supper. Ropert YOUNT Prophet

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Last Will and Testament We, the seniors of the class of 1948, as we go our different ways, leave behind some of our outstanding characteristics and traits for the underclassmen, hoping they will accept them wholeheartedly and carry on the good work at the Mount Ulla High School. Item I—To our parents who have done so much to make our high school days bright and happy ones, we leave our undying love and gratitude. Item II—To Miss Martha Lou Heitman, Mr. C. L. Barnhardt, and to the entire faculty we leave our thanks and appreciation for the guidance and patience they have given in giving us more knowledge. Item II—As individuals we hereby leave this our Last Will and Testament. 1. I, Sadie Ritchie, leave my calmness and quiet manners to Geraldine Sides. (She surely needs it.) 2. I, Vernice McDaniel, leave my seat on the sidelines to Phoebe Hall, hoping she can keep it as warm as I do. 3. I, Lucy Gillespie, do leave my typewriter for Odessa Beaver. Be sure you get the work in on time. 4. I, David Knox, bestow my good looks and dignity upon Johnny Gibson. 5. Bobby Yount leaves his diary, titled “The Wolf and His Ways,” which he has kept up to date for Donald Stiller. 6. Mary Benfield and Dorothy Payne, being the intelligentsia of the class, leave their outstanding scholastic achievements as a goal for the freshmen. 7. I, Margaret Rice, bestow my athletic ability upon Betty Graham. Shoot ’em high Shoot ’em low Yeah, Graham! Let’s go. 8. I, Jimmy Horton, bequeath my dark hair and sparkling blue eyes to any boy who is lucky enough to have them. 9. I, Henry Edmiston, leave my winning personality and love for women to Donald Graham. 10. I, Narvie Lee Bonds, do will my ability to have a steady girl friend to Bill Brown. 11. I, Minnie Lou Wagner, leave my witty chatter and love for the skating rink to Carolyn Edwards. 12. I, Evelyn Karriker, bequeath my sweet and friendly ways to Louise Morgan. 13. We, Sarah Turner and Margaret Petrea, bestow our undying love and friendship for one another to Faye Albright and Peggy Lyerly. 14. I, Joe Barger, will my desire to bother no one and my quiet ways to Gary Carpenter. 15. I, Wilson Miller, bestow my manly physique upon John Henry Bollinger. 16. I, Charlie Graham, leave my ability to arrive at school late (on purpose) and get by with it to Richard Hall. 17. I, Ella Lee Clary, bequeath my artistic ability and mixed up love affairs to Betsy Barber. 18. I, Bill Hoffner, leave my bus (No. 5), of which I have taken the best of care, to Johnny Cline. 19. I, Scott Coble, leave my beloved shorthand book to my sister Shannon. 20. I, Ted Correll, leave my quiet and sober nature to Bob Drury. 21. I, Mary Ruth Carpenter, do will my giggles and “whacky” talk to Carolyn Moore. And I, being of sound mind and body, do hereby affix my signature to this, the Last Will and Testament of the class of 1948. CAROLYN BLACKWELDER Lawyer Witnesses: CHARLEY CASTROPTROSTROPHE M. H. CLAGHORN

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Our Last Farewell Mt. Ulla, the school we have loved so well, The school of my dearest days, The pride and joy through years gone by, A place to be loved always. The teachers and their gallant work Have helped us through the years, Guided our steps to pleasant goals Taken away our fears. Our friends were many, our enemies few As we come to our school days end, We'll remember the many deeds they did And never forsake a friend. So to the dearest school I know And to the dear old white and blue, We give our thanks and joy and pride As sorrowfully we leave you. SARAH TURNER Poet Class Motto GIVE TO THE WORLD THE BEST YOU HAVE, AND THE BEST WILL RETURN TO YOU. Class Colors Class Hower WINE AND GOLD DalIsy