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

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Class History It was a terribly warm August morning in nineteen hundred and fifty, that thirty-seven, wet-browed people were brought together and branded as very green freshmen, by the upper classmen. We had as our advisors, Mr. K. K. K. Box and Mr. D. N. Jeffers. The initiation of our boys and girls into the F.H.A. and F.F.A. Clubs proved to be a lot of fun. Finally, after having lived through our Algebra, Health, Physical Education, and English classes, we closed the first year of this new life, with a skating party at Brown's Skating Rink. After a three months vacation with no home-work, we were anxious to see old friends and climb another rung up the ladder of success. Again our advisor was Mr. Box, tNo! We didn't fail last year, he was promoted with usl. Our favorite subiect was Biology. All those odd looking creatures you saw running around were our bugs. Since everyone had enioyed our last skating party, we decided to close this year with one, too. We entered our iunior year with Mrs. W. L. Johnston, and twenty-seven enrolled fa slight decrease from last year's thirty-sixl. We learned that this year was to be packed full of exciting events. The first of these, the annual sale of Christmas cards for the Junior-Senior Banquet, was quite successful. The next was six of our eight geniuses becoming members of the Beta Club. The next, even though it was nerve-racking was the Junior play, for the benefit of the Junior-Senior Banquet also. Soon afterwards we ordered our class rings. As the days grew warmer and longer, the Jolly Juniors donned blue ieans and stayed after school to help get ready for the long awaited banquet. When the day of May second arrived, we all got dressed in our divers suits and went to visit Father Neptune Under the Sea. From this event we went into our final exams. The week after school closed we all gathered at Happy's Lake for an evening of fun topped off with a picnic supper. Ah! Dignified Seniors at last. Our objectives this year are to give the Sen- ior play, to publish The Keepsake, and to keep up with our classes so that we can graduate in May. Now that we have our rings, we look back upon the last four years with satisfaction, except that maybe we could have studied a little harder. Now that we have completed these years, we, the Senior Class of fifty- four wish for our underclassmen and everyone else who has made our school life a happy one, the best of everything, and to you we say goodbye. HELEN MCGEE Historian

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DON PAR KER Frolicsome F.F.A. l,2,3,4 4-H1,2,3,4 Glee Club 3,4 STARR STAR LIN G Artistic Transfer From Advance 2 Cheerleader 2,3 Chief 3 , Paper Staff 3 , F. H. A. 2,3,4 Glee Club 2,3,4 Library Staff 2,3,4 Monogram Club 2,3,4 Annual Staff 4 Junior and Senior Play J. LEE TURMAN, JR. Understanding Bus Driver 3,4 UN I HAZEL PIN KSTON Demure 4-H l,2 F. H. A. l,2,3,4 JEAN TURMAN PurposefuI Class Reporter l F. H. A. l,2,3 Cheerleader l,2,4 Monogram Club l,2 Marshal 3 Glee Club 2,3,4 Beta Club 3,4 Cub Staff 4 Annual Staff 4 Senior Play PEG GY WEST Versatile F. H. A. l,2,3 4-H l,2 Class President 2 Secretary 3,4 Basketball Manager Monogram Club 3,4 Secretary 4 Beta Club 3,4 Secretary 3 President 4 Paper Staff 3 Chief Marshal 3 Cub Staff 3 Annual Staff 4 Class Poet 4

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Class Prophecy Louise, why are the lights on in the garden? lsn't it beautiful down there from here on the terrace? The roses are so pretty this time of year. I've always loved the different colors of the roses and their sweet fragrance. lt's so alluring that I must go down. Call me when dinner is ready. Everything is quiet except the clicking sound of my heels on the beautiful rock steps leading to my rose garden, but yet, I don't feel alone. My favorite roses are swaying with the evening breeze-to and fro, until-why it seems as if fairies are dancing round and round me and they are singing a happy song! What is it? I can hear the melody but the words- what are they, no, it must be the wind-it's someone, but who? It's a man's voice. Oh, I see a tall, distinguished man over by the swinging garden gate now. Why Wallace Beaver, it's so good to see you again! The last time we were together was the night of graduation in 1954. Come into the garden, won't you? What? There are more? Who? Your wife and' all the ones who graduated in '54 and their families! Why, what a surprise. Come in everyone and wander around the garden and sit on the ter- race. Don't go too far though because I want to talk to everyone. You're staying for dinner? So, that's why Louise kept wanting me to get out of the house. You let her know but it was to be a surprise for me. Yes, I know what the occasion is now. We were graduated from Mount Ulla High ten years ago. Today is the anniversary and I hadn't realized it. How stupid of me. Wallace, since you seem to be leading the group as you did when you were president of our senior class, tell me about everything that's been happen- ing around Mount Ulla and how all of you got together to come here. Of course, since my home was centrally located, you wrote to everyone telling them to meet here and decided to have it a surprise for me. Everyone is looking wonderfully young, but I suppose all of us have learned lots, since we got out of school and have become more experienced in the roles we are now playing. What have you done since graduation, Wallace? Well, Uncle Sam was sure lucky to get a good guy like you to fight for him, but what have you been doing since you got out of the army? A construction engineer? The work sounds quite fascinating. Don't be so modest! I know you must be the best engineer around anywhere because you were always one to succeed. lsn't the man over near the edge of the garden Wayne Miller? Of course, it is. Let's remember to speak to him. So he's the coach of Mount Ulla School where the enrollment has grown to about 2,000 pupils. That's wonderful, and speaking of coaches, I read in the paper that Jackie Anderson is now the head coach of Duke University. He was married last week! I'd like to meet his bride but let's speak to everyone as we go around to the other side where they are. Let's stop to speak to this little group. Why it's Nancy London and her husband, a Lutheran minister, and Faye Nell Graham and Peggy West with