Western Guilford High School - Amici Yearbook (Greensboro, NC)

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LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT We, the Senior Class of Guilford High School, in the county of Guilford, the state of North Carolina, and in’ the year Nineteen Hundred and Fifty-six, do declare ourselves full-fledged members of the adult world. We declare this to be our Last Will and Testament, and for the betterment of our school and remaining classmates do will the following properties. Article I: General Properties To the Junior Class, we will our high sales talks. We realize that time is short for you and that you will need to do plenty of fast talking. To the Sophomore Class, we will our high hopes for the future. Being only this far along, you will have plenty of time to think and hope. To you, dear Freshmen, we leave out sympathy. Article II: Personal Properties 1, Charles Canada, leave my scientific genius to Mr. Walker. I, Eleanor Boyd, leave David Hite's Henry-J in a terrible wreck. I, Lyndon Clark, in despair, leave Mr. Brackin old and gray. I, John Davenport, just leave for the health of the faculty. I. Faye Canada, leave the ABC's of sewing to Nancy Gray Kivett. I, Ted Duggins, will my ability to graduate to Elmo Hopkins. I, Elizabeth Caudle, will my long blonde curls to Amanda Warf. I, Wayne Jones, leave my ability to sway Mrs. Taylor with my rational ideas to anyone who thinks he can do as well. I, Billy Jones, leave my laugh to anyone who can top it. I, Nancy Davis, will my natural intelligence to Babe Wilhoit hoping that it will not decline. I, Gary Milloway, leave my ideas for up-to-date cars to Jimmy Duncan. I, Sue Hamilton, will my dependability to William Fox. I. Jim Newlin, will my crusade against the ideals of the human race to Barry Dameron, since he is off to a good start. I, Maurice Poole, leave my Brando looks, whirlwind romances, and racing colors to Don Stokes. I. Charles Purcell, leave the teachers for a short rest. I, Martha Hannah, will my boyish haircut to Rosma Frisberg along with a pair of scissors. I, Ann Highfill, leave my 22 inch waistline to Patsy Duncan. 1, Steve Ratcliff, leave my ability to come to school late to anyone who can get away with it. I, Kermit Robinson, leave my milking pail and milking stool to Billy Jenkins. I, Nancy Honeycutt, will my love of talking to Virginia Bondurant. I, Shelby Maxwell, leave .... with new hopes for tomorrow. I, P. J. Shelton, leave with undimmed memories of G. H. S. I, Lynne Minich, will my hidden secrets concerning beauty to Jane Coltrane. I, Nancy McDowell, will my charming personality to Linda Jones. I. Peggy McGuire, will my talent-on-tap to Catherine Crabtree. I. Mildred Page, leave my bashful brown eyes to Emma Jean Teague. I, Elizabeth Sharpe, will my athletic ability to Sara Fuquay. I, Iris Simpson, leave my silly giggles resounding through the halls. I, Jane Stack, leave my power at the wheel to Rosa Watterson. I, Margaret Tanner, will my flirty ways to Anne Canada. I. Barbara Vaden. leave my basketball uniform to anyone who thinks they can fit it. i! Barbara Williams, leave only to make plans for the future at Colfax. 1. Carroll Wray, leave my motto How fast is fast? to Eddie Blackburn, in hopes that he will not cool the hot rod. 1, Jean Warf, will the care of the Home Economics Building to Mrs. Hunter. I, Philip Wright, leave my executive sales talk ability to Raymond Chandler, i! Jane Yates, will my technique for studying to David Cain. I, Douglas Stanley, will my ability to sleep during English class to Jane Carrol, i! Alton Tanner, will my ability to keep the girls entertained to Steve Puckett. I Nancy Miller, will my optimistic ideas to the rising Seniors. Iris Simpson Shelby Maxwell 29

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NEATEST 28 Martha Hannah Steve Ratcliff

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CLASS HISTORY Freshmen! The time for which all of us had waited so pa - tiently--September, 1952--had arrived at last, and, as freshmen, we were treated as freshmen! We were last in the lunch line, but this was just one of the many things we had tt get accustomed to doing. Even though we were unnoticed by upper-classmen, we felt important. Sophomores! After struggling through the freshman year, we were promoted to the sophomore class. Feeling very dignified, we marched into our homeroom. Things were much the same as the year before, with the ex- ception of a new teacher, Mrs. Ledford. Amid the noise and laughter the year ended, bringing us ever closer to the front of the lunch line. Juniors! Thiswasa big year for us. We had many decisions and plans to make. Money, money, money--how and where to get it --became our main problem. With the help of our teacher, Mrs. Ledford, we planned our Junior-Senior Dinner-Dance. We sold magazines, candy, and had paper drives. The success of all these activities and the high school parties gave us the secure feeling of reachingour goal. Our Junior-Senior Banquet came off as planned at Sedgefield Manor. The theme Carolina Moon was carried out successfully with the presentation of a Negro Minstrel, which was directed by Mrs. Stanton. Another big moment for us was the day we ordered class rings. The color of the rings was changed from a red set to a black set. The days were counted until the rings finally arrived. Much was accomplished during our Junior year, and many memories were added to our already bulging collection. Seniors! September, 1955--the beginning of the end. At last we had reached the peak of our dreams--we became seniors. The front of the lunch line was left open for us now. We elect- ed our annual staff and started work immediately to meet the deadline. We were very much enthused when we met to decide on the color of our caps and gowns. The unanimous decision was for blue and white. As memories of the last four years are renewed, we take pride in presenting this Our Class History . Historians Nancy McDowell Barbara Jean Vaden so