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

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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

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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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PROPHECY One cool November day in nineteen hundred and sixty-seven the door of the Century Model Agency for which I work opened. The wind ruffled the papers in my typewriter. Looking up, 1 saw a smartly dressed young woman whom 1 at once recognized as my old friend and schoolmate, Lynne Minich. We began to talk of our school days at Guilford. Wondering what had become of our friends, we decided to pay a visit to the small metropolis once again. Wecaught a ride with Maurice Poole, President of the World Wide Bag Company, who was making hismonthly business trip to Guilford in the latest Jaguar Jet. On arriving we found the Quaker community was prospering, and it had grown so much that we hardly recog- nized our old stamping-ground. We were surprised to learn that thrifty and business-like Kermit Robinson, better known now as Square Deal Robinson, was behind the growth of Guilford. The efficient Mobile Taxi Service, owned and operated by Steve Ratcliff, quickly took us to the school, which was now all glass and mechanically controlled. The buildings were the clever idea of the famous inventor, Charles Einstein” Canada As we stepped intothe moving hallway, we were met by none other than Mr, Jenkins, gliding briskly down the hall. Upon further observation we found that he was being meekly followed by three familiar figures. It seems that Lyndon Clark, P. J. Shelton, and Carrol Wray had not stayed out of trouble long enough to graduate. While talking to commercial teacher Jean Warf, we learned that Ted Duggins had not yet found a commence- ment robe small enough -- he's still waiting to be fitted. There were also three other Guilford graduates teaching at their Alma Mater. Mrs. Taylor's dizzy spells had forced her to retire, and in her place was Jane Yates. Faye Canada, former wizard with needle and thread, was busy teaching the Daughters of the Modern World to transform cloth into sheik, modern day clothing. In the gym Elizabeth Sharpe was coaching her girls' All-Star basketball team. Lunch was served in the spacious glass cafeteria by dietician Mildred Page. As you might guess, they were still serving hot dogs! After lunch we stopped by the lab where John Davenport was performing an experiment on 24-hour-a-day sleeping pills. On the helicopter landing we were amazed tosee Billy Jonesgiving a lecture on safe flying through congested air lanes. Reluctantly leaving the school which we once knew so well, we drove down the main street of Guilford Col- lege. We stopped at the fabulous Last Stop Repair Garage owned by millionaire Garry Milloway and talked to Eleanor Boyd, wuu «as having her small mobile serviced. Next we saw the beauty salon of Mile. Elizabeth Caudle. Ann Highfill, the professional manicurist, was half owner, and next door the nationally known designer, Jane Stack, was holding a fashion show featuring her new straight look. The community now has a new attraction -- the Carolina Theatre which is owned by Martha Hannah. We were astonished to find Nancy Honeycutt there as chief cashier and Alton Tanner as supervisor of ushers. At the theatre we picked up stray bits of gossip. Douglas Stanley is now owner of a used jet lot, and Nancy Miller is his A-l secretary. Iris Simpson and Barbara Williams have a big business of their own -- Night Day Baby Sitting Agency. Peggy McGuire, the famous illustrator of children's books, has just been awarded a Nobel Prize in addition to the coveted Mad Award. Across from the Carolina Theatre we saw a brilliant sign advertising Wright Bathing Suits for All Women. Philip's glamorous model was Nancy McDowell. In the next block we saw Steele's Department Store headed by Shelby Maxwell, co-owner of the chain of stores. Hailed by Wayne Jones who was just stepping into the subway, we accepted his invitation to a football game in which he starred as water boy. During half-time at the game we were entertained by the Guilford High-Fi Band led by Barbara Vaden, who was now Drum Majorette. After the game we came upon Jim Newlin in the col- lege library doing research for his new book entitled DEATH AND THEREAFTER. On our way back to New York we landed at Durham to visit our old friend, Nancy Davis, who was now pro- fessor of physics and chemistry at Duke University. On her desk was a copy of the latest issue of the COLLEGE DIGEST, featuring the life story of Sue Hamilton, who had become famous as a fiction-and-fact alumnae writer. We, the Class of 1956, have predicted! Prophetesses Margaret Tanner Lynne Minich 31