Winterville High School - Searchlight Yearbook (Winterville, NC)

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future Hit Zunes (Prophecy) I entered the Apollo Theater in Rome, Italy, the night of May 24, 1966, to attend a production of the opera which I had composed. What a happy person I was ! My opera was a success; and tonight, for the first time in ten years, I would get to see my class- mates of ' 56 who had been chosen by my production manager to participate in this musical composition. As I walked into the building, I spoke to Marvin Joyner, the general manager of the opera house, and he personally conducted me to a choice seat. Looking about the audience, I saw Bruce Branch and his partner, Jennis Harris, the wealthy owners of a fruit plantation. Sitting with them was Bobby Vaughn, who had acquired fame as a prominent sculptor. The curtain rose; the presentation began. I was thrilled as I saw my story begin to unfold. On the stage I recognized Joy Faulkner, the leading soprano, who was bickering with Carolyn Allen, the wife of a deceased millionaire. Both of them wished to be escorted to a dance at the spacious home of Maggie Gastello, a professional dancer, by Garland Tripp, a member of the cast who played the part of an executive. As Garland appeared, the girls became different per- sonalities, each trying to win an invitation from him. At this point. Act I ended. The curtain closed; I want back stage to congratulate the performers. Janice Stox, the costume designer, was busy trying to get the choral group ready for their appearance in Act II. Jeannette Moye, the hair stylist, was busy arranging the elaborate coiffure of Ruby Lee McArthur, who was also to make her appearance in Act II. After speaking to a few people, I found that I had just enough time to reach my seat before the play resumed. As I breathlessly took my place, the curtain rose and for a second my heart stood still. Ruby Lee, secretary to Garland Tripp, was engaged in a conversation with Poe and Kent Worthington, law partners. They, too, had been invited to attend Maggie’s dance and were wondering whom they might invite to go with them. At this moment Patsy Tripp and Jack Sawyer, American representatives to the Olympic games, entered. Patsy offered to help these young men solve their problem. For a second time I heard the loud applause of the audience as the second act ended. I decided to remain in my seat during the second intermission. When the curtain was raised for the third act, I had actually had time for some clear thinking, and I had even had time to congratulate myself on having written a successful play. As I sat there, I saw William Corey, the stage director, wheel in the scenery for the third act. Linda Nichols, the make-up artist, retouched the make-up of the performers while Carlton Branch flicked the switches for the lighting effect required for this last act. The opera then began to move toward its completion. Harold Nobles raised his baton and his orchestra began to play the music for the last act. As the curtain rose, Patsy was suggesting to Kent and Poe that- they take Carolyn Allen and Joy Faulkner, two dance enthusiasts, to the dance. Garland, the executive, ended my opera by in- viting his secretary. Ruby Lee, to attend the dance with him. Thus my opera, which had been shown in the United States, France, Germany, and Switzerland, had won wide acclaim in Rome, Italy. I went back stage to speak to Shirley Tyndall, bookkeeper for the Apollo Theater. She was totaling the receipts for the night’s performance. Charles Smith, advertising manager, informed all concerned with the opera that Horace Lee Moore had invited us to his restaurant. On the way we passed Frances and Connie Sutton’s swanky dress shop. Across the street was Fussell and Moye’s Loan Company and just leaving were the owners, Ray Fussell and Billy Moye . As we approached our destination, we noticed the snappy title, “Eat a Little Moore’s.’’ As we entered Horace Lee Moore greeted us and Sherrill Garris, the hostess , welcomed us warmly. S he led us to a large dining hall, where Helen McLawhorn and Polly Allen were waiting for us. We learned that their husbands, Billy and Mack Churchill, are co-owners of a large trade com- pany. I noticed that all the class members of ’56 except Peggy Mobley were present. Just at that moment the door opened and in walked Peggy with her husband. She had been married in Win- terville and they were spending their honeymoon in Italy. What a joyous re-union. Everyone talked of old school days! Faye Mills, Prophet

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Whale J otes WILLIAM KENT WORTHINGTON “Kent” F.F.A. 1, 2, 3, 4; Bus Driver 3,4; Class Vice-Pres. 3,4; Baseball 2; Glee Club 3,4. ALFRED POE WORTHINGTON ‘ ‘Poe ’ ’ F.F.A. 1,2,3, Treas. 3; Bus Driver 4, Substitute 3; Baseball 3, 4; Glee Club 3,4; Superlative. BOBBY MANYARD VAUGHN ‘ ‘ Bobby” F.F.A. 1,2, 3, 4; Glee Club 2; Bus Driver Substitute 3,4. SHIRLEY ANN TYNDALL “Shirley ’ T ransferred from Greenville; Flee Club 3,4; Jr. -Sr. Waitress; Beta Club 4; Cheerleader 3. PATSY OPHELIA TRIPP ‘ ‘Brown-eyes ’ ‘ F. H. A. 1, 2, 3, 4, Sec. 3; Glee Club 1,2, 3, 4; Jr. -Sr. Waitress; Annual Ad Comm. 3; Teen-age Club 1; Basketball 1,2, 3, 4, Co- captain 4; Senior Play; Superlative. GARLAND EDWARD TRIPP “Garland’ ‘ F.F.A. 1,2, 3, 4, Delegate 1, Contest 2; Glee Club 2,3,4; Ass’t Art Ed. 3.

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Class Colors Red and White Class Slower Red Rose Class Song V erse: We have traveled far on the road of life, Yet we have many miles to go. We shall think of the days that used to be And of the good friends we know. We say good-by with tears in our eyes As we start on the journey beyond. And with heartfelt thanks we now say to you For these good days we’ll always long. Chorus: The night of our dreams has at last come true But now we hate to go. We’ve worked, we’ve played, and we’ve made the grade; Now we will miss you so. Farewell to the friends who have helped us this far On the path toward a higher goal. We now give a cheer to the things we hold dear And the mem’ries of our high school. Class Motto ‘ ‘Give us clear vision that we may know where to stand and what to stand for--because unless we stand for something, we shall fall for any- thing.’ ’ Peter Marshall Mascots Dorothy Ann Hooks J effrey Nobles