Woodleaf High School - Acorn Yearbook (Woodleaf, NC)

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LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT We, the Seniors of '48, before we graduate and go away from Woodleat School, wish to leave to the Sophomore and Freshman classes our best wishes, but io the Junior class, we leave the following: Louise Fleming leaves her ability to study and make A's to Charles Barber. ! Lillian Speas leaves her giggles to Allie Jean Pope. Ruth Click leaves her flirtatious ways to Bobby Deal. Bobby Ward leaves his quietness to his dear brother, Billy. Jean Yarbrough leaves her blonde hair to Buddy Durant. Darwin Correll leaves his sleepiness in Chemistry to Virgil Blake. Garland Pope leaves his handsomeness to Janet Adams. May Trexler leaves her many boy friends to Betty Jo Lyerly. Dorothy Beck leaves her beauty to Velma Carter. Nannie Mae Harris leaves her “altar thoughts’ to Eva Mae Shoat. Maude Lee Swicegood leaves her brother, Graham, to the Junior class in general. , Thelma Powlas wills her black hair to Dink Satriet. Hilda Click wills her height to Eva Mae Shoat. Donald Watson wills his height to Sarah Jacobs. C. W. Myers wills his manly physique to Virgil Blake. Martin Barbee wills No. 87 to his brother, Donald. Walter Goodman leaves his musical ability to Joe White Elliot. Donald Hanbarrier leaves his fondness for a certain Junior girl to Eva Shoat. Lawrence Safley leaves his Buick to Tommy Barber. Sidney Blume wills his red hair and freckles to Dink Satriet. Graham Swicegood leaves his ‘peculiar noises’ to Anna Louise Grubb. © Thomas Langford leaves his ‘sporty hat'’ to James Lineberger. Bobby Williams leaves his many girl friends to Everette Shoat. Bobby Holt leaves his daddy's ole mule, “Miss Dinah,” to Anna Louise Grubb. From the Senior class to the Junior class go our front seats in the auditorium, and to Mrs. Chambers and Miss Current, our Junior and Senior advisors, go our fondest love, deepest thanks, and the very best wishes. NANNIE MAE HARRIS, Testator “se

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Close Up—three grinning beauties. Relaxing at lunch time. Going our way??? Take me, take my The guy who sweeps up after us. senior class. The Senior class’s youngest beauty-— You can tell these guys don’t like ties. our mascot. Just like squirrels—nut hunting. Who’s the girl behind you, Dale? Two’s company—in a cornpatch. Why the perturbed looks, girls? Senior class extremes—largest and smallest. Starting out young—bholding hands. rie FRAGILE—Handle with Care. Look at the bird ° Hilda, does somethin ’ i -

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CLASS POEM We have come to the end of our High School Days And pausing with a tender thought, We think of all the benefits That to us our school has brought. Memories pleasant we'll always have, Of the twelve short years just past, Though now to us the future calls, We'll remember them to the last. Friends we've gained here will not forsake Future pathways they will cheer And both in joy and sorrow .too Comfort us throughout each year. And now to us the great world calls All our dreams to realize, Higher our work we'll still pursue For success in the future lies. We are starting life anew Our work has just begun And so while striving to do our best. “We'll find a way or make one.” LILLIAN SPEAS, Poet Motto We Will Find A Way Or Make One.” MassliW@alons @lossiElowen Blue and White Red Rose