Woodleaf High School - Acorn Yearbook (Woodleaf, NC)

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History Of The Class Cf '49 To tell fully the history of the class of '49 would involve a huge undertaking-yes, even the Writing of volumes. But I only Wish to pass on to you the highlights of the many events of our group. ln l945, an excited and happy group of forty-three boys and girls entered Woodleaf High School, realizing an ambi- tion cherished throughout our elementary school days. At last we were Freshmen! We soon learned the new Ways of high school life, and worked steadily from this first rung of our Education ladder toward our Sophomore year. Climbing the second rung we found our group had de- creased to thirty-three. Mrs. Dave Graham was our generous and kind sponsor for the Freshman and Sophomore years. Events happened fast, and soon before We could realize it, the year sped by and the third rung, our lunior year, was reached. This was one of our most eventful years, although our group had decreased to eighteen. We shall never forget the selling of magazines, and the lunior play. The lunior-Senior banquet was the highlight of this year. Miss Current was our sponsor. Finally the day of days arrived and our ambition cher- ished throughout our high school days was realized. We were Seniors! Although only fourteen of us reached this top rung on the Education ladder, we were determined to make this our best year. We were very fortunate to have Mrs. David Chambers as our sponsor. She was kind and always ready to lend a help- ing hand in any Way she could. We Wish to thank our prin- cipal, Mr. C. W. Harrill, each member of the faculty and each pupil who has helped make our High School days pleasant and worth while. Thus from the bottom of the ladder of Education, We have achieved the highest point offered in our high school, but We trust that We shall follow our motto- Not finished, just begun. DINK SAFRIET, Historian

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CLASS POEM Trust of men, hopefully climbing, Upwards, upwards, toward the sun, Never ceasing, but always trying, Not finished, lust begun. Who, still toiling, fore'er striving, To reach the ladder's topmost rung, Which, upon reaching, strive harder yet, saying Not finished, Iust begun. 'Working together, acting together, With more in mind than just mere fun, With this one thought, shared equally by all, Not finished, lust begun. Leaving these halls of instruction, Glad-hearted that We have made our run, Yet With serious thoughts of future Work, Not finished, Iust begun. VIRGIL BLAKE, Poet MOTTO Not finished: just begun. riowizra ' cLAss coioas Red Carnation Red and White

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Last Will and Testament As we, the members of the Senior Class of '49, make our final exit through the doors of Woodleaf School, we wish to bestow upon the members of the lunior Class the following: ,lanet Adams leaves her pink glasses and all around abil- ity to Richard Current. - Eva Shoaf and Allie Pope leave their second bowls of soup and their ladle spoons to Mary Ann Wetmore and lane Morgan. Sarah Iacobs bequeaths her size to Norma Wetmore. Bobby Deal leaves his bashfulness to Reba Moore and Betty Ann Overman. Anna Grubb leaves her innumerable pairs of shoes to Max Grant. Everette Shoaf leaves his height to Rena Moore. Donald Barbee bestows his glamorous Monday morning haircuts upon Ioe Robbins. Iames Lineberger bequeaths his mathematical ability to Katrina Livengood and lohnsie Pinkston. Betty lo Lyerly leaves her shorthand notebook to Helen Wetmore and Mildred Gentle. Bill Ward leaves his right to use the school's brooms and wheelbarrow to Willie Perrell and Lydia Ann Bailey. Virgil Blake leaves his l,2l7 girl friends to Aaron Godbey. Dink Safriet wills his dearly beloved book, Economics in Everyday Life, and his blond hair to Billy Steele. Tommy Barber leaves the pencil with which he has been farming for three years to Ioyce Williams, Maroline Seamon, and Betty Pinkston. To the entire lunior Class go the second, third, and fourth row seats in the auditorium. With our very best wishes to the faculty and the entire student body, the Senior Class com- pletes its will, and now says good-bye. BILL WARD, Testator