Woodleaf High School - Acorn Yearbook (Woodleaf, NC)

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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

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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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PRQPHECY I, Anna Grubb, one of the many John Powers world-famous models, was walking down Fifth Avenue one day recently with the model's usual luggage, a hat-box and a make-up kit, when I noticed I had passed the business district and had reached a lovely park. The freshness of the grass and shade was so appealing to me I went over and sat down. Kicking off my shoes, I leaned back in my seat, my eyelids grew heavy, and I slept. Force of habit caused me to pick up my compact and begin to comb my hair, but when I looked in the mirror I saw faint objects moving and I began to hear music. A band which I recognized as Guy Lombardo's was playing the sweetest music this side of heaven with an enchanting vocal by a beautiful girl in a dress of cloudy white silk. Why! it was Allie Gene Pope, the girl who was voted best looking in my senior class. But this lovely scene began to fade and I found myself back in surroundings so familiar my heart ached. It was dear ole' Woodleaf High where I was met at the office door by the principal, Mr. James Lineberger, who evidently was running the school his way. For on the playground I saw twelve grades playing games of various kinds while Mr. Lineberger sat in a rocker on the porch. My attention was soon attracted by a neat little lady who was efficiently fulfilling her duties as switchboard operator at Woodleaf by politely turning away the thousands of calls from pupils who wished to enter this greatest and easiest high school in the United States, Sarah Jacobs. This scene moved down the road a short distance to a beautiful country knoll. There spread over the hills were numerous white structures. At the road where I turned in I read Potneck Juicery on a small neat sign. After I drove through about a mile of pastures, I reached a pretty little cottage. Peeping through the window, what do you think I saw? Eva Mae Shoaf in a frilly white apron, standing by an electric churn printing the loveliest molds of rich chocolate butter. Too soon this scene faded and I found myself at a basketball game. Glancing up at the scoreboard I found I was at the Whoop and Holler University, and the home team was ahead iifty points, with the half just over. A loud shout attracted my attention to the cheerleaders who had just made their debut led by their chief uwhooper and hollerer Bill Ward. flncidentally, his co-cheerleaders were fifty beautiful girls in grass skirts.J Again I hear shouts, why! another baksetball game, I at once saw a tall, handsome figure. This every-angle Casanova proved to be Everett S-hoaf, who easily sank thirty baskets, giving a glorious victory to his team, State. Wondering where my next visit would take me, I was quite startled to find myself in Raleigh, North Carolina. As I passed the Capitol I was astonished when someone yelled to me from an open window. As the voice sounded familiar to me I hastened inside to meet none other than the Hon. Dink Safriet, Governor of North Carolina. The step from Senior Class President to Governor of North Carolina is quite a step, but as I talked with him I could even imagine him as President of the United States. Going back with him to a visit to Needmore, N. C., I met another classmate, Janet Adams, who now it seemed was Dink's cousin by some act of matrimony. Despite the fact she was very busy keeping house for her husband and two children and teaching Bible in a local school, she invited me to join her on a visit to our old friend Betty Jo Lyerly, and I gratefully accepted. But upon arriving at Betty's home we found her scrubbing up her little carrot-tops and heard them saying something about daddy's big game. So we hastily said hello and goodbye, and departed. As I was leaving from this visit a well-kept farm attracted my attention. When I came to a large white house I stoped to inquire who lived there and was met at the door by the master of the house, Thomas Franklin Barber, Esq. Upon invitation I entered the house and to my surprise I found Bobby Deal there also. It seems that he was co-owner of this great estate, and their great success was due to their ability to write out with a pencil and paper what their wives could do each day on the farm, and making them do it. Leaving their farm and starting down the Mocksville Highway I saw a familiar figure lift his thumb for a ride. Stopping, I picked up Virgil Blakeand one of his 1,217 girl friends. It seems that his car was broken down and he was very determined to see a newsreel on the world's only cover-boy. I happened to join thim at the movies and to our awe and astonishment the first face flashed on the screen was that of our photogenic classmate, Donald Barbee, now making history and money as the world's smilingest cover-boy. Somehow the lights in the theater seemed to flicker on and off and the picture faded, and I wished the person behind me would stop shaking my seat-why it wasn't my seat at all, it was a kindly old cop waking me up. I sat up quickly, now fully awake. It was almost dark, the hot sun gone, and the noise and hustle of the city deadened. As I closed my compact, picked up my hat-box and walked toward home, I felt refreshed and happy. Maybe it was because of the cool air or the quietness of dusk, but I imagine it was because I had just seen some very close friends of mine as prosperous, happy citizens, and all just the same as when they were members of the class of '49. ANNA GRUBB, Prophetess