Woodleaf High School - Acorn Yearbook (Woodleaf, NC)

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I, Juanita Gentle, secretary for the Vice President of Powers Modeling Com- pany, New York, was relaxing in the lounging room after lunch when my head be- gan to nod. Suddenly I fell into a deep sleep. It seemed that I was gazing into a crystal ball, which predicted the future of my fellow classmates. Faintly, I saw Barbara Benson, teaching the third grade at the famous Wood- leaf School. Then the light grew dim and I could see a tall, busy doctor in his office at Cool- eemee, who was none other than Thomas Poole, counting the pulse of one of Mona Winecoff’s twenty-four '’carrot tops’’. I was amazed when I identified the nurse, moving swiftly down the corridor, as Oma Lee Click. Next, my vision traveled to Hollywood, California, where I saw John Lyerly as Top Artist for the Walt Disney Studios. Suddenly his telephone rang and I recog- nized the voice of Peggy Adams, a telephone operator for the Bell Telephone Com- pany in New York. Then I could see dimly, Linda Murph working as a Secret Agent for the F. B.I. in Washington, assisted by Norma Painter, her secretary. The figures in the ball became confused and then cleared, as I saw myself meet- ing the governor of North Carolina, Leonard Williams. The scene changed and I passed by the airport where I saw Peggy Webb board- ing a Transcontinental plane leaving for Oklahoma to join her husband. Quickly the ball turned and I saw Patsy Gibbons at the Hanes Hosiery Mill at Winston Salem, inspecting hose for her husband. As I moved the ball slightly, I saw my old home town where Frank Hoover, State Highway Patrolman, had just taken a speed violator to court. Next I saw in the ball a veterinarian, Neely Moore, visiting the farms ofthe two outstanding farmers of 1962, Cuthiel Wood and Carl Steele. Again the light grew dim and then brig htened, and I saw Jerry Cranford, driv- ing the first ‘‘CRANFORD”’ automobile off the assembly line in Detroit, Michigan, with Jeanette Kinley, his secretary, watching very excitedly. The last view was a meeting of the Home Demonstration Club of the Scotch- Irish Township, where I recognized Martha Deal, Margaret Douglas, and Joan Cran- ford as leading officers of the club because of their interest in home and family life. Suddenly, a rough shake aroused me from this revealing dream, and brought me to the world of reality. Again I was a secretary, about to resume my normal duties, but I know I shall never forget the prophecies of my dream. Juanita Gentle Prophetess

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In September of nineteen hundred and forty seven, thirty four fresh- men faced their first year of high school. Everything was new, we were inexperienced in this new type of study, but after nine months we felt we had accomplished much under the leadership of Mrs. Lois Miller. Twenty eight were left to begin the second year of our high school acdetethne direction of Mrs. Geneva Harrill. Two new students increased the number of our class to thirty, as we began our Junior year with Miss Jeanette Current as our advisor. The Junior-Senior Banquet and the play were the outstanding events and will always be pleasant reminders of our Junior year. In September of nineteen hundred and fifty one, twenty one girls and boys eagerly began their last year of high school education, each deter- mined to take advantage of all opportunities. Leonard Williams was chosen as class president, and Mrs. Mary Joe Chambers served as our sponsor. The highlights of the year were receiving our class rings, pro- ducing the Senior Play, and attending the Junior-Senior Banquet. As we near graduation, we look back over the four short years and realize that we have attained the goal which then seemed so far away. With many happy memories and with a sense of achievement, as we understand it, we carry with us the resolve to seek new goals by always fulfilling our Senior motto, ‘‘Hitch your wagon toa star.’’ Barbara Ann Benson Historian

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As the time for us to leave draws nigh, We Seniors begin to think of the past, Of the good old days at Woodleaf High And the years that have gone so fast. Our thoughts of the past remind us still That we must not loose sight of our goal, Though the paths we tred are all uphill We must go on, though dark clouds roll. We must not quit in the midst of our fight For we may not know how close we are To winning our goal, for in the night It may be near when we think it is far. Yes, we must go on through thick and thin And never think of giving in And when our goal seems so far We'll ‘‘Hitch our wagon to a star’’ Peggy Adams - Poet