Class of T2
THE FULL MOON SENIOR SUPPLEMENT
Vol. 37 —No. 13
Albemarle Senior High School, Albemarle, N. C.
Special Moments
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May 25. 1972
... to Remember
1984 — A Brave New World
Tuesday, May 23, 1984. I left
Chapel Hill headed for Atlanta.
Two hours after I started, I
noticed the oil light on my
Mercedes flashing. I pulled over,
got out and thumbed down a
truck.
The driver was nice, and after
a few miles I recognized him as
an old school chum, Steve
Lowder. He told me he had
started driving trucks after going
broke at the track. I was
astonished because Steve had
done so well in school.
I thanked him and got out up
town. I noticed a broken down
building with an old man sitting
beside a sign that read “Court
house.” It was Don Chandler,
but he’s only 30 years old. After
the introduction, he explained his
condition.
“I used to practice law, but
crime ran loose and put me in this
early grave.”
As we walked back toward
Wilhelms’, I heard a loud roar of
music from a store, and stepped
inside to find Tommy Allen had
opened a stereo shop. We talked
for awhile and Tommy told me a
little of what had happened in
Albemarle.
I found a record in the shop
which Ellen Mabry, Susan An
drew, and Robert Efird had
made, also a hit single of “Moon
River” by Anne Harris. I bade
Tommy farewell and strolled on
down the street.
I walked on soon to see a girl
galloping down the street on a
horse. I stopped her to find out it
was Lynn Chivington.
As we talked, I discovered
Roger Williams had opened a
motorcycle shop and that Kim
Tobias was now working on 2-
28’s. As I was about to part from
Lynn, she mentioned Mike La ton
had become famous for racing
Oldsmobiles, and Tommy Davis
had opened a car lot in his front
yard.
Needing a ride across town I
called a taxi, only to find Calvin
Ingram had his own cab com
pany. Talking to Calvin for a few
minutes I was intrigued to find
out Mike Palmer and Brenda Gay
had been married and had six
kids. Calvin also told me Larry
Mills had saved enough paper
money to buy the SNAP. I said
goodbye to Calvin and climbed
into the cab.
No sooner had we gotten under
way than I discovered John
Lowder as my driver. John told
me he often took John Smith Holt
to South Stanly, but that his most
frequent trip was to take Susan
Blalock to do charity work. I paid
John for the ride and got out at
the house of my old friend Lin
Senter, who had become in
ternationally famous for driving
in jeep races.
Lin told me that Eddie
Harrington was now a major in
the army, and the Reverend
Steven Hill had delivered the
invocation at the last promotional
services for Eddie. As I continued
to talk to Lin he told me of how a
few years earlier the notorious
gangster Big A1 Fatkin had
terrorized the town. Lin was
showing me around his house
when I noticed a book entitled
Terrible Puns by Reid Squires. It
was getting late so I made my
way downtown to find some
supper.
As I walked the neon light
streets I noticed a sign ad
vertising Robert Cook’s Tavern.
Inside I found Patti Kirk,
Ladonna Craig, and Virginia
Smith who told me they were
regular customers.
I talked with the three and they
told me how Alicia Thomas,
Montesse Drye, and Jacky Hyatt
had attempted to join the
“Supremes” singing group and
had made themselves stars.
After I finished supper I went
back out to see if I could find the
house of my old friend Jackie
Lowder.
Jackie had written many cook
books and had just finished an
exquisite dinner. We started
talking and she told me Annette
Morgan now owned the Heart of
Albemarle Motel. She also told
me Cindy Kelly had gone into
the diaper business, Martha
Medling was working for the
Playtex Company, and Sharon
Russell had started a business of
silver polish for braces.
The time was getting late and I
had to get back on my way to
Atlanta. I finally found Tony
Morton who is good at everything
to fix my car and off I went into
the night.
ft's Time
I, Mark Andrew, leave the Sports page of the SNAP that my father
v^ites to Mark Pfeifer.
I, Jimmy Boyd, leave my Carolina T-shirts to Tommy Knotts.
I, Alan Burris, leave my red-hot Javelin to David Gk)re.
l’ Eddie Calloway, leave quickly with Karen.
I John Clarke, leave my change patch to the other kangaroos,
l’ Lynn Cranford, leave.
I, Mike Davis, leave in my funny ’63 Chevy for Rockingham.
I, Terry Eudy, will leave Marsha alone.
l’, Deri Faulkner, leave my last name to a young writer.
I, Russell Forte, leave my ‘42 Plymouth at Jan’s house.
I, Eric Furr, leave my job at Snyder’s to Billy McSwain.
I, Leroy Gr^n, leave my limber joints to Michael Jackson,
l’ Charles Green, leave my knowledge to Ricky Swaringen.
l’ John Harrington, leave my pleasant personality to my brother
Bobby Swan.
I, William Hill, leave promptly to get to homeroom on time,
l’ Melvin Hooker, leave my body to Marcel Davis.
I, Johnny Huneycutt, leave my styled hair to Glen Campbell.
l’ Harold Kimmer, leave curiosity to the immortal cat.
l’ Tony Laton, leave my Mustang to B & L Salvage.
l’ Donnie Lowder, leave my lifetime membership to the Ford Racing
Division to Richard Petty.
I Phillip Lowder, let my GTO ride on Lynn Cranford.
l’ Harry Miller, leave a life size picture of Peggy to Mr. Ken Frazier
for inspiration during halftime.
I, Tommy Joe Morgan, leave with Brad Perry for the moon.
I, Jorge Moutous, leave my Spanish accent to Dede O’Guin.
l’ Harold Overcash, leave my ability to make love to Bobby Daurity.
I, Ricky Parker, leave my wig collection to the American Bald Eagle,
l’ Danny Ross, leave my executive ability to the bravest junior,
l’ Jeff Smith, leave my hair to Anthony Tyson.
I, Mike Stoker, leave my underhanded techniques to Robert.
I, Joe Trexler, leave well enough alone.
I, Woody Watkins leave my Roadrunner to Wylie Cyote.
I, Steve Whitley, leave my thin brown belt to Deborah Kerr.
l’, George Winecoff, leave my fantastic driving ability to Jimmy Cain.
To Leave
I, Judy Almond, leave my Mickey Mouse morals to Bain Jones.
I, Freida Biggers, leave Mac Swaringen.
I, Linda Bogle, leave my mother to coach the ASHS wrestling team.
I, Cheryl Burleson, leave my brother to Betsy Stewart.
I, Mary Anne Crisco, leave my gullibility to Joyce Smith.
I, Joy, leave Early so I won’t be late.
I, Jo Ann Eudy, leave my conservative hair cut to Marilyn Poplin.
I, Terri Ann Furr, leave quietly.
I, Brenda, am Goins to leave.
I, Freda Hahn, leave my lonely left ring finger to Marla King.
I, Tim Fesperman, leave my vivid imagination to Miss. McKenzie.
I, Donnie Hamilton, leave the National Honor Society alone.
I, Brian Garber, leave Carolina on my mind.
I, Beth Kelley, leave my worn out training bra to Patti Hairyes.
I, Linda Kelly, leave my voice to Lena Horne.
I, Lillian Hubbard, leave my dancing ability to Arthenia White.
I, Diane Laton, leave my jewelry collection to Janet Lefler.
I, Angela Little, leave my Afro to Darell Jackson.
I, Marilyn Lowder, leave chemistry lab techniques to Christine
Garber.
I, Joyce Mason, leave my carpenter ability to Mr. Waddell.
I, Teresa Mauldin, leave my typing speed to Mrs. Gehring.
I, Janice Miles, leave my last name to highway signs.
I, Kathy Morgan, leave a warning to whoever needs it.
I, Brenda Pemberton, leave my cheerleading uniform to John Baugh.
I, Teresa Phillips, leave Craig Taylor waiting at the altar.
I, Cindy Ross, leave my All-State band record to Irelou Easley.
I, Debbie Sides, leave my key to Mr. Frazier’s office to Joanne Har-
bers.
I, Lorraine Thompson, leave my tap shoes to Brenda Burris.
I, Becky Watson, leave my black marks with my red Volkswagen.
I Kathy Whitley, leave my green Cougar to a little old lady in
Pasadena.
I, Peggy Youngblood, leave with Harry Miller.
I, Tony Morton, leave the best personality a person could have to
Susan Plyler.
I, Calvin Ingram, leave my bus to Ronald Davis.