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THE FULL MOON
Tuesday, May 27, 1952
THE FUIL MOON
Published Monthly by Members of Mrs. Fry’s
First Period English Class
STAFF
Editor Barbara Crowell
Managing Editor Jane Russell
News Editor l Jo Anne Griffin
Reporters—Margaret Griffin, Virginia Helms, Emily Milton, Betty
Lynn Crowell, Sue Redfern, Paula Howard, Henry Carpenter,
David Plowman, Sylvia Morrow.
Feature Editor Doris Rogers
Feature Writers—Johnny Youngblood, Betty Brunson, Lewis Kluttz,
Patsy Pettit, Nancy Jo Haynes, Roger Morris, Ann Daniel,
Catherine Atkins.
Sports Editor Joe Gaskin
Assistant Sports Editor Bruce Lowder
Sports Writers Doug Knotts, Peggy Morris, Jimmy Skidmore
Business Manager Leslie Swanner
Subscription Manager , Ham Morton
Advisor Mrs. Paul B. Fry
Class Prophecy
By JUNIOR JOSEY
The year, 1965; the month, June.
The atomic bomb is now a thing
of the past. In its place, the
“Fissel Missle” has become the
bomb voted most likely to ex
plode. It’s been many years
since we’ve seen Albemarle.
Roger Morris and I have been
away quite some time. Albe
marle has really expanded. It’s
grown so large it makes Charlotte
look like an ant hill. We’ve been
traveling inside the city limits
for two hours, and yet we are
just now coming to the main city.
The old bridge that was once
between Huneycutt Motors and
the flour mill has been remov
ed. In its place is the I. I. G. A.
H. W. B. I. H. bridge. (If It
Gets Any Higher, We’ll Be In
Heaven.) It’s the largest in the
world.
The town has grown so much
that the sewage disposal plant
has had to enlarge 32 times . . .
Incidentally, we also have the
world’s largest fertilizer plant.
The old home town just doesn’t
look the same. The drug stores
we once knew have really chang
ed. Purcell’s is now the Drive-In
Drug store with room for 500 cars
—and the Hill building, now
called the Mountain building, has
been made so large that it makes
the Empire State Building look
like a toothpick.
We had just started viewing
the town when Roger Morris’
(Roger graduated from Hot Dog
university, with a mustard de
gree) stomach began talking to
him. It said the usual thing:
“Fm hungry.” So we went to the
only cafe in town. The Better
Shop (once called the Goody
Shop) so named to keep up with
the enlarging of the town, now
has the only wiener in the world
11 feet long.
While in town we saw many
of our old high school friends.
Don Archer, who in his high
school days loved horses, now has
his own horse farm with 500
horses. Don also has taken over
his father’s barbecue pit, only
now he sells hamburger.
While touring the town, we
visited the new bakery, manag
ed by Rossie Barfield. In most
businesses a man will get the
big head. Not Rossie. His suc
cess has gone to his ''stomach.
One of Rossie’s chief workers is
Bobby Kelly. Bob’s in charge
of making holes in the dough
nut. Randall Plyler, who is mar
ried and has a lot of children,
is also working there. He is in
charge of the yeast products, and
he is still rising.' For a hobby,
Randall is working in a night
club, making $6,000 a week—nice
hobby.
Walking seemed to make
Roger hungry—everything seem
ed to make Roger hungry—so we
went to Rose’s to get some nuts.
While we were there, we met
Jane McDowell. Jane at one time
was a big show-off, and her one
ambition was ,to be a nudist.
Now she has one of the most
embarrassing jobs she could pos
sibly have—she is a window
dresser.
Two of our home town girls
have become models — Nancy
Morrow and Nancy Yow. You
can pick up any magazine and
see their pictures, except the
Charles Atlas boolfc Both of
them model for the same product
—E. Z. Reducing Plan. Nancy
Morrow is the BEFORE, and
and Nancy Yow, the AFTTER..
Both Roger and I thought it
was a little odd that it was snow
ing in June, but we soon figur
ed it ^was only Professor Nancy
Jo Haynes. Nancy has become a
large nut in the wheel of the
government fortune. She is now
working on a device that will
warn motorists of on-coming pa
trolmen. She is really doing a
fine job in the department of
science. In a few years she may
even get Mr. R. C. Hatley’s job.
John Eagle, who has always
had his head in the clouds, now
has made himself a name in avi
ation. He’s a sky-writer. John
has done things with an air
plane that no one else would do.
He works in his own plane. He
has become so good at flying,
the government is begging him
to fly the Super-Flip, the fastest
plane in the world—and Russia.
He can even slip wheels in an
airpocket.
Joe Gaskin and Virginia Helms
have finally gotten married, and
have two beautiful red-headed
children. After ten years of col
lege, Joe has finally made it. He
has the job he has really work
ed for. He is number 1 man
in the street cleaning depart
ment. Joe has become so famous
as a surgeon that he now can
perform two operations at a time.
The year 1965 is a big year
for Johnny Youngblood and Theo
Hinson. They have finally grad
uated. John has made a name
for himself in government poli
tics. He has found out why the
British have to borrow so much
money. They spend it by the
pound. John and Theo have gone
into business together. They have
a machine and electric shop.
Theo had a shocking time learn
ing electricity, but he finally got
the plug of it.
Henry Carpenter and Betty
Brunson, the love-birds of the
senior class, have gotten slap-
happily married and have two
children. I met the oldest one,
Henry, Jr., who was driving a'
stripped-down hot rod — a ’52
Cadillac. Henry has gone into
the grocery business, and Betty
is teaching gym at AHS.
We had to go over to the hos
pital to get Roger’s weekly blood
plasma, and several girls of the
class of ’52 were working there—
Betty Aldridge, Betty Burris,
Helen Hitchcock, Margaret Grif
fin, and Janice Scott. It’s nice
to know that some of our girls
went for something besides re
freshments when they visited the
hospital that May day in ’52.
After leaving the hospital we
decided to visit the old school. I
think it has changed the most.
The principal now is Leslie (L. S.
M. F. T.) Swanner. He is really
a mean one. Leslie had an am
bition to be a genius, but when
he failed, he took the job as
principal. He has a lovely secre
tary, who loves to wear French
bathing suits, or handkerchiefs,
none other than Nancy Austin.
Nancy also teaches French.
The new English teacher is
Barbara Crowell. Her husband
is now teaching chorus. Barbara
is really a fine teacher. I only
said a few words to her. When
she started correcting me, I left.
Larry (Red) Tucker is now teach
ing shop and is giving trumpet
lessons. He has done a lot for the
school. He now has a coke ma
chine in every room.
After leaving the school we
went down town to see a few
more of our friends. Patsy Pet
tit, Betty Lowder, and Ann
Swaringen have become secre
taries. Patsy must be some kin
to her boss, because she was on
his lap. I guess she’s his niece.
Betty Lowder is working for Bill
Lisk, who is now the owner of
Sayless Department store.
Katherine Kimery and Jean
Barringer are still playing bas
ketball. They have become so
famous that basketball shoes,
socks, T-shirts and other things
have been named for them.
We met. old Kenneth (Tub)
Russell in Rogers and Patterson’s
store buying his weekly suit. As
we remembered him in our class,
he was the boy with the braced
smile. Now he is on TV adver
tising Colgate Toothpaste. “The
toothpaste that gives you that
sexy tooth look.”
Betty Davis is now married and
is the leading secretary in the
Building a^d Loan. She has had
three children and is still happily
married.
When we were riding around,
we turned on the radio, and guess
who we heard. Tommie Poplin,
the morning player. Yes, Tom
mie has made a name for her
self in Hill-Billy music. She was
broadcasting from Tennessee.
David Morrow is now the head
of the American National Re
ligion association. While a sen
ior at Albemarle high school,
David was well-known for his
Baptist work. He also excelled
in road work. After graduating
from a Baptist seminary he was
transferred to a Methodist church
by mistake. The whole congre
gation will agree with me that it
was a mistake.
Carrie Mae Russell, who re
ceived her ring while a senior in
AHS, is now pleasantly married
and her husband heads a corp
oration making golf ball tees. He
gets teed off every night when
he comes in. We ate supper with
Betty the other day and her hus
band sure lets her know who is
boss. Incidentally, he is a won
derful cook.
Emily Milton, the Little Miss
Muffet of the senior class, had
while in school a secret desire
to be an artist. Emily has be
come one and has done some
wonderful and great paintings.
She started off doing paintings
of babies . . . then of grown
ups . . . then she started doing
landscapes. The government
hired her for her last job, which
was painting the capitol in
Washington. It took Emily two
years to do this painting, and
6,500,022 gallons of paint.
We extend our congratulations
to Jimmy Hunsucker for remain
ing alive through all these years.
He now drives a bread truck be
cause it’s a loafing job.
Bruce Lowder and Paula How
ard are now married. After liv
ing off of love for two years,
they were hired as skeleton keys
by the Yale Lock company. They
sure latched on to each other.
Bruce stays all geared up be
cause he’s the wheel of Huney
cutt Motors and when he goes
home, Paula has him in her
clutches. After three years as an
operatic star, Paula has given
up her voice range for the kitchen
range.
William Litaker, that shy,
bashful character we remem
ber from the ’52 senior class,
is now another Rudolph Valen
tino. Women are attracted to
him by the millions. He has a
magnetic personality. When in
high school William hadn’t de
cided what his life’s work would
be. Now he’s decided.
Jimmy Brown and Jimmy Aus
tin have gone into business to
gether. Brown once had an am
bition to be in the movies in
Hollywood. The closest he’s got
ten is being married and divorc
ed four times. And Austin, the
97 pound weakling, has grown
and grown and grown to be a
98 pound weakling. They are in
the hot-rod business together.
They’re making new wrecks out
of old wrecks. Their sideline is
undertaking: the business with
a body to it.
And Betty Lynn Crowell. To
her, 1965 is a wonderful year.
She has finally found Jack’s
ring. After Jack had been on a
fishing trip, she found it in a
shark. A card shark. Sounds
fishy.
Doug Knotts attended Duke
university and played varsity
football four years. He has for
saken an athletic career for the
theater, where he is now a stage
Last Will and Testament
We, the mighty Senior Class of
1952 of Albemarle High School,
after long deliberation and much
thinking, have drawn up the fol
lowing document, which we cer
tify as our last will and testa
ment.
SECTION I. We leave to the
underclassmen, especially the
juniors, a wonderful school which
we have attended for four happy
years. To them we leave the task
of keeping AHS with high stan
dards in scholarship, honesty,
and friendliness. Good luck, un
derclassmen!
SECTION II. To the mentors
who have taught us, we leave
our apologies for the hardships
we have put them through and
our compliments on the way they
always handled every situation.
We are, it is hoped, taking our
education with us; and we leave
thanks to all those who have
helped us receive it.
SECTION III. To Coaches Webb,
Jeffords, Lentz, and Knotts we
leave our congratulations for
their fine coaching, which
brought forth Albemarle’s first
undefeated football team in
many years.
Article 1. I, Don Almond, will
my much-enjoyed two years in
Mr. Fry’s mixed chorus to J. C.
Boone.
Article 2. I, Catherine Atkins,
will my Royal typewriter and my
typing desk in room 102 to Jean
nette “Slow-Pokie” Dennis.
Article 3. I, Jean Barringer,
will my selection as guard on
the all-state basketball team to
Vann Lowder, who may soon gain
the honor for herself.
Article 4. I, Audrey Burris,
will my quietness to David Aaron
Bruton.
Article 5. I, Keith Byrd, will
my friendliness, popularity, and
athletic ability to Jerry Tray-
wick.
Article 6. I, Kenneth Coley,
will my ability to drive a truck
to Jimmie Carol Burleson.
Article 7. I, Marie Corbett, will
my cooking and dress-making to
another Future Homemaker, Jo
anne Rummage.
Article 8. I, Jimmy Crisco, will
my job in a grocery store to Lar
ry “Bow-wow” Bowers.
Article 9. I, Ann Reeder Dan
iel, will my Ford convertible to
Frank Burrell in hopes that he
will take good care of it.
Article 10. I, Jo Ann Griffin,
will my high scholastic standing
and capable mind to Robert Sha
ver.
Article 11. I, John Clarence
Griffith, will my fine car and my
position of guard on the football
team to Raygene Smith and Tebo
McLendon, respectively.
Article 12. We three, Mrs. Ev-
erette Huneycutt, Mrs. Jimmy
Scarboro, and Mrs. Perry Lefea-
vers, leave our coveted engage
ment and wedding rings to Trudy
Weaver, Janelle Harrington, and
Merle Hinson.
Article 13. I, Veston Levi Har
wood, will my fund-handling job
of treasurer of the senior class
to Bernice Roscoe.
Article 14. I, Gene Edward
Huneycutt, will my two-striped
manager’s sweater to Charles
McManus.
Article 15. I, Virginia Rose
Helms, will my beautiful hair,
changing the color, to Ellen Pal
mer.
Article 1. I, Angeline Hopkins,
will my knowledge of history to
Martha Harris.
Article 17. I, Carolyn Jones,
will my seat in the school band
to my sister Eleanor.
Article 18. I, Flynt Milas Jo-
sey, Jr., will my algebra book,
which is as good as new, and my
trombone to Larry Hartsell.
Article 19. I, Doug Knotts,
will my number 35 football jer
sey to Bill Huckabee, provided
that' he allows me to keep my
selection as All-American.
Article 20. I, Jerry Laton, will
my job at a well-known service
station to Donald Perry.
Article 21. I, Joyce Lewis, will
coach.
Now, as Roger and I bid fare
well to Albemarle, we take one
last look at the town before re
turning to our Pacific Island.
That majestic little island rises
among the smog of San Fran
cisco—Alcatraz. But the mem
ories of our friends shall live in
our minds forever, for our high
school friends are lifelong friends.
my witty sayings and my al
ways-present sense of humor to
Bettie Gantt.
Article 22. I, William Mundy
Litaker, will my position of presi
dent of the student body to Glenn
Almond and my happy-go-lucky
personality to Marvin Clark.
Article 23. I, Helen Luther, will
my seats in the business classes
of Albemarle High School to Car
olyn Gaddy.
Article 24. I, Peggy Morris,
will my love of basketball to
Doris Hinson.
Article 25. I, Roger Morris,
will my girlish figure and small
appetite to Jimmy Griffin.
Article 26. I, Marion Hamilton
Morton, Jr., will a certain school
teacher’s daughter back to her
mother to' be taken care of on
my leave.
Article 27. I, Mickey Morton,
will my first soprano voice to
Sandra Davis.
Article 28. I, Joe Russell, will
my ambition to be a meat cut
ter to a brave junior with little
care for his fingers.
Article 29. I, Harold Smith,
will my presidency of the senior
class to James Gibson and my
tennis playing ability to my
nephew, Lindell Smith.
Article 30. I, Betty Sue Rogers,
will my membership in the Hon
or Society to Ellen Cook.
Article 31. I, Jane Russell,
leave my dependability and ex
treme height to Avanelle Os
borne.
Article 32. I, Leroy Thorpe,
will my philosophy of life and
my fun-loving spirit to Gene
Snuggs.
Article 33. I, Kenneth Whitley,
will my job as salesman in an
Albemarle store to Claud Grigg,
Jr.
Article 34. I, Patsy Williford,
will my neat and pleasant ap
pearance and my ability to make
friends to Carolyn Williams.
Article 35. I, John Delano
Youngblood, was planning to will
my diploma to Buddy Boone, but
have decided to hold on to it if
I ever receive it. I do, however,
will my joking and my ability to
drive big cars to “Doonie” Low
der.
JOE GASKIN, Testator.
J. L. CASHWELL, Witness.
Class of '52
By ALTON TALBERT
We, the Seniors of fifty-two
Would like to bid our friends
adeau.
And think of memories of the
past,
Many of which we know will last.
As we unite here all in one.
We know a big battle in life is
won.
We pay respect to our teachers
dear,
Who have helped so much to
bring us her^.
They’ve worked hard, we say with
praises loud,
Now the job’s over, we hope they
are proud.
We’ll keep a place for them in our
heart
Whether we’re together, or far
apart.
To the underclassmen we leave
behind
Our dear old school and you will
find
All of you have a battle to fight,
So work together with all your
might.
When battle’s over and victory’s
won,
I know you’ll think back and say,
it was fun.
When high school is over a new
life begins,
Let’s start that life off by making
new friends.
With friends you’re as rich as
with silver and gold.
A true friend will prove true
when you grow old.
But don’t forget the friends you’ve
made here
They will prove loyal year after
year.
Last comes the part Seniors hate
to do.
That’s say good-bye A. H. S. to
you.
Four years we’ve worked and our
, goal have won
And now our high school days are
done.
To you old school we owe our
best,
We love you, dear old A. H. S.