Class Motto: "Yesterday's problem, today's effort, tomorrow's success."
(Carole Althaus and Frank Blechman, Motto Committee Co-Heads)

Class Colors: Aqua and White

Class Flower: Peony

Class Sponsor: Mrs. Nancy Keesee Tucker

   First, as we were so carefully arranged by Miss Crane according to our height, I marched in and sat between Ronnie
"Peanut" Phillips and Mickey Spivey, two of the funniest guys I ever met.  I think they had known each other from before birth. 
I first met them when we were all together at Walter Reed for seventh grade.  Bless their hearts, they kept up a delightful,
naughty, irreverent, hysterical, whispered dialogue all through graduation exercises, while I tried desperately to somehow
keep from laughing during the solemn proceedings.  It is one of my very favorite high school memories.  If I never thanked
you before, gentlemen, I'll do so now!

   Of course, there was that other major distraction....... 

   Our graduation took place on a dreadfully sticky night.  Someone decided the girls would all be more comfortable if we
removed our dresses before donning our gowns.  Sounds good and reasonable, doesn't it?  It would have been, had the
gowns only been fastened together in front lower than three inches or so above the knee.......

   Last fall we had a great running conversation about pantyhose.  Well, these were the days before the invention of pantyhose. 
We were all wearing stockings and garter belts.  I personally was wearing a boned waist cinch which I always wore except
while bathing and sleeping, which meant (in the manner of Chinese foot binding) that my waist had never grown beyond 21". 
Ah, the good old days!  And of course, we were all wearing full white slips.

   But as the girls began to walk across the stage, one thing quickly became painfully obvious (or delightfully obvious, I
suppose, depending on your point of view!) and that was, "the view" itself.  With each step, the girls' gowns opened,
revealing a goodly shot of slip, leg, hose, garters - whatever!

   I was mortified!  My turn was coming soon - what was I to do?!?  A pin!  That's it - a pin could solve the problem!  But
of course, there was no pin to be had.  I had to think of something else.  Short steps - that would do it - short, slow steps! 
I was saved!  And so as I walked across the stage - ever so slowly - I revealed nothing.  But the entire complement onstage
thought I was in imminent danger of passing out!  As I passed each one in succession, they said behind frozen smiles,
"Are you okay?!?"  and I kept my own frozen smile, imperceptibly nodded my head, and made it off that stage to safety!

   I may have looked like a dweeb, but I was a COVERED dweeb!  WILD GIGGLES!!!

- Carol Buckley Harty ('65) of NC - 03/25/05

Words by Jim Brinkley; Music by Kenny Carter