Altavista High School - Nuntius Yearbook (Altavista, VA)

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Roselle Pickrell is a prosperous lawyer and gives as much of his time as he can spare pleading his case in the “court of hearts,” presided over by one of the girls [ heard singing in a Texas choir; no, not Hazel Finch, the other one. Baxter Rountrey is the leading architect of what once was “our little town,’ which is now quite a bit of a city. Elizabeth Evans is happily married and comfortably domiciled in a beautiful little bungalow. Stafford Wilburn gives Charleston lessons in his studio and is one reason “why girls leave home.” Ruth Meacham, I hear, has succeeded in vamping all the boys in her home town. She went to Ohio and captured a sheik and they have both become very demure and home-loving folks. I forgot to mention that we went to a championship basket-ball contest while in Wash- ington, and among the players on these famous teams were our own Marie Burnette and Hattie Wit, while on the men’s quintet were Worthington Palmer, Wilbur Mattox, and Hancock Frazier. And so my prophecy ends with the wish and hope that each member of the Class of ’27, in his own way, may be as successful as has been imagined by THe Propuet (Thelma Crawford).

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ma EVER can I forget the day, just ten years ago, when I graduated from “ole” Alta- vista High School in the Class of ’27.. How different things are since then. Where are all of my former classmates? I have no idea of their whereabouts except that of Bertha Frazier, who is now in a foreign country teaching the black heathen to be Christians. [I wonder if I shall see her again. Some days ago I started to travel and arriving in Austin, Texas, I went to hear a great preacher; yes, a second “Billy Sunday,” who, without a doubt was Guy Burnette. The choir had some wonderful singers, among whom I recognized Mary Hogan and Hazel Finch. I left Texas to go to Colorado and on the train someone grabbed my hand. Who could it be but Herbert Frazier, a salesman for an automobile factory in Iowa. In Denver I met an old acquaintance, Alice Burnette, who is established in a fashionable beauty parlor and has made a reputation for her “permanent waves.” [ had a glorious time in Colorado, resting at the magnificent farm of Olen Jones, and his little wife, and I heard again the old jokes he told in ’27. Stopping in San Francisco I heard a lecture to college students which I greatly enjoyed and more so when I discovered it was our former classmate, William Morris. From San Francisco I sailed through the Panama Canal to New York, where I ran into Richard Smith and Fred Yeatts. They own a large store and have been very successful. While here | met Emory Cundiff, who is an interior decorator, and whose prosperity seems well assured. Leaving New York in a friend’s automobile we stopped at a pretty little farmhouse to get directions andthe little lady who came to the door was none other than our “Class Beauty,” formerly known as Evelyn Pickrel and now the happy-looking wife of a “Farmer.” In the late afternoon I saw two very familiar faces; guess who they were? By an old mill stream sat Josephine Cundiff, sketching the “setting sun,” while lounging near at hand was Beverly Arthur, whistling a merry tune; but why he was there he wouldn’t tell. In Washington I heard Hampton Powell, who is now a great orator, giving an oration on “Prohibition” to many interested listeners in the city auditorium. Returning to Altavista |] met Frank Harmon, who is now quite a successful doctor, and to my surprise I found Adell Worley and Kyle Yeatts teaching in our school. Sarah Rowbotham also has taught here four years but is now married and living in Roanoke. Ze

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4a E, the Senior Class of Altavista High School, in the year of our Lord one thousand nine hundred twenty-seven, ere we start on our voyage upon the billowy seas of life, filled with hardships and troubles, are reminded that we are leaving behind a great family, our teachers who have acted as mothers and fathers, teaching us with untiring efforts, and our schoolmates too, with whom we have been so long associated and whom we have loved as brothers and sisters. To them we look with sadness as we part. As material evidence of our love and affection for them, we make known this, our Last WILL and TESTAMENT. As an expression of our esteem for those who have worked so hard to put us through school and to the Faculty we will severally as follows: To the School Board and to Mr. J. J. Fray, the Division Superintendent, we will our hearty thanks for all they have done in our behalf, and wish a greater success for the future. To Mr. Childs, our beloved principal, who is enshrined in the hearts of us all, we will our most valuable possessions which are four straight lines of High School pupils with smiles on their faces and a noiseless tread; the most up-to-date megaphone with which to call “straighten that line” in case of necessity, and last but not least, “the most up-to-date bungalow for two.” To Mrs. Arthur Rowbotham, who to our minds is the best English teacher in the world, and who has taken much irterest in the progress of the Seniors, we will a safety vault in the First National Bank in which she may x‘ keep all parallel books and scrap books safe from curious eyes. To Miss Helen Phillips, our Math teacher, who has-neyer failed to-solvethe-problems—that we Could-net-we will a compass” made large enough to-draw.circles on the blackboard, and an assortment of solid geometrical} figufés. To Miss Juliet Fauntleroy, our History teacher, who has forgotten moré history than | we will ever learn, we will a variety of antique furniture and a collection of arrowheads. r Fs me . ; ° ,, =n . 6 To Mrs. C. F. Arthur, our Science and Spanish teacher, we will a pair of handcuffs, a detective badge and the right to arrest all boys that she catches misbehaving. w Aik 24 ! Aa . en Sf, GOAN 4 y L w | t j 4 V A MY : | j ; WY ALL Vy J © | IW Tw Y k 4 I neil se my J f : ee A ‘17 ') he 9 ee y Ly j J