Bedford High School - Peaks Yearbook (Bedford, VA)

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“GHOST OF THE REDSKIN” SENIOR CLASS PLAY bedi iit Hilly te zt Hay uHL thal iH Hi Hi hk i ise é tat ih pee Ze | i CAST OF CHARAGIERS Standing— (Right to Left): Mr. John Horton, a business man......... Ira Watson Tom Mason, a young doctor................. James May Sylvia Horton, their daughter......Geraldine Forbes Ruth Stanton, Jane Curtis’ cousin ...Mary Truxell Aunt Clara Stanton, Jane’s aunt .....Eleanor Hicks Robert Reynolds, a young song writer..Alex Listoe Jane Curtis, Robert’s Fiancee............ June Mackey Seated— (Left to Right) : Fred Lanning, Mason’s friend ............. Owen Keeler Dutch Morris, a likeable “tough”..... Lloyd Carter Chief Rain-in-the-Face .........-... Lewis Robertson Dinah Brown, Clara’s maid.............. Janie Holdren “Slats” Martin, a friend of Mason’s....Fred Turner Juball Jones, a handy man.............. Billy Anderson Mrs, eblorton secs eee ee Eileen Brent bhe@Deadelndtaniem messes Gorden Deacon LINOPSIS OFsP EAN Tom Mason, a young doctor, pursues his hobby of collecting Indian relics along with his medical research. When he and his friend, Fred Lanning, appear at night at a somewhat remote, unoccupied summer home (near an Indian Reservation) carrying the body of a dead Indian, things begin to happen. Shortly after entering the place, they hear a car stop; and they barely have time to conceal the body before Miss Stanton and her two nieces, Jane Curtis and Ruth Stanton, their car having given out of gas, enter the room. In the spur of the moment, Tom Mason decides to pose as owner of the house. Imagine Jane Curtis’s surprise when the door opens and in walks Robert Reynolds, whom she has jilted, for reasons of her own, accompanied by Mr. and Mrs. John Horton and their daughter, Sylvia. Robert startles them all by announcing that this is his house—a recent legacy from a deceased uncle. Jane refuses to remain longer, despite the raging storm without and the report that the Indians are on the warpath. From then on the action moves rapidly, complicated by ghosts, old Indian charms, and hold-ups. ‘Dinah Brown and Juball Jones, two Negroes, add humorous touches to the play.

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SAAS 77 CLASS PROPHECY {Continued } and was apparently progressing in the medical world. The head surgeon came into the hall and I recognized him as Tom Dooley, much more dignified than he was in high school. I learned through our conversation that Mildred Padgett and Florence Abbott were two of the most competent nurses that had been in that hospital. In that same city I attended an art exhibit and the portrait of a famous United States President attracted my attenion. Imagine how thrilled I was to learn that Esther Chappelle had painted it. At the exhibit I saw a man whose face was familiar and after a close scrutiny, I recognized Jennings Stiff. I learned that he had become a world famous art critic. Apparently out of thin air, a photographer, notebook in hand, came out, snapping pictures of the exhibit and writing a newspaper story. Of all people, I recognized Garland Kidd. As had been my request, my last visit was to the town of Bedford. On my way there, I passed a beautiful farm and there in the field was Archer Noell, a typical farmer, plowing. As I neared Bedford, I saw a new home being erected. Whose could it be? I learned later that Kathleen Powers and Edward Karnes had just married and were building a little love nest. As I drove up Bridge Street, I did not recognize it as the same old Bridge Street. On one side of the street there was a huge beauty salon. The proprietory was Madame Louise Lockard. After I entered, I heard a loud noise, but it turned out to be Virginia Key entering the salon. Mary Truxell was there getting a wave. She said she wanted to look pretty for her fifth wedding anniversary the next day. Little Tom was with her and he was so attractive! My attention was drawn to a salesman for a hair dye com- pany, whose red hair was his only advertisement. The one and only person who could fill such a place, of course, was Lloyd Carter. Across the street, Goode’s Shoe Shop wasn’t just Goode’s any more, but the Goode- Watson Shop. Ira Watson was the manager and Margaret Thomas a most efficient secretary. While I was chatting with them, Geraldine Gillaspie came in. She said, “Oh Watty, I wish you would fix these shoes of Allan’s. He runs them over so badly in the drug store.” I was eager to see what dear Ole Bedford Hi would look like after so many years, so my next visit was to the building. Geraldine Forbes was teaching Home Ec. in Miss Angel’s place. She was also applying the science, for she and Jack Coleman were mar- ried an d living a few miles out of town. An interior decorating course had been in- stalled in the Home Ec. department and Beth Dooley was the very competent teacher. And there was Billy Parker, the high pressure salesman, trying to argue Geraldine into buying some new furniture for the department. Outside the building, Eileen Brent was teaching the kiddies of Bedford the tech- nique of sitting on a horse. Up in the Chemistry laboratory the professor, with di- sheveled hair and rumpled clothes, worked on a new experiment. Naturally it was Bill Anderson. Pictures were being taken for the new annual and Lewis Robertson was manipulating the machine. My dream suddenly, without warning, came to an end. I awoke from my trance and wondered what had become of my strange magician friend, but after it did not matter, I was so happy to know that the future of my graduating class was so bright. LOUISE PARKS, Class Prophet.

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HISTORY OF CLASS OF 1937 While searching all record of the school for information I found that Miss Nell had kept a scrap book of the work done by the first grade in 1926. Fortunately for your Historian it contained a list of the forty members of the Class, only six of whom are graduating this year, June Mackey, Ira Watson, Jennings Stiff, Gordon Deacon, Edward Karnes and Billie Anderson. This scrap book reminds me of my own diary. Excerpts from which I shall read to you this evening. SEPTEMBER: 13,1927. Oh, such a trying day. This marks the beginning of my school career in Bedford. How stupid I felt when Miss Jane McCauley began to question me about my previous school work at Moneta. I was glad to find that I was not the only one to be initiated as Owen Keeler, Jack Carter,and Lewis Robertson were newcomers also. SER LEMBERS9 9 1928: Vacation is cver and the third grade finds the same group assembled except for one new member, who held us in breathless admiration, not only because of his good looks but also because of his vivid description of the west told in native accent. I was thrilled to death when Miss Bessie seated him across from me, so the first thing I did was to peep on his paper where I discovered that his name was Alexander Eugene Johnson Listoe, Jr: JUNE 2, 1929. My rose costume hanging on my closet door makes me realize that our play and the fun of getting out of school early to practice is over. We did look pretty even if I do say so, dressed as daisies, roses and sun flowers, with June Mackey as our fairy queen. This is our last opportunity of presenting a play at the close of school, as only the first, second and third grades have this honor. Oh well! next year we will grow up and stay all day at school. OG TOBEREZ 11929: I was certainly glad to see this day come to a close. Staying all day isn’t so much fun as it seems. Miss Ada Hatcher realizes that we don’t like to sit still but do like to giggle. Even shy little Florence Abbott, who joined our class this year, finds our giggling contagious. JANUARY 21, 1930. Miss Lois got stuck in the mud this morning and was late at school. When she entered the door erasers were flying so thick and fast she had to dodge them. She soon put a stop to this by threatening us with a written lesson. Evidently Bill Anderson hadn’t quieted down as he came in from recess proudly displaying a black eye. You should hear what he did to the other fellow. MARGE SS) 1931; Our new friend of the sixth grade, Mary Truxell, informed us that our teacher, Miss Mae Padgett is flashing a diamond ring today. Wonder who the lucky man is? My! Mary must have a nose for news. I hope that she finds out by tomorrw what his name is. APRIDAI2Z 1932; We had a grand time picnicing on Reservoir Hill today. We've had spring fever for days so all Miss Wilkinson had to do was to consent to our going. Poor Ira Watson (better known as ‘“Watty”) spent most of his time sitting on the ground as he tore his trousers climbing through the fence. My Diary will be neglected tonight because of too much food and fun.