Bedford High School - Peaks Yearbook (Bedford, VA)

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Class Will | We, the class of Forty-Six, beng about to leave this sphere, in full possession of a sound mind, memory, and understanding, do make and publish this, our last will and testament, hereby revoking and making void all former wills by us at any time heretofore made. And first we do direct that our funeral services shall be conducted by our friends and well-wishers, the faculty, only enjoining that the funeral be carried on with all the dignity and pomp our situation in the high school scale has merited. As to such estate as it has pleased the fates and our own strong arms to give us, we do dispose of the same as follows: We give and bequeath to Bedford High School as a whole our loyal spirit that the ones who follow may feel the same patriotic pride that we have experienced. The following may seem but trival bequests but we hope that they may prove valuable assets to those who receive them. May they be a continual reminder of the generosity displayed in our free and full bestowal. To our sponsors, Miss Bibb and Mr. Thomas, our profound admiration and appre- ciatien for their help in guiding this Sen.or Class through its many problems. To presidents of future Senior Classes, Homer Lee Chryssikos’ ability to fill this office so efficiently. To Vincent Wheeler, Joanne Hash’s gift of gab. To the girls who need it, Sarah Carter’s beauty. So that the boys will not feel left out, we give you “Benny” Dooley’s good looks. Apply early and avoid the rush. Virginia Lee Richardson willingly gives up her place as biggest flirt in the Senior Class to Joanne Ayers of the Junior Class. To whomsoever is best fitted, we give Virginia Turpin’s ability as a secretary. So that the class to fill our place may get along as well as ours has, we give you Elizabeth Jamerson’s and Billy Sutherland’s eagerness to work hard. Barbara Dooley leaves her most cherished possession, a bottle of peroxide, to Gladys Dooley. Betty Anne McGhee leaves her ability as an organist to Elizabeth Lapsley. So that the class may have one dignified Senior, especially since Seniors are supposed to be dignified, we give Luck Wilkinson some of Thomas Arthur’s dignity. After much persuasion, Betty Burks at last agreed to bequeath her love of Big Island; that is, the reason for her love of Big Island, to a girl in the class of °47. Marie DeCicco and Bobby Lazenby bequeath their enjoyment of their senior year together to Dottie Lou Nichols and Ed McClintock. Lastly, Hoge Sutherland gives his notoriety as a poet of romantic verse to Ed Booth. And we do hereby constitute and appoint the principal, Mr. Borden, sole executor of this our last will and testament. In witness whereof, we the Class of Forty-Six, the testators, have to this our will set our hand and seal, this twenty-ninth day of May, Anno Domini one thousand nine hundred forty-six. Lema Terry WALKER, Testator. + 20 }

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Miss Wilkinson as to what she was throwing Joanne calmly replied, “Why, teacher, I was just throwing a piece of chalk.” We started our seventh year of school with a bang. On that first day while June Eaton was chasing Billy Sutherland, she collided with a big shelf of flowers. in Mrs. Steele’s room. Dirt, bits of plants, and June seemed to go in all directions for awhile. The rest of the day was spent in cleaning up the room. Remember how proud we felt to get our grade school diplomas? My, but didn’t we think we had reached the pinnacle of success as we sat on the stage in the auditorium for our closing exercises? That fateful day of September 8, 1942, when we made our spectacular appearance as freshmen in high school will long live in our memories. So coated with lipstick were our faces for the first few days that we neither recognized one another nor were recog- nized by the teachers. It was in our freshman year also that Marie DeCicco and Bobby Lazenby ‘“‘fell”’ for each other at first sight. If you will take a peep at the section on Romances in the Hall of Fame, you will observe that things haven’t changed much for these two. Our sophomore year was anticipated with great glee, for now we could get our revenge upon the poor freshmen by smearing them with lipstick. Bossing them and act- ing superior also came under our list of pleasures. This year also, our boys, greatly worn by a steady diet of studying, were revived by the resumption of sports after an absence of three years. We cannot pass by our Junior year without calling to mind the day when Mrs. Elliott was giving Hogie a lecture on studying. “Now, Hoge, if you don’t study more, I am going to see your father,” raved Mrs. Elliott. Then replied bright Hogie, “But, Mrs. Elliott, what would my mother say?” We always thought Maxine Citty was the kind to blush every time a boy looked at her, but many of us were surprised that Junior year when she suddenly came to school wearing a diamond. She really did blush after we got through teasing her about it. Our Senior year has been far from a tranquil year. At the first of the year Homer Chryssikos broke his leg and Hugh Overstreet received a fractured foot in a football game with the rough and ready team of Vinton. While speaking of sports, it is necessary to mention our cheer leaders. Many of us have never been able to understand what hap- pened to this group—namely Virginia Lee Richardson, Joanne Hash, Marie DeCicco, and Nancy Parks, when they stayed in Roanoke on a certain night until 1:00 with our football team of 25 boys. It has always been very mystifying, but, who knows, maybe some day an explanation will come to light. Each of us can truthfully say that he has thoroughly enjoyed his Senior year with the many parties, dances, and banquets. Of course, we could not overlook the Senior play, which gave everyone so much enjoyment. We seniors who went with the Glee Club to the district festival in Roanoke and helped take the highest ratings were never so proud as when we also went to the state festival in Richmond and saw ourselves again win top ratings. We can’t give too much credit to Liz Jamerson for directing us so effectively. So ends the history of the Class of ’46. We have shared many happy times as well as sad ones in B.H.S.—times which we will always remember and cherish as we think back on our school days. SARAH VIRGINIA CarTER, Class Historian. 419}

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Class Prophecy “The old order changeth,” said Tennyson, and never were truer words spoken. We have found it wise to discard old-fashioned practices and use newer ones, in order to keep abreast of the times. Years ago, if we had wanted to look into the future, we would have consulted a crystal gazer, drunk some magic potion to induce visions, or else crossed a gypsy’s palm with silver. In this streamlined age such practices are passé. Today we employ experts whose bus ness it is not only to keep us informed on present day affairs but also on future happenings. These experts make predictions based on a little spy work, some brain work and a great deal of guess work. For some time now I have been in com- munication with one of the country’s leading analysts who has been willing to share with me his secrets on making deductions about things to come. So if you will listen carefully, I shall give you my predictions concerning the future of the Senior Class of ’46. First of all, I predict that in four years Billy Sutherland, weary and disillusioned after being chased by June and the other g.rls of the Senior Class, will retire to the North Carolina mountains to live as a hermit. Also, that Bookie Bond, too lazy to pursue a military career, will become a typical gentleman farmer and sportsman who sips mint julips on the spacious veranda of his country home. In ten years Sarah Carter, a perfect mother and housewife, will be the President of the Big Island Garden Club. Thomas Arthur, tired of seeking knowledge in a higher institution, will choose a quiet country life down on the farm. I predict also that in five years Nancy Parks will be a “swanky” reporter in Paris, mingling with the cafe society and getting the “low-down” on the higher-ups. In the next fifteen years Lewis McGee’s name will appear in lights at the Metro- politan Opera House as the composer of the first great American opera, and Janet Gee’s and Trudie Evans’ names will at the same time be featured there as the prima donnas. As a result of Elyene Clifton’s “‘vaulting ambition” to get married, she will be settled down with a family of five in 1956. I predict that Homer Lee will be a sensational crooner who will make more bobby soxers swoon than Frankie ever did. “Superwoman” Margaret Walker will set a new record in sports by swimming the Atlantic Ocean in 1950. Maurice Kennedy, profiting by his high school experience as a wolf, will be the Don Juan of his day. In 1950, as you tune in on your favorite soap opera, you will hear Hugh Garrett giving the commercial for “Life Can Be Miserable” featuring Joanne Hash as comedienne. I predict that your daughters w.ll have Professors Leila Walker or Virginia Lee Richardson for one of their classes when they go to the most fashionable college of their day. Within the next ten years Winchell will have to retire because he won’t be able to compete with Maribel Sutherland’s gossip columns. {21}