Hamlin High School - Pied Piper Yearbook (Hamlin, WV)

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Maybe it isn’t polite to eavesdrop but let’s look inside this cottage. In the living room we see Ray Lovejoy happily taking apart and putting together a Chevrolet car, no it's a Buick, no— oh! well it must be some kind of a car. But, then enters Mrs. JLovejoy, and we see ourselves retreating down the hall, we hear faintly—now dear, now Betty, 1 can explain. Do you like New York? Right down there in Carnegie Hall, Dovetta Pauley sings, and every night you may see stretchers being carried out bearing swooning young men. The vast studio building in front of us is the paradise of colors where interior decorators do most of their brilliant work. But who’s the boss, why it’s none other than our good friend, Janice McComas. While she is busy dreaming color schemes let’s peep into her memo book. Ah ha, dinner and dancing at the Stork Club with a Mr. Charles Oxley. Hmmm--very interest- ing. Loannnn! No! that wasn’t the Lone Ranger, it was Doris Jean Chaney in her '69 Buick. Doris designs those buttons and bows and frills that go to make-up the wardrobes of our rich ladies. Why Doris' new car even has pleated fenders and a bussel-effect compartment. At least one Senior of 49 was honest. Lester Hauldren is head-bookkeeper in the Bank across the street. Lester didn’t study all that bookkeeping for nothing. (Smile Mrs. Miller smile.) Isn’t this a dignified looking office all done in gold letters. No-let's not read the name, but go inside where we see an attractive dark-haired young woman sitting behind a polished desk. She touches a button on the desk and immediately there appears a tall, handsome young man bearing a notebook. This young man seats himself as near the lady as possible and begins to take notes, strangely enough he seems more intent on determining the color of the lady's eyes than on taking notes. Yes, you've guessed right, it's none other than Miss Helen Barrett and her personal secretary. Lights! Action! Camera! Patricia Steed just crashed Hollywood in her new picture, “Let's All Smile.’ But, Lawrence is waiting patiently outside the studio. Good luck, Patty. We’re right over Madison Square Garden, and what a commotion! The fellow everyone is calling “Champ ' looks familiar. (The Champ sizes up his opponent, dances around the ring, dodges the thrown blows, and then-he lands a blow which rocks the platform, then walks grace- fully to his corner while the referee counts-8-9-10.) Thewinnah! Millard Filmore Dailey! Millard is taken away by his blond manager, Donald Sowards. Donald knows more about boxing than most people know about combing their hair. His days off he roller skates. As we near a cottage by the sea, we catch a glimpse of a little boy being chased by Mrs. Ruth Plumley Looney. We can hear faintly, “Joe Looney Jr. you cannot go fishing.’’ Curves, Curves. We're advertising for Betty Yeager, who says that a perfectly balanced diet is the key to a perfect figure. Betty as you know, devotes her time to the study of Dietics. Mabel Sowards Reyburn is happily married, has an adorable little carrot-haired boy. If you visit Mrs. Reyburn the subject, object, and prepositional phrase will consist of George Jr. Our dear Esther Salmons, due to the Drivers' Education Class, has fallen in love with cars. She owns a huge automobile factory out West. The president of her factory is Mr. Leslie Ashworth. Shhh! We have intercepted a program over our plane radio. The lovely perfected voice of Erma Lee Craft drifts caressingly over the air. Erma is a distinguished opera singer. Mildred Thompson is the owner of a three-ring-circus. You'll like her circus, the characters look so much like some of our dear classmates. “1 11 raise! Who said that? Why, none other than “Chick Barrett, who is now one of the most famous card shark's in “The Last Chance Saloon, some place outside the great Western Plains. He got plenty of practice playing at the old “Bobcat back home. Our gas tank is running low so we'd better hop back to the Twentieth Century. None of Ruby's or Mary Lee's Angels seem to have wound up in those little rooms with iron windows, so we can all heave a sigh of relief and not believe those former prophecies the High School faculty passed on us in that year of 48 and 49. We had tortured them till they probably didn't realize just what they were saying. They sure were a swell faculty and we will forgive them for those things they said and hope with all our hearts they have forgiven us for all those naughty things we did in four hard lived years. 26

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Say there's a big three ring circus here. The signs look as if there is a main attraction on the flying trapeze. Ah. the two main actors are our two old friends. Maxine Pridemore and David Burns. They've sure come a long way from all those A's in school. Way over here on Slaw Street and Lettuce Avenue we see a large cafeteria. This place has co-owners. None other than Pat Plumley Atkins and her hubby. Bill. They don't even have to run to the bank for change like a lot of business places. They have their own private mint in their basement. Not bad if you can get by with it. Up we go again for Washington this time. Mmmmm! There goes two distinguished looking Senators up the front steps of the White House. Boy! Am 1 surprised. I expected to see anyone here but these two. Raymond Stewart and Junior Bias. How did you put that deal over boys ? Now we'll cross the street to see the great lovely dresses in the store window. The tags read. '‘They are designed by the famous Jean Carper. Those frocks are so lovely, let's go in and have a closer look at them. Here comes the Manager now. Say, he looks vaguely familiar. Now 1 know who he is, Lawrence Barrett. 1 can understand how you grew that handsome mus- tache, Lawrence, but where. Oh, where, did you acquire that French accent? As we start journey back to good old U. S. A. I see a small tramp steamer. The captain of this little ship looks like someone 1 used to know. Let’s go down a little closer and get a look-see. No wonder he looked familiar, I would recognize that pipe anywhere. Troy Huffman still smokes that huge machine he calls a pipe. With a contraption like that, the ship doesn't need a steam boiler. Bill Curry has at last let his hobby (cars and girls) get the better of his character. He has invented a car that will carry at least fifteen girls and makes at least one hundred twenty miles per minute. Here's one for your diary, we see our old classmate, Vonnie Adkins Jones zooming down Joy Along Avenue in her T-Model Ford at a high rate of speed, with the twins Johnie and Vonnie bobbing joyfully up and down in the back seat. We find Velva Slone in her study deep in thought, she has a problem. The people of France have decided that she knows more about the French language than they themselves, and have offered her a position teaching their native language. But, then there's the President's chair patiently waiting. How is your Spanish? We are now South of the Border, and just below we see twin ranches; they are called the Circle M and the Circle H. It seems that Rancheroes get together just at sundown around a campfire and strum their guitars. Look! Just outside the campfire sit a tall, handsome senor, and a senorita not so tall, and--yes, we actually saw the senor holding the senorita's hand. Bill Hager and Cleta Moore haven't changed a bit. Flash! Headlines ‘Major General Ruth Dailey and her fifteen man army entertained the whole Russian Army last night and this is the report of the gala session: four hundred soldiers have fractured skulls, seven thousand want a new set of teeth for Christmas, three thousand soldiers were given dishonorable discharges for retreating in the face of an enemy and two hundred soldiers have not regained their consciousness! (Well it's about time Russia became a Peace Loving Nation.) We're in a state called Maine now, probably so named because the main part of Hamlin High School has settled there. Just around the corner Guynith Peggy Stewart owns a nice little beauty shop. Almost all the boys in this vicinity have wavy hair. Isn't that a nice college just ahead! Our classmate Mary Stowers proves the fact that the Senior Class of '49 certainly contained brains. Miss Stowers is the honorable principal. Why not look around before we leave this brain building? Coach Ellen Reynolds is prac- ticing her famed Maine Bobcats, in the gymnasium. (Bobcats--sounds familiar.) Inci- dentally, this team is world-wide known. They have only been beaten by one team, The Hamlin Bobcats. 1 knew that word sounded familiar. Just outside of this city there nestled among flowers and shrubbery, set a group of lovely homes. Let’s ring the bell of this brick one. Well, what next! This bell chimes, I love little Willie, and here to greet us are twins named Willis and Phyllis. This is beyond a doubt the home of Mrs. Mary Petrie Williams. Just down the street Clara June Barrett owns a pet shop--and Oh! dear she specializes in Birds. We didn't say what kind, did we? The Hamlin Hep Cats just scored a touchdown! Hurrah! Hurrah! We won! Who's that yelling her tonsils out? Why, Coach Lois McComas, of course. Incidentally she has developed one of the greatest girls' football clubs in football history. Her team could lick any of youp puny boys' teams, too, I betcha. 25

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