Pulaski High School - Oriole Yearbook (Pulaski, VA)

 - Class of 1939

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PAGE EIGHTEEN + SEASON OF 1938 1939 THE ORIOLE 7Jte BJsioJze M elue —By KATHLEEN OWENS ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ :A COMEDY DISH FOR JUST ABOUT EVERYBODY - - - ' " Danube so blue. I’m longing for you.” HE strains of the qp y beautiful waltz by ( I ] Strauss drifted A 1 , through the air as [f Tom Baker reached the scene of merri- ment. He stopped in the door to watch the danc- ers whose happy laughter filled the g a y 1 y decorated room. Several people glanced at the handsome, young man of the gay ’90’s. He was con- tent, watching and wondering if he had been recognized, un- til he saw the lovely Oriental Princess. She was standing be- neath a low canopy in a far corner of the room, her dark hair caught back by a colorful band of flowers. For a moment Tom merely stared. He was sure he had never seen her before, but she looked like a real princess, as from a fairy story. June Croy, the hostess, recognized the col- onial gentleman and, noticing the center of his attention, she came toward him, smiling. " Hello Tom,” she greeted gayly, " why don’t you join the party? The music is grand.” Tom didn’t even notice that she bad recognized him. " Hello,” he murmured ab- sently, and continued to stare. " Oh. June,” (with more enthusiasm as he suddenly re- cognized the Spanish maiden.) " Couldn’t you introduce me to her?’ He nodded toward the girl who was now walking slowly toward them. " I don’t know her,” June whispered mystified. ‘No one seems to know who she is. But see, she is smiling and nodded. I believe you have made a good impression.” Taking matters into his own bands. Tom started to- ward her, but he stopped sud- denly, at a loss as to what to say. Then be walked on to where she was standing, and stopping, introduced himself. The girl nodded and smilingh moved toward the center of the room. Tom followed, knowing that she expected him to. " That is a good orchestra, would you like to dance?” he asked timidly. “Why, yes, if you wish to trust my style of dancing,” she readily consented in a low, husky voice. Tom was almost surprised to hear her speak English al- though he knew that she was only in masquerade. To the soft strains of a popular dance tune, they joined the other young people on the floor. Tom grew impatient at his own bashfulness. " Won’t you tell me your name?” he asked hopefully. " Did I ask you to tell yours?” she inquired in the same !«ow even tone. " You told me you were a gentleman from old Boston.” Tom was silenced by her unexpected reply and searched his brain for something to say. June, passing saved the mo- ment. The music had stopped and she came up to them. " Didn’t we pick a good night for our party? Just look ★ at the moon.” She pointed through the door. Tom nodded and gave her a grateful look. Taking his part- ner’s arm he started toward the door. " Come on,” he said, " and I’ll show you — ” " The Big Dipper and the twingling litt’e stars?” she in- terrupted him in an innocent voice. Tom stopped astounded. What was a fellow to say to a girl like this? They walked on to the porch and were greeted by the most beautiful moon whose silvery beams il- luminated the gardens and porch. The girl moved farth- er away from him and glanced up smiling sweetly. Tom needed no further encourage- ment. His spirits soared high. " You know, I think I’m the luckiest fellow at the party. I have a charming princess all to myself. Please, won’t you tell me your name?” He tried once more to learn her identity. Completely ignoring his last question she came to stand by him taking his arm. " I’m glad you like it. But look, see bow those clouds unmask! Now I’ll find out who you are.” Eagerly he pushed her toward the lighted door. She paused for the merest sec- ond, and then began to remove her mask. The Oriental girl turned toward the light. Tom gasped as he stared up at " her”. The features of Jack Brown, one of his classmates, were re- vealed. He would never forgive him. " My beautiful Oriental Prin- cess, a boy!” His face f’aming red he rushed from the crowd- ed room, remembering all the things he bad said to the " prin- cess.” chase each other across the moon? They act a though they know how happy we have been tonight. I’m almost sorry it’s nearly over.” She sighed con- tentedly as she spoke. " Yes, it has been a swell party, but you are right. It must be nearing twelve.” As he started to take her hand, the far off chimes of the town clock reaicbed them. It was midnight. " It’s midnight and time to POETS The poets to whom I make my criticism Don’t seem to have their right wits with ’em. For they swap common sense for rhyme and rythm. So the Lord knows We ought to forgive ’em. They’ll title it “ Flowers ” and write about bees. Or write about frogs when the title is ’‘Trees” They’ll worry all day about one little word. They insert the silliest thing you ever heard. They’ll write for a week, then throw it away W hile common -sense poets Write a couple a day. They’ll write about streams that run between ridges, When every one knows they run just under bridges. They write about mountains that tower to heaven. Then to rhyme the next line, they’ll end it in seven. Now I may be hung, or my neck may be rung. But let me explain before you’ve begun That this little poem is only in fun. Wbitesell — ’40

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I THE ORIOLE SEASON + OF 1938 + 1939 J f PAGE SEVENTEEN BOYS’ HI-Y CLUB HEADED BY RICHARD T. DAUGHTREY GIRLS’ HI-Y ENJOYS MOST SUCCESSFUL YEAR Un ' der the fine leadership of their sponsor, Mr. Richard T. Daughtrey, the B o y s’ Hi-Y have had a very active and suc- cessful year. Mr. Daughtrey, a new member of the faculty, has been an excellent example and influence with the boys who feel in him a fine friend and counselor. At the first of the school year, they entertained the Girls’ Hi-Y with a “possum hunt.” Parking their cars at Henry Al- bert’s home in the country, they set out gaily with a deter- mination to bring back a ’pos- sum. However, they were not ( successful in catching the ’pos- sum, but they did not feel the trip was a failure, because of the fun and recreation that were enjoyed. On November 6, the club sponsored a dance honoring the visitors and delegates who attended the state conference of the girls’ Hi-Y. The affair proved one of the most enjoy- able events of the fall. Dancing was enjoyed until, a late hour. Music for the occasion being furnished by the Southwest Virginians. The Boys’ Hi-Y also orga- I nized a boys’ chorus and en- thusiastically entered into mak- ing it a success. Miss McDon- ald, who directed the chorus, left with the boys, training that will not be soon forgot- ten. Miss Katherine Michael accompanist, lent much to the effectiveness o f the singing through her brilbant playing and pleasing personality. In the early fall Dr. Kelso, county health officer, gave the boys a most instructive and in- formative talk on hea’th. The members of the club feel very fortunate in having as their president, Henry Al- bert, who proved his ability in leadership throughout the year. He holds other responsible oositions such as president of Senior class, and circulation editor of the Oriole. He is a member of the Debating Club and Beta club, having taken active parts in both clubs. The other officers are: Vice- president. Arnold Lester; sec- retary and treasurer, Bill Dent. Members: Kemper Baker, Ned Bane. Edward Carney, Garland Carper, Cosne Dal- ton, Melvin Hall, C. J. Hais- lip, Dan Hinson. Kermit Jack- son. Wilbur Kirby, Sonny Miller, Donald Morehead, Bil- ly Mumpower, Nick Oglesby Henry PatterSon, Garnett Phibbs, Preston Price, Elmer Robinson, John Tate, Ralph Tester, On November 4, 5, and 6 of this year the Girls’ Hi-Y had the honor of entertaining the State Girls’ Hi-Y confer- ence. It will be a dear memory to all of the girls. With this as a start, the club had a truly good year. A grocery shower was given by the girls for the day nurs- ery at the General Chemical plant. It was given as an en- tertainment at the home of Re- becca Hiltzheimer. At this social the new clubs organized by the Pulaski club, were entertained and shown how the Hi-Y clubs organize and carry out their plans. This year the Girls’ Hi-Y Club chose as its new sponsor. Miss Katherin e Michael. Though the work o f sponso was new to Miss Michael, she proved a valuable asset to the club. We were honored by having the State President in our club. Jeanne Hall proved a good leader and contributed much in making the conference a fine one. The officers of the Girls’ Hi-Y Club for this year were; President, Betty Jordan, vice president, Ruth Dickerson; sec- retary, Agnes Cornelius; treas- urer, Mary Stambaugh. The subordinate officers worked faithfully and diligently with the president the entire year. Members: Elizabeth Adair, Elizabeth Bowman. Elizabeth Brown. Katherine Brugh, Mar- garet Bunts, Mary Louise Cas- sel, Kalima Dalton, Edith Dickerson, Peggy Dobson, El- aine Eggert, Dotty Gilmer. Isa- bel Gilmer. Jeanne Hall, Kath- erine Harman, Rebecca Hiltz- heimer, Mildred Keister. Mary Knapp. Sarah Lugar, Virginia Painter, Joanne Richardson, Ida Wallace, Nancy Worley. The new members for the year 1939-1940 were elected at a called meeting on May 4. Eleven girls were found eligi- ble and were accepted. The new members are: Frances Plunkett, Mary Ann Ratcliffe, Margaret Rachel Owens, Lau- ra Clark. Betty BilJig, Letty Waugh, Billy Kirchner, Peggy Laughon, Helen Jordan, Lois Rosenbaum and Patsy Miller. The last meeting for the year was held at the home of E’izabeth Adair with Miss Adair and Miss Sarah Lugar as hostesses. At this meeting the new members were installed by the impressive candlelight service.

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THE ORIOLE SEASON + OF 1938 1939 Jf PAGE NINETEEN I ' ► t (I I | IT’S THE AHIMAL IM ME . . —by SARAH LUGAR — A THRILLING MURDER MYSTERY- “Th-th-tbere’s a burglar in the house,” stammered Nell. “In the room upstairs!” she shrieked to Henry, her older brother. Henry and Nell Henderson were staying at the home of their uncle in the country for the week-end while he ha’d gone to San Diego on business, and they were alone in the house when Nell made the startling exclamation. “Did I hear you say burg- lar?” asked Henry. “Why, Nell Henderson, you can’t scare me. What do you think this is, ‘The Haunted House’?” ‘And the tempest roared, the lighten- ing flashed, and the sound of a woman’s shrill cry was heard along the shore,” quoted Hen- ry from a mystery novel he had just read. “Aw, go on Henry, cut the comedy. This is no time for MY ORIOLE This book of mine will always be. The nearest thing to you and me; In years to come, when school is gone. And I am old, and things seem wrong. Til open this book, and turn the page; That’ll comfort me in my old age. I’ll see myself when I was your bright remarks. If that’s your epitaph. I’ll see that it is inscribed, but right now, will you please be serious. There’s something moving around in the room overhead. I heard it tipping across the floor. Grab your flashlight and follow ft me. “Yes, ‘Madame Queen,’ he chirped. As you wish.” Just then the two stopped still in their tracks at the sound of scuffling on the Boor above. “O-oh-Henry, I’m afraid to go up there. It-it s-sounds like there may be m-m-more than one. Maybe we’d better call for help.” ‘Oh, Nell, just climb down off your high horse,’ command- ed Henry. “Nothing’s going to hurt you. Go on up the step and I’M follow behind you. Ladies first, you know.” She stepped on the first step of the stairs, and as she did so, it creaked loudly, sending her into what almost seemed like pered, handing him the flash- light and pushing him for- ward. “Oh, allright,” he said and boldly started toward the door. Bang ! ! ! Yeow ! ! ! “Eeh,” shrieked Nell . “Wha’s that? Sounded like somebody’s shot. We’d better run.” Henry listened intently for a brief moment. Then feeling very brave, he said. “Come on. Follow me and we’ll go in and investigate, or my name isn’t Henry Henderson.” So saying, he grasped Nell’s hand tightly and started for the door again. “S-s-s-h! Not a word. When I open the door you push the button and turn on the lights and we’ll catch them single- handed.” young. And recall things that I have done. I’ll see the boys and girls I knew And tell some stories of what we’d do; Then I’ll close this book of gold And pack it with my tokens old. Louis Painter ’41 a convulsion to Henry. “Proceed — ‘Sister Connie’ — it’s only the step and it won’t bite.” She started up on the steps, and with a great deal of ner- vous effort she reached the head of the stairs. “It’s — it’s in this room,” said Nel “I see a light under the door.” “That’s no light shining un- der the door ‘Ellegance’, that’s your own flashlight that you’re holding in your hand,” scoffed Henry. “You go in first,” she wbis- He turned the knob noise- lessly and then Crash! Bang! “Oops.” said Henry, “What was that?” and fell, but pro- ceed ‘Prince Charming’ you aren’t afraid,” she scoffed. Reaching around the side of the door, she snitched on the lights. And there in the middle of the floor was. murder in cold blood — the cat was having a feast at the expense of a poor little mouse. A S ieam 9 At 7 Jie ft! ACfUt — by Sarah Hudson The night was black with that peculiar sort of darkness which seems almost tangib ' e. Black clouds, sullen and threatening, scuttled across the sky. Lightning slashed the somber heavens, casting an eerie g’ow over the landscape. The air was sultry and calm — the very universe appeared to be holding its breath. As I brought my old dilapidated car to a standstill before the palati- al mansion of my intimate friend, Dr. Wayne, the trees looming out of the darkness like ghostly sentinels of the night, began to sway and moan. I stepped from the car, and as if that were a signal, rain began pouring down in sheets, drenching me to the skin. Gaining the shelter of the portico, I looked back, and in a momentary blue - white flash of lightning, I saw that a huge oak had been struck down, completely blocking the one road to the village be’ow. I entered the drawing room. Hickory wood burned in an en- ormous fireplace with a weird blue flame. The only other in- habitant of this singular room was a huge sab’e cat, who arched his back and unsheath- ed his sharp claws when I ap- proached. Suddenly a piercing scream slashed the silence, echo- ing through the dim corridors. I felt a chill touch my spine. My feet seemed rooted to the f’oor. Again came that ghast- ly scream. Was my friend in peril — perhaps already dead? I rushed into the hall and raced up the stairway. Another pene- trating scream came through the panels of a door at my right, cutting through the hard wood like a keen-edged knife. Quick’y I flung open the door, and there, illuminated by the eerie white fire of lightning. I saw. . Dr. Wayne’s parrot.

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