Haysi High School - Thunderbolt Yearbook (Haysi, VA)

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U$t H and Testament I, Charles Davis, will my dimples to Raymond Rakes. I, Nancy Boyd, will my love for acting to Betty Puckett. We, Margaret Bowen and Patsy Kilgore, will our meanness to everyone. I, Madge Edwards, will my flirty ways to any one who will take them. I, Betty Barton, will my love for basketball to Betty Puckett. I, Glechia Mullins, will my love for school to Rayenna Mae Phillips. I, Carroll Edwards, v ill my ability to start windstorms to Bob Willis. I, Fayne Edwards, will my advanced algebra book to Don S. if he’s dumb enough to take it and smart enough to pass it. I, Lois Edwards, will my love for country music to anyone who likes it as much as I. I, Joyce Fields, will my love for music to Stoney Fields. I, Ralph Harlow, will my moonshine to Mr. Tarwater and my love to Rita Counts. I, Lois Arrington, will my ignorance to Mary Sue Sykes. I, Patsy Owens, will my love for bookkeeping to anyone who is crazy enough to take it. I, Jimmy Church, will my place in the pool room to Miss Fields. I, Susie Stanley, will my love for reading books to the eighth grade girls. I, Evelyn Yates, will my love for volley ball to the eighth grade girls. I, Jake Bailey, will my voice to Mr. Tarwater. I, Joe Mullins, will my geometry book to anyone stupid enough to take it and smart enough to pass it. I, Rose Marie Hill, will my love for Asie Viers to Mary Evelyn Willis. We, Retha Mullins and Peggy Spriggs, will our ignorance to Sue Puckett. I, Eugene Yates, will my ability for being late for school to Clinton Fuller. I, Rachel Deel, will my love for Mrs. Negetha Powers and for school to Betty Puckett. I, Doloros Raczkowski, will my love for K.R. to Charlotte Sutherland. I, Joyce Turner, will my good grades to Gail and Fayne. I, Margie Sykes, will my love for wrestling to Mrs. Negetha Powers. I, Lucille T. Belcher, will my basketball uniform to Shirley Taylor. I, Shirley Edwards, will my love for reading to anyone who wants it. I, Dolly Hill, will my love for all boys except Carroll to a certain eighth grade girl. I, Jerry Mullins, will my shortness, my love for wine and women, to Raymond Raczkowski. I, Joel Turner, will my geometry book to whomever is foolish enough to take it. I, Bill Anderson, will my job as treasurer to anyone who wants headaches next year. I, Mary Alice Powers, will my remper to Lillian Hay in the hope that she won’t use it as much as I did. I, Lillian Counts, will my love for basketball to Lema Counts. I, Betty Owens, will my love for handsome men to anyone who loves them as much as I do. I, Shirley Hay, will my height to Mr. O’Connor. I, Kenneth O’Quinn, will my tenth grade English book to Mrs. Arrington, hoping that she will get more from it than I did. I, Leamond Ramsey, will my post outside the library door to anyone who is worthy of it. I, Mary Miller, will my love for all boys to Ruby Fuller. I, George Mullins, being of sound mind, take all my possessions with me. I, K. R. Sutherlnad, hereby will all my love for work ha, ha, ha, to J. R. Silcox. We, Trulah Edwards and Louise Barton, party of the first part, hereby will our entire estate of evil minds to be divided equally between Susie Edwards and Gregory Barton, parties of the second part. This will writ, on the fifteenth day of December in the year of our Lord, 1953. — 23 —

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MR. BEANE FROM LIMA Louise Barton, Kenneth O’Quinn, Prompt., Carroll Edwards, Rose Hill, Joe Mullins, Ne- getha Powers — Sponsor, Dolores Raczkowski, Mary Alice Powers, Trulah Edwards, George Mullins, Betty Owens, and Fayne Edwards. Margaret Bowen not shown. THE ADORABLE IMP Joe Mullins, Louise Barton, Rose Hill — Prompt., Nancy A. Boyd, Negetha Powers — Sponsor, Margaret Bowen, Carroll Edwards, Mary Alice Powers, Betty Owens, Fayne Ed- wards, Ralph Harlowe, Dolores Raczkowski, and George Mullins. — 22 —

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The story you are about to read is true. Only your glasses should be changed to pro- tect your eyes. My name is George Mullins. I’m a cop. I work out of No. 13 on the hoot owl shift. At 1:01 on December 31, 1969, Chief Jerry M. called me into his office. He told me to have a seat, at 1:03 D.A. Ralph H. arrived. The chief briefed me on the situation. U.S. Sec. to the Treas., Bill A., was suspected of defrauding the government of about a million a week. The chief just wanted me to get the facts. It was suspected that Anderson’s sec., Mary M., was getting most of the benefits of the loot. In turn. Miller’s sec., Charles D., all at once began to drive Cadillacs and buy his sec., minks. I hopped a cab down to Ciros. The cab driver, Margie S., a retired wrestler, pulled up to a screech- ing halt in front of the joint. I was glad that ride was over. I just wanted the facts, not a funeral. I stepped through the door and the bouncer, Trulah E., without a giggle, asked me if I were old enough to come in. I flashed my badge and said, I just want the facts, mam.” I stared around the room. The cigarette girls, Dolores R., Miss Chop Suey of 1968, Betty B., ex-Martin Bomberette, and Rachel D., were all lingering close to the table of Jake B. and Joe M., recent multi-millionaire oil men. I sauntered over to the proprietress, Lillian C., and began to question her. She said it was time for the floor show. I ordered a shot of Red eye.” As the bartender, Margaret B., poured it, the floor show began. The orchestra, directed by Lois E., heralded the entrance of the unsurpassa- ble opera singer, Patsy K. After her rendition of Figero,” the incomparable impersona- tor, Louise B., gave a series of imitations, ending with Minnie Pearl. The audience held its breath as Carroll E. and Dolly H. Edwards and Sons did the most pulsative trapeze act of the new era. As the stage was cleared for the next act, I glanced around the room. At 2:07, everything seemed so so; nothing suspicions. Over in one corner, Fayne E. and companion Shirley H., Oscar winners for their performances in ’Romeo and Juliet,” were lighting cigarettes with $100 bills. At the next table, K.R.S., inventor of a new and fast way to age” liquor, sat with Retha M., Patsy O., and Madge E. All three were old maids but still in there pitching. Aha! there he was! The fellow I was looking for. I asked him his name. He said his name was Kenneth O’Quinn. I asked him where he got all his dough. ’’Shootin’ pool, ” he replied. The show began again and in the confusion, my man got away. I decided to watch the show before I went after him. Chorus girls, Sally M., Evelyn Y., Shirley E. and Glechia M., supplemen- ted the dance number of Leamond R., new Fred Astaire, and Betty O., Grable’s success- or. I liked the costumes on the chorus girls. I moved closer. I wanted to get the facts. Then Joyce F., Susie S., Joyce T., and Rose H., played musical instruments that they had devised and named. They had a ukitar, a saxiano, a manjo and a viokiphone. On my way out I bumped into a couple of my friends from the press. Gene Y., and Mary P. They were writing an article on the life of a married T.V. actress and using as examples, Lois A., Lucille B., and Nancy B. I bought a paper at the corner and read the headlines. Joel T., head of the poultry dept., of the U.S., said he had devised a method to get hens to lay eggs already scrambled, feed them Mix-Masters. When I got back to the office, ace detective, Jim C. already had O’Quinn. I asked Jim’s sec., Peggy S., where he had caught O’Quinn. In the poolroom,” she said. I went to see the chief. The D.A. was with him .They were congratulating Church. Chief snarled at me. Fine way to start a new year, ” he said. I just tried to get the facts,” I replied. 24 —