Oceana High School - Cavalier Yearbook (Virginia Beach, VA)

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The Last Will and Testament VVe, the Senior Class of19-19, being ofover- taxed minds and aching backs, do hereby declare this to be our last will and testament. Section I-To the Administration Article I-To our School Board and our Superintendent we leave our deep apprecia- tion for their undying efforts to develop and improve our school. Article II-To the Faculty we leave our gratitude for their tireless work. In trying to improve our meager brains we hope it has not been too much of a strain on them. We also leave our thanks for those gentle CPD little shoves they have given us, trying to get us out of here. Article III-To Thomas and his helpers we leave Cperiodj, hoping that from now on they will have more peace and quiet than in the last four years. Article IV-To the Eighth Graders we leave our seats on the buses, maybe you will be sitting down next year. Article V-To the Freshman we leave our burning thirst for knowledge and our tatter- ed Bugs Bunny comic books. Article VI-To the Sophomores we leave our good looks and our expert means of getting out of class. Article VII-To the Junior Class we leave our places in the lunch line, our dignified manners, and the position as the Big VVheels of Oceana. VVe also leave two slightly battered home rooms, Nos. 7 and 19. Article VIII-To the Juniors and the Sophomores: I, Lois Gronto, leave my studious nature to Bobby Rice to use next year. I, Dean Potter, leave my interest in Ann Edwards to no one. I, Billy Carson, leave my power over girls to anyone who needs it as bad as I did. I, Richard Davis, leave all my various cartoons to the walls of O. H. S. I, Alice Wade, leave my willpower to stay away from men to Connie Cooke. I, Tom Dawson, leave my good standing with all the teachers to someone who needs it as much as I. I, Eleazer Tillet, leave my Toni Set to the Junior boys so they, too, can have curls. I, Jeanette Crawford, leave my jitterbug ability to Leonard Barnes. I, Idell Barnes, leave my southern drawl to Boyd Midgett. I, Walter Wales, leave my title of Oceana's Best Developed Boy to no one. I want to keep that! I, David Pidgeon, leave my ability to make bright CFJ remarks in class to any Junior who can get away with it. I, Elaine Myers, leave my flute to Ralph Aydlett, who certainly will look cute play- ing it. I, Ann Hayman, leave my delicate health to Nancy Dawson. I, Bobby Midgett, leave and take every- thing with me. I need all I can get. I, Louise VVhelchel, leave my shy, un- obtrusive manners to Wesley Barnes. I, Cappie Crockett, leave my set of French books to anyone who is planning to take the full two years' course. I, Eva Lou Ferebee, leave my shorthand ability to some poor Junior who will take it next year. I, Charlie Smith, leave my Arizona tan to Jo Anne Johnson. I, Jeanette VVhite, leave my English prob- lems to someone who has no problems. I, Lynn Drinkwater, leave my booming voice to Cassie Kernan. I, Jack Fimple, leave my bashfulness to Vernon Stevens. Don't you think he needs it? I, Nancy Ames, leave old O. H. S. in body but my heart stays here with Tom. I, Dallas Carr, leave-for better or for worse. I,.Arthur Stallings, leave, for Martha that IS! I, Bernadette Hughes, leave my burning ambition and energy to Pete Eugley. I, Donna Kunkler, leave one pair of tap dancing shoes to someone who doesn't have stage fright. I, Patsy Browder, leave my baton to the rest of the majorettes. I, Carol Allen, leave my interest in His- tory IV to the poor people who have to take it next year. I, Hal Lacky, leave-with no regrets. I, Elworth Whitehurst, leave for Norfolk General to find Joan. I, Donald Whitehurst, leave my ability to blush easily to Max Dix who already

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and Penlope, the two eccentric sisters. Just as we are beginning to think that we can take no more of this, the movie finally comes to an end, and the previews begin. We learn that the Lois Gornto, Louise Bar- croft, and Gloria Tillette, who are now even more famous than the Three Stooges! Also coming is a western, The Last Days of Buzzard's Gulch, written by that one-time bandit who has finally gone straight, Gene Jesse James Johnson. Starring in this film are Bobby Midgett as Pistol-Packin' Pete, the fearless defender of the Old West, Billy Sunset Carson as Fuzzy Fosdick his sidekick and Joyce VVhitehurst as Little Nell the heroine. All in all this promises to be a very unusual week of entertainment. Cock-adoodle-do! The news of the day flashes before us. The celebrated world news commentator, Charlie Smith, gives us a world news round-up. VVashington, D. C.l Jackie Kellam is in- augurated as the first woman president of the U. S. No wonder, with a campaign manager like Anne Kyle. She has just ap- pointed her new committee to investigate conditions in Fox Hole, Arkansas. This committee consists of Tillie Hinson, Mary Lee Leatherwood, Idell Barnes, Joan Hun- ter, and Janie Wood. Conditions are bad and we firmly believe that it's going to take a woman's touch to straighten things out. Oceana, Va.l Walter Day is voted the knitting champion of the United States. Tough, but oh so gentle. Ambrosia, Ala.l The Kumquart Bowl plays host to the 1959 All-American back- field: Edgar Brown, Donald Shaw, Harold Sattlethight, and Floyd Krahenbill. London, England! Eleazer Tillett goes abroad to advise the Prime Minister on political affairs. Fgadl The fall of the British Fmpirel Ah! Now we have come to the feminine side of the news-fashions! Our commen- tator Flaine Myers shows us some of the leading fall ensembles. They are modeled by Marion Barnes, who looks chic in Cassie Kernan's new creation, the pedal-less pushers, Jeanne Cooke, presenting the VVhew look in a strapless, backless bathing suit, and Bernadette Hughes, introducing a new type of fur, Virginia Beach VVolf. To end the newsreel there is a sports re- view in which we see Shirley Darden crown- ed Miss Majorette of 1959. Following the newsreel we have a very interesting short subject called Unusual Occupations. Included in this short are Virginia Robinson, who makes charming little figurines out of watermelon seeds, and Bill Gilbert, who in his own home work- shop, has just completed a new deisel- powdered toothbrush. We wish this could go on forever, but all good things must come to an end, and this show is no exception. Leaving the theater, we encounter the famous architect, Jack Fimple, who has just turned a beautiful two-story mansion into an old dilapidated barn. Just as we are getting into our cab to go home, Jean Jennestreet, the bubble gum heiress, stops us and invites us to her party given at Rocky's Roost, the exclusive restaurant owned by Walter Wales. Once we are at the restaurant, we see many more familiar faces. We congratulate Eva Lou Ferebee, now a famous artist, on her striking portrait of Admiral Buddy Gallup, in command of the Linkhorn Bay Fleet. After we are seated at a table, our order is taken by the head waiter, Kenneth Mel- son. He advises us to try cook John Mc- Chesney's delightful new dish, pig's feet a la mode. They say it's also good with ice cream. By this time, we're in the mood for a little table hopping. We talk to many friends whom we missed at the theater, such as Cappie Crockett, author of the current best- seller, 21 Ways to Cook a Goose, Elworth Whitehurst, the bobby-pin tycoon, and Thomas Hutchings, now engineer of the new Oceana Limited, said to be the largest train in the U. S. On the way back to our own table we spy our pal, Alice Wade. She informs us that she is now happily married and has eight children-all boysl Since it is such a lovely night we decide to walk home, window-shopping along the way. Passing a large, strikingly modern store, we are surprised to Find that two of our old classmates, Charlotte Voliva and Jean- ette White, are the owners. This depart- ment store's largest sellers by far are the new improved mouse traps manufactured by Capps's Traps, Inc. and a freckle cream produced by Jean Wroton, which contains irium, solium, hydrochloric acid, and glycerin. We must say that we have had a very enjoyable visit to New York. VVe leave for home on the Oceana Special, the bus line owned by Dallas Voliva. Seated in the bus we notice, sitting across the aisle from us, Charlotte Craft, who has been in New York writing her new play The Life and Loves of Esmerelda Twitchettf' Yes, we've had a wonderful time in New York, but we are glad to get back to dear old O. H. S. and 1949.

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turns a nice shade of red without much en- couragement. I, Tom Doss, leave one pound of cheese to Joseph Long if he can display as much knowledge as I can. I, Audrey Furnal, leave my low alto voice to Bessie Melvin. I, Jeanne Cooke, leave my height to Doris Miller. I, Louise Barcroft, leave my friendly manner to Lequita Trobough. I, Walter Day, leave my ability to un- tangle bookkeeping problems to some poor fellow who takes it next year. I, Kenneth Melson, leave my seat in typing to anyone, I'm not particular. I, Donald Shaw, leave my chemistry book to any poor soul silly enough to take the subject. I, Gwen Spruill, leave my ability to drive a car to Robert Clark. I, Marion Barnes, leave my position as cheerleader to anyone who promises to practice as much as I did. I, Jack VVroton, leave my red hair to Margaret Ann Felton, providing I'm under it when she collects. I, Bill Burrell, leave my heart to Ellen McDowell, providing she takes good care of it. I, Virginia Robinson, leave my pair of stilts to Leroy Spry. I, Buddy Gallup, leave my rugged good looks to any Junior who needs them. I have so much more than Gregory, why should I fight it? I, Mary Lee Leatherwood, leave my brother Buddy to carry on at O. H. S. I, Edgar Brown, leave my smile to Rich- ard Absalom. I, Earl Capps, leave my football uniform to some aspiring Junior who hopes to make the team next year. I, James Huggins, leave all my old, burn- ed out flash light bulbs to Deryl Davis. I'm so generous! I, Bruce Jones, leave--if I'm lucky. I, Thomas Hutchings, leave my Charles Atlas Course to Rupert Everton. I, Joan Hunter, leave by blond, wavy hair to the Junior girls. I, Beverly Neal, leave my fondness for skipping school to Nellie Stafford. I, John McChesney, leave my ability to stay awake in class to Gordon Stafford, who needs it. I, Gene Johnson, leave my vim, vigor, and vitality to Robert Dopey Meads. I, James VVales, leave my sense of humor to Tommy Mason. I, Jackie Kellam, leave my wardrobe for the Junior girls to light over. I, Phyllis Wilson, leave Bruce---darn it. I, Joyce VVhitehurst, leave my ability to get straight A's to anyone who will stay home and study every night as I didn't. I, Juanita George, leave my charming disposition to Pat VVoods. I, Tillie Hinson, leave my place in the Beta Club to anyone who can make the grade next year. I, Fred Ridge, leave my ability to love and leave the girls and still keep them running after me to anyone who thinks he can get away with it as long as I have. I, Bill Gilbert, leave my Cassanova tactics to Leroy Jenson, providing he can do more with them than I did. I, Margaret Ann McChesney, leave my rosy cheeks to Alice Wise, providing she eats her Wheaties every morning. I, Charlotte Craft, leave my patience to the Junior class so that the won't blow their tops next year. I, Shirley Dardeon, leave Safety Driving Class to make way for next year's wrecking crew. 'I, Charlotte Voliva, leave my ability to resist that urge to eat candy while selling it at the Beach Theater to anyone who has a hard time keeping thin. I, Gloria Tillette, leave the correct pro- nunciation of my last name Cwith the accent on the lar! syllablej to Oceana. I, Anne Kyle, leave my copies of the French II Comprehension Tests to some- body that gets A's anyway, because they won't help much. I, Jean Jeanestreet, leave my wide know- ledge of chemistry to John Vakos if he -takes it. I, Dallas Voliva, leave my position on the football team to some lucky Junior. I, Floyd Krahenbill, leave my towering height to all my short friends. I, Janie Wood, leave my bookworm tendencies to Melvina Ulrey. VVe, Joan Faw and Jean VVroton, leave to the Juniors all our old discarded notes for getting out of class. Now you, too, can take it easy your Senior Year. Attorneys-at-Law- JOAN FAW JEAN WROTON