Axton High School - Axtonian Yearbook (Axton, VA)

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We, the Seniors, dedicate the following poem to all the boys of Axton and vicinity who are, or have been, in the Armed Forces of the United States. We Will Welcome You Home, Our Men We will welcome you. home, our men, From across the oceans blue a?id unde, To where your hearts have ever been Since first you set out with the tide. Your letters help in your absence, our men, We read them with joy in our hearts, We follow each stroke of your pen, And you’re with us, tho’ far apart. Still in our hearts, our men, We hold a sacred dream of you, Of the things you’ve done, now and then, And of the great things you’re to do. Oh, we’ll welcome you home, our men, Our hearts are ever true to you May God be with you, as He’s been, Till soo7i you cross the ocean blue. Chorus: We will welcome you home, our men, And our hearts ivill feel no pain When iv e cowit you eight and ten Back in our hearts and homes again. — Christine Lavender Classmates of Class ’45 who are now in the Armed Forces Barker, George Barker, Sam Barrow, Fred Gilley, Marvin Hankins, Claiborne Kidd, Robert, Jr. Lavender, Noel Lewis, Ruth Moore, J. T., Jr. Morrison, Jimmy Motley, Frank Norton, Varley Robertson, Sam Turner, Lloyd West, Leon Wilson, Joe Page Nineteen

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THE AXTONIAN The man in the lounge chair sighs as he recalls the sorrow. He turns the pages of the annual and softly hums the Axton Loyalty Song: “The years will come ; the years will go At Axton High, our Axton High! But this will e’er be true we know At Axton High, dear Axton High ! ’Neath shining sun and heavens blue, Where’er we are, whate’er we do, We’ll still be thinking oft of you Axton High, dear Axton High ! He looks at the senior picture and sees another missing — Elizabeth McDaniel. He remembers she left to live in Danville much to the sorrow of the class. He also exper- ences many activities with which the year was filled, and in the midst of all these, he recalls with regret that Varley Norton joined the navy, leaving only twenty-five strug- gling seniors. Later in the spring he recalls the seniors and the juniors are with Mrs. Hairfield at a wiener roast at Fairystone Park. He tries to remember the details of the night but he can’t. He does know, however, that he enjoyed the company of a jolly junior. He turns the pages of the annual again. There he sees recorded the baccalaureate, with Reverend Tinned rendering the sermon. He feels a thrill up his spine as he, with the group, marches up the isle. The class night is now at hand ! He mutters, “Now this is commencement night and we are all sitting on the platform together for the last time, as a body. We clutch our diplomas in our fingers and can’t hear what Mr. Saville is saying to us, so busy are we with our own thoughts.” He gazes once more at the coals which are almost all charred black. Then holding the books, he drops off to sleep with an expression on his face that had not been there for years because he felt like a young boy once more. ANNE STARLING, Historian ’45 A LITTLE FUN IN AXTON HIGH Mother: Raymond, if you were kind and polite to your classmates, what would they think of you? Raymond Elliott: Some of them would think they could lick me. Ellen Earles (very proudly) : Junior said if 1 would marry him, he would lay the earth at my feet. Ann Starling: Silly, you have the earth at your feet. What you need is a house over your head. Miss Lu msden: Women usually have a cleaner mind than men. Coleman Lawrence: They ought to. They change them often enough. Mrs. Wasdell: Did Edison make the first talk- ing machine? Wilbert Haley: No, our Creator made the first one like Marjorie Joyce. Edison made the first one that could be shut off. Mabel Earles: So Irena had her face lifted? Doris Elliott: She did, but it fell again when the doctor told her the bill. Mrs. Hairfield: And what are you going to do when you grow up to be a big girl? Louise Davis: Reduce. Henry Clay Eggleston : I surely hope I die with my boots on. Arthur Toler: And what’s that for? Henry Clay: So I won’t hurt my toes when 1 kick the bucket. George (in Danville with Mary Elliott) : You look good enough to eat. Mary: Yes, I do eat. Shall we go in this res- taurant? Mrs. F. Hairfield: Yes, children, an Indian woman is called a squaw. What do you suppose Indian babies are called? Joe Hawley: I know — squawkers. Page Eighteen

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Alumni of Axton High who have served, or are now serving, in the Armed Forces of the United States: ★ ★★★ Austin, Robert McDaniel, Henry Barker, Patrick H., Jr. McDaniel, Numa Barker, Randolph Morrison, Thomas Barrow, Dana E. Minter, Fletcher Belcher, William Newton, Leroy Bray, Thomas Richardson, Emery Bryant, Carrol Robertson, Dan Bullington, Barney B. Roach, Eugene Cassada, Calvin Roach, Everette Cassada, Elmer Roach, Fred Cole, Louis Roach, Sanford Eanes, Ralph E. Rumley, Taylor Easley, Leon Saville, R. Edwin Elliott, Everette Saville, Harry, Jr. Fentress, A. Clyde Scales, Harry Fitz, Sanford Scales, Forest Fuller, Harvey Starling, George Hankins, Gertrude Starling, Hugh Hairfield, Oswald Starling, Josaphine Hairfield, Scates Starling, Leonard Harris, Duluth Stone, Garland A. Harris, Henry M. Thomas, Claude C. Harris, John Turner, Edwin Ray Harris, Milton Turner, Edwin Martin Harris, Steve Turner, B. A., Jr. Holland, Billy Wade, J. P., Jr. Holland, Elizabeth Warren, Forrest Holland, Irvin West, Dorothy A. Hurd, Jesse West, Marvin, Jr. Jones, Alton L. West, W. Malvin, Jr. Jones, Forrest West, Maynard P., Jr. Jones, Harry C. Wheeler, Fred Kendall, Murry Wheeler, Robert Lawrence, Marshall Winn, Melvin Manning, Jabe Winn, Roger M. Martin, Wayne Wright, Cecil McDaniel, Albert Wright, George Wyatt, Wilton Page Twenty