Blue Ridge School for Boys - Blue Ridgian Yearbook (Hendersonville, NC)

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Hugh G. Alger . . . Useless . . . football, basket¬ ball . . . you might say he was great in sports ... a good friend . . . a Florida orange, maybe just a little green . . . quiet when nec¬ essary and heard when needed. Charles W. Armstrong . . . Why don’t you shave? . . . one tough break, leg that is ... a favorite of Dr. Wilcutt . . . the only boy in the whole school who came back for four years . . . WOW! Paul J. Brown . . . The clown . . . very good friend of Sir Turk . . . basketball in a fashion . . . football with a skill . . . eats with a passion . . . takes English with a pill . . . out Brown — P. D. Q. — and don’t slam the door . . . BANG! William P. Buyck . . . Home for the weekend . . . small but mighty, as proven in soccer and football ... if he gets into the chemistry lab, look out! . . . going to win the Kentucky Derby one way or the other . . . come to the Carolina Cup—the biggest drunk in S. C. 11 Jjpn

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THE CLASS OF ' 64 On the following pages are pictured some of the most unusual and diversified personalities anyone would ever hope to run into. These are the personalities of seniors, and not just any seniors, but Blue Ridge seniors for 1964. Influenced by the many and changing moods of their teachers and environment, the boys on the following pages have been aged and molded like all things of quality to the fulfillment of personal capabilities and tastes. These seniors’ interests were different: From Buyck’s love of horses to Davis’ love of “twang”. These seniors came from different places: Alger from Florida, Johnson from New Jersey, and Ward from Aruba. All of these boys were after the same things: education, self-discipline, then college. The .last year was hard, but all good things are hard- won. There was, “Shut up, Armstrong!” “Get out, Brown!” “You crazies.” “Obstreperousities.” There were, “C.A.’s!” bow ties, Stumpy and Poison Ivy to add to the. spice of it all, and they shall all remember their Headmaster, Mr. Singletary, and their Dean, Mr. Fredland, and their Librarian, Mrs. Morris, who helped speed their progress. Then there was that stupid snowball fight that should never have been fought (three to one?), exercises, trips to town on Sunday morning, and second period English that will never be the same. Yes, they were different, and may they never change, because they were seniors, and on top, and that’s where these boys belong.

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Paul E. Davis . . . TWANG! . . . Chet Atkins can’t hold a candle to our boy Eddy. . inside information on English . . . owns two or three Cads and smokes stogies, too . . . look out Lester and Earl, here comes the male answer to Minnie Pearl. Luther W. Evans . . . Boy Scout . . . snake lover . . . anyone for a hike ? . . . geometry genius . . . hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil . . . and stand for it! Eduardo R. Gatti . . . Next President of Argentina . . . next international soccer star . . . going to get Ph.D. in English at Harvard . . . going to get killed if he plays any more football or smokes any more cigarettes . . . poker anyone? Bailey T. Jackson . . . Elementary my dear Watson . . . puff-puff . . . quiet—he has to be, he rooms next to Mr. Turk! . . . who the devil is that girl he calls all the time? 12