Botetourt High School - Post Yearbook (Gloucester, VA)

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Class Prophecy Upon gazing into my crystal hall, the years seem to pass before my eyes. T see all my old classmates, scattered about through the forty-eight states, and some even in foreign lands, engaged in every imaginable occupation. My vision halts for a short while at the year 1953. The first person I see is a tall, handsome man whom 1 do not recognize as our old class president, Edward Stubblefield. He is now the President’s new secretary. Next I see Maria Atkins, “The Greatest American Pianist,” giving a concert at Carnegie Hall in New Yr rk Three attractive young matrons next come into view. They are the former Missfi, Frances Foster, Florence Thomas, and Iris Mae Foster, who are now happily married. Now the scene becomes wholly different; I see a spotless, white operating room. A doctor is performing an extremely delicate operation. I watch as the incision is made and not until it is sewed up and the doctor removes her mask do 1 recognize Katherine Stubblefield, now one of the best surgeons in the U. S. Before I recover from my astonishment, 1 hear a zooming roar. Looking out the window 1 see one of the newest airplanes piloted by Robert Fletcher. Again the scene changes. A parade is passing, led by a high-stepping majorette in brief, white silk costume. Can it be? It is —Margaret Lawson! Standing in the crowd between two pilots is Margaret Thrift in the trim, neat uniform of an airline hostess. On all the buildings are election posters which read “Vote for Robert DuVal for Governor of Virginia. My vision passes into a Museum of Modern Art, where paintings by the best artists are on display. Prominent among them are several by Joan Barter. Next I see a brilliant gathering of prominent men and women at the home of the famous hostess, Maxine Garner. Among those present are Lois Hudgins, Henry Kaiser’s private secretary, Jimmie Nuttall, Manager of the A. P. store at Gloucester, and Samuel Deal, Captain in the Navy, and his charming wife. Sarah Brown, and Frances Moore, who earn over two hundred dollars a week in Williamsburg are the center of a group discussing Frances’ approaching marriage to her employer’s son. Suddenly my vision is focussed on Mary Gh ' ler, pretty and plump with flaming red hair, now working at the Richmond Air Base. Alma Pozvers has a fine position as head nurse in the same hospital and under the supervision and watchful eye of Katherine Stubblefield. Billy Lyell, Professor in Mathematics at Columbia University, is the last person 1 recognize at Maxine’s party. Gazing out to sea I see Lawrence Oliver, using his geometry and trigonometry in finding range and aiming the big guns on the new battleship, Virginia. Over in North Africa 1 can see Philip Clements, Major General in the U. S .Army, in a large office issuing orders. My vision then returns to the U. S. where it falls on Norma Clements, who is typing at the highest speed imaginable in Washington, D. C. In the adjoining office I can see Mary Elizabeth Fletcher taking dictation from her boss at the rate of one hundred ten words a minute. 1 see John Davis’ picture in the paper, but of course I hardly recognize him with those black eyes. He is now the world’s heavyweight champion—the first man ever to defeat Joe Louis, despite his black eyes. I am able to see Martin Kerns climbing a telephone pole. He is one of the best electricians in the world. Back in Gloucester 1 see Sammie Brozvn delivering Bromm’s Bread to J. H. Martin Company. Suddenly my vision rests on New York. In a large house down one of the most famous streets, 1 see Beth Walton sitting at a table drawing the most beautiful person I have ever seen. All at once everything is blank and I can see no more; I know that my voyage in the crystal has ended, for I have seene all my old classmates. You can’t imagine how thrilled I am because, you see, I haven’t seen or come in contact with them since we all graduated together in the year of 1943. Lois Hudgins Mary A. Catlett

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Cl ass History As I glance over the crew of the U.S.S. Botetourt, I see only eight of the first crew of our ship. These are none other than Edward Stubblefield, better known to the crew as “Stubby”; Martin Kerns, who in our first years of sailing was called “Buddy,” but now we are more formal, thus it is Martin. Maria Atkins, Florence Thomas, Frances Foster, and Iris Mae Foster have kept up their continuous friendship through the years, although Maria has found some other members whom she has quite an interest in. Mary Givler is today the same little blonde she was eleven years ago. Lawrence Oliver, whom most of the crew speak of as “Larry” and Lois Hudgins, the violinist, are still with us, too. Under the fine leadership of M iss Eloise Minor, we journeyed on to the second year of our voyage with Miss Linwood Stubbs piloting our ship. Having lost quite a few of our crew and also gaining some new ones, this proved to be a very prosperous year. Then we sailed on to meet the smiling Miss Baird or Mrs. Bray, who in this year of our voyage would guide our ship. Having done a mighty fine job, she bid us farewell in the spring of 1934. She watched us emerge into one of our hardest years of the voyage, the fourth year of our journey. This year we added to our list, Katherine Stubblefield from Cash and Norma Clements from Wan. We ended this year a very happy crew. We thought we had attained something, as the next year we would be on the upper deck of our ship. We began this year a very happy crew because we could now look back and see the few things we had accomplished. Miss Annice String-field was our sponsor that year and led us on to meet the future outlooks of life. Then we followed on in the footsteps of those ahead of us and managed to complete the sixth year of our voyage under the fine leadership of Miss Dorothy Smith. This year John Davis got on hoard and has enjoyed our sailing ever since. Beaming at the thought that we were over half through our journey, we then sailed smoothly on to the seventh year where we were divided into two sections, one under Mrs. Hall and the other under Mrs. Gray. This year we added to our list quite a few new ones, among these, Frances Moore, Jimmie Nuttall, Sammy Brown, Margaret Thrift, Mary Elizabeth Fletcher, Alma Powers, Billy Lyell, Samuel Deal, Park Gray, Mary Armistead Catlett, and Lucille Rilee. This year we had one of our first real parties. We sailed over to Stingray Point and had a most wonderful time. Definitely we thought we had accomplished much now since we were to proudly sail on the big ship to complete our journey out on the bay. We began our career there with Miss Martha Epes and Miss Anne Eppes as our captains. Miss Margaret Smith was also one of our leaders, but at the middle of the voyage, the way became too hard for her, and a she left us in February, Miss Laura Thornhill took her place to help guide our ship. On this journey we picked up Billie Jenkins, the former author, Beth Walton, and Robert Fletcher. Then came a vacation again, from which we proudly sailed back to the second year of our voyage on the big ship under the guidance of Miss Mildred Linthicum. By this time we had added a few more to our crew. These were Phillip Clements, Robert DuVal, and Charles Warthan. Ending this very successful journey, we sailed on as proud Juniors, also proud to be under the splendid leadership of Mrs. Anderton. We lost one of our crew at the beginning of this year, Carlton Suttom, who found the LbS.S. Mathews more exciting to sail on. We also lost our class author, Billie Jenkins, wdio sailed into port at New York to compose a hook, but we also added to our crew Joan Barter, our famous artist, Sarah Brown, Pauline Davis, Margaret Lawson, and Maxine Garner during this year. As we ended this year of our voyage we were a very happy crew to think the next year would end our journey on the Good Ship Botetourt. We began our year with a crew of thirty-one members with Miss Carrie Gibboney as our Captain. Beth Walton, preferring the climate of New York and wishing to join Billie Jenkins, left us almost at the end of the long voyage towards embarkation. As we sight the land of the future, we realize that we have crossed the bay, but the ocean lies before us. Mary Givler, Class Historian.

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Juniors