Broadway High School - Memories Yearbook (Broadway, VA)

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Reflections Upon The Future It was one of those rare days in the fall of 1960 with our week’s vacation ahead of us, that we stood upon the grounds of B. H. S. We had come to Broadway with the intention of contacting as many of our former classmates as possible. Upon entering the grade school we were both surprised and delighted to see Flo Long, who was now holding down the position of first grade teacher, as well as forty or more pupils. Strolling across the school yard, we decide to see if the high school routine had changed in the last ten years. Our first stop was an English class and who should he the instructor hut Kasey Fulk looking trim in her horn-rimmed glasses and that ever prevalent knot of hair at the nape of her neck? After much chit-chat about our schcolchums we left the building only to he deafened by a big loud voice calling out “ 1 -2-3-4, get in step, you!”. Turning, we were amazed to see Dolly Ann Armentrout vigorously putting her physical ed. class through the basic train¬ ing in marching. Oh, gee ! Same old stuff; and after ten years. After more comparing of notes we decided to leave Broadway and go into the surround¬ ing communities to try to round up some of the ole’ gang. Between Broadway and Edom we found we were in need of gasoline, so seeing a station near-by, we pulled in. A most im¬ pressive looking young man came to the window and said, “Fill ’er up, ladies?” Well, were we speechless? it was none other than Justin Halterman. Well, how glad we were to see him ! We naturally inquired about all our classmates and he told us that Glenn Will is now a prominent weather forecaster and writes the forecasts for the radio and local newspaper. Then Justin went into his station and brought out the old faithful Daily-News and there on the front page were ffashy pictures of Edwin Turner and Ray Billhimer. Of course, you could hardly see who they were for the display of prize-winning cattle which (the article went on to relate) were raised on their huge farms in the valley. Justin also informed us that Russell Wittig, Jr. was not “Just Siltin’ and A-Rockin” after making a small fortune on his poultry ranch just a little distance ahead of us. We talked much longer than we realized, and we really had to rush if we were to check into our rooms at the Kavanaugh in the city of Flarrisonburg. After agreeing to have a get-together in the near future, we hurried on to Flarrisonburg. When we went down to the Coffee Shop for dinner, who should take our orders but Thella Smith. She was really doing O. K. as manager of the place. The Coffee Shop, of course, had been remodeled and now featured an orchestra with crooner Johnny Huttman soloist and a floor show headed by the great acrobat, Jimmy Rhodes. Yep’, ’twas really a most enjoyable evening. Up bright and early next morning, we were driving along and saw a sign “Crider’s Tourist Court”. We thought, “Could it be? Well, let’s stop and see.” We did stop and the proprie¬ tor was none other than Jay Crider. Well, here went another lengthy visit. He informed us that we could find Louise Roller, Dorothy Ann Early and Louise Strickler among the quiet din of the new and larger Rockingham Memorial Hospital. It seemed that they certain¬ ly chose the right profession as all three were now head nurses, no less. They have an ex¬ cellent laboratory technician who, Jay told us, was Wanda Good, and really good, too. After more reviving of memories, we left Jay and journeyed on until we heard a queer flip-flop! “Aha! A flat tire! Well, at least there ' s a house here,” so we were able to call a garageman. We knocked on the door and who do you suppose answered our knock!! Mrs. John Neuding, the former Martha Drum. Shortly we placed our call and to our amazement, Dorothy June Biller answered at the switchboard. We later learned she was chief operator. While waiting for the tire to be fixed, we were informed over a cup of coffee that Janalee Sheetz, Idella Mongold, Ruby Showalter, and Betty McWilliams were married and beginning their careers as house-wives. Upon leaving the house we heard off in the distance an old, almost forgotten tune being whistled—What was that song—“Donkey Caravan”?—Oh, no, “Mule Train”, of course! Those fellows whistling it—gee, they looked familiar, but those uniforms—service men—and who were they? You guessed it. None other than—James Clutteur, Richard Hottinger and Ho¬ ward Cline headed toward Gerald Orebaugh’s barbershop. Well—more exchange of memories and we were off again. We turned on the radio to be greeted by an announcer very pleasantly informing us that we were about to hear a great clarinet group which was sweeping the country by storm. Who were the big wheels in the group but Betty Sue Hoover leading the clarinet section and Nancy Trumbo on the piano! Boy, did our class get around. We decided we would do a little visiting around Timberville to see how all the Co-op’s were thriving. And just as we were nearing that town, we noticed a peculiar-looking little place out on the bluff. We peeped in the window and saw the Albert Einstein of today, Charles Blosser, very deeply engrossed in his research work on nuclear and atomic energy. We didn’t dare bother the great thinker so we very quietly slid into the car and were once again on our way. At our next stop—The Shen-Valley Meat Packers had now increased in size to cover all the available land near it. Here we found Anna Lucy Phillips as the receptionist and Joyce Lantz who was very busy trying to take the figures out of all the new fangled machines as they added, divided, multiplied and subtracted for her—Now what was the use of all that laboring in geometry, algebra, and math back in high school? We learned from these girls that Alva Phillips and Joy Andes were very busy checking invoices for wingless poultry which now left every hour on the hour, by rocket ship for New York and points beyond. These girls also told us that Wanda Hinkle and Alma Lee Pullins were working in the of¬ fice as secretaries and relieving Alva and Joy when the rockets started coming in and going out too fast. Well—as much as we hated to have it happen, all good things must end, so we, Norma Dove and Eleanor Williams, had to return to our respective vocations, namely, airline hostess on the Eastern Airlines and producer and director of the latest hit on Broad¬ way—N. Y.—that is !!! Norma Dove Eleanor Williams

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Discarded Treasures We, the Seniors of the class of 1950, being reasonably sound in mind and knowing that it is appointed for each of us to depart from this place, do make and publish this our last will and testament. To the members of the faculty we leave our sincere appreciation for all the patience and help given us during our high school days. To Mr. Jameson, we leave our profound gratitude for his untiring, untold, unceasing, trustworthy labor and to Mrs. Crist, Mrs. Long, Mrs. Mason, and Miss Crist we bequeath the memories of our laughter and our “serious discussions” at the lunch tables. To the Junior Class, we leave the hope that their Senior year will be as memorable and successful as ours. I, Joy Andes, will to Irene Evans my dimples, “spit curl , and height. I, Ray Billhimer, bequeath to Eddie Keller my ability to type and get along with others. I, Dolly Ann Armentrout, will to any Junior who will enjoy it as much as I do, my love for roller skating and going on basketball trips. To Bill Neff, I, Charles Blosser, being of sound mind and body (I hope) bequeath my part-time position as fourth grade teacher. I, Dorothy June Biller, bequeath to Mary Davis Kline my seat in the band, providing she will practice regularly and attend rehearsals. I, Howard Cline, will to Alvin Strickler my ability to be present at school every day. To Hoyt Riddle, I, James Clutteur, bequeath my unkept records in agriculture class. I, Norma Dove, will the front seat in Mr. Hillyard’s Civic class to Norma Caplinger, pro¬ viding she will learn as much there as I have. I, Martha Drum, will to Darlene Thomas, my long blonde hair and my desk in the Senior room. 1, Jay Crider, bequeath to Mary Jane Turner my desire for Wrigley’s chewing gum. To Nancy May, I, Dorothy Ann Early, bequeath my gift of gab, (although I am sure she won’t need it) and to every Junior my love for music. I, Justin Halterman, bequeath my good attention in class to Bobby Rhodes. I, Mary Kathryn Fulk, will to Evelyn Derrow my ability to provoke Miss Mason by almost getting my neck broken in physical education before each basketball game. To Lawrence Roller, I, Richard Hottinger, will my quiet manner, wit, and my ability to understand chemistry. I, Wanda Good, will to Mildred Renalds my ability to type; especially for the Reflector. To Sonny Derrow, I, Johnny Huffman, bequeath my position as mimeographer of the “ Communi-K !’ I, Wanda Hinkle, bequeath to Alice Higgs my seat in the Senior room in hopes that her memories from that seat will be as dear as mine. I, Betty Sue Hoover, wil l my position as cheerleader to Patsy Smucker, providing she doesn’t do everything right. I, Gerald Orebaugh, will to Richard Kline my position as guard on the basketball team. To Jean May, I, Joyce Lantz, will my seat in shorthand class and the hard work I had to do there. I, Jimmie Rhodes, will to J. D. Lantz, Jr. my ability to get along with boys and girls. I, Flo Long, will to Xie Cook my friendliness and my seat in the fourth row in the Senior room. I, Betty McWilliams, will to Clara Jo Sheetz my position as guard on the basketball team, provided she does as good a job as I did. To Gene Driver, I, Edwin Turner, do bequeath my height and my ability to get along in English class. I, Idella Mongold, bequeath to Pauline Smith my love for staying home at nights. To Lelia May, I, Alva Phillips, bequeath my desk beside Mr. Whitmore’s, providing she doesn’t talk to him any more than I have. I, Anna Lucy Phillips, will to Lois Bare my athletic ability and my pleasant personality. I, Glenn Will, leave to John Wagner my desk just inside the Senior room with hopes that he will have patience with all the things that are placed thereon. I, Alma Lee Pullins, bequeath to Florence Harpine my giggles, providing she doesn’t over¬ do it. To Donnie Turner, I, Louise Roller, will my horn-rimmed glasses and the time 1 spent using them for study. I, Russell Wittig, Jr., will my ability to get along in typing to Bevelyn Fulk. I, Janalee Sheetz, bequeath to Margie Cline my position in the Glee Club with hopes that she will pay as much attention as 1 have. I, Ruby Showalter, bequeath to Wilda Getz my two library periods, hoping she will use them to the best advantage. I, Thella Smith, will to Gay Hottinger my blond hair and blue eyes in hopes she will use them to good advantage. To Genevieve Runion, I, Louise Strickler, will my quietness in all my classes. I, Nancy Trumbo, will to Mary Catherine Dellinger my position in the band, providing she doesn’t put lip-stick on the music. I, Eleanor Williams, will to Janme Siever my love for singing in hopes that she will enjoy it as much as I have. Wanda Hinkle Russell Wittig, Jr.

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NINETEEN FIFTY O’CLOCK I II III IV V VI VII VIII IX X XI XII Friendliest . Most Likely to Succeed Most Talented. Most Dignified . Best School Spirit .... Most Intelligent . Neatest . Best AH Around . Most Athletic . Most Dependable. Wittiest . Quietest . . .Anna Lucy Phillips, Jimmy Rhodes .Eleanor Williams, Edwin Turner .Dolly Ann Armentrout, John Huffman .Betty Sue Hoover, Edwin Turner ...Eleanor Williams, Gerald Orebaugh .Wanda Good, Charles Blosser ...Betty Sue Hoover, Gerald Orebaugh Dolly Ann Armentrout, Jimmy Rhodes ...Alary Kathryn Fulk, John Huffman . Joyce Lantz, Glenn Will .Dorothy Ann Early, Jay Crider ..Martha Ann Drum, Justin Halterman