Buckingham Central High School - Buccaneer Yearbook (Buckingham, VA)

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Class History (YESTERDAY) It was a bright, sunny day in September back in 1948, that we, the present Senior Class entered B. C. H. S. We assembled in the auditorium, where we were divided into three groups, under the leadership of Mrs. Bransford, Miss Ingle and Miss Charlton. The halls were filled with lost 8th. graders the first few days, but we finally settled down to work . In the fall of ' 49, we returned to B. C. H. S. , where we were no longer 8th. graders, but were members of the Fresh- man Class. Our interests were broadening and many of us joined clubs. There were several who went out for basket- ball and no w are outstanding players. Then in ’50, we came back as Sophomores. By now, we were even more confident of ourselves and we took part in more activities than before. With only a few Juniors, we gave the Senior prom, which was a success. On returning to school in September of ’51, we were al- most surprised to find ourselves Juniors. This being the year that there were only six seniors, we were in top place. We took a leading part in the Commencement Exercises, at which, we presented the six Seniors corsages of white roses. On September 5th, 1952, we entered Central as Seniors. Out of 87 of our classmates of the 8th. grade, only 44 re- mained. During the first semester we lost one of these. This year was full of activities. One of the most exciting occa- sions was ordering our rings. We measured for our Caps and Gowns and ordered our cards and invitations. This made us think that Graduation was near. We are looking forward to our Senior trip, which has not been planned. We are sure that the Junior-Senior prom will be a success. We will treas- ure the memories of all our happy days at Central and we will remember our teachers’ kind guidance. To our teachers and the students of B. C. H. S. , the Class of ’53 bids a fond adieu.

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Prophecy (TOMORROW) Here it was 1973 — Phyllis Adams (now Mrs. Jamerson) and I had decided to take a vacation for a while and travel some. We went to the airport to make reser- vations for our trip in a space-ship. To our surprise there at the reservation desk was Beulah Forbes. Looking around we saw more of our 1953 class mates. There was Bessie Carter, Mamie Moss, and Betty Seay, who were file clerks, and even Ame- lia Safritt, private secretary to the mana- ger. While talking, we found that the man- ager was none other than James Harmon. We found that we would have to meet our space-ship at a larger airport, so we de- cided to call a taxi to take us there. Whom should we find driving the taxi, but Richard Huddleston. We had started to get into the taxi when a truck came roaring by — getting our wits back we found the driver to be Johnny Crute. Finally, we continued on our way . Riding along through the country, we saw many farms. Richard pointed these out to be those of the Crews boys (Richard and Robert), Donald Coleman’s, Keith Bryant’s and even Charles Roberts’. We were happy to see so many signs of wealth and prosper- ity in our home county. Upon arriving in the city, we went to the information desk and who did we find sitting behind it but Marjorie Self. She told us when our ship left, so we sat down to wait for it. Finally, we boarded our ship and were ready to go. Easing ourselves back for the trip, Phyllis noticed the headlines in the pa- per, “Harvey Charlton Honored As Out- standing Professor of Physics In The U.S. He had just been awarded the Nobel prize in Physics. Reading on, we found that Annie Mae Mason was his assistant. Then the stewardess, who was Lucille Toney, stopped at our seat and told us we were going to land for awhile to refuel. When we had landed at the Space -Air- port, we decided to get ourselves a snack. Walking into the restaurant, we saw a sol- dier, who else was it but Kyle Knott, now a graduate of West Point, with his pal, Dr. Roger Hardiman and Richard Throckmorton, a machinist . We sat down and the waitress, Junell Rafferty, brought us the menu. While we were ordering, Joan Poole, who was now a successful attorney came in and joined us. While we were talking, we found that Patsy Dunevant was now Mrs. Ray Jamerson, and was very happy. Also, Grace Blackwell and Jack Austin were school teachers at B. C. H.S. When we asked about Rose Marie Jones, she said that she was now Mrs. Tay- lor, and her daughter was graduating that year. We soon finished our snack and con- tinued our trip. Getting back on the space-ship, we were nearly trampled by a bunch of boys and whom did we find among them but “Coach” Melvin Jamerson. While talking to him, we found that he was coach at B.C. H.S. and his team was to play the Spaceland Team. On his team were good players, but he was particularly proud of Madaline Rip- ley’s son, the Onks boy. During our con- versation we found ihat Cullen Rosen was now Floor Walker at the Dillwyn Depart- ment Store. He told me also that Ray Tap- scott and Harry Pearson were still farming and that Elois Watson, now Mrs. William Agee, was Home Economics teacher at B.C. H.S. and Iva Worrell was the Home Demon- stration Agent of Buckingham County. We decided to watch our television set awhile. The announcer was Otis Worley. Sitting at the piano was Pansy Jamerson. The program was to award the prizes for outstanding commercial achievement. He gave first prize to Rodney Word for out- standing accountant; then to Barbara Guill for fast speed typist and Joyce Ownby for shorthand skill. Then the stewardess told us to fasten our safety belts, that we were going to make a forced landing. The last we heard was a crash . Awaking, I found myself to be in a hos- pital. There was my nurse, Elizabeth Har- ris. She told me I had a visitor, and Olga Batista came in to see me. She told me her Beauty Shoppe was doing wonderful business . I found that Phyllis had been hurt too, but we could leave now if we wanted to. We went to the desk to check out and there sat Louise Miles . Our husbands met us to take us home. On the way, they told us that Milton Hud- dleston had been honored for his outstanding farm exhibits . With this, we realized we had had enough vacation and were content to just stay home and rest for the next 20 years. Betty Stout Class Prophet

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Cast Will and Testament ' ill e, the graduating class of Buckingham Central High School, of the county of Buckingham, state of Virginia, and the re- public of the United States, being of legal High School age, sound of mind, pure of heart, and set in our ways, do declare this to be our Last Will and Testament hereby revoking any and all wills heretofore made by us . We, the Senior Class of 1953, do will and bequeath to the Faculty, the memories of the Class as they will never have another one like it . We, the Senior Class of 1953, do will and bequeath to the Junior Class, our abi- lity to have their wishes granted and our radio we won . We, the Senior Class of 1953, do will and bequeath to Buckingham Central High School, the pleasant changes this class has made . We, Lucille Toney and Louise Miles, do will and bequeath our ability to dance to Margie Shumaker and Carolyn Jones. I, Grace Blackwell, do will and be- queath my ability to become a Senior to J ean B ryant . I, Hirbey J. Chulston, hereby will my prosition as Herotical Alcamest of da Sad- dest Departmunt of de Henstitute of Buck- ingona Centrola Heigh to henyone . I, Phyllis Adams, do will and bequeath to Mutt Robinson my ability to go from class to class without hitting someone in the pro- cess. I, Annie May Mason, do will and be- queath my ability to be BCHS’ “Chewing Gum Champion to Pauline Harris. I, Rodney Word, do will and bequeath all my girl friends to Jimmy Charlton. I, Mamie Moss, do will and bequeath to Paula Hill my seat in Government Class and hope that she will use it to the best ad- vantage . I, Barbara Guill, do will and bequeath my quiet ways to anyone who can’t keep his mouth shut . I, John Austin, do will and bequeath my ability to be quiet and to pay attention in Algebra class to Howard Shipp. I, Amelia Safritt, do will and bequeath my band uniform to anyone who is big enough to fill it, and may they have as much enjoy- ment with it as I have. I, Iva Worrell, do will and bequeath my front seat in classes to anyone who wants to learn. I, Marjorie Self, do will and bequeath my seat in Government class to anyone who can get along with Mr . Shotzberger and make passing grades. I, Rose Marie Jones, do will and be- queath my quiet ways to Mutt Robinson and may he improve in his conduct in the hall. I, Elizabeth Harris, do will and be- queath my science trips to Lucy Wootton. She should enjoy the sights next year. I, Olga Batista, do will and bequeath the front seat in English class to anyone who wants to learn English. I, Otis Worley, do will and bequeath my flirty ways to any Junior who is man enough to handle such a job. I, Bessie Carter, do will and bequeath my ability to hold Secretary and Treasurer of F.H. A. to any girl who can handle the Big Job . I, Betty Stout, do will and bequeath my ability to get my work done to anyone who can bear the weight of the homework papers and books . I, Joan Poole, do will and bequeath my ability to play basketball to anyone who has the desire but not the ability. I, Pansy Jamerson, do will and be- queath my ability to read books to anyone who needs it . I, Robert Crews, do will and bequeath my History book to someone who is smarter than I am. I, Melvin Jamerson, do will and be- queath nothing, as I am taking everything with me . I, John Crute, do will and bequeath my ability to shave to Allan Shepherd. I, Kyle Knott, do will and bequeath my big shoes to anyone whose feet are big enough to fill them . I, Roger Hardiman, do will and bequeath my ability to leave girls alone to C.C. Shu- maker . I, Betty Seay, do will and bequeath my height to Frankie Throckmorton. I, Ray Tapscott, do will and bequeath all my girl friends to anyone not lucky enough to have one . I, Richard Throckmorton, do will and bequeath my ability to get in trouble to Billy Miller . I, Madaline Ripley, do will and bequeath my flirting ability to anyone who flirts more than I. I, Junell Rafferty, do will and bequeath my dusty seat on Bus No. 3, to anyone crazy enough to want it . I, Patsy Dunevant, do will and bequeath my basketball suit, Number 8, which I have had four years, to Carolyn Jones. I, Beulah Forbes, do will andbequeath my ability to get along with Mr. Hurt to Shirley Stout . I, Joyce Ownby, do will and bequeath my dusty seat on Bus No. 15, to anyone who can afford a dust cloth. I, Richard Crews, do will and bequeath my government book to any Junior who is fortunate enough to need one. I, Cullen Rosen, do will and bequeath my height to Henry Maxey. I, James Harmon, do will and bequeath my ability to get to school late to Bill Stan- ley . I, Donald Coleman, do will and bequeath my “height to Alton Ragland. I, Keith Bryant, do will and bequeath my studious ways to Ernest Taylor. I, Richard Huddleston, do will and be- queath the school bus I drive to anyone who can handle the Kids”. I, Milton Huddleston, do will and be- queath my quiet ways to Lyle Ranson. I, Charles Roberts, do will andbequeath my “naughty ways to James Dixon. Hereunto have we set our hands and seals this day in the year of our Lord, One Thousand Nine Hundred and Fifty-three. Beulah Forbes and Committee