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

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CLASS HISTORY 1956 On the top, Seniors, now only forty-one Happy and proud of the work we have done. Rings, invitations, annual, pictures all done Play and trips all to enjoy and success is won. Some dropped, some moved, cupid put in his work, The rest were Juniors who didn’t shirk But climbed these educational stairs With the prom, games, club trips and class cares. Activities varied and new from which to choose To hold the pep and never school spirit loose Hi-Y and Beta, basketball too So many and such interesting things to do. Vocational choices had to be made. Home Ec., Ag., the choice before the grade. Some off to college wanted to go So Latin and Algebra grades had to show. 1952 I Ninety Sub-freshmen entered Centrals’ Hall 1952 group to reach education’s call. All was different, all was new That year we lost only a few. Jewel Duncan Helen Huskey

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AND TESTAMENT I, Alton Merchant do will and bequeath my good grades to anyone who wants them. I, Charles Morgan do will and bequeath my height to Mr. Hupp who seems to like to look down on people. I, Irvin Moss do will and bequeath my flirting ability to Gene Steger. I, Leonard Moss do will and bequeath my typewriter to whom ever uses it and hope they will like it as much as I did. I, Arlene Oliver do will and bequeath my typing ability to Coach Sterrett. I, Francis Poe do will and bequeath my rat infected locker to anybody who wants to share their lunch with rats. I, Johnny Poe do will and bequeath my ability to start back to school to anyone who did not finish. I, Joyce Rafferty do will and bequeath my Pony-tail to Miss Vergilia. I, Frances Ragland do will and bequeath my friendly ways to the conceited stu- dents at Central. I, Arlene Ragland do will and bequeath my “loquaciousness to Mary Virginia Charlton. I, Allen Richardson do will and bequeath my bus job to anybody who is fool enough to want to go crazy. I, Russell Robertson do will and bequeath my ability to do shop work to anyone who likes to do shop work. I, Gordon Rush do will and bequeath my ability as a bus driver to all the back seat drivers on No. ‘8’. I, Mamie Rose Shepherd do will and bequeath my ability to fall in love to Mary Virginia Charlton. I, Ray Shores do will and bequeath my ability to run the movie projector to Henry Newton. I, Corson Spencer do will and bequeath my Physics book to Bossieux Shepard and hope that he makes better grades than I did. I, Ora Stinson do will and bequeath my seat on Bus No. 23 to Evelyn Kitchen. I, Billy Reid Talbott do will and bequeath my ability to get to school on time to anyone who can rise early enough in the morning to do so. I, Louise Taylor do will and bequeath my ability to chew chewing gum to Miss Garnett. I, Louise Watson do will and bequeath my ability to become an old maid to any girl who can struggle through life alone. I, Carthy Ann Whorley do will and bequeath my ability to play a piano to anyone who wants to live a Liberace life. I, Ann Wooten do will and bequeath my quietness to all who ride Bus No. 23. I, Ray Worrell do will and bequeath my height to anyone who likes outer space and cannot afford a rocket ship. Mamie Rose Shepherd Edith Gordon

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CLASS PROPHECY The 1956 graduates of Buckingham Central High School celebrated something very special on the evening of June 5, 1961. In the little white church, Mamie Rose Shepherd marched down the aisle where she was joined by Corson Spencer and was marriedby the Rev. Charles Morgan. During the ceremony a special song was ren- dered by the now famous Metropolitan Opera stars, Louise Watson and Frances Rag- land who were accompanied by Carthy Ann Whorley, who is now taking piano lessons from Liberace. After the quiet wedding Betty Bruce gave the reception in her home to which all of the classmates were invited. This turned out to be hours of wonderful pleasure. We, Jean Baber, now reporter of the Scottsville Sun, Audrey Forbes, reporter of the Farmville Herald and Betsy Hardiman, reporter and founder of Dillwyn Dispatch, arrived early to fill our social columns. We chatted among some of the first arrivals who would be no other than Helen Huskey, just in from Paris wearing one of her Modeling frocks, Jewel Duncan, now Mrs. Hamilton Harris, and also Hazel Burks, now Mrs. Junior Tyree. She told us that Shelby Harris had accompained her husband to Washington on a business trip. We made our way to the door to greet Ned McCraw, who is the rich owner of a Curdsville Hot Dog Stand. He brought three of his employees, Louise Taylor, book- keeper, Ora Stinson, typist and Ressie Adcock, stenographer; they all reported busi- ness was good for figures, letters kept them busy and Ressie always had plenty of dictation. We were happy to find the US Army well represented by William Firestone and Alton Merchant, who wete home on leave. While in Spain, they had seen Ray Worrell now serving with the Navy. While having punch we conversed with some old friends, Gordon Ayres, bat boy for the N. Y. Yankees, Henry Fulcher, disc-jocky for WFLO and who should come along but Allen Richardson and Henry Maxey, who reported they had given up their gay doings and settled down as lonely bachelo rs and successful farmers. Chatting with more of our friends we found that Russell (Mutt) Robertson had just won a vic- tory in a boxing match, since he had five years of practice in our old school days. We were then greeted by Arlene Ragland, now a nurse, who had just had her first pa- tient, Ray Shores, who had eaten too much Tastee Freeze. To our surprise in walked Bernard Brooks with his wife (former Miss America) and everyone was raving over “Brookie Jr.” and who should be his nurse but cute little Joyce Rafferty. We were simply amazed to find that Ann Wooten had dyed her hair a flaming red. She came with her boss. All during the reception, Irvin Moss was campaigning for Billy Reid Talbott, running for Mayor of Dillwyn. Francis and Johnny Poe reported they were in busi- ness together, “The Poe Loan Fund,” but IOU’s were popular with them. Showing up late was Jimmy Dunnavant, now a lawyer, with his present client Joyce Bryant, who was being sued for running her Cadillac through Gordon Rush’s egg hatchery. The bridal bouquet was caught by Arlene Oliver; this left her blushing when she announced her engagement. The couple left on their honeymoon by plane, which was loaned to them by Leon- ard Moss, who is the owner of the Bradshaw Air Field. The pilot for the flight was Edith Gordon, who is a lady pilot and head of the CAP. The couple planned to end their honeymoon in Florida where they would stop to see our old school teacher, Miss Garnett, who is by now rich and gray. Jean Baber Audrey Forbes Betsy Hardiman