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

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CLASS POEM In the happy days we’ve spent At Dear Old Central High We’ve all worked and strived for the goal That soon will be nigh. We’ve filled the years with laughter And tried not to think, in our fun Of the day we’d all say good-bye Tho knowing it had to come, When we’ve reached the hour of parting Our hearts will beat with pain; Because we know there will be some We may never meet again. But we’ll hold our heads up high And walk proudly down the aisle, Say good-bye to Old Central High And through our tears there’ll be a smile. Louise Watson CLASS SONG Wake the town and tell the people. We have finally reached our goal. We will soon be leaving Central, We are sorry to be told. As we dream into the future. As we face the world alone, We’ll remember all our school days In our educational home. Now we are leaving you, Just a part of us behind. But in our mem-o-ry. Thoughts of school you’ll always find. Wake the town and tell the people. That we Seniors now must part. Saying, sadly, “Good-bye Central.” You are ever in our hearts. 3 r jr m m -PL r r i gLi- W ' 1 J . ' ip 9 Shelby Jean Harris

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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

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Cool ? ? ? Check That Pose ! ! Wow! ! ! Stop frowning! ! Future Homemakers Attention! ! ! What Just Lookin q uaw What’cha Got! ! ! Our Gang (Senior Class) Going Some Place ? ? ? 1 , 2, 3, - go ! ! !