Falmouth High School - Indian Legend Yearbook (Falmouth, VA)

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OJt le Indian £eg nd f 9:oAty,-tPi ' iee - PROPHECY Let us pause for a moment, lower the lights, and gaze into the future as revealed in our magic crystal ball. What do we see? Where are the members of the Class of ’43 Along what strange paths do they wander? An image appears before us; it brightens and grows distinct. Can it be —yes, it is Elmer Carneal! There he is on his great black horse “Mid¬ night”; just as he appeared in his latest western success, “Carneal’s Last Ride.” The scene changes. We see an artist before his easel. It is none other than Adrian Hamm, now a leading painter of the Twentieth Century. This image fades and is replaced by a vision of a thriving little city set among rolling hills and pleasant dales. Before us appears a sign which reads “Welcome to Middletown, U. S. A., the Garden Spot of the Uni¬ verse.” On the outskirts of the town there is located an elaborate “Brown’s Auto Court” operated by Harry Brown and his charming bride, the former Agnes Verburg. Just within the city limits we see “Ye Olde U. S. O. Clubbe.” On the steps there are a number of familiar figures. There is Rosann Lu.pton, who serves as a very capable hostess for the “Clubbe”. Beside her is her effic¬ ient boss, Maurice Barber, “Clubbe” director. They seem to be bidding farewell to two distinguished officers dripping with medals and gold braid. They are none other than Harold Odham, Admiral of the Pacific Fleet, and Lt. General Norman H. Clark. Leaving this pleasant picture the Crystal Ball now seems to take us on a tour of the business section of Middletown. First we see “The Dew Drop Inn” a cozy tea room operated by Esther Haynes. Just across the street is the “Snappie School of Photography” under the direction of our good friend, Frances Snellings. Nestled next to the school we find “The Lotta Bull Beauty Shop.” We read the sign before it which informs us that the shop is managed by Clifton Burton who specializes in the manipulation of men’s hair. Within the same block we find Paul Leslie’s Dress Shoppe, the star attraction of which is his graceful model, Katheryn Posey. Just leaving a little chapel across the way, there appears a gay wedding party. The groom strongly resembles our old friend Cecil Burton, while his blushing bride looks suspiciously like Alma Burton. Slowly Middletown grows misty and indistinct. It is replaced by spires of New York’s magic skyline. The Crystal Ball now gives us a series of scenes from the lives of our friends whn are now living in this Metropolis. First, we see Edna Smith just stepping off the boat after visiting King Upperstring now in exile in Shangri La. Second, we see a room in Nellie Skinner’s luxurious penthouse on Park Avenue. It is cluttered with nota¬ bles, among them the President of the United States, Kenneth Cox, trailed by his devoted secretary, Leathie Mae Jett. Next we get a quick view of the Streamline Beauty Club for Reducing under the management of Gloria Peregoy. Here we see Hazel Hanks taking some of those famous exercises which won for her the title of “Miss Streamline of 1953.” In a downtown shopping district we find two thriving business estab¬ lishments: Madame Fifi’s Classical Shoppe of Drapery, operated by Hazel Skinner, Alene Patton and Mary Nash; and “The Fizzle-Wizzle Beauty Salon,” owned and managed by Katherine Patton and Vera Barber. Next, a great broadcasting studio flashes before our eyes , and we are delighted to see Johnnie Benton who has now taken over Bill Stern’s “Highlights from the Sports News of the Day.” In a nearby studio we find Dan Moore TWENTY-NINE

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- JAt 9ndiasx £eg,end fyo-h, ’QoA£y, ih f ie ... OUR CLASS HISTORY History for the last four years has been, for us, a required subject and some of us have enjoyed it while some of us have not. However, class¬ mates, the history that I am about to read—our class history—is made up of memories that each of us will cherish, no matter where we go or what we do. We entered high school in 1939 as one of the largest freshman classes in the history of Falmouth High School. Because of the size of our class, we were divided into two groups. We spent this first year getting acquaint¬ ed with each other, our teachers, and our new environment. We returned to school the next year as sophomores. Although we did not number as many as in the previous year, we were still a large group. We had as our home room teacher, Miss Yeager, who was new to the ways of Falmouth. We enjoyed her one year with us very much. During this year we lost our principal, Mr. Bolton, who was one of our dearest friends and advisors. At the beginning of our junior year we had a new principal, Mr. Nicholls, with whom we were soon well acquainted. We were also begin¬ ning to be recognized as an up-and-coming class. Our boys and girls were on the basketball team; and we took part in the operetta, “In An Old Kentucky Garden”. We also worked very hard during the year in order to raise the necessary money to enable us to entertain the seniors at the annual junior-senior banquet and dance. We entered the senior class with a much smaller number than original¬ ly, just 52 of us, and during the year we lost several of our boys to Uncle bam. Because of the tragic situation existing in the world and because of our great need to conserve, we did not carry on many activities. Al¬ though we are not graduating with the usual elaborate exercises, we are just as proud and happy to graduate as were any of the classes which preceded us. After tonight, classmates, each of us will go out into a world entirely new to us, a war-torn world, filled with turmoil and strife. May each of us, with the help of God, be led to do the right things for ourselves and for our loved ones. Mabel Hanks TWENTY-EIGHT

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- 3he Indian ftoA ; 3ol ty-thiee yodelling a Western Ballad and accompanying himself on the guitar. Out in Yankee Stadium we find Joseph Jett now starring with the “Yanks” as the greatest player of the year. And now New York disappears from view, and we see the broad acres of the sheep ranch operated in Wyoming by Joseph Beagle and Francis Brown. This is followed by a scene showing Marion Williams on the green lawn of her southern mansion relaxing after writing her recent best-seller, “How to Woo and Win a Sailor.” Nearby we see the ivy-covered cottage in which Mabel Hanks is now residing, following her hilarious honeymo on with Ensign “Rabbit” Sulli¬ van. We next see before us the “Art Magazine of America”. Turning its pages, we find several items of interest. It seems that Thelma Bowling, now a famous sculptor, is devoting her life to remodeling the Mt. Rush- more Memorial statue of George Washington. We are pleased to learn, too, that William Snellings is now editor for “The Little King”; which was a famous comic strip even back in 1943. This vision is replaced by another, featuring a television radio. On its screen we see Charlotte Horne, who has just made her debut as the most popular singer in the Metropolitan Opera. A twist of the wrist brings us a new scene, this time showing Mildred Hemp, featured “songstress” at the famous King’s Tavern near Fredericksburg, Va. We dial another sta¬ tion and hear the dulcet voice of Ardena Callahan. Miss Callahan seems to be reviewing her new book “Life With Sixteen Husbands.” But, wait, they are interrupting the program for a news flash! The state legislature announces that Senator Howard Ward is putting through a bill that will make him leader of the Boy Scouts of America. Ah! The ball grows misty, then clearer. Yes, it is quite clear again. Once more, grand old New York appears. A harried figure paces an elab¬ orate office. It is the business tycoon, Doris Posey, who seems to be having quite a time with her stock market as it is first up and then down. Now we catch a glimpse of the shores of a far-away country. Yes, it is all clear now! We see France; we move inland; and what do you think appears atop the Eiffel Tower in Paris? It is that center of epicurian de¬ light, the quick lunch room operated by Marie Truslow and Alma Ely. We now seem to be traveling many miles. At last the crystal clouds reveal a placid beach in sunny California where we see Marie Verburg, now a famous physical education instructor drilling her pupils on the art of swimming. Leaving this invigorating scene, we are next carried to Baltimore, Md., where we see a wee figure dressed in white moving up and down the corridors of Johns Hopkins Hospital. It is Florence Payne, who has fol¬ lowed her profession as a nurse. Unfortunately, this scene changes too quickly as time seems to be catching up with us, and here we are back in our own county, Stafford. What is this, the latest edition of the Free-Lance Star? The headlines on the front page declare that Silas Hewitt has just been named America’s outstanding farmer of the year. The paper then opens to the Society Sec¬ tion, and we read “Mr. and Mrs. Wellington Berry announce the marriage of their daughter, June Constance to Jack Meredith. The happy pair will reside in nearby Berea Terrace, where the bridgegroom operates “Joe’s Place.” THIRTY