George Washington High School - Cavalier Yearbook (Danville, VA)

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Among My Souvenirs

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the AtrucjCfle against 7- June: Safely first, said Mr. Policeman to the liny folk of ihe seventh grade, but from the appearance of Mary Vaden’s looking on either side of the street she’ll get both Brantley Jones and herself across minus the help of the policeman. As we always say a little extra help gets you a long way. This picture was often enacted when the rush of kids got too much for the poor perplexed drivers. The scene brings back old memo- ries to us seniors who haven’t been walked across the street in Y-E-A-R-S. Pretty neat jobs (the motor bikes, that is) guaranteed to gel you to school on time or (the office should never hear of this) furnish you an excuse for being late. The slccpy-heads call it motor trouble, you know. At the moment John Dickenson is doing a little experimenting on how much he can cram into the back of his scooter with the interesting but not too helpful suggestions of Lawrence Mann and Roger Ferguson. As we gel it from the boys, If you want to solve your problems, and incidentally add new ones, buy a motor bike.” Some walked, some rode motor bikes, but these people came to school in style. They arrived so swiftly in a brand new Oldsmobile that there was plenty of time for a jam session. Wonder what the big discussion was about—possibly the Homecoming Dance with the choice of a queen and her attendants or maybe the more serious question of when would we get a new school and where would it be. Whatever it was you can be sure it was lively talk with Anne, Henry and Margie disagreeing with Mills and Jim while Arch and Betsy look on with good humor. All good things come to an end, so books were hastily grabbed and each made a wild dash for his homeroom as the tardy bell rang.

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ivere human. The »ixly-four dollar question was. Arc teacher human? We think thi picture prove they are. Gathered 1 . Mu ic hath charm», especially when played by the»e two gentlemen. Mr. Stryker and Mr. Sturgcll were always willing to render their latest arrangement and, believe you me, we were always willing to listen. Anything from blues to the classical sounds appealing when played by this talented twosome. We in Mr. Sturgell's history classes wouldn't have been surprised to hear the Presidents of the United States recited to the tune of My Funny Valen- tine 'cause the man claimed he just couldn't get music out of his system. around to have their share of fun were Mr. Smith, Miss Sours, Mr. Sutherlin, Miss Brown and Mr. Craig. They look as happy as if we weren’t right around the corner. Maybe they were discussing Mr. Craig's urgent invitation from Uncle Sam. It must have been urgent, because he left within a week after making this remark, 1 knew I should have stayed behind the snowdrift in the hills of West Virginia! Oh. happy day! It’s a boy, fellas I These excited outbursts followed by a sudden shower of cigar announced the arrival of Douglas Rupert Jones, Jr. This wa one precious package Ole Santa couldn't wait to deliver, 0-0 on the morning of December I, Mary and Doug Jones found Junior in their stocking. A few howls and a boisterous inquiry of Where's breakfast? proved they had a bouncing baby boy who had certainly inherited his Fathers appetite and both parents good looks. The first lucky teachers to hear the good news were Mr. Bacon. Mr. Beyea, Mr. Sturgell and Mr. Houser who con- gratulated the proud Pop heartily. Mr. Sturgell gave the timely advice to be sure to rule baby with a stern hand or else fifteen years from now he absolutely would refuse to teach little Doug his history, for, There is nothing I dislike so much as an undisciplined young man.” Well, everyone finally quieted down; even Mr. Jones who claimed the excitement had been too much for him and who was sure he would never be the same again. We're sure too. 'cause walking Junior at three a. m. does things to change a man.