Gilbert High School - Roaring Lion Yearbook (Gilbert, WV)

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-si .:, Oh, isn't it a lovely night? The ocean is so blue and the moon and stars so birght. Who would've ever thought that I, Phyllis Davis, would catch a multi-millionaire even if he is twice my age? Twenty years ago, I remember, I used to roam around the halls of GHS. Now I'm returning to the United States after a world cruise with my husband. The big dope! Of course you know I only married him for his money and after I get all I can of that, I'll hop a plane and leave him thumbing. ' Golly Molly! Look at that handsome man those girls are swarming a.round! Hey waiter, here's twenty bucks. Take this message to the man at the end of the ship and tell him to meet me here in five minutes. !Gulp--I I didn't know it was you! If the girls around Gilbert could see you now. They wouldn't only swoon, they'd pass out! I remember when I used to rock a little myself. So you're playing ball for the Cleveland Indians? Sports was always your field. but I didn't think you would go that far. Well, folks, I guess you know who that was? As two of my high school chums, :'The black faced boys used to say, Dat am de mos hansomest man in de wold. Mr. R. D. Allen, incorporated. Well, I think I'll go in and see what kind of entertainment they have. Waiter, may I have a program, please? Well, look who's on the list, and as main entertainer, too. Miss Josephine Wall! If I were to sing that high my adam's apple would get hung in my throat and I'd never get it down. Besides, I didn't think high school coaches and opera- singing mixed, but you can stir up anything and get nothing out of it. Oh, well, I believe I' ll turn in. My, but it's good to be home again! You know, I think the United States is the best country in the world. Maid, may I have the morning paper? Oh, just look! I'm in the society page with a write-up about my world tour. Wonder who wrote it? Georgia Dean, of all people! She used to be interested in writing plays, but now I see she's head columnist of a New York City newspaper. Wonder what's in this envelope?- - - You are invited to attend a hair style show August 13, 1971, at Jean's Beauty Shoppe on Fifth and High Street. Say,--I bet that'll be good. I think I'll go. Jean Justice, what-the-heck are you doing here? So you're the manager? You also own one thousand beauty shops all over the country! Gosh, that's wonderful! You have some beautiful hair styles. Girls, believe me, this crew-cut hair -do is simply divine. So come in and see her sometime. So long pal. I'll be back for all m hair st les. Mahi tell my? secretary I wish to have reservation on the plane for Daytona, Florida. When my husband returns from conference, please tell him I'm on my way and not to worry about his dear wife. He may expect me back next week. Mmmm. . .Let's see. . . If you no marry me, then my life is no good for living. Now just where have I heard that before? Gary Cline! Haven't you caught a sucker yet? I thought you had one hooked when I saw you last. I don't know whether it's safe or not riding from here to Daytona with you piloting the plane, but I guess I'll ive it a tr . g You dZn't have to scream so loud--l've got sense enought to fasten my safety belt. Mary Lou Pauley! Was that you yelling like that, or the stewardess behind you? So you and Gary both have a contract with Inter-American Air Lines for twenty-five years? You can retire, still floating in the air, with all the money you'll make in that time. I bet you get to be stewardess on the first airship that lands on Pluto. Oh, so you were on the one that landed on Mars? .,. Well, I guess some of the other passengers QQ need attention. Help! Help! Somebody has stolen my diamond necklace! Call the police, call the cops, call anybody, but I want my necklace back! All right, I'll be quiet untill we get landed. The police wish to talk to me? Just let me see them! I'll tell them a thing or two! Jim Blake Hatfield! May I ask what are you doing in a policeman's uniform? Is this a masquerade ball or something? So you're really a cop. I'll be a jumped-up grasshopper! Who did you get your brains from? Your wife! You must have, because you didn't have any when I knew you. If you're'the high hat policeman you claim to be, get to looking for my necklace! You don't have to look any farther--what do you mean? Pud Davis, I never thought Beula's baby would wander this far from home. You mean to say that you're the one that stole my necklace? If I could hop planes and pick pockets as well as you, I'd be a rich hobo too. Jim Blake, you're a good bloodhound but you can let him go. I refuse to press charges. A X S li 4' t4-Y 1

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H Cabpy. take me to the most exclusive hotel in town. I guess I'd better register. S0 you re who the manager called a spit-fired red-head? If I were you, I'd get more ,than just an office job, working in a swankie joint like this. By the way, Betty, wherehs that bird-brain sister of yours? Yes, I remember you had a lot, but only one with bu'd-brains--Joan. Why that dame would even go around looking for a girl to marry her boyfrlelld- Oh, so she's a comedian ontelevision? She always was the wittiest one in the Blankenship family. Hey Betty. call my home in New York and tell my chauffeur to drive down and pick me up. I'm going down to the beach to take a dip. Where's all that whistling coming from? No wonder the wolves are howling! There's Dayneze Stone on the beach and it must be her daughter with her. Looks just like Day used to look--at any rate, I see she's just won the title of Miss America. A reporter asked her what she was going to do now. She said, marry a mining engineer, like my I110fh8r- Of course. we all know who Dayneze married--our basket-ball captain of 1950. The wolves are evidently going in for warmer weather these days. Well, I might as well go back to the hotel. You don't have to run over me! Well, 116110 'Thel'- No wonder that thing acted like it didn't have any brakes. Hey, don't you know better than to let her drive that new Cadaliac around. You can't help it! Why? She's your wife! Thelma Faye Ellis, you mean to say you married an army colonel? If I remember correctly, you had more brains in one side of your head than I had in both of mine, but now you've got the empty change purse and I've got the stuffed billfold. That just goes to show you what people with brains will do. You had better get going, the light turned green. I wonder what I'll do tonight? I believe I'll go down to the Hotshot C1ub and see if I can drum up a bachelor. Well, if it isn't our one and only red head---Jack Jackson! Who do you think you're imitating, running around in tie and 'tails'? So you own the place. I guess you're making barrels of dough. You always were good at chiziling people. Come over and talk to me. My table is up front. Bang! Bang! Oh, the cops are raiding the joint! Oh, I'm shot! Wh--Where am I? In the hospital! Call the undertaker, I'm dying! Jack Phipps, what are you doing here? You're the cop that shot me! Oh no! Why for two cents I'd beat your brains out, that is, if you have any. Nurse, Nurse, how am I? Can I get out in a couple of hours? Juanita Collins! Imagine meeting you here--and a top-notch nurse, too. Uh-oh, with Jack around, that's easy! There's someone at the door. Well, if it isn't 'Sad Sack'--Bob Thompson! How did you wind up in a hospital? They said I called an undertaker? Idon't remember it. I musth've been out of my head and I practically stay that way. Anyhow, what's that got to do with you? You own a funeral agency! Oh, I get it. Jack 'bangs' 'em up, Juanita finished them up, and Bob puts 'em under. My what a set-up! Say, how long will it take you all to get rich like this? A few more old classmates and we could have a real get- together. Hey Desk Clerk! How much do I owe you? Ida Sanson! How come you down South? You're Secretary to Dr. Fleepot and Dr. Higginbottom! Why the sudden change that started you working? It must be the Doc's looks. The police told me to report to the city hall at one o'c1ock. So I guess I'd better get going. Oh, my gosh, I'd hate to spend even one night in this dingy place. Ralph Tramell Of all places to meet anybody! Come on and go with me I've got to go and see the pop-eyes old judge. You know them, they're always old and dried up. Now if he were tall, dark, and handsome, I'd practically live in jail. What are you laughing about? You're the judge? Oh brother! Now I will get life! You're going to let me off just like that? After the way I talked about judges! You don't have to tell me but once that I'm free. Boy, am I glad to get out of there. Another five minutes and I would've talked myself behind bars. Maid, you may prepare to leave. We'll take a few days to tour the country between here and New York. I have a few friends in W. Va. I'd like to see. Chauffeur, turn the radio on, please. 'shot-gun Boogie, all I need is one shot, I'll be back little girl when your pappy runs out of shells.' Well, folks, I don't think that girls needs an introduction. That was one of the Gilbert Creek Clines--the one and only 'Ilean.' Turn it off. So Ilean is singing over W.S.L.M. Nashville, Tennessee, on the Grand Ole Opera. My what a big motor court! Let's spend the night here. 'Hello Phyllis.' Who's that talking? If it isn't the class's most bashful 'bo', Don Lowe. What are you doing in South Carolina? Squeezing the sweetness out of the oranges or the girls. You own this Motel? It sure is a nice place. It's getting kinda late, Ithink I'll hit the sack. So we're coming to the city of Gilbert? Let's drive down main street. Look what a large nursery! Stop! I know that lady in the yard. Hi Romaine! What are you doing? Watching Beverly's kids! Where is Beverly now? Going to business school! That girl sure has determination. She always said she'd go to business School even if she was