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

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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

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In having ,trouble. You'd better stop those two boys from fighting. So that's Delorice Manuel E bOy- No wonder he's as tough as an ox. She was always a 'wonder woman' herself. Let's drive on and see the school. What 'do you know, they finally got the new 5011001 they were talking about. Stop! I want to go in. Well, Alice Lester, and you've finally got Mrs. Browning's technique in keepinganice library. Of course we all remem- ber. her! How could we ever forget? She was just like a train--at every class period she d blow her top, then cool off and chug along. It was no wonder her blood pressure :ses high. But we all thought she was the best sponsor in GHS. I sure would like to Look at that snazzy new Grade School. What's Dorothy Trent doing over there? Is she the principal's assistant? What? She's the principal! Iremember that she wanted to be a kindergarten teacher, but I didn't think she had that much ambition. Well, I guess I'd better be on my way. New York is a long way off. Everybody seems to have gotten what he wanted out of life. That is, everybody ex- cept me. What heck! Caught in a traffice jam. Hey, you big boob! Oh, he can't hear me for the horns. I'll just go up there and tell him off. Doggone these new fangled skirts. Guess I'll have to take a runnin' go so I can jump upon the runnin' board. Oh, I didn't mean to hit--why Auldie Collins! What are you doing driving this four- lane buggy? So you're driving for the 'Mov-vit' Company? Well, what rich dude are you moving now? Nancy Justice? Why I know her. So, she's moving to Texas. She'll need a ranch from the looks of those kids heads a-peepin' out of those air-holes. Well, let's get this crate moving. Home again! Hey, Katy, where are you going? You know I always take a hot bath when I get home! Go fix my water. You quit! Why? Today was supposed to be payday and my husband's broke? What do you mean broke, and where is he, the cad? Oh, wait 'til I get my hands on that bum. Larry Justice! What brings you to New York, and how did you find where I live? You're an F.B.I. Agent? How nice. What do you mean-you're taking me to jail. Wasn't that what you wanted to- see me about? You're arresting my husband? Now that sounds better! For what? Embezzlement? Why does he have to embezzle money? He has plenty. That's how he got his start? Why, the poor dear. I had no idea he'd gone through so much just to satisfy my expensive desires. Where is he? Oh, my gosh! It looks like he's passed out! Norma Jean, get me some water, quick! You remember Miss Murphy, don't you Larry. She's my husband's stenographer. What did you say? I-Ie's dead! Oh, what am I going to do? No money! Well, no wonder he had a heart failure. I guess he's expected it to catch up with him before now. Larry, will you help Norma Jean find a job with some big firm? She's a very good stenographer and she deserves the best. Idon't want her name involved in this scandal. Guess I'd better call my lawyer to get me out of this mess. Who's that talking? Spencer! But I'm not cra--Ohh--Miss Spencer. I used to have a school chum whose last name was Spencer! The last I heard of her, she was about to marry a lawyer. Her name was Athlene. You're Athlene? I guess you remember me, then. You do! Oh, yes, my husband was quite famous. Well, tell Mr. Windmill I'm in Dutch again and to come down at his earliest convenience and sooner if possible. Whew, I'm glad that's over with, I'm free but broke. I have one consolation, though. I didn't have to join the chain gang. I never did look good in stripes. I guess I'll wander down to Times Square. They say if you walk long enough you'll meet someone you know. Say, don't I know this guy walking down the street? Frank Ellis, what are you doing dressed up like a Philadelphia lawyer? Come on. Lets go in this resteurant and talk over a cup of coffee. So you're a millionaire? Well, I used to be. The wrinkles in my face are getting so bad I doubt if I can catch another one, unless he's as old as Math- usala. But who cares, as long as he has money. Have I got a dime? No, I haven't, but what did you want it for? You're broke! I thought you said you were rich. Rich in brains and not one penny in your pocket. That's wha! I call a poor millionaire. We'd better go back to the kitchen and start washing dishes to pay for our coffee. That is, unless you have enough of rich brains to get us out of it. I guess that's the way most of us will spend the rest of our lives, anyway. arried. Are these all hers? Oh, you're careing for the nursery. Seems like you're