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

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' I M 1 ii, R y 9 ' 'fe 9 X Q Ml U ' if ff.D5HqOQ!d . , , l lx x' l iw? , c P! -.l..,,..E Xi L' I 4 K 1511!- lt is the year of 1964. Ten long eventful years have passed since the fam- ous class of 1954 of Gilbert High School on that never-to-be-forgotten day of the 16th of May crossed the stage of the Gilbert Theatre where they received their coveted diploma of graduation. Now, the class is having it's first re- union in the beautiful new building that to us was only a dream. How we wish- ed for this new building back in our senior year of 1954 but little did we ex- pect on our return ten years later to find the beautiful structure that we are about to enter. The we refers to Sylvia Walker, secretary of the Depart- ment of Justice, Washington, D. C. and Carol Ann Browning, concert pian- ist in New York, who breathlessly arrived four hours late to this day of re- union activities, that have been so efficiently planned by the homecoming com- mittee who is Bill Peak, city morticiang Don Hatfield, local high school prin- cipalg Evelyn Hatfield, secretary of the Gilbert Chamber of Commerce, and Jean Lester, librarian of our Alma Mater. We were met at the airport by our old friend, Red Dawson, who owns a fleet of taxis from here to the west coast. We hopped in his cab and went tearing down the broad, busy, streets of Gilbert, then up Route 52, until we came to what we remembered as the old Lion's Den. There, near the entrance of that beautiful architectural vision stood two handsome cops directing traffic. We started to go on by but were tapped on the shoulder with a hi-ya, hi-hat , in a familiar tone that could come from no other lips than those of our close pals, Kenton Snodgrass and Harold Noe. On to the big revolving door we dashed but here we paused again, for who else could be standing at the door greeting all the old classmates as they re- turned except that buckin' bronco buckaroo, the one and only cowhand and ranch owner, Raymond Cline. He greeted us with a hi, you all. Glad to see you all after these ten years of wandrinf' 46