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

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on again, only to be interrupted this time by the announcement of a special homecoming edition of the Gilbert News which Editor, Lowell Gibson, had prepared for his classmates. After we received our complimentary copies, Principal Hatfield suggested that it was time to tour the rest of the building. He- lflllflbfl us to the large recreation room and showed us the many games that Pliysical Education Director, Larry Lester, used to work with his boys. He- then rcinducted us on down the hall, and showed us lovely murals that were painted by Artist, Gail Billups. We peeped into Zeke's band room on our may and then we went to the shop. Here we were shown count- less beautiful objects that Ray Nester, Industrial Arts Instructor, had taught his boys to make. As we came back down the hall, we noticed a familiar-looking figure standing by the trophy case, and who should it be but Bert Lee Cline, admir- ing the trophies that he had helped to win in his high school days. There was one sad note to our reunion. One member of our class could not be with us. That was Bonnie Blankenship, who had been in the Woman's Air Force for the past ten years and was now a lieutenant stationed in Germany. As a tribute to our one absentee member, we all grouped together and sand My Bonnie Is Over the Ocean. Time was growing short and soon we would have to be rushed back to the airport, but one person we must see before we go and that was Phyllis Cline. Phyllis, owner of the town's most exclusive dress and jewelry shop, had been kept so busy all day and evening, working with costumes, arrang- ing flowers, and numerous other tasks that she could always do so well, that we'd hardly had time to speak a word to her, so we must spend a few minutes with her before we depart, but these minutes were short, for we had hardly begun talking, when Dr. Franklin Noe came to us and told us that he would fly us over to the airport in his helicopter that he used to make his medical calls, so two tired but happy people again said good-bye to their former classmates and friends. As the big airliner soared through the night, we still seemed to hear the plaintive melody of Auld Lang Syne. f'4'k ww ik Ig' X N155 ,

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