Glass High School - Crest Yearbook (Lynchburg, VA)

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CHARLIE ' CHARLES MURRAY, '64 . They called him Charlie, The old man, or iusT plain Pop, buT.he never responded wiThouT a biT oT hesiTaTion unless ex- ciTed. He was noT a very old man, buT counTed his years some- where in The sixTies. DigniTied in sTaTure, Though slow oT TooT, he could oTTen be Tound plodding along The road, each heavy sTep raising small swirls oT Thick, red dusT behind him. His aTTire was The simplesT, consisTing only of a used pair oT overalls, which neighbors Told me were once blue, a shirT which had noT seen The rungs oT a washboard Tor someTime, a red bandana Tied loosely around his neck, and an ancienT, baTTered Tedora siTTing TriumphanTly aTop his head. Wherever Charlie mighT go, a small, black dog oT quesTionable breeding was always Tound Trailing behind him. l-le would Trisk and run around The man, seeking his aTTenTion wiTh a varied degree oT success. Charlie's dwelling was a raTher unTidy hole, unpainTed ouT- side andunclean wiThin. BuT Charlie cared liTTle Tor The luxuries oT a modern home. l-le did have a Tew valuable possessions, however, among which were a small radio and a sporTy pair oT sun glasses which he wore regardless of The weaTher. Several Times a year he would be visiTed by a group oT well-meaning ladies from a local church group, who always Tried To enTice The sheep back To The Told. This always proved amusing, Tor Charlie held Them in no higher regard Than his laying hens and meT cluck wiTh cluck unTil They reTreaTed down The road in disgusT. l-le was noT compleTely wiThouT religion, Tor every Sunday evening The vibranT voice oT Billy Graham would come driTTing Through The air Trom his liTTle radio. Some say Charlie was lazy and a Tramp, buT I Think noT. I-le was guilTy only oT living his own liTe in his own way, a crime Tor which There should be no punishmenT. 20 THE CRITIC

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J. C. Murphy, '64 MISS MELINDA LAURI13 DICKRNS, '64 T HE man took off his hat as the young lady stepped into the ele- vator. She scarcely wasted a glance on the man, but his piercing gaze did not escape her. She hated to keep looking at him but he was staring at her as if he Wanted to speak. A Aren't you Melinda Banks P , he finally blurted out. His words echoed throughout the small elevator and startled the lady. VVhy, yes. Am I supposed to know you?l' Donlt you r e m e m b e r Mrs. Finkles' third grade class at Smith Grammar School? I'm the boy who sat behind you and wrote you all those love notes. l'm Ole Ted Hutch- ins. Remember ? 22 Oh, of course. Ole Ted. Do you live in this apartment building? I'm on the fifth floor. It would be swell if we could get to- gether sometime. I'm a doctor now. No, I don't live here. I'm going to a party on the seventh floor. VVell, here's my floor. Certainly was good to see you again. I'll be calling you sometime, Melinda. Bye now and call me just anytime, Ole Ted. ' Seventh floor, mam, the eleva- tor operator called. Joe Brown Walked out of the ele- vator, held his sides to keep from laughing, patted his wig, straightened the seams in his stockings and headed for the masquerade party. THE CRITIC