Glass High School - Crest Yearbook (Lynchburg, VA)

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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

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ff D! A Nice Young Man MEG CHRISTIAN, '64 T I-IE wild-eyed young man and lvlrs. Emma Brown, owner of the fastest mouth on River Street, were alone in the self-service elevator. She noticed the perspiration running down his face and the strange way he was shaking. But most of all she noticed that he was somebody to talk to. How she loved to talk. - ' Hello, young man. Is anything the matter? Dreadful weather we're having, isn't it? Lady, I got something inside of me that's just gotta come out. I just gotta tell somebody 'cause I can't stand it any longer . . . There is simply nothing more depressing than rainy weather-- especially on a Wednesday! Wednesday is such a nice shopping day. Please listen to me! Last night I had a fight with my mother. She said I was a no-good bum and ain't nobody gonna call me that and get away with it. Like I was saying to Thelma the other day-Thelma, she's my next-door neighbor-there is the most wonderful little dress shop that just opened and they have the most wonderful bargains, and I simply must get down there and buy everything! So I took the carpet sweeper and hit her over the head and she screamed so I hit ther again-an-d then she fell on the floor and started bleeding all over the rug. I just kept hitting her and hitting her until she stopped bleeding . . . So here I am, and I just want' to tell you, if they have sold out of size 16 in the yellow chiffon, they are going to have an angry woman on their handsf' Then I carried her body downstairs and put it in the Washing ma- chine and turned it on and then I ran out of the house. Ilve been running and hiding ever since and I just can't stand it any more. I'm going to go kill myself as soon as I get off this elevator. And there's the most DARLING little French number in lavender and beige that I made them hold for me. I'm going to wear it at the bridge club party tomorrow night. The girls will simply shrivel with envy. Oh Lord, lady, when I think of what I did to my sweet little grey- haired mother-she was 97-I'm not even going to wait until I get off! I'm going to hang myself right here. You better get off, lady. You won't want to see this. Well, FINALLY! Thereis simply no excuse for an elevator being so slow. Ta, ta, young man. Nice to talk to you. As the elevator doors closed behind -her, Mrs. Brown said to herself, What a nice young man. Not very attentive though. I don't believe he heard a single Word I said. THE CRITIC 23