Glass High School - Crest Yearbook (Lynchburg, VA)

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Cofver Design: Jack Sutor Center Spread: Betty and Peggy Whitaker N ON-FI C TI ON : 8 Doodling-John Ufheeler IO A Visit With A Gunsmith--Carolyn Gills I5 Troll Addiction-Karen Caruso 27 Sandusky-Carolyn Cobb 35 A Winter Sketch-Bill Desmond 38 Lonely Lady-.driadna JVIeKenna 39 Snow: Another View . . .-Carolyn Cobb 39 . . . A Mystery-Karerz Caruso 40 A VVinter Cont1'ast-Meg Christian POETRY: 9 Down Dark Chasms-Lindanne Hawkins I4 Study Hall--Judy Foster I6 I Paused A Moment Upon A Hill-Sally Wood 2I Of Melody Bell Who Fell In The Well-Bill Desmond 36 The Dance Of The Fire Gods-Gale Day 4 THE CRITIC

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How Stacy and Hank H . OD rest his soul, Amen. The casket was lowered by two large Negro men and dirt was shoveled onto the fresh pine casket. The preacher looked up from his stare at the grave and walked slowly towards the gate of the cemetery, followed by three onlookers. The small cemetery was slightly over- grown with weeds and heather and most light was shut out by jutting pines and tall oaks. The Negro men set up the head marker, finished their distasteful chore and left the cemetery. On the head marker was written: Jacob lVIillstead Born 1860 Died 1937 As the Negro men walked out of the haunting Walls of the cemetery, they 'began to strike up conversation concerning the deceased. Such con- versations were commonplace around a small town such as Narrows. But since the recent death of Mr. Mill- stead, they had become even more plentiful. Groups of old ladies stop- ped in front of shops to exchange an opinion or two on t-he deceased's hid- den riches. Cars would stop at the village's one and only stoplight, in- stalled mainly for looks, as their owners expressed their views on the situation and barbers informed their regular and not-so-regular patrons of the incident that could affect the whole town. Had the old man really hidden a fortune around his farm? There were no facts to support it, but it was generally accepted as a fact around 6 Narrows, considering the miserly life the old man had lived. Thus the only question that remained was to whom the great wealth of the farm had been left. ak ak ak A tall, slender young man with handsome dark features and curly brown hair threw an old blue jacket across his shoulders as he walked d-own a dusty road towards Narrows. Wait up, Stacy, begged a voice from some distance down the road, I can't keep up with that pace y0u're setting, fella. Stacy stopped and sat down on a log to wait for his traveling compan- ion. If I wait for you, I won't get to this farm I've been willed before doomsday. Stacy's companion finally reached the log and seated himself beside Stacy, pulling his shoes off as he did. He looked about the same young age as Stacy but his overweight seemed to hinder his speed more than his youth could compensate for. Stacy Towne, this farm better be worth my visit or that old uncle of yours won't be the only corpse in Narrows. Pipe down, commanded Stacy, I think I hear a truck. On this road?l', q u e s tio n e d Stacy's c o m p a n i o n sarcastically, I-Ia! It could iust as well be the French Foreign Legion on a band of orange camels. It was a truck and Stacy and his companion were soon heading to- THE CRITIC