Graham High School - Graham Yearbook (Bluefield, VA)

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ARNoLD SarvER—Attend Business College. Beta Club. Lacy BoswEL1—Cheszst. School Paper. BLAINE BroyLEes—Attend College. Loutsr Jones—WNurse. Library Club, Girl Reserves. IRENE WaLKkER—School Teacher. Library Club, Girl Reserves, Annual Staff, Beta Club. Ray SHRADER—Radio Announcer. Varsity Club. Burorp Tasnor—Machiuist. Varsity Club, Husert Hitu—Joim Army. Varsity Club. Page 12

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KATHERINE MEtTCALFE—Secretary Girl Reserve, Glee Club, Basketball Team Library Club. Cart CarsauGcH—Mechanical Engineer Varsity Club, Football. Junior KERLEY—‘Sport” Bluefield College Flying Cadet. Varsity Club, Feotball, Basketball. MarcarEt JoHnson—Telephone Operator Girl Reserves, Basketball, Hall Monitors. Kart Davinson—dAttend a Business College. FRANCES SLADE Ira Jean Scorr—School Teacher. Jesse MaruEews—Join Army. Page 11

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Senior Class Prophecy There was a roar of the huge crowd as ole “‘Strike- out” Earnest finally got a hit, winning another ball game for those almost unstoppable Yankee of the greatly enlarged city of Falls Mills, Virginia which overlooked the beautiful Falls Lake. As the sun was slowly sinking behind those beautiful ole Blueridge Mountains and the crowd was slowly filing from the stands, a well dressed young gent ap- proached upon the field to shake hands with his ole friend, Dave Earnest. There was something strange about the face and I asked my old pal Therman Johnson, the Goat of the 1950 World Series if he knew who they young man was. “No,” said Therman, but he looks darn familiar to me,” and ““Me, too,” I said. poo J heard ole “Ern’ call.“Come over here: a minute Lacy, you and Therman.” Immediately we obeyed and soon “Ern” was intro- ducing in his simple friendly-like manner to our ole school-mate, Claude ‘Edison’? Bowman. After a friend- ly handshake, I asked Claude, ‘“‘What’s this I hear about the new water solution called, the Bowman Finger Nail Grower?” “Water solution nothing, come here Marjorie,” he said, as he called a beautiful little glamour girl from the bleachers. It was none other than ole Marjorie Bailey who had lived to see her beloved ole Falls Mills become the tenth largest city in the United States, “Took at these fingernails,” said Claude, ‘‘that’s what this fingernail grower will do toward beautifying a girl.” “By Gosh, what do you call it, the American Eagle?” I asked. He laughed and jokingly replied, “Shucks no, I calls it, “Gyp ’em While You Can.” “Where are you staying!” I said, for it was now growing near my supper time which I never forgot no matter how thoroughly I was enjoying myself, I am staying over at the William Bowers Hotel, he said, won’t you and your Buddie go with me, I have quite a surprise for you.” Well, we all readily agreed and were soon on our way to the hotel. On arriving at the Hotel, we ate our supper to- gether, and were sitting and talking when we were greeted by the Hotel Manager, Mr. Wm. Bowers. “Friends,” he said, “Would you mind going out to the little Stowers Farm with me? “Gosh, no,” we all grasp, for we had not seen ole Elmer since the ole days of 1942. We were all, along with Bower’s wife the former Miss Emilia Bullio, soon crowded into Bower’s ole limousine and were on our way to the Stowers Farm. While we were on our way to the Stowers Farm, | asked ole Bowers, “‘What had become of ole “Argue Them to. They Pop” Cecil? “Well,” said Bowers, “he is one of the slickest lawyers that ever lived.” “He was employed by ole Claude here as a patent attorney when he patented his fingernail grower.” “‘He writes a hand that’s so fancy he has to hire old Charles Buckland regularly to sciper it for his customers. 1 would have asked him more, but by that time we were pulling in at the Stowers Farm. We got out and walked up the walk, knocked at the door, and were soon greeted by Elmer and his loving wife, the former Miss Letha Durham, After introductions by my good friend Bowers we were lead into the modest little loving room and seated. Ole Elmer was the first to speak up, “Have youse saw de paper, yet? Jist look here where Ruth Paynter has done gone and got married to dat handsome old Burton guy,” he said, pointing to a picture and a small piece in the paper. “Well, they sure were in love,” replied Bowers. “Yep, said; Eimer, “L @uess sit wasai natural,” “Not trying to change the conversation,” I said, but what became of George Graham, This time, it was Miss Stowers who remarked, “He's a bachelor and still carrying those ole “Tella-Lie” papers.” ‘And those three hot basketball boys, Tolley, Hager, and Kerley?” I inquired. “They are all married besides Hager, who has gyped his. way into the president of the N. W. Railroad,” said Bill. ‘‘As for the other two, they are co-promot- ers of a prize fighting business in which the great Ray “Joe Louis” Shrader, managed by ole Buford Tabord is one of their best fighters. “Kerley married a girl named Doris Mustard and ‘Yolly married the former Miss Anna Belle Shufflebarger.” “They both live on Walnut Street facing ole Beaver Creek where they have gym between them and ole Tolly is still try- ing to make a goal once in a while with the ole basket- ball’? “Does anyone know what happened to the “Mad Chemist,” Broyles!” Inquired Marjorie. Aint no use in talking,’ said Elmer, “Dat Blaine done made a bigger chemist than Ole Edison, himself.” “Yep,” I always thought he’d be a chemist, but I was expecting it to be only an air bubble,” I said. “Shucks, no, dat guys one real chemist,” said Elmer, “but he aint the only one what’s got to be great.” “Ole Nathaniel “Hawthorn” Richard McHaffa has become a writer of a book entitled, “I Can’t Lose Out With the Women.” (Continued on next page) Page 13