Hampton Roads Academy - Log Yearbook (Newport News, VA)

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We, the Class of 1966, being of . . . mind and body, do hereby bequeath the following . . . MARY LOU AMES: I leave Route 17 to Ricky Royals. WARD ANDERSON: I leave my boring T. A. P. ' s to the next U.S. History class. GERRY BALTES: I leave my gym suit and my Indian-toe hockey stick to Elizabeth. DAVID BLOUNT: I leave my ability to get through football season with a clear mind to Dopey. DAVID BOWDITCH: I leave my shoes to their greatest admirer, Mr. Hogg. PAM BROWN: I leave memories of the Unholy Three to Col. Farnsworth. LEE BROWNE: I leave, this time for the last time. MARGA BUNCH: I leave my apricots to Mrs. Hatcher. CALDWELL CHALLONER: I leave late practice to Mr. Hogg. SUSAN DOWNING: I leave my agility and gracefulness to Miriam Corson. DAVID DUNCAN: I leave a bottle of tranquilizers to Mr. Hogg in case he ever runs into another manager like me. STAN GLASOFER: I leave my unhumorous jokes to Lucy Baltes, my muddy tracks to Mr. Tim- mins, deadlines to Clara, and my signature to the ages. VICTOR HERNANDEZ: I leave all my crewcuts to Trip Ferguson. DIANA HOLT: I, Gabby, leave my rowdiness to Mr. Armstrong ' s English class. MIKE JONES: I leave my lunch table and the eight grade girls to the next brave senior. CLAUDIA JORDAN: I leave all my weekends in Bryan Park to Sue Maida. MAURICE McDOUGAL: I leave a book about elementary dating to Debbie in case she does not graduate. ROSS MIRMELSTEIN: I leave the 24£ I won from Mr. Hogg from the World Series to the ath- letic department and the support I gave to Sandy Koufax to Mr. Hogg. KIM MITCHELL: I leave the P.B.C. to Allen, and a cold ride home to Bobby. DEBBIE MOUNTJOY: I leave my hi-fi voice to Mr. Hogg and a lunch to Mr. Armstrong. GEORGE ORPHANIDYS: I leave my MARRIAGE OF FIGARO posters to Col. Farnsworth, my musical ability to Lucy Chapman, and the problems that go along with it to Jean Rice. JIMMY RATLIFF: I leave my quiet, reserved manner to that loud Allen Tanner. LAURA SIEGEL: I leave an eyelash to anyone who needs a wish. RON SMEDER: I leave my Batmobile and Batchute to Dr. Clarke. KATE TOWNSEND: I leave a secret to Anne, a late rainy night to Gina, and a set of new maps to Natural Leader. PETE WILLETTS: I leave the Yorktown battlefield, a cold December night, and a damaged Honda to any adventurous junior. LEE WILLIAMS: I leave a skateboard and a helmet to Bill Poole, and my trusty Renault to Thora, so she ' ll really enjoy car pool next year. GEORGE WISE: I leave all my mathematical ability to my sisters, and a pair of slightly used granny soccer shoes to Eric Sundin. BILL WOODSON: I leave Russian salad dressing in Col. Farnsworth ' s French dressing bottle.

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It is 1975. This is LEE WILLIAMS from Station WHRA in Gloucester, Va. We now take you to Cape Kennedy where we are about to witness an event of national importance: the launching of the first woman astronette to the moon, Miss KIM MITCHELL. We see that she is ready to blast off, sprawled in her lounge chair designed by H. LEROSS BROWNE, one who knows. The crowd is gathering to see this scientific achievement accomplished by the renowned astro- physicist, RON SMEDER. Among the crowd we recognize our own MARY LOU AMES and JUDY MOORMAN, co-governors of Gloucester, the newly-admitted fifty-first state, made possible through the efforts of the President of the United States, WOODLAND WARD ANDERSON, HI. Miss Ames and Miss Moorman are only two of the guests of honor at today ' s launching. Standing by the rocket trying to break up a feud between CLAUDIA JORDAN and DAVID BLOUNT, this year ' s Perfect Couple U.S.A. is GEORGE OR- PHANIDYS, who is directing and overseeing this spectacular moon program. There seems to be some commotion on the other side of the field. DAVID BOWDITCH is marching in protest flaunting a sign: Use your natural ability: Let ' s walk! Screeching up beside him is MARGA BUNCH in her 1975 Ford Cobra, lined with solid gold yellow slips. Another demonstration is going on nearby, led by GEORGE WISE, grand astro-dragon of his newly formed clan, a society formed for the prevention of polluted popsicles on the moon. Adding to the general confusion is the arrival of billionaire ROSS MIRMELSTEIN, who has just purchased the Los Angeles Ball Club. With Ross is Sandy Koufax, Jr. and Miss SUSAN DOWNING, the first woman vice-president. Coming up behind them is DAVID DUNCAN, Ross ' s choice for manager of his ball club. Not far from this crowd is a re- served section for more of our world- renowned guests. Here is Miss GERTRUDE BALTES, authoress of the best-seller, 101 WAYS TO CHEAT AT FIELD HOCKEY. Seated next to her we see the world ' s greatest theologian of our time, STANLEY GLASOFER. He has just created a new world religion in which he is the only man and the rest of the con- gregation is comprised of his feminine followers. On his right are Miss PAMELA BROWN, who has revolutionized the teaching of the first grade with her astrovision show, Romper Boom, and Miss DIANA HOLT, president of HRA Hockey Stick, Inc. We here at WHRA are a little concerned about a small quarrel that has been instigated amid the protests formerly mentioned. VICTOR HERNANDEZ, the writer-director of the latest movie- thriller, 007 1 2, and his good-guy star spy CALDWELL (Bond) CHALLONER, are humiliated because they were not invited to sit in the reserved section. But wait! Put all feuds aside! This is the moment we have been waiting for ! PETER WILLETS, the world ' s most solemn philosopher, is about to speak. He points his finger high, past the launching pad, and we see the football which was passed out of the stadium last week by all-star back MAURICE McDOUGAL. But we again lower our eyes to the ceremony as MICHAEL JONES strikes up his jazz-combo and President Anderson jets up to the podium. Just as he is about to deliver his speech, we hear a great guffaw from the far end of the Cape. Who should appear but JAMES RATLIFF, who has been stricken with double pneumonia for the sixteenth time. He is considered a scientific wonder in the medical journals and is never without his private physician, DR. LAURA SIEGEL, who is at this moment trying to quiet the patient. However, before the speech is resumed, there seems to be something down on the beach which has attracted the crowd ' s attention. I think it is that famous pair of beach-combers, DEBORAH MOUNTJOY and WILLIAM WOODSON, in the midst of an astro-argument. But, things seem to be calming down now and I see that Debbie has gone in for a swim. What is that emerging beside her? Why, it ' s Moby KATE TOWNSEND, and just in time for the launching! 5-4-3-2-1-0! This is WHRA, signing off with good tidings for you and good luck for all those who follow.

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Which one has the Toni? The meek, the self-willed, the double . . . You have to choose sometime, Colonel. She has three sports cars and doesn ' t drive! Not by the hair of my c hinny - chin-chin! The Gloucester dump HRA ' s BMOC ' s 20