Honaker High School - Torch Yearbook (Honaker, VA)

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Class Poem Long after our school life has ended And life seems sueli a bore, We’ll recall the days of our youth And we’ll think of things we never thought of before ! We’ll think of the days W1 len we thought school was all friction and strife. Then, we never thought that school days Were the happiest days of our life. And when the teachers told us What we could or could not do. We all complained and thought Oil, if we were only through! But after we’ve grown older, And have faced many of life’s sorrows. Oh, happy school days we ll think of you In all of our tomorrows. We’ll also think of our classmates And wonder if each one’s dream came true. Because we were just like brothers and sisters, When we were Seniors in 1952. — Shirley Hess — 18 — ac

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Class Prophecy One cold and dreary afternoon in the year 1972, I found myself millions of miles above the earth. I was waiting for the latest news on the Xenon Bomb, which was due to explode in ten minutes. As my space ship roared through atomosphere, I grew tired and decided to amuse myself. To my left was one of the most amazing solaiivision sets ever perfected. With a tiny touch of + he dial one can locate any place on earth or in space he wishes to see. This marvelous instrument was perfected by the great Don Barrett. Since this was the twentieth anniversary of my graduation from Honaker High School, I at- tempted to locate each of my former classmates in their chosen professions. The first spot wh ich I saw was the well-known town of Castlewood, Virginia; and the Presi- dent of the United States was giving a speech on “What I like about the South.” The president was none other than Nancy Albert. The distinguished guests who were enjoying the speech were Clara Campbell, Mayor of Castlewood, and James Cassell, the foremost historian of the century. Imagine my surprise when I saw Marvin Barton announcing for the Outer Space News Re- view! The small town of Lebanon, Virginia loomed before me, and I saw that the people were cele- brating some great occasion. On a platform I saw John L. Boyd, who wore a sign which said, “Vote for Cox for President.” Nearby I saw Curtis Cox with a sly grin on his face, as he waved to the crowd who had just nominated him Republican Candidate for the coming election. Suddenly I got a glimpse of Swords Creek and Alvin Dye, the famous screen director of Pluto, was helping Paul Honaker and Anna Ruth Combs as they paused in the hit of the century “Super- natural.” Getting ready for appearance was Darlene Stinson, who had replaced the late Patti Page. Then the switches got crossed for a moment, and during that time I saw C. A. Hess riding by on a gravity-controlled motorcycle; and following close behind him was Charles Fogleman in his souped-up-Spaceford with a ticket for C. A. because he was speeding on the Milky Way. Lorene Combs, Froncie Stiltner, and Mary Frances Wheatley were entering the “Miss Solar System” contest which was to be judged by Frank Phillips, a great movie director of Mars. The next scene was Johnny Strouth’s Insurance Agency. He was giving instruction to his efficient bookkeeper, Betty Wilson. Near a crossroads I saw Nellie Coleman and Laura Harris, who were hitch-hiking around the world. They told me they had been to California, Florida, Russia, South America, and Mars. Their destination now was the moon. The next scene was the Governor’s Mansion in Richmond. Imagine my surprise when I saw the wife of the governor. She was our own little Darlene Harris. I switched the dial to Cleveland, Virginia, to the Swanky Shops on Tenth and Elm Streets. Here I saw three beautiful models. They were the most beautiful ones I had ever seen and as the screen cleared I recognized them as Grayce Garrison, Wanda Dye, and Ruth Chambers. The capital of the United States loomed before me and I heard that the President’s cabinet had been called together to hear the report on the latest army equipment given by the Secretary of Defense, Joan Whited. Don Honaker, the new baseball coach of the Honaker Tigers, was getting his boys ready to go to the ball park to begin the World Series against the Cleveland Indians. A blue Nash whizzed by; and as it stopped for a red light, I recognized the driver as Mrs. Bud Mullins (the former Ruby McReynolds). She had the children separated, one in the front with her and one in the rear seat. They were fighting regardless of Ruby’s attempts to restore order. — 20 —