Hopewell High School - Kaleidoscope Yearbook (Hopewell, VA)

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THE KALEIDOSCOPE 1944 ass 1 know we have all heard of amazing dreams, but just let me tell you of the one I had the other night. As I lay in bed trying to get to sleep it seemed that my thoughts would not leave the excitement of the nearing graduation of the 1944 Class. So, finally, when I did drift off into the land of nod my dreams were along that subject. In the dream a little elf seemed t o confront me and asked me what one wish would 1 like iiitn to grant me. It dawnetl upon me that this was my chance to see how my classmates would turn out. So I requested that I he able to look into the future one day ten years from the day of the graduation in June 1944. L hen with a wave of his hand, there appeared before me the skyscrapers of New York City in the year 1954 and I was there for a brief glimpse into the lives of some of my former classmates. Before me was a large flashing sign: “Jackie’s Charm Shop.” Could that possibly he Jackie Goldman of Hopewell? When T entered the exclusive shop, I discovered that I was right. It was Jackie and also four others of my classmates: Misses Myrtle Baldwin, Jean Haines, Leona Hardy, and Katherine Hnarakis, who were sales-ladies there. Jackie informed me that Sue Lewis designed all of their most fashionable clothes. Another surprise was in store for me when I saw who the three charming models were—none other than the Misses Genevieve Renn, Helen Robinson, and Nancye Aldridge. Among the customers I found Mrs. Charles Tucker, the former Miss 11a Mae Cary, and Mrs. North Mason, the former Miss Allene Barco. It seems they were about to meet their Navy husbands just in from a cruise on their ship, which is under the command of Admiral Collier. The ladies told me that Patsy Kelly was now running the “Kelly Success Course” with the help of her capable assistants, Jane Ann Johnson, Marilyn, and Carolyn Thompson. While lunching I glanced at the New York Times and was greatly surprised to find that Robert Scott was editor. On further examination I found the top rating cartoonist to he Jimmy Jarvis. The outstanding columnist for the paper was the one and only James Slovic, who devoted his day s write-up to the praises of Kenneth Harshbarger and Winona Colona, the two famous scientists at the R.C.A. Laboratory. Before I left the restaurant, I discovered that it was owned and operated by Hampton Parsons. He invited me to attend a stage show starring Marion Atwater, better known as Miss 1 winkle Toes. After the show we saw Marion and her business manager, Judith Flitch. Judy showed me a clipping about Shirley Pond, who is now playing the part of Little Buttercup in the operetta, H.M.S. Pinafore. In my dreams T began to flash from city to city picking out other members of the 1944 Class. First I saw Kitty Garrett, who was editing True Love Confessions, America’s most interesting magazine. On her staff I found Dorothy Creech, editor of the “Lonely Hearts Column,” and her assistants, Lila Quick and Violet Rhodes. My next stop was in Fredericksburg where the basketball teams of Mary Washington and Madison had finished a tie game. 1 he coaches, Norma Morris and Mable Lewis, were congratulating each other on their fine teams. A ftei that I appeared to he m a Richmond Radio Studio. First I saw George Davis, who was reporting on the Sports of the Day. His first report was on the Hopewell-Peters- burg game that had been played that afternoon in Hopewell. He mentioned that Coach Dante Fratarcangelo and his assistant, Coach Billy Epperson, deserved a lot of credit for turning (•ut such fine Blue Devils. Another sport flash that George mentioned was that Vivian Harrison had won her third cup as the Champion Woman Bicycle Rider. Then he gave a blow by blow description of one round of a boxing match between Francis Vergara and Clifford Wyatt. His final sport scope was that Jimmy Miles had just defeated Willy Hopp as National Billiard Champion. Harvey Lowder, a news commentator, then took over. He had made quite a name for himself over the radio. Miss Ann Carwile stepped before the microphone and announced the following program, “Life Can Be Beautiful.” She gave a few beauty hints to her listeners

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HOPEWELL HIGH SCHOOL arewe 11 Now, finally we graduate from Hopewell High; The time has come for us to bid our last good-by, We’ll miss the books, the desks, the friends we knew so well The sound of laughing voices along the hall after each bell. March forward, fellow classmates, To your separate jobs in this world; There is a war that must be won, Before our banner again may be unfurled. We will do our part, we will help to fight, For this is our country, too ! We will fight until all again is free Under our flag of red, white, and blue. Yes, classmates, march out into a new world, Into a country that counts upon its youth, March on, with confidence that we shall win For on our side are God and Truth. So, now, as we take the last steps to the graduation stand, Receive our diplomas and shake our Principal’s hand, It’s with pleasure and regret both we say good-by To you from the 1944 Class of Hopewell High. Nancye Aldridc.e

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HOPEWELL HIGH SCHOOL and then turned the microphone over to the star of the program, Miss Frances Barnett. 1 found later that Miss Clara Bailey was the script writer for the program. As I left the studio, I bumped into Betty Sheets, who informed me that she was going to speak on the radio program, “Women In America.” Marie Hussar was in charge of the program. Betty had even more good news to tell me. She said that Jackie Quillen had been elected Repre¬ sentative to the General Assembly in Richmond. My dream again changed. This time I was in Hopewell. I hardly recognized the town. Ten years had brought about many changes. The first new building to attract my attention was the “Super Duper” Market owned and run by George Inge. And who was that passing out those luscious steaks? Why, it was Martin Lemon! Who would have ever dreamed of those steaks ten years ago? But to get back to my amazing discoveries—Marie and Alma Hughes now own the largest beauty salon in town called the “Finishing Touch.” One of their outstanding operators was Melba Jackson. Nyra Harris was their bookkeeper. The Telegraph Office it seemed was run by Miss Angela Werbenec, while the new Mayor of the town was Fletcher McCutcheon, who by the way had his own large rabbit farm outside of town. The City Treasurer, William McDaniel; Superintendent of Public Welfare, Rowena Connelly; City Clerk, Lucy Fauntleroy; City Manager, Glenn Saunders; and Mahala Saunders, who was in charge of City Recreation, have made a simply grand job of running the city. The large new library was run by Miss Pauline Chavis who had as an able assistant, Miss Ruth Crutchfield. Another new building had been erected just outside of town. Yes, a lovely new hospital stood proudly in Hopewell. And proud it should be of its doctors and nurses. I found among the staff Dr. Burney and Nurses Irene Cibula, Dorothy Collins, Kathryn Holsclaw, and Ruby Eller. Their Laboratory Technician was Barbara Buren. As if the already outstanding accomplishments of the 1944 Class weren’t enough, I found still more active members of the Class. There were Waverly Cox, Post Office Inspector, and Edward Henry, Postmaster, as well as Ivey Hogwood and Christine Titmus, who were in charge of the Modern Hopewell Telephone Company. James Jackson owned a large farm on the outskirts of town. One of the largest men’s clothing stores in town was owned by James Tones and Reuben Sulc. Misses Ruth Webb and Virginia Side had an especially fine Kinder¬ garten in town. On visiting the Alma Mater we found the faculty included some of our classmates. There was Frances McCracken, who was now Assistant Principal; Frances Partin, Teacher of girls’ Physical Education ; Milam Smith, Speed Technician for Shorthand Classes ; Cor¬ nelia Lawton, history teacher; Mary Gene Alford, Head of the Commercial Department, and I la Ammons, who was in charge of the Home Economics cottage. Later I found out that the daily Hopcu ' cll Neivs was edited by Joseph Lipscomb. And the Society Column was written by Laura Jean Mabon. George Robertson was the ace reporter of the paper. Fred Hummel had a large airplane factory outside of town, known as “Hummel’s Helicopter Plant.” Gould McIntyre was his best test pilot, while “Mickey” Micklem was in charge of plane production. Zona Zeh was Fred’s private secretary with Arline Murphy in charge of the Personnel Department. My dream ended in a quaint little night club named “Dew Drop Inn,” which was owned jointly by Miss Sue Wilson and Mr. James Glazer. Among those enjoying the evening there were Darrell Ernest and Billy Shurm, prominent citizens of Hopewell. The famous orchestra, “Wicker’s M ild Cats,” was playing while Francis Glover, who had flown there from Holly¬ wood, sang a few of the latest hits. He had become the Sinatra of 1954. Speaking of Sinatra, his ever loyal fan, Jean M ' ilson, is now in charge of wheeling him around in his wheel chair. There my dream ended—what a dream ! but then, what a class that one was in ’44. Nancye Aldridge Jean Wilson Fletcher McCutcheon