Lexington High School - Crystal Yearbook (Lexington, VA)

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I, Pooh Rayder, bequeath all my “Hello, honey’s” from Mr. Thompson to my sister, Sandra. I, Bill Reid, bequeath my love for the week ends to Chuck Ritchey. (If he thinks he can stand them! ! ! ) I, Dorris Sensabaugh, bequeath my football uniform to Chuck Ritchey. I, Pat Shelton, bequeath my great love for military schools to Carol yn Crane, who might have need of it in her future years at L. H. S. I, Margaret Ann Sibold, bequeath part of my dreams and hopes and plans for the future to Betty Buchanan. I, Felicia Sipolski, bequeath all the wonderful times I’ve had at L. II. S. to Loretta Watts, in hopes that she will have many more. I, Charles Simpson, bequeath my two periods a day to anyone who stays here long enough to get them. I, Barbara Sligh, bequeath my Sunday night rides to Alary Ann Rowsey. I, Martha Smith, bequeath Miss Grant a watch that automatically stops at five minutes to four. I, Nina Sperka, bequeath my frequent trips next door to my brother, Ernie. I, Earl Swisher, bequeath typing book to my sister, “Margie.” I, F. D. Tardy, bequeath my nickname, “Speedy,” to anyone who can live up to it. I, Jim Tardy, bequeath my ability to learn French verbs to M. Fred Arndt. I, Bill Wray, bequeath my yen for Algebra to Basil Conner. 1 17

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INTO THE FUTURE That movie I just saw was very good, in fact it was excellent compared to those I used to see in my younger days. But you know this year, 1965, has seen many new developments and some of them were brought about by my colleagues from the Class of ’51 at Lexington High School. Yes, now where is that old Crystal? Ah, here it is and let me see. There’s old Poss Agnor, a very successful civil engineer today. And I heard the other day that Nina Sperka has just accepted the position of head pharmacist in some drug store which is in the city where Betty Humphris has her outstanding art exhibit. Could you ever guess who has the most exclusive and talked about bar in his night club? Why, yes it is “Mandy” Reid. (So you’ve heard about it, too.) Heard, too, that Nancy Brown is a singer there. In the newsreel I saw today, the dis- tinguished Admiral Steve Dod was the guest of honor at the Olympic Track Meet where Ronald Jordan broke all records running the 100-yard dash. There were some other familiar faces in that newsreel, too. There was Lowell Hamric, candi- date for President of U. S.; Jane Bailey, Joan Dod, Pooh Rayder, and Felicia Sipolski, four of the finalists for “Miss America’’; the renowned big-game hunter who had just returned from Africa, Claude Hamric. And here is a picture of Jud Leech. Since he went to V. M. I. to be professor of physics, I haven’t heard anymore about him. And here is that super salesman of Ford cars — Tommy Baker. Speaking of “super’’ — Fred Arndt has a very pros- perous photographic business. Incidentally, I forgot to tell you about the movie I saw. It starred Bill Wray at the piano and the great tackle whose pro football performance won him a con- tract with the Twentieth-Century Wolf, Jim Tardy. Excuse me, the paper boy, John Harrison, Jr., just came to the door. No, don’t excuse me; listen to the headlines: “New Branch of Ten Cent Stores Opened.” As I read on I find that these stores were opened by Ralph Hostetter, Earl Swisher, and Barbara Sligh. Here is an advertisement of deluxe furs by Allan Hostetter. Yes, I remember how he used to hunt. Here is a picture on the sports page of a basketball team who just won the championship in the state. They were ably coached by Shirley Pope who was assisted by Martha Smith. This is an interesting story of a sociology worker, Pat Shelton, w ' ho found a family nearing death, but who restored to health by the capable nursing of Doris Nuckols. Oh, what is this little item down in the corner? Hum, Anne Fix, a noted psychologist, has opened a new office in Hartford, Connecticut. That’s about all there is in the paper except a few advertisements: One says, “For Secretarial Training, apply to Louise Engleman and Martha McKemy’s School of Office Training”; another says, “Patronize Charlie Simpson’s ESSO Station.” It’s about time for my favorite Television program, “Betty Sings.” You remember Betty Boyd, don’t you? Before I put my Crystal away, I had better tell you that Dorris Sensabaugh is a most prosperous farmer and that F. D. Tardy left to tour the country by way of his thumb some time ago and he hasn’t been heard from since. M. A. Sibold 4 19 }