Lovingston High School - Cycle Yearbook (Lovingston, VA)

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WHO’S WHO Cutest Billy Jackson Cora Wood Most Romantic Evans Martin Virginia Moon Neatest John Tyree Nannie Mawyer Most Likely To Succeed Bernard Ragland Patsy Wood Most Popular Bernard Ragland Patsy Wood Wittiest Evans Martin Cora Wood Most Dependable Wesley Butler Virginia Moon Biggest Flirt Pat Trice Betty Ryan Laziest Pat Trice Betty Forbes Best All-round Bobby Terry Betty Ryan Most Bashful John Tyree Marie Gowen Best Athletic Billy Jackson Leona Brooks { 11 ]

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SENIOR CLASS William Ware Billy Will always be seen with Otis . . . fast talker . . . an all- round good boy . . . likes football. 4-H Club, Football, Fire Fighters. Fred Horsley White Fred Willing to help . . . talkative . . . should be a traffic cop . . . nice . . . you will see him dipping ice cream. Baseball, 4-H Club. Russell Wood Quiet . . . reserved . . . always has an alibi. Alvin Purvis Skippy Likes to have a good time . . . loves to square dance. Baseball, Football, 4-H Club, Fire Fighter. i 10 }

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CLASS PROPHECY Several weeks ago my boss, Mr. John F. Tyree, who is a psychologist and a former classmate, asked me to make a survey of the whereabouts of our class of ’5 0. He said that these facts would help him with his work by making it possible for him to compare their abilities today with those of high school years, and it would be also interesting to note their accomplishments. But, between you and me, I think he just wanted to see how near I came to reality when I wrote the class prophecy ten years ago. Oh, well, as long as he gave me the vacation and the trip I’ll not suspect his motives. The day before I left the office in Albany, New York, I received a special delivery letter from a small town a few miles outside of Little Rock, Arkansas. You can’t imagine my surprise when I discovered it to be an invitation from Irene Hughes to come visit her ranch for several days. Evidently, she too desired to know about her old friends, because she had also sent invitations to the whole class. My delight was beyond expression. This certainly would make my assignment easy and how nice to have a reunion! After this I had to have some new clothes, so while in New York City, I tried to get in touch with Betty Jo Buchanan who is a designer for GLAMOUR magazine and Betty Joyce Forbes who models for VOGUE. While trying to locate them I ran into Pat Trice, a photogra¬ pher for both magazines, who told me they were out of town resting after a rush season. As soon as I telephoned Betty Davis, a social worker in New Jersey, I left for good old Virginia. My first stop was at William and Mary College where Lillian Spencer is teaching Physical Ed. I wanted her to go with me to Arkansas, but Leona Brooks, her assistant, had sprained her ankle and could not continue the work alone. Leona said that she intended to see Dr. B. A. Terry, a bone specialist in Norfolk, before she went back to work. She had just called Betty Butt, his nurse, to make an appointment. She also had an appointment with Dr. Cora Wood, the dentist, who had an office across the hall. When walking back to my car I was nearly knocked down by an apparently hurried professor. If you could have seen those whiskers, you would understand why I didn’t recognize Curtis Matthews as a Math professor. Before leaving Williamsburg, I stopped at the Tavern for dinner. At first I couldn’t believe my eyes, but I really saw Wesley Butler with his wife and little twin girls. He told me that he was being sent to France as a diplomat, but first he was due at a con¬ ference with Senator P. Massie Saunders, a Democrat from Virginia. He also said that he had heard from Ben Harris who, after five years in the Navy, now lives in the Philip¬ pines on a large plantation. Fred White had taken the traveling urge and is a contractor in Panama. He flies to Virginia every few weeks with Alvin Purvis as his pilot. While driving toward Tennessee I listened to the baseball game of the year. Warren Morris is manager of the Mighty Nine and Billy Jackson pitched that day for the Ter¬ mites. The game ended in a tie, just as 1 reached Nashville. Since I had heard that Ernest Purvis was a chemist there I tried to locate him. When I telephoned the laboratory, much to my surprise Mary Powell answered the phone. She was telephone operator for that section of the city. She told me that Marie Gowen had married a man who is part owner of a telephone company in California. She said, too, that she had traced a call that very day for George Rucker of the F.B.I. who was hot on the trail of a criminal. Being very tired when arriving at Memphis, I decided to spend the ni»ht at the Pin Drop Hotel. It so happened that John E. Purvis owns the place, plus a chain of others from the Appalachians to the coast. He travels from one to the other, but Grace Thomp- j 12 y