Lovingston High School - Cycle Yearbook (Lovingston, VA)

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Class Will We, the 19 5 1 Senior Class of Lovingston High School, being of sound body and mind, realizing that our days are few in the realm of high school, do hereby make, publish, an.l declare this to be our last will and testament, making all previous wills null and void. First—To our Principal, Mr. Reed, we leave our deepest love and gratitude for his sympathetic understanding and encouragement. Second—To the entire Faculty, knowing they have cooperated with us in every way possible, we leave our best regards and our sincere appreciation for their interest in us. Third—To the oncoming Seniors of 1952 we are handing down our personal characteristics. Betty Allen leaves her right to be editor of the School Daze to Fannie Davis. Russell Henderson bequeaths his ability to get along with others to Melvin Simpson. Joyce Wood leaves Mary Buchanan the right to be called Shorty” of the Senior Class. Marion Fields wills his ways of charming the girls to Junior Spencer. Wallar Browning and Billy Wood leave their attractive personalit y to Page Phillips and James Mays. Phyllis Wood leaves her studious ways to Phyllis Mawyer. Nelson Goodwin wills his boisterous manners to Ray Davis. Kathleen Gowen and Betty Kidd bequeath their sunny dispositions to Arleen Wood. Walter Mays wills his curiosity and flirting ways to William Sullivan. Edna Mae Glover and Phyllis Wright bequeath their willingness to help others to Jackie Horton. Billy Browning leaves his mischievous ways and love for the girls to Sanford Ray Purvis. Barbara Ann Wood and Peggy Kidd will their love for sports to Faye Ogden. Walter Hughes bequeaths his likable personality to James Fitzgerald and Frank Mays. Adella Robertson leaves her talente.1 ways to Janet Crist. Margaret Floyd and Helen Stevens bequeath their happy-go-lucky ways to Anna Bridgewater. Wilson Kidd, G. D. Witt, and Clyde Harvey leave their ability to play football to Frank McKenzie, Estes Wills and Pat Powell. Mary Lee Hughes wills Lucille Pugh her lady-like-ways. Martha Terry and Virginia Wood bequeath their courteous and good-natured manners to Mary Campbell. Donald Purvis wills his intellectual mind to Grover Farrar. Mildred Parrish and Marian Wood leave their attractive personalities to Taddy Lou Browning. Ray Sites and Raymond Goolsby will Clarence Craig their friendly and quiet ways. Ruth Campbell and Betty Lorbes bequeath their good manners and interest in boys to Shirly Fitzgerald. Esther Burnley leaves Alice White her ability to get along with others. David Nelson wills his know it all” manner to Pete Morris. Della Banton bequeaths Doris Terry her sweet and good disposition. Ray McKenzie wills Delbert Campbell the right to ease himself through the Senior Class by smiles. Laye Elliott and Beatrice Woodson give their love for books to Mildred White. Marian Carter leaves Lovenia Harvey her friendly and likable ways. Class Laivyers: Barbara Wood Kathleen Gowen. A H y

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Class Mlstory As graduation draws near, cur fancy turns to the days when we began that mystic process known as learnin’. Perhaps you would like to come with us as we once again go through our happy school days.” We entered the first grade wondering what it was all about, for this was an entirely new experience to us. We soon found out, though. We were required to say the alphabet backwards, count to one hundred by one, etc. Our learnin’ followed these lines until we reached the fourth grade. Here we learned that some years ago, a Negro preacher had proved conclustively that the earth was square. His argument ran something like this; The Bible say dat a angel stood at de fo’ kawners ob de earth. Now gem men, you tell me, if she is round where do she keep her kawners?” In the fifth grade we were joined by several boys from the dark and mysterious land of Tye River. We welcomed them to our ranks heartily, for they were fully schooled in the intricate art of making a teacher’s life thoroughly miserable. In the sixth grade we were somewhat awed by the fact that Saudi Arabia is one big blackberry pie, just oozing oil. It was here that the boys began to acquire respect and admiration for the girls who were quite relieved not to have their pigtails pulled or dipped in ink. In the seventh grade we discovered the potency of spitballs fired from rubber bands, tacks placed in seats, etc. Many a royal battle was fought with inner-tube cannons” and paper ammunition”; and many a vanquished warrior sat sadly at his desk during activity period, looking mournfully through the window, and writing, I must not shoot spitballs in school.” Then came that day which we had long awaited. We entered high school! The fact that the num¬ ber of our subjects was cut in half pleased us very much. In Mr. Atto’s General Science class we learn e( J r hat strato cumulus wasn’t something to eat and that we could cook up a batch of water by dumping together a little hydrogen and some oxygen. Re¬ member how much we learned about California by getting Mr. Atto to tell us about his recent trip in order to keep from having a test for which we h a d n ’t studied? And then there was Miss Somerville’s English class in which we were required to write one composition for each of the first four days of the w e ek and two on Friday, with book reports liberally sprinkled throughout. She also taught us how to kill ourselves in perfect safety. I’m sure that we will always remember those famous words of Mark Antony which Miss Somerville drilled into us. Quote: I didn’t come to flap my trap about the sap; I just want to plant the bum.” That is to say, most of us learned these things. Some, for one reason or another, seemed not to like r he idea of obtaining a little education—maybe it was the work involved—and they dropped out. The rest of us entered the ninth grade with quite a bit more knowledge than we possessed a year before (?) Though we thought we knew quite a bit, it seems that Miss Walker had a very low opinion of our mentality; anyway, she was always turning us back in Algebra., but what we couldn’t understand was why we went back to fifty when we had started on seventy-nine! We also acquired sufficient knowledge on the care, feeding, and intelligence of cats; and were surprised when Honeyboy became a proud mother!! In the biology class we learned that humans can’t reason and that dogs are more intelligent than most people. Most of us, by hook or crook, made the grade and moved another step up the ladder of knowledge. Of all the trying times we gave our teachers in our Junior year, Mr. Coco had the worst of all with his English Class. It seems that Wade Pugh had some difficulty remembering whether a prepo¬ sition is found in a turkey dinner or a prepositional phrase. This was the year that Ray McKenzie set an all-time record for the number of classes success¬ fully skipped. The greatest mishap of the year was the intervention of a female into Mr. Coincon’s all-male geometry class. Incidentally, it was he who taught us that a rhombus is a dilapidated square. We also learned from Mrs. Roberts the correct technique for typing sixty words per minute but when wc tried it, we came out with a score of minus sixty words per minute! We also learned how to strike five keys at the same time with only one finger. We found the typewriters have not yet reached perfection: even though a person types perfectly, the things will still make mistakes. Betty Mae and Barbara must have had some kind of understanding with theirs because they continually made high scores. (That’s girls for you. They will always find some way to get what they want.) All but a few of the class managed to be promoted. Becoming Seniors automatically gives one privileges not granted to others. We have the right to skip classes, forget” to do assignments, etc. We can stop working and coast through on what we have done in former years. What do we have to worry about, we can’t fail now. A few more months and we’ll be sitting on top of the world. Excuse me a moment. Some one handed me a letter. Let’s see what it is. Hmmm, some prep school. Must want to offer me a position as professor or something or other. What!! Would like very much to enroll you as a member of our freshman class of 195 2.” That fellow must not have hoard. I graduated from L. H. S. !!!!! Donald Purvis Billy Wood

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Class Prophecy In the spring of 1961, I was employed as a newspaper reporter in a small southern town. Upon reading the New York Times, I came across an ad requesting applicants of reporters to cover a very exciting and perhaps dangerous expedition. Being somewhat bored with my job, and having seen nothing of the world as I had planned ten years before when I graduated from Lovingston High School, I decided to apply for the job. Several days later I boarded the plane which would take me to New York, and who was the pilot—my former classmate, G. D. Witt! He told me that after being discharged from the Air Force he and Marion Fields had gone in partnership and now had their own airlines. Bummie,” he informed me was now in South America on a chartered trip. After getting settled the stewardess came around to check on our comfort and to see if we needed anything. Much to my amazement it was Barbara Ann Wood! From our short conversation I learned that she had been divorced recently and declared that she would never look at another man. (You should have seen her later flirting with all the male passengers!) She came and told me to fasten my safety belt as we were landing and would be at the airport for several hours. Much to my surprise it was Lovingston!!! I quickly got off to see how many of my friends and classmates I could find. As I entered the terminal I thought I recognized the clerk. It was none other than Faye Elliott, whose husband was the manager of this branch of the airlines. She also said she visited quite often Mary Lee Hughes, Virginia and Marian Wood, all of whom were happily married and now living in or around Shipman. As it was time for lunch I walked several blocks and found an attractive restaurant. As I seated myself I glanced around and what was written on the door but Raymond Goolsby, Proprietor!! A waitress then interrupted my thoughts and it was none other than Della Banton. She had been working here for several months and Marian Carter, also. Marian and her husband were on their vacation at the time. After finishing my meal I still had an hour to spare so I decided to have my hair fixed. I saw the sign— Floyd Stevens Beauty Salon,” and to be sure it was Margaret Kathyrn and Helen. From the crowd I took for granted their business must be thriving. Helen had been engaged twice, but as yet hadn’t married. Margaret and Donald Mawyer had been married two years after graduation and they were now the proud parents of two darling little boys! While having my hair dried the cutest nurse came in. Yep, it was Joyce Wood, now the head nurse at the University of Virginia hospital, and she was also engaged to William Robertson. From our talk I gathered that she and Kathleen Gowen were really close friends. Kathleen was one of the leading women doctors at the University! She also told me that Billy Wood had married Judy Sheppard last month and was now teaching History at good ole LHS! I looked at my watch and found that my plane left in ten minutes so I hurriedly said goodbye and rushed to get back to the airport. Seated next to me, I discovered, was Clyde Harvey, very prosperous looking and with even a moustache! He now owned all of Davis Creek and was running for mayor of Lovingston! We had to make a stop in Washington, D. C., to pick up a very important senator. Naturally I was overwhelmed by seeing Ray Sites board the plane accompanied by his private secretary, Ruth Campbell!! She and Vernon had been happily married for years. Finally, we arrived in New York and after getting settled in the hotel, I ventured out to the newspaper office. I asked to see the editor, and they referred me to the editor’s secretary. There I found myself being introduced to Edna Mae Glover! She had held an important position in Washington for some time and had been here for several monthss. As she ushered me into the main office I noticed she laughed and I looked up and found myself face to face with Russell Henderson, editor of the New York Times!! We talked for ages and then he explained to me about the expedition, which was a trip to Mars!! I gasped at this as he continuedtelling me that this was an experiment of a noted scientist who was trying out his new space ship. He wouldn’t give the name, only said that he would call on me that evening to take me to dinner and show me some night life of New York. d i4 y