Marlinton High School - Marlintonian Yearbook (Marlinton, WV)

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FAREWELL CLASSMATES ★ Farewell, dear old M. H. S. We’ll soon be leaving you. We’ve worn your colors for years, And have always served you true. ‘Tis our wish while we are parting To give thanks and praise to all, And leave our sincere good wishes To our schoolmates in these halls. Although we are very excited We sometimes hide a tear, For deep within our hearts Lie memories sweet and dear. We’ll recall in future memories All our fun, work, and play, M. H. S. will remain with us A cheerful dream while on our way. We know you wish us luck We’ll certainly need it too; And we wish the best of everything Dear M. H. S. for you. So farewell, dear M. H. S. ‘Tis our fate that we must part, But you’ll always be the nearest And dearest to each heart. Hattie Wooddell My classmates—gosh I like them all Tho’ some are short and some are tall Some are lean and some are fat Naturally they can’t help that. I don’t judge folks by how they look Neither by rules of hook or crook A friendly word, a pleasant smile, Is my gauge of things worth while. A helping hand a willing heart A true desire to do one’s part My classmates have the friendly touch Of real folks—that mean so much To me, to you, to everyone, Makes school life pleasant—lots of fun. Lucy Thompson HELP Dear fellow students hear my plea Poetry doesn’t make sense for me I know that cat will rhyme with rat But this doesn’t seem to rhyme with that. My efforts all end in a mess I find myself in great distress. Yet where there’s life there’s hope they say, So I’ll do better some other day. With your help and sympathy A greater poet someday I’ll be. I’m out of rhyme that means I’m through. Good gosh—I hope this poem will do. Christine Rimel A DREAM COME TRUE Greenbank came down to Marlinton, to throw us for a loss. By the time the second play had ended, they knew who was boss “Beaky” Buzzard carried the ball, right down to the goal Tom Morrison then scooted across, he was hardly touched by a soul. The next time Marlinton got the ball, it was just about the same With the fancy running of Jim and “Beak,” it was a 12-0 game. But Greenbank came back with a gleam in their eye They were good for plenty more. Arbogast went through the line, for their first and only score Marlinton came back in the second quarter, like a bunch of wild, woolly boars With the help of everyone on the team, a touchdown was made by Jim Moore. The second half went scoreless and Greenbank was plenty sore, They tried and tried but it was all in vain, they couldn’t make a score. The Greenbank boys were plenty sad, but there was nothing they could do. They had to take it in their stride, altho’ they were very blue Everyone was going wild, the kids were very glad. And you should have seen John Hayslett, why he pert-nere went mad. Well I’d better quit, I’m getting hoarse and I’m sorry Greenbank’s blue, But this is what I’ve been trying to say, its nothing but “A Dream Come True.” Gerald Gordon

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CHRISTINE RIMEL DEMPSEY TRAINER Dumb as they come and twice as lazy pesters her classmates and drives teachers crazy Demp has a line and is a pretty good liar when a girl falls for him she’s playing with fire COTY ROBERTSON ROBERT VARNEY Bruce is the lighter of her life one of these days she may be his wife He is shy and bashful in his own little way and when you see him he has very little to say TWILA SMALLRIDGE JACK VAUGHAN She’s the gal who goes for a certain bread truck here’s wishing her the best of luck This boy’s loud and quite a pest but way down deep he’s one of the best JACK SHARP JOHNNY WEBB 5 for the girls, he’s not much to court but when it comes to athletics he’s quite the sport Jonathan isn’t the romantic boy but he can make a girl’s heart beat with joy STYRL SHARP RALPH WILEY This boy is mischievous and mean as they come but when he’s in the crowd we’re sure to have fun Six feet three of masculine charms I’d love to get lost in those great big arms DORIS SPITZER She someday wants to be a Hiner we can’t think of anything i ■r VI A n

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In September 1945 seventy-three shy and excited freshmen gathered at Marlinton High School to form a caravan to explore the Valley of Knowledge in search of gold nuggets. Mr. Yeager, our guide, drew us a map (schedule) to help us in our four years of wandering in this unknown land. He also informed us that there were several sign posts (teachers) to be found in and around the Valley to aid us in our struggle for gold nuggets of knowledge. Being unfamiliar with this cold and unfriendly land we decided to choose Nancy Chestnut as our leader with Doris Spitzer to help her. Mildred Wilfong was to record all important happenings and buy our supplies, needing faith in ourselves we chose Lorna Wyatt and Margaret Irvine to cheer us on. Starting out with high hopes of succeding we were ridiculed by some of the older prospectors who through carelessness had failed to find some of the most valuable nuggets. Possessing perseverance, however, we survived the ridiculed and discouragements of the first year and after three months of rest sixty-seven of us were prepared and eagerly waiting to continue our journey. Returning to our caravan for our second year we decided to call ourselves the Sophomores as we had traveled far and learned much and we felt that the name suited us better. With a determination to succeed in the fulfillment of our plans we elected James Livesay as our leader and Doris Spitzer as his assistant. Nancy Chestnut was to keep our records and Raymond Nelson was in charge of our supplies. Realizing that we needed a reporter to keep the rest of the valley informed of our pro¬ gress we choose Margaret Buzzard for the part. Margaret Irvine and Hattie Wooddell were to cheer us over the rough spots of our journey. Feeling brave and more carefree we decided to initiate our low¬ er classmates and thus secure revenge for our own humiliation of the past year. Things ran some¬ what smoother than the previous year and after nine months of hard work we again called our cara¬ van to a halt and took a short vacation. In the fall of 1947 when we again met to continue our journey we realized that out number had decreased from the sixty-seven of the previous year to fifty-six. This year we selected Clifford Arbogast to take charge and Forest Kellison as his aid. Raymond Nelson was to be our recorder and Clive Alderman was put in charge of our supplies. This year we elected Margaret Irvine and Mary Perkins to cheer us on our way. Being older and more sure of ourselves we took time out for a greater amount of entertainment during this year. Several of the boys had much success in sports while others of our group put on a play entitled “Aunt Bessie Beats the Band.” Then Mr. Yeager again called a halt and once more gave us our freedom from work for three short months. Returning in the fall of 1948 for our fourth and last year in this part of the Valley, we began to feel sad because we realized that we had grown quite fond of our friend prospectors as well as Mr. Yea¬ ger and several of the more humane sign posts (teachers). Quickly hiding our feeling and with a great show of courage, however, we begin to choose wise leaders for our group such as Nancy Chestnut our President, Bob Kellison, Vice President, Mildred Wilfong secretary, Clive Alderman, Jr., as our trea¬ surer, and Hattie Wooddell, Margaret Irvine and Betty Clutter as cheer leaders. Thus convincing ourselves as to a wise choice in leaders, we settled down to getting many gold nuggets of knowledge as well as quite a bit of fun out of this last year. During the year several of our members again made a name for themselves in the field of ath¬ letics. We also put on a cake walk and a play called “Cracked Nuts” with much success. Thus after four years of hard work and much fun and laughter we bring to a close our search in Marlinton High School, The Land of Knowledge, with a week of fun and celebrations for our successful journey. After which we will scatter with the winds, still in search of more gold nuggets of knowledge whether at work, play, school or plain everyday living. I’m sure all of us will always consider our four years in M. H. S. as one of the happiest times of our lives. The End