Marriott High School - Colonial Royalty Yearbook (St Stephens Church, VA)

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CLASS WILL We, the Senior Class of Marriott High School, Class of 1967, being of sound mind and, we believe of good judgment, do hereby make and declare this document to be our last will and testament. We hereby reserve this position in the 1967 Colonial Royalty. First, we leave our best wishes and gratitude to the teachers, administration, and fellow students of Marriott High School for the leadership and guidance rendered us the past twelve years. Peggy Wyatt leaves her ability to get good grades to Georgia Longest. Tommy Stone leaves his senior engagement to John Henry Howard. Ronnie Tignor leaves his ability to get along with teachers to Bill Ray Bradley. Betty Jeffries leaves her picking on boys to Lilly Loving. Raymond Atkins leaves his bleached hair to Lee Tucker. John D. Fogg leaves his ability to skip class to anyone capable of doing so. Buddy Seal leaves his height to Jonah Langford. Polly Loving leaves her kind and thoughtful ways to Mary Gibson. Ed Jones leaves his wild weekends to Steve Frizzell. C. W. Fogg leaves his bus driving career to Emmett Gathright, Jr. Dale Chenault leaves his basketball ability and ' 58 Ford to Woodrow Trice. Shirley Langford leaves her long hair to Connie Taylor. John Martin leaves his wild study hall periods to Cornelius Holmes. Bobby Langford leaves his studying in English Class to Gus Broache. Donnie Atkins leaves his refreshment stand at the basketball games to Junior Hundley. Signed and sealed on this the 5th day of June in the year of 1967.

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MEMORIES We all have memories I am sure. As we have journeyed on our tour. Our journey started in Room One, That was where our fun begun, Mrs. Clark always kept us straight. And wouldn ' t accept us being late. Next, we entered Room Two, Things now weren’t quite so new. Mrs. Crouch taught us many things. Preparing us for what life brings. When we arrived in Room Three, We were growing up, you could see. Miss Mary Acree taught that year. And to all, was very dear. In spare time, the poems we d learn. Kept us from having time to burn. Our next room was Number Four, And who did we find at the door? Mrs. Greenwood, waiting for one and all, She taught us much, we can recall. Up the line we journeyed on. And on that September morn. Miss Clare Mitchell was in Room Five; She found our group much alive. We were still growing up you know. She managed well, in spite of the show. Room Six was our next stop. To continue to cultivate our crop, Mrs. Hagerty was there to see us through. And teach us things that were new. We had been warned that the seventh grade, was the hardest to make, if it were made. But in Room Seven, who did we find? Mrs. Alexander, the best of kind. She explained things well, until we understood. And could do the things that we should. Now, that high school was ahead. We didn’t expect it to be a soft bed. We had many teachers, from many places. They taught us much and we remember their faces. Yes, graduation time is drawing near. We shall miss our classmates and all so dear. Wherever we are and whatever we do. We’ll extend best wishes and keep memories of you. We hope that you will do the same. For we’ll need your wishes to help make us a name.

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CLASS PROPHECY One night about midnight, as I was leaving Gale ' s house in Newtown, she warned me that I should have gotten gas; but I said, 1 know this car better than you do and 1 know I won ' t run out of gas. 1 got about five miles from her house and, sure enough, I did run out of gas. 1 started walking and, boy, I sure hated having to leave my car sitting be- side the road like that! I walked for about thirty minutes, and all of a sudden 1 heard a car coming. 1 pulled back my finger and threw up my thumb. A car was coming toward me, 1 dashed away and it just happened that a forestry tool box was behind me. 1 fell against it, hitting my head, then blacked out. I started a wonderful dream about my classmates. It was now the year of 1977. 1 was now the owner of Atkins Motor Company, a garage selling new cars. On the side 1 had a Racer and 1 was leaving the next day for the Indianapolis 500. When I arrived the next day in Indianapolis, the first people I saw were the Q” boys, BOBBY LANGFORD and DONNIE ATKINS. They now owned and operated a night school for young boys, which they had attended when they were in high school. I went to register for the race the next day, when who should be selling tickets but SHIRLEY LANGFORD, who was now married to a lawyer and living in Indianapolis. She invited me over to their home that evening. When I arrived, they had a lovely evening planned. We went to a night club and who were we entertained by --but POLLY LOVING, now a Go Go girl. That really shocked me, but man, she did a good job! The next day, just before the race, I ran into BUDDY SEAL who was married to Janet Balderson, with two girls. I won the race and started home, but decided to stay over one night in North Carolina. I got a room and turned on the TV and who should I see but a good friend, DALE CHENAULT, now playing football for Davidson College. I have to admit. Dale, that was a good pass. I returned home and went back to work. In about .three weeks time I heard ED JONES had fallen in love with a girl from college. He had quit college and gotten married. 1 also heard Mr. Mrs. Ernest Jones had thirteen carpenters in Powcan putting the roof back on their house because the weatherman called for rain. In about tliree years they finally made arrangements for Ed to become a partner in the chicken farm.