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

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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.

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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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The next thing I heard was that RONALD TIGNOR had completed college. Somehow General Cox had blackmailed him into doing it; but it didn ' t do him any good, because it doesn ' t take a college education to feed sheep and cattle. He was tied down there for a life-time sentence. I went to Richmond one day to get some parts and who should I run into but PEGGY WYATT, now Mrs. Reid Davis, a happy housewife with three children. She told me that BETTY JEFFRIES was an Old Maid because she just couldn ' t get the right one; so she wouldn ' t have anyone. Betty was now working as a secretary for Jeffries Lumber Company and always spent her time sporting around in a little blue Mustang. JOHN D. FOGG was now working for the Department of Highways, but still single. He was at this time straightening and paving the road from Owenton to King Queen Court House because he was just spending too much money in tires on that old crooked road. CHARLES FOGG was happily married to the former Pamela Atkins and he really had it made. They had built a new house and he stayed at home to make sure nothing was stolen or that nothing would go wrong while Pamela worked everyday. That ' s what I really call being faithful to him. One day TOMMY STONE dropped by the shop and wanted a new car. I sold him one, at a good profit, and he told me he was now running the Walkerton Hardware Store. I told him that working all the t ime like he did, he didn ' t need a new car because he didn ' t have time to drive it. Time passed--about a month--when one day I was working real hard and I heard someone hollering, Don ' t Raymond, an old saying from school. I looked and found out that it was JOHN MARTIN. We talked for a while and he told me he was now Business Manager for Vaughan, Incorporated. All of a sudden I started seeing shades of light and I felt myself coming around. I looked up and Mama and Daddy were looking at me. The first thing I said was Daddy, did you get my car out of the road? When I recovered completely all my classmates came in and I told them my dream. We all wished it were 1977.