Montvale High School - Echo Yearbook (Montvale, VA)

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H ropnecij As our school days at M.H.S. draw to a close, we shall soon be on our own. Little do we know what our future will be, or into what path Fate will direct us. Last night, as I sat in my room thinking of our approaching graduation, I began to think on what the future holds for each of us. Drifting into a trance, I began to have visions — visions in which I was able to follow the future careers of my classmates. My vision was a sad and exciting one. It was 1961 and I was checking the roll and here’s what I found: NAME AMBITION DESTINATION Douglas Ahrens To be a rich man Died in poorhouse Elsie Boothe Homemaker Homebreaker Robert Bowyer To get married Working in the garage Betty Sue Burkholder School teacher Sales girl Emma Jane Coleman Athletic director Referee Billie Jane Davidson Nurse Serving a jail sentence for poi¬ soning a patient. Junior Dooley Bachelor Married and has eight kids Darden Earley Big game hunter Caught in his own trap Barbara Foster Nurse Bad nerves Jeanette Franklin Music teacher Missionary to China Eloise Grubb To have a maid Going home to scrub floors Billy Gross Merchant Buying groceries for his family Doris Hartberger Nurse Nursing her own aches and pains Helen Anne Hatcher Home Economics teacher Learning to boil water Shirley Hutchens To get a husband Basketball coach Bobby King Drive a Greyhound bus Holes in his shoes Nancy Luck Elementary teacher Teaching the twins to say Dad¬ dy Bad case of verbs Dorlee Martin English teacher Lloyd Orange To go to V.P.I. Has flooded Death Valley trying to irrigate it Myrtle Roop Salesgirl Sold her boy friend on the idea of giving her a diamond Paschal Rose To be successful President of P.T.A. Helen Jean Shelton Housewife Mr. Prichett’s secretary

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JOHN WHITWORTH ■nnBBni F.F.A.—1,2,3,45 Secretary—3,4; Athle¬ tic Club—4; Glee ' Club—3; Baseball—3, 4; Basketball—3,4; Football—4; K.V.G. -3,4. JAMES WITT F.F.A.—1,2,3,4, Sentinel—2, Treasurer— 3, Vice-President—4; Class Vice-Pres¬ ident—3; Glee Club—3,4. CLASS POEM Dear class of ’51! The time has come for us to go. Now we have only recollections, Ahead our future we cannot know. Our class is very small, Our hopes and aims are high. We wish to be successful, As the years go rolling by. We happily view with pride, Our struggles of might and main. For the highest marks in school, Are what we’ve strived to gain. We’ve heard a lot of sentiment, About commencement days. Of life’s great rattle, And parting of the ways. Memories are what we make them, And now as our paths divide. May we remember our old pals, And how we labored side by side. Our teachers have been loyal, Our principal loyal and more. Spurred on by praise and challenge, W e close the school house door. —Dorlee Martin—

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Peggy Stiff Elbert White John Whitworth James Witt Secretary Mechanic F armer To make up his history test Clerk in a 5 and 10 £ store Working on his children’s toys Hen-pecked” husband Farmer To my sorrow I suddenly awoke from my trance and thus ended my glimpses into the future of our classmates, even though there is much, I am sure, I overlooked. So now we, the Senior Class of ’51, say goodby to our high school career and begin the long journey into the careers of the future. Class Prophets Emma Jane Coleman and Nancy Luck