Montvale High School - Echo Yearbook (Montvale, VA)

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Ust iVill and Testament We, the Seniors of ' 53 of Montvole High School, having been of sound mind and memory for five yea rs, but who are about to lose both do now make public and declare our last will and testament as follows: To the Juniors we leave Miss Rayburn. Watch out for her study hall bulletins. To the sophomores we leave our quiet, dignified ways. (Even though they didn ' t show.) To the freshmen we leave our grades. You have four years to improve them. To the eighth grade we leave five years to get better acquainted with Miss Rayburn. To all the teachers we leave our talents that never showed in our classes. I, Jane Aldridge, will my giggles to Nellie Bowyer. I, Tommy Berry, will my teeth to anyone who gets up when told to shut up. I, Pattie Boggess, leave my love for Bobby ' s to Ellen McFarland. I, Luther Draper, will my Toni to Joy Falls. I, Cecil Dunbar, leave my love for West Virginia to Bobby Humphreys. I, Ellen Evans, leave my sympathy to the next Echo editor. I, Bobby Garrett, leave my position on the basketball team to Bobby Humphreys. I, Jimmy Garrett, leave. I, Laura Graham, will my slimness to Janice Luck. We, Gloria Gross and Nellie Hutchens, leave our study hall secrets to Mary Sue Roudabush. (Will they remain secrets?) I, Bucky Hamm, leave my love for mountain climbing and fire fighting to Mr. McKee. We, Colleen Hartberger and Jeanette Jones, will our chewing gum to any¬ one brave enough to enter Mrs. Gordon ' s classes with it. I, Robert Hartberger, will my love for cradle robbing to anybody that can do something with it. I, Mary Hoylman, will my West Virginia lingo to Lucy Burkholder. I, Arlene Johnson, leave my ability to turn cart-wheels to Willie Rose. I, Ray Johnson, will part of my height to Buddy Bowyer. We, Don McAfee and Iva Mae Forgie, leave our advanced standings to Elmandine Watson and Harvey Crouch. I, James McCabe, leave my part as Snowball to anyone who can do as well. I, Ruth Morgan, leave my love for the week-ends to Lois Kirby. I hope she enjoys them as much as I did. I, Minnie Robinson, will my quiet ways to Doris Catron and Tommy Holdren. (I hope they use them.) I, Richard Turpin, will the bus to someone who won ' t have flat tires the first day of exams. Signed, sealed and stamped this day of June, 1953, at Montvale High School in the presence of: SPARKPLUG BUSTER Signed: The Senior Class of 1953 of Montvale High School

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Senior Class Olficers Robert Hartberger.Reporter Ray Johnson.President Richard Turpin.. . ...Vice-President Not in Picture: Ellen Evans.Secretary-Treasurer Prophecy I looked into the future as for as I could see, And there I saw the rest of the world And the remains of the class of ' 531 The other day some friends and I were talking about what we were going to do in the future, and we were wondering what we would be doing twenty years from now. So I went to see a professional seer and asked him if he would look into the future and see what it holds for us twenty odd sen¬ iors. Instead, he sent me into a trance and this is what I beheld of the class of 1953. This is what you will find the remains of the class of ' 53 doing on June 1, 1973. Richard Turpin, the super-safe bus driver, who spent 15 years trying to invent bus seats that would fold into the wall with the pupil inside has recently returned to the Western Hospital for the insane. Bobby Garrett, whose one desire was to become a Hot Rod driver, is now running Garrett ' s grocery. On Sunday Bobby goes to the races at Starkey as an ardent spectator. Minnie Robinson, who desired to replace Marilyn Monroe in the movies, is now assistant professor of philosophy at William and Mary College. Jane Aldridge is now a famous Home Economics teacher and is very much in demand as an after dinner speaker. Her favorite topic is the fundamentals of scrubbing floors. Colleen Hartberger, who wanted to become a singer with a Hillbilly Band, is now recuperating from laryngitis from hollering at her seven children. Her husband is owner of an Earphone Repair Shop. Ray Johnson, whose ambition in high school was to be¬ come an instructor on How to Sleep, is now president of Johnson, Johnson Johnson ' s Orchards. He supervises the graveyard shift. Luther Draper just returned from a world tour with his famous band known as The Draper Scruggs-Ramblers; his latest recording, Roxy Special, has sold over 2 million copies. James McCabe, who planned to become a surgeon after studying obroad, is a successful farmer and a cow doctor on the side. Miss Nellie Hutchins, who didn ' t want to die an old maid, is working for Johnson ' s Orchards. She is secretary in charge of Bug-Riddance. Mary Hoylman, who wanted to become a star news¬ paper columnist, has just been appointed the President ' s per¬ sonal reporter. Laura Graham, who dreamed of a successful career as a journalist, is still single, and has been promoted to Assistant Manager of Barr-Topham 5 10 in Bedford. Pattie Boggess, who just wanted to become a successful housewife, was recently married for the eighth time. Says Pattie, I can ' t stand being lonely. Ruth Morgan, who turned down a married life for a ca¬ reer, has been named to run for the Presidency of the U.S. on the Feminatic ticket. She is the first woman to try. Gloria Gross, the famed screen and TV star, is making a movie of her life entitled Gloria ' s Glory. Tommy Berry, a second Nathan Hale, who longed to give his one life for his country, is a corporal in the Infantry and permanently in charge of K.P. at Camp Pickett. Robert Hartberger is now a billionaire industrial archi¬ tect, and has recently returned from Peru where he is in charge of a project which he claims, when finished, will change ocean water into oil. Arlene Johnson, who wanted to become rich, has recently entered the Old Folk ' s Home. Jimmy Garrett, a self-styled business tycoon, who dropped a half million in a wildcat company known as Garrett Cons. Co. Limited of the Goose Creek Valley, is a linesman for Cofer Cons. Co. Bucky Hamm, who thought he could become an Electri¬ cal Engineer, is a professional wrestler; in his spare time he has taken Mr. Mckee ' s job as fire warden. Ellen Evans, the efficient editor of the Echo, is now owner of the Jot Em ' Down Store in Union. Jeanette Turpin, who received an early start with mar¬ ried life is now a widow and a Wall Street millionaire. Cecil Dunbar, who joined our class late in our senior school year, has fulfilled his ambition to be a farmer and has recently bought the famed Circled K Ranch. In his spare time, Cecil is a professor of horticulture at VPI.

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Class History It seems almost impossible that we—the graduating class of 1953—could have once been a class of green freshmen, with nothing but nonsense and foolishness in our minds. In September 1949 a bewildered group of boys and girls, searching for higher learning, ascended the steps of Montvale High School. After getting into the swing of things and getting that fearful Rat Day over, we elected as our class officers: president, Rebecca Brown; vice-president, Don McAfee; secre¬ tary, Laura Graham; treasurer, Bobby Garrett; and reporter, Gloria Gross. We had as our sponsors Mr. K. E. Coffman and Miss Julia Foster. At the end of the semester, a strange, new experience faced us—examina¬ tions. The morning of our first examination we came to school with our heads in a whirl. Frantically, we tried to find the answers to questions a minute be¬ fore exams were called. What is an adverb? What are personal pronouns? These and many other questions were heard as we prepared to face the new ordeal. However, most of us came through successfully; but a few were unable to join us the next year when we became freshmen. Now was the time for our revenge, and we promptly turned the eighth graders into Rats. This gave us a feeling of superiority; however, along our own paths still lurked the fearful monsters of algebra, biology, and dates of history. At times discouragement overcame us, but at length by the help and advice of our leaders—president, Don McAfee; vice-president, Bobby Garrett; secretary and treasurer, Betty Thomas; reporter. Tommy Berry; and sponsor, Miss Margaret Walker—we freed ourselves and emerged in safety. The next year we returned to M.H.S. as proud sophomores. This was our year for work. Since there were no juniors, due to the five year program which was added, we had the hard work and fun of giving the Sophomore-Senior Banquet, with Gypsy Caravan as our theme. As our leaders this year we had: president, Betty Thomas; vice-president, Bobby Garrett; secretary and treas¬ urer, Laura Graham; reporter, Jimmy Garrett; and sponsor. Miss Virginia An¬ derson. The next fall we appeared as dignified juniors, the highest class, since there were no seniors. We worked hard to achieve our standing and as our officers for this year we had: president, Don McAfee; vice-president, Robert Hartberger; secretary and treasurer, Laura Graham; reporter, Richard Turpin; and sponsor. Miss Wilma Rayburn. When our senior year began, our class had decreased to only 24 members. As we started the last lap of our journey, we were determined to work hard to achieve our goal—graduation. As our senior officers we had Ray Johnson, president; Richard Turpin, vice-president; Ellen Evans, secretary and treasurer; Robert Hartberger, reporter; and sponsor. Miss Wilma Rayburn. Our senior year, filled with memories of the Minstrel, the Play and the Junior-Senior Banquet when WE were the honored guests, sped by so quickly that almost before we knew it, the eventful day of graduation came. As we stood at the end of our course, it seemed sadder than we had expected—and different somehow; for we realized that our journey had not ended, but only begun; and though each of us may travel in a different direction, our minds will forever wander back to the familiar halls and faces and our happy days at M.H.S.