Norfolk Academy - Horizons Yearbook (Norfolk, VA)

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E Q ' f l fx- i QQ, E F . A X xx VJ Robert Gardiner Shelly is Bob to everybody. President of the student body, his warmth, friendliness and cheerfulness bubble over and percolate down through the whole school. When Bob is serious about something, he really goes all the way, seeing whatever he undertakes out to the endg but when he relaxes, he really relaxes- with his feet stretched out into the next county. Somehow Bob's always on the ball, though, and can answer a question in class even when apparently asleep. No lover of dry and dusty scholarship, Bob is an authority on the classics of modern jazz and a versatile per- former on a number of instruments. Bob's plans for the future are not yet crystallized, but without question, wherever he goes, he will be surrounded by harmony. ROBERT GARDINER SHELLY ROBERT CLEWS WHEELER, JR. The term, one of the fellows , was never more aptly ustd than when applied to describe Rob Wheeler. There isn't a joke or a serious discussion in which he doesn't take a more than active part. The mystery of the caved-in Sixth Form door perhaps best illustrates this point. He is a well-rounded personality who is at every party, but who somehow always manages to get straight 90's on his grades. Rumor has it that he has six writers up in his room preparing his voluminous homework papers for him twenty-four hours a day. Seriously, Rob is the brain of the class and is making excellent grades consistently. Rob has had time this year to play football, basketball, and to sing in the Clee Club and undertake the responsibilities of being Vice-President of the student body. He is always ready to supply a shoulder to cry on, and a big hearty laugh to pep up any of his classmates who have met in disappointment with the opposite sex. Rob's going on next year to fields of wider en- deavor, and we know that he'll be a sparkplug for any group he finds himself in.

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i A.. A When the bell tolls at Norfolk Academy, we don't know whether it tolls for thee or not, but we do know that Bobby is at the other end of the bell rope -- and that you can set your watch by his tolling. And Bobby is as faithful as he is punctiliousg he is always willing to take on an assignment and carry it out to completion, or cheerfully ready to X Vx fluetttuummu 11. 43, do anyone a favor. Being notoriously good-natured, ,Que he is often at the receiving end of a practical joke, but he has never been known to take real offense. Bobby can, however, be credited with a little spoof- ing on his own account. Thinking to catch him nap- ping one day in class, Mr. Mac asked him the name of Shakespeare's wifeg without batting an eyelash, Bobby shot back, Marie Antoinette. We predict, that whatever Bobby's future course, he is destined it to live on the sunny side of life's street and spread it happiness around him. 'f . . ' w ROBERT CLOWER HANCKEL Frank Jacobs came to the Academy the first year that it opened, and has been here ever since. Big Jake as he is known to his friends, has developed over the years into an excellent athlete, as well as a good student. He plays tackle on the football team, basketball guard, and catcher on the baseball team. In addition to these accomplishments, he has as his hobby, horseback riding and is an excellent horseman. Upon graduation, he is planning to go to the University of Virginia and there to become a very successful lawyer. 3 fl 3 D K 7 tiff ' . , , , 1 ll OFF ro his qygqqv be able to tell you. FRANK STANLEY Moom-: 12 FRANK ALLEN JACOBS If there is any thing you want to know about airplanes, Frank will always If there is any thing you want to know about right guard on the football team, or how to run the mile as they do in track, Frank will be able to tell you. If there is any thing you want to know about physics, history, trigonometry, solid geometry or English, Frank will be able to tell you. In fact, if there is anything you want to know, Frank will be able to tell you. ,Q 'SSR Q .J xg? K Q ' x X X 1 5:1

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CLASS PRCPHECY On my last yearly trip back to the states, I was fortunate enough to run into Bob Shelly, who was the new headmaster of the Johnsonian Institute fthe new name of the Norfolk Acad- emyl. Bob is running the school on the principle that a well-rounded boy is a good boy, and, therefore, makes each boy play with a round basketball seven bells a day. We both talked about Bob Hanckel and the Nobel Prize in electronics he had just been awarded the day before. It seems as though Hank got tired of taking of the attendance slips and perfected an electronic robot to do the work for him. George Grinnan was still working on his Doctor's degree. He had already attained at thirty-five years old, his MA, but was still griping. It was revealed that his mother was per- sisting in keeping him in on the weekends when he didn't get a good grade. Frank Jacobs has become the most famous of us. It seems that Mr. Mac got tired of his crummy themes and told him to go to '6England on a hot day in December. Jake went, and is now the Poet Laureate of England. Bob Wheeler had intended to study medicine but his patriotism got the best of him. Bob Shelly told me that he read of him in the newspaper just the other day. It seems that Bob decided to combine his career with Korea and became the first pilot to perform an appen- dectomy in a jet plane going six thousand miles an hour. Frank Moore was the disgrace of the whole class. It seems that on one of his many lec- ture tours, Frank described what would happen if Russia dared attack us. Unfortunately, a Communist agent was sitting in the audience, who forwarded the information to Russia. Russia attacked and Frank is now in Sing Sing. By the way, I'm living in Russia now. I got tired of hearing about the great satirists Pope and Swift and moved to a place where I could become a literary dictator too. From now on, you will kindly refer to the ages, as, the Ages of Pope, Johnson, and Cooper. LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT I, Charles Cooper, leave my pep rallies to any fifth former who is man enough to get a sore throat. I, Frank Moore, leave Mister Stirling's math courses to the other unfortunates who must take them. I, George Grinnan, leave my apple polishing seat in front of Mr. MacConochie's desk, to any boy in the fifth form who' is flunking so badly that he needs it. I, Robert Wheeler, leave my pair of clean white bucks to John Ryan, may he ever keep up the good tradition and polish them every night. I, Frank Allen Jacobs, leave to any boy in the fifth form my wordiness in answering questions, so that he may continue to frustrate the masters, especially Mr. Sperry. I, Robert Shelly, just found out that I flunked, and am not leaving after all. I, Robert Clower Hanckel, hereby leave to any boy in the fifth form a pair of thick-soled shoes in which to collect attendance slips. 14