Norfolk Academy - Horizons Yearbook (Norfolk, VA)

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THOMAS SPICUZZA Tom has been at the Academy for two years, and during that time he has piled up an outstanding record both in and out of class. Tom has lived in Norfolk all his life and is a loyal subiect of Virginia, Miss Virginia-, of courselll While at the Academy he has played football and baseball. You must hand it to him: He's topsll After he leaves the Academy, Tom plans to attend V. M. I. and later dental school. One of Tom's specialties is losing girls to the other members of the Sixth Form. Tom, all in all, is one of the most respected boys by young and old at the Academy. ALAN STEIN Alan seems to be the central symbol of the ioviality in the south study oom. His presence in that sacred domain can generally be detected by tis steintorian laughter, which rolls through the basement and bursts nto the upper floors. His life isn't all frolic, for he and his family seem to ind time for study, as was indicated by his classic burst in Trig. class of 'That's not the way my mother did that problem! If anyone wishes to find Stein during a free period, he has but to look n the south study room for a moonstruck youth sitting with head on arms ltaring blissfully at an Esquire picture of his idol, a distinguished singer, vhich after the third week of school replaced o snapshot of a young girl n shorts and blouse. It is reported that Alan aspires to a career at a sumptuous hotel in florida, where he plans to park cars for a living, that is, unless we all iunk and Ojus opens an eleven-chair barber shop. In that case Alan plans o stick with his comrades and park cars for the shop. I am sure that whatever profession Alan chooses, it will be a happy ine, for his ioviality is infectious. Last Will and Testament I, Tom Spicuzza, leave my affairs in the hands of my brother. l, Bill Spicuzza, will record my own last will and testament when I have straightened out the affairs of my brother. Oh, brotherl I, Ed Darden, leave my post as Party Leader of the Opposition Party to anyone in the rising Sixth Form who is against whatever it is. I, Menalcus Lankford, resign my Chair of Poetry and Art to a rising new scholar of Sanskrit and Hebrew. iNote: Chair is now being repaired at The Poetry and Art Chair Repair Company.l I, Skip Grafton, have already left my glasses somewhere and can't do a thing about this until I find them. You say Stein has sat on them .... ? I, Jerry Fee, would leave my achievements in the sciences except that I do not wish to eclipse the memory of Mr.Albert Einstein. I, Mays Lewis, leave because hunting season is here. I, Gordon Miller, leave mute testimony in the form of the world's IOlst great book, which you now have in your hands. I, Davis Reed, do likewise, and also will my freckles to any convincing country hick in the Fifth Form. I, Alan Stein, leave- All right, all right-l'lI go quietly. I, Oius Malphurs, am not really going to leave, for I'm going to take it all with me. 15

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ww WALLACE GRAFTON Who's that sport in the red MG? That could be none other than Skip Grafton, alias G.A. This title reputedly stands for General Athletics, but another name bearing the same initials, and which he is unlikely to disclose, was once bestowed upon him. Skip is a real gay blade, who ap- pears at every party and rarely fails to liven up those present with his good humor. Rumor has it that he once surprised a young lady by showing up at her house one morning in time for breakfast, then spent the remain- der of the day in her swimming pool. The next day he did it again. Skip is now very popular with this young lady's family. Skip's cheerfulness often overflows into his school life, but he can be serious as well. His grades may vary from the bottom bracket to the tap, even the high honor roll, perhaps depending on the phases of the moon or his uncertain love life. Skip hopes to attend either Princeton or Washing- ton and Lee, and in either case we are sure his genial disposition mixed with a certain seriousness of purpose will stand him in good stead. E. 2? ' mm LIVINGSTON LEWIS Livingston is one of the clean-living members of the Sixth Form, not portaking of cakes or other strong beverages. He cloes, however, have a slight interest in the fairer sex: we repeat-slight. Lewis is a mighty hun- ter, regularly entering the dork unexplored regions of Princess Anne County with only a shotgun and native Wamba D. Reed as his guide. On a recent trip this poragon among huntsmen bagged twenty-nine crows, five doves, three marsh hens, and a turtle which was unfortunate enough to cross the path of so accurate a shot as Livingston. His hunting career Continued an page 99. OJUS MALPHURS Oius is also known as the Rat Boy , this, he will indignantly tell you is a misnomer. ln reality the rats from which he acquired his name were mice. You may recall the lunchtime announcement that gave rise to thi nick-name. lt was the year i953 when Oius majored in biology that hi became officially known as Killer of Rats. One day he turned upon on: of his beloved white mice with a rubber-headed hammer secured from 1 wailing first-grader, and with the words, Onward, iunior biologistsf bashed the poor creature's head in imouse's not first groder'si. All this ii the interest of science, of course. The skin of this hapless animal now grace Oius' famous linfomous-your choicei hat, which also has various snaki skins and ostrich plumes sewn upon it. Oius seems always to have some small, creeping thing with him. H returned from Florida this year with a very small lizard, which had th Continued on page 99 14

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L shoving her through her eight-gear range into absolute maximum. Finally I was roaring along in high, fifteen miles an hour, with Norfolk beginning to appear over the far horizon. Being now a stranger in town, I stopped to ask a policeman where I could eat. He recommended Dux Garden, a cool place run by my old friend, Ducky Darden. l walked in, a few minutes later, under a gar- ish neon sign proclaiming, If you don't like it, you don't have to eat here. There he was, the maior-domo him- self. Sweeping the waitresses aside, he served me him- self the specialite de maison, trash-bean soup and Class Prophecy 1976-a bright clear morning. Twenty years-Twen years ago my class and I had been graduated fro dear old N. A. Since that day, l had not seen one 4 them. A few minutes later l was on my way to Norfo in my super-slummy, seventh-dimension Lincoln Mark I 1531 I NORTH turnip pie. Amid back-slapping, riotous laughter, and flying soup, as we reminisced over the old days, who should 'L stalk in-blunderbuss cradled in his arms-but Livingston Lewis, the famous hunter, who had iust returned from an African safari. Excited at seeing us, he rushed to our table, tripped, and accidentally discharged his blunderbuss, killing three waitresses, a patron, and the headwaiter. Ducky generously brushed aside his apolo- gies and ordered the debris cleared away, and soon we were hearing all of Mays' news.