Norfolk Academy - Horizons Yearbook (Norfolk, VA)

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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.

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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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l4y 4 Actually he was iust barely recognizable, thanks to the effects of the iungle rot he had contracted in the swamps of Princess Anne County. We noted the claw marks, too, he had received in a vicious encounter with a savage mud turtle near Lake Drummond. The scalps of four game wardens hung at his belt, Despite the rig- ours of his life, he was extremely happy. After an en- ua -,.,,,,,.. S ...ik Of ftfffoffff gagement of twenty years, he was now sending out invitations for his wedding, only 43 months away. Somewhat sadly, I left my old friends after paying the cashier a mcdest 523.50 for my fine lunch, and set out to locate my other comrades. Finding myself on 2lst Street, I decided to visit the old barber shop where we had all gotten our start. It hadn't changed a bit, even the ten old choirs were still there. At first the place seemed empty, but I heard a scuffling in the rear of the SOUTH shop and who should emerge but Alan Stein, just barely recognizable. Shine, Sir? With tears in his eyes, Alan accepted the buck l gave him in return for some local news. During Alan's momentary disappearance to the rear of the shop, l heard the clang of the door of a heavy safe and the crash of one or two money bags. Back shortly, he told me where l could find the various members of the Class of '56. Continued on page 99. 17