Norfolk Academy - Horizons Yearbook (Norfolk, VA)

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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

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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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x.4,.' 'gif :Y ASHBY TAYLOR London Bridge is NOT tolling down. Form PAGE NEWTON Mr. Herzog, shall I write my next theme in Greek or Sclnscrit? GEORGE POWELL This onnucl's lousy! Woit'll l'm ed itor next yec1rl 18 BOO MARGOLIUS It's-lt's just that Cadillac 'pride o ownership'.