Norfolk Academy - Horizons Yearbook (Norfolk, VA)

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nation's second biggest port? Still second biggest, and first noisiest. By the way, hovw's the bat- tle to annex Portsmouth coming? Haven't Dr. Mendleson and his group given in yet? Not yet. But it probably won't be long now. Just then Louis him- self rushed forward. You'll never annex us. We'll fight it all the way up to the Su- preme Court. Do you all think you can get away with anything? He got louder and louder, and waved his hands about wildly. He launched into a stormy tirade against the stupidity and iniustice of his opponents, and seemed about to burst with passionate fury. He stopped momentarily for breath. Stewart G o o d m a n, grinning broadly, stepped in. All right Louie. Slow down boy. Don't get excited. Excited, Louie cried excit- edly, Who's excited? Stewart laughed. Gradually, thanks to Stewart and Barton, he volume of the Atlantic off hand? It was Frank Newton. I replied that I did not, asking why he wanted to know. He explained that it had to do with a discussion of the relative advantages of submarines and air- craft carriers. He tried to explain the connection between volume and warships, but his explanation was too full of technical language for me to follow. The other party in the discussion, Jimmy Steele, tried to clarify it, but only added to my layman's confusion. I asked Jimmie how he liked life in the Canadian Navy, being anxious to change the subiect. Well, the food's good, the pay's all right, and everything would be flne if it just didn't take up so much time. I hardly have any time to use the 'Albatross'l The 'Albatross'? Here, let me show you, he said enthusiastically, whipping out a wallet. He hastily thumbed past snapshots of a young lady and children to a color photograph of in Glasgow. I bought her as a wreck and had her rebuilt. He turned to another photo showing the cabin, continuing with the en- thusiastic description, Finally he turned to Frank. But how about you? Has navy life lived up to your expecta- tions? Oh, yes. Of course, things change so fast it's hardly the same from one week to the next, what with missiles and submarines and the like. And then of course there's the reform. Oh, I heard about that. lsn't Barton supposed to have had a lat to do with that? I remember that for a while the papers were referring to him as the Mendes France of the Navy. Yes, he was the one primarily responsible. In fact, one might even say that it's due to him that we have the only dry navy in the world. And it's a good thing, too. Efficiency has been tremendously improved. began to shout less rapidly, and wave his arms about less wildly. Soon he was talking calmly. A few minutes later, however, I heard him shouting iust as passionately about what to put in a martini, an olive or an onion. Someone tapped me on the shoulder. Happen to know the a large schooner i full sail. lsn't she a b auty? he asked proudly. Frank and I both agreed. Say, wasn't that a wife and kids you passed back there? asked Frank. Uh huh. He flipped to an- other snapshot showing the deck. She's fifty feet long, built Just then the shouting of chlld- ren interrupted our conversation. It got louder and louder, and I could hear now and then loud animal-like roars. We all piled out into the corridor to see what the commotion was. Being rolled down the hall by two attendants was a large guilded cage, surrounded by

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CLASS REU IO REPCRT Nap, City of Hampton Roads, March I5, I978 It wa-s Bart-on's idea, of course. I had received my invitation almost a month before, and had accepted enthusiastically. The trip, by modern standards, was not a long one, the brief rest was quite welcome, and most of all I would have an oppor- tunity to see old friends, most of whom I hadn't seen in over a decade. I became so absorbed in my thoughts that before I realized it, I had completely overshot Norfolk, and had to drop to a lower level to circle back around. Here the traffic was thicker, and I found my- self surrounded by 'copters of all sorts. I had iust become settled in the stream when I heard faintly be- hind me the blast of a horn and the explosive roar of braking iets. ln my rear view mirror I saw a sleek white 'copter knifing its way between slower-moving vehicles. Hardly had I glimpsed it than it shot past. It seemed about to smash into a freight vehicle iust ahead, when at the last possible moment it cut on a powerful iet booster and slid in front of the other by inches. It went out of view rapidly, leaving behind it a thoroughly dis- rupted traffic pattern and many Irate drivers. As the traffic regroulped itself, I found myself behind what ap- peared to be a bread 'copter, ex- cept for its yellow color. As I passed it I saw the words Nor- folk Academy on the side. A flat- topped head was iust visible through the driver's window. I now saw below me the fa- miliar belfry of the Academy build- ing. Nothing had changed, except that in place of the swamp was a helicopter field. Knowing I was al- ready Iate, I passed overhead, and set my course for the new up- per school buildings, which Iay in the direction of Virginia Beach. I hovered over the seventy- five acre square of rolling lawn, neatly placed trees and shrubbery, and colonial style buildings. The largest of these was topped by a belfry similar to the one on the old building, only larger. The second largest, a two-story affair, was topped by a good sized observa- tory. Also prominent was a chapel. On the other side of the road were over a dozen tennis courts, and football, baseball, and polo fields. As I landed I noted that the parking field was almost full. Walk- ing between rows of parked 'cop- ters, I saw the same white vehicle which had caused so much havoc earlier. Richard Tilghman stood by the open hood, apparently talking to a pair of legs which extended from the opening. As I approached, the opening slowly regurgitated the rest of John Ballard, who wiped some grease off his hands, and said to Richard, 'I' here, that ought to fix the sluggishness. One bf your fuel iniection nozzles was a little out of adiustmentf' Just then they saw me and shouted welcomes. We greeted each other heartily, and headed off toward the main building. Off to the left I saw a small lot for ground cars. Among them were a little red M.G., a shiny i920 Rolls Royce, and a I933 green Plymouth. This last was receiving the close at- tention of a lean gentleman in a grey suit. We walked over to find Frank Smith rubbing at a small mud spot with his coat sleeve. As we approached he turned around sleepily and yawned HelIo. Does this thing rea-lly still run? I asked. He looked at me with lackadaisical indignation. StilI run? Like a watchl This was the first in my collection of ground cars, which is now second only to that of Mr. W. E. WiIkins. A collection of ground cars? Isn't that a rather expensive hobby? It's quite profitable. Many people want vintage cars, and I serve as a rebuilder and distributor. The other three, who had been there for some time, then led me down to the senior lounge, where the reunion was being held. Ba-rton came forward to greet me. Well, welcome back to the Academy, Veau. How come you're so Iate? He chuckled to show he really didn't mean it. Sorry. I had to stop by New York City on the way down, and got tied up a little. New York, eh? How's the I .

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shouting children. In the cage an ape-like creature rattled the bars and roared, occasionally grabbing at those who came too close. And the more he roared and grabbed at them, the more delightedly they shrieked. Of course, I immediately rec- ognized Charlie Jones, who as an International television and movie monster was loved by children the world over. The cart was rolled to the doorway, and Charlie was led in, chained and snarling, by his at- tendants. Only when the door was closed did he take off the chains and put on a robe over the leop- ard skin. Soon he was talking earnestly with a small group about world affairs. I noticed Stewart Goodman methodically examining the books on the shelves lining the walls. My curiosity aroused, I walked over and asked him what he was doing. Well, to tell you the truth, I was making a survey to see how my books are doing. Your books? Yes, here's one. He took a paper bound book from the shelf. Its title read, English Literature Made Easy. Though I hadn't heard of the author, I saw from the cover that it was one of the Made Easy series, of Goodman Publications, Inc. On the back cover was a list of other books in the series. There were over fifty. Most of them on mathematical subiects were written by Stewart himself. Next year I'm starting a new series with outlines and criticisms of all the maior works of world litera- ture. lt's a wonderful field, and l've always been quite interested in it. I nodded. By the way, what are the re- sults of your survey? Q uite encouraging, he smiled, resuming it. I heard Peter Agelasto, Richard Tilghman and John Bal- lard conversing and moved over to ioin them. . . . thus upper class society clearly forms a self-preserving, stagnant situation based on petty, obsolete traditions and values, whose detrimental effects lie in their opposition to new, progressive 17 tendencies, John was saying. But I still don't see why we shouldn't go to parties, Pete inter- rupted. lt's the principle of the thing. By recognizing them, if only pas- sively, we help perpetuate the very conventions which keep us en- slaved. John was a prominent busi- ness man, who enioyed assuming the role of an anti-social Bohemian among his friends. He and Pete continued to debate while Richard looked on with a bored expression, his hands thrust in his pockets, and his shirt tail out. Eventually the argument died, and I asked Pete what he had been doing since graduation. He said he had graduated from law school, set up a small practice, and gotten married. Anybody I know? l doubt it. Richard's mother introduced us while I was in col- lege. Why, what a coincidenceI broke in John. T hat's exactly how I met my wife. Just then I heard a siren as Continued on page I24