Queen Annes County High School - Pride Yearbook (Centreville, MD)

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,Y Away in the charm of the distance Even though the times had changed we found the people had not. Men and women alike still loved to gab, and we found CARLTON Wi-IALEY, the town mayor, GEORGE DAVIS, a farmer, and CLIFTON ELBURN, the school superintendent who advocated one day vacations between each day of school, deep in conversation, They too were speaking of their former classmates. We inquired about those we had not seen. BETTY LEE SHAWN was a huge success as an interior decorator, GARY LUFF a Certified Public Accountant, and SHIRLEY JARRELL was making a good living through her ad- vice to the lovelorn column in the local paper, DONALD COLLINS, followed one of his hobbies, and has a steady job as an acrobat on Super Circus. I felt so strange. Where was I? Then I remembered, the explosion, What a strange dream I had, or was it a dream? J 'ii ALB,

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The Hills just behind it I see, Bang! Crash! It finally happened, The explosion that sent the whole town reeling. CARLTON JUMP seemed to have used the wrong chemical, as everyone predicted he would, in his own drugstore, But where was I? It looked so strange--the huge skyscrapers, modern highways, jet-propelled cars. Wait, there's a sign which reads The Town of Tomorrow. Coming over to meet me was BILL GERALD WILLIS, reporter for the town's newspaper which said Read tomorrow's news today. Glancing quickly at the headlinesl saw JAMES LARRIMORE hit a grand slam homerun for the Brooklyn Dodgers, and on the fashion page CONNIE RICHARDSON modeling the new Bikini bathing suits. Reluctantly I put up the paper and began a guided tour around the city, First to the art gallery where we found artists LOIS Mc GUIRE and ORA MAE HUMPHREY entering their latest masterpieces in an exhibition of modern art. Right across the street we spied the local police precinct. Above the door in huge letters I read, PHYLLlS CAHALL, Chief of Police, and coming from her office was MARY ELLEN DENNY, assistant to J, Edgar Hoover in the hand- writing department. It was getting rather warm in the building so we escaped to the air conditioned, modern office building right next door, There pegging away on her faithful typewriter was JOANNE BAYNARD, secretary to the president, none other g1la?hlXflE!gIRlON ANDREW, the big business tycoon. Next door a dangle earring factory was being run by MARTHA Mc- T. After a brief renewal of old acquaintances we suddenly remembered my parents. How they must be worrying. Scurrying along I went inside to find BARBARA EVERNGAM and MARY AGNES FORD operating a new type of telefax whereby one could even see the person when they telegraphed them, My parents were naturally relieved and feeling much better, I continued on my way, As we went outside, my carelessness caused me to trip. WhoopsI I'm falling, I heard myself say. From out of seemingly nowhere rushed WINNIE MAE JESTER, BERTHA MAE HOLDEN, and ANN MOORE, now all registered nurses, to care for my ankle. Minus from this trio we were told were PEGGY WOOD and BARBARA BOONE on duty at the Tomorrow Town's Hospital. Under their expert care, I was soon able to walk a little unsteadily on my pins. Since they suggested I rest for a while,I took in a musical show starring BILL CALLOWAY, the greatest rage since Johnny Ray, and THELMA MOORE, WhizlWhat was that? I inquired and was calmly told nothing but DAVE WOLCOTT wizzing through inhis souped up jet. No wonder we didn't see him. My goodness, the ache in my stomach began to grow. It simply must be lunch time. Across the street in the most exclusive restaurant in Tomorrow Town we saw HARRIETT HAYMAKER whose specialty was catering, especially to the school's suppers. A Now we proceeded to the combined grammar and high schooland immediately encountered POLLY ROE, who teaches the modern way by mental telepathy, waiting for her students to absorb it. As we walked on through the halls we were forced to duck the flying paint that came from ELLEN SHAWN'S art room. We found another talented group in- fatuated with EDDIE WALL'S lessons in guitar playing, and in the gym was JARRETT EVERETT teaching the basket- ball team how not to foul, Remembering with a sigh those good ole days in C. H. S., we turned regretfully and walked out the front door, Outside we saw DICK HODGSON who offered us a trip on his rocket ship, Not that we were leery of it or anything, but we were glad to be able to refuse on the grounds that we didn't have the time and, with a sigh of relief, gratefully re used. Why there was even an old fashioned barber shop in the town, down to the red and white pole, and JUNIOR TURNER, head barber, tells that they just never seem to change, We were ushered respectfully into the town's Hall of Fame and discovered that it was not at all short of athletes. Among those featured were: HELEN RHODES, star center forward for the Redheads' basketball team, BOB WILSON, heavyweight wrestling champion, and right next to him RUTH WELCH, who defeated Daisy Mae for the famed women's wrestling belt. Also included were BOBBIE SEWARD, tennis champion and OLIVE SPARKS, Olympic competitor, Once more on our way, we spied an interesting door. We took a peek, It was an F, F, A, Banquet. Among the guests of honor were CHESTER ANDERSON, SONNY WALLS, and ROD EVERY, all successful farmers. Out on the outskirts of the town we saw a completely modern home run entirely by push buttons designed by BAR- BARA LYNCH for her own convenience as a homemaker, The paint job was something new to our eyes. It was red and white striped and done by our own GEORGE YOUNG, JR, From this interesting display we went to the public library and saw quiet FRANCES EVERETT keeping down the hub- bub of the other studious people so that JEANNE SKINNER could continue her research on fertilizers and devices that make things grow, Among the books well up on the best seller list was How to be Happily Married by an expert, PHYLLIS CALLAHAN. Across the street we saw a large church, breath-taking to behold, We could not resist looking inside and were wel- comed by the minister HENRY COVINGTON, With him was JANE CANDY, a missionary just back from South Africa, Once again we were forced to take our leave amid hasty good-byes. What beautiful windows the shops had. We just had to window shop, and what beautiful creations we saw including an exquisite gown by ELLIE WOODWARD. As we continued down the street peering in the windows, we ran smack into BILL DORSEY WILLIS. After making the appropriate apologies and recovering from our surprise, we learned Bill had fullfilled his ambition and was an engineer. As we stood deep in conversation, we failed to notice MILDRED QUILLEN and JOANNE RICHARDSON until they were directly in back of us. It seems that they now held commercialjobs in the local college. As we each continued on our separate ways, we beheld a sign which startled us to say the least. It read ALBERT DAWKINS' Dance Studio and inside we found the instructor busily engaged in giving lessons, We decided not to dis- turb them and, with a brief hello, continued our tour, We simply could not overlook the modern supermarket where we found electric eye doors to help with those pack- ages and so many other conveniences, Over the top of the counters we saw ANN LORE FISCHER shopping for her family of twelve, cheaper by the dozen. We recognized one of the cashiers as MARY FORD LANE, 19

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