Radford High School - Oak Leaf Yearbook (Radford, VA)

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Nannie Popoviteh is a musical prodigy, who has constructed melodious instruments from ice cream tops. Next time, Nannie, we would prefer to have the top filled with ice cream instead of music. To Rita Munsey, we take great pleasure in presenting this book entitled, “Classical Dancing.” Rita showed great talent as a dancer when a piece of chalk went down her back and she originated the “New River Shakedown.” On account of Lillian Smith’s fondness for painting and powdering, the Class of ’28 presents to her this can of Valspar. Kathleen Wilson, as treasurer of the hardshell Class of ’28 would have found use for this collection plate before, but as she is now graduating she will probably find use for it in later life. Miss Farlowe is always making beaded bags and knowing the financial embarrass- ment of most school teachers, we are happy to present this nickel to her for ballast. To Mr. Eagle we give this dumbbell to help him reduce. We are sure that it will greatly help him in next year’s physical edu- cation classes. To Miss Emma Atkins, who is always losing something, we present this rintr so she won’t lose Roy. Miss Whitelaw is one member of the high school who does carry books home. It is with great pleasure that we present to her this wheelbarrow with which to carry her library. Miss Dorothy Miller, the treasurer of the school, will undoubtedly find great use for this pistol to protect her money. There are so many robberies and murders occurring now that we feel this step is necessary. o PROPHECY It is dusk. A gypsy girl is seated before an open tent. In front of her a small fire burns. Slowly through her hands she draws a daisy chain. She murmurs softly to herself. Behind the tent in the background may be seen dimly the outlines of a forest. Modern girl in sport costume approaches, swinging a hat in one hand. She sees gypsy and stops, startled. — “Oh, good evening!” Gypsy: “May it be a good evening for you, oh, stranger.” “I have lost my way.” Gypsy draws daisy chain through fingers : “Look, white stranger, the daisy tells. Look into the forest while the daisies cast their spell” — (girl looks). “Oh. Romantic Venice — and is it? — It is. — Helen and Lilburn just as they used to be. Well, they always would find the ro- mantic spot, although anybody could be romantic in such a place as that. (Pause). That tall, graceful gondolier! Why, he - looks familiar, too! Harry Price! As I live. The same muscle that served R. H. S. so faith- fully can be seen in that long graceful sweep. Ah ! the vision is fading already. Can you not bring it back again? Pluck another petal.” Gypsy: “The daisies speak but once, my child, another petal tells another tale. — Watch !” “Why that’s Main Street in Radford; a traffic cop signals frantically, but I see no one. That looks lie Mr. Showalter. (Pause) and yet it doesn’t — It’s Virginia. — Well, even girls nowadays are following in father’s foot- steps. But who would have thought it of mild little Virginia — a traffic cop. Why does she make such strange signals? (Pause). Am I dreaming? Or has Nannie Popoviteh lost her mind and gone speeding in a kiddy car. No, she must be inventing a new vehicle. (Pause). Ah! where is Virginia taking her 9 (Pause). The scene is fading and I so wanted to see. — But it returns! — a court scene! Agnes Lyons is judge. Well, I see the emancipation of women is still going on. But who are those irate policemen? (Policemen gesticulate wildly) — Louise Bond! — Iva McPeak! Certainly the world has turned around. — Lois Clement is the prisoner. Poor Lois, being tried for mis- quoting Shakespeare after all these years as a Shakespearean actress. But again the scene fades! A shopping district! The dress department of Lord and Taylor’s, New York, (paused). The buyer shows her customers some new frocks. Pa- risian importations, evidently — Why some- one is buying a trousseau! On my word; that tall .graceful girl is Rita Munsey. I remember now, she married the famous pickle king and moved to New York. Her taste was always excellent. She must be assisting someone else. Lois Banks? Whom can she be going to marry? — But the mod- els appear! One wears a morning costume — Gladys Hedgecock! She must be studying life at close hand, for her new novel on “the w orking girl.” How gracefully she turns and shows the gown at best advantage. — But another comes! (Pause). — Lucille Nance! Just as trim in style as she always was. And here comes the evening dress. What if it held another of my classmates? Lucille Long! She sweeps along with the sophistication of a mannequin straight from Paris. (Pause). Isn’t life queer! Who would have thought these three demure R. H. S. Seniors would take up such a worldly calling. ► ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ 3 PAGE 13

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reminder of happy “shake-rattle and roll” hours. To Lucille Smith, the belle of Christians- burg, (not dumbbell) we are happy to give this box of soap flakes. She already has a “Maytag.” To Lucille Long, the owner of charms which made Radford known in Christian- burg, and daughter of one of the upholders of Radford’s law and order, it is fitting to give the key to the Detention Room in hopes that it be used to better advantage than heretofore. To Noblin Huddle, the most dignified member of the Senior Class, we give this little monkey to remind her of her former classmates. We are happy to present to Edward Wad- dell, the New River sheik, a pair of tennis shoes because he is always running after a Junior of his acquaintance. To Edmonia Meyers, one of the famous beauties of New River, we give this marriage license. She already has the “Wright” boy. The Class of ’28 presents to Duval Wright a law book, as we are sure that anybody who can argue as well as he can ought to be a lawyer. He already stretches the truth sometimes. Robert Bird will undoubtedly find great use for this garden rake to keep the alley on his block straight. Don’t dig too deep, Robert- — the splinters will fly. Edward Talley, the only fisherman of which the class boasts, will undoubtedly find great use for this little chain to carry his fish on. To Thelma Calfee the class bequeathed this catcher’s mitt because of her great in- terest in baseball. The walls and desks of old R. H. S. have suffered for years from Nellie Band’s draw- ing talent, and to preserve the walls of her own home, we present this slate. Esther Bricker has been officially recog- nized as the classes’s laziest girl, and to speed her up a little we give her this bottle of “Pep.” This has no alcoholic content, Esther. Lois Banks will greatly appreciate the bottle of Cod Liver Oil. We hope that she may soon have the general dimensions of Miss Anderson. To Buddy Trigg we present this bundle of hay on account of his famous horse laugh. To Myra Greiner, one of the most dra- matic players of New River, we present this edition of Webster’s Unabridged Dictionary. She can never again say, “I don’t know nothing.” To Ruth Hagy, keeper of the Library dur- ing Miss Anderson’s study period, we give this package of cotton with w ' hich to stuff her ears so that she may concentrate on the problems confronting General Caesar in his Gallic Campaigns. This little book on “How to Make Salads, Sandwiches an d Home Brew,” will be of great help to Robert Campbell, who will some day be a druggist. Gladys Hedgecock, North Carolina’s con- tribution to R. H. S., will find this fan very useful. Whenever she gets tired of talking the fan will keep the air stirring. To Lois Clement, one of the commuting inhabitants of the wild stretches of West Radford, we present this aeroplane to pro vide transportation to the more civilized por- tions of East Radford. And say, Lois, better always carry a passenger with you. If the engine should stall it would be rather incon- venient to have to get out and crank it yourself. Dollie Garking is extremely interested in boxing for some reason or other, and we are sure that she would appreciate this piece of beefsteak if Frank got a black eye. Louise Bond is one of the leatheringest females of the Senior Class, and to save time we take great pleasure in presenting this bottle of Nu-Shine to her. To Virginia Ingles, bearer of a noted and ancient family name, we present this family tree. It is not a dogwood. In the wild reaches of Floyd County there lives a gentleman whose name begins with “W,” I think. At any rate we are sure that this carrier pigeon will find great use for sparing the distance between Ruby Hylton’s home and Floyd. We are sure that Agnes Lyons will find much use for this target with which to keep in chalk-throwing practice. To Iva McPeak, one of the housekeepers of the future, we present this can-opener. Her family won’t starve at any rate. Getting rid of the tin cans will be the problem. It gives us great pleasure to give this game of tiddliewinks and a doll to take the place of tit-tat-to and Edward Tolley to Vir- ginia Showalter. We sincerely hope that it will not make as much fuss as the other made in Miss Miller’s classes. Winnie Hensley would greatly appreciate this gift of three of Miss Atkin’s objective tests to keep alive her memory of the high school. We hope that she will have them framed, and may they cause her no night- mares. Harry Price’s bashfulness will give way to Rudolph Valentino stuff if he will study this book as hard as — that is, much harder than he studied his Physics. It is entitled, “How to Make Love,” by Roy Weaver. To Juanita Stafford we give this bar of Palmolive Soap. She can always keep that school-girl complexion. PAGE 12

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“But the scene wanes. It is gone. Pluck another petal !” Gypsy stirs and mutters, “White stranger, the daisies no longer speak clearly, the spell weakens.” “Oh, can’t you do something? Don’t let them stop!” (Again gypsy draws chain through her hands and murmurs.) The charm is working ! (Pause). There’s Randolph Elder. Passing somebody as usual. I wonder whom it is now. Thelma Calfe (in tone of wonderment), swooning. What can Randolph have said to her? Robert Bird is holding her up. Oh, I see what they’re do- ing; it’s a movie! Randolph is directing a movie. It’s the one perfect vocation for him. He can exercise his originality and authority at the same time. (Pause). Rob- ei’t’s sheikish eyes have evidently brought to pass the jesting prophecy made at a Jun- ior-Senior banquet — that he would take Rudolph Valentino’s place. It’s a Spanish scene. The knight has res- cued the lovely lady. Who are his faithful servants? Edward Tolley. He looks like Sancho Panza — what a dear little actor he makes and Gladys Cregger’s the other girl — certainly the efforts expended in “A Full House” and “Philippa Gets There” were not in vain. Why even the camera men are girls. No doubt some more of ’28’s capable members. Yes, that’s Nellie Bond’s light hair and smile and Noblin Huddle’s intent expression. The last week of school at R. H. S. when they took so many pictures they must have stumbled on their life’s work. Oh, of course, Randolph would make them do it all over again. Wait! Wait! No use. (Sighs). I did want to see some more of that. But what’s this? Kathleen Wilson look- ing very brisk and efficient in a nurse’s uni- form. (Pause). She’s giving a cooking dem- onstration to some housekeepers. And I see other familiar faces. That interested looking woman in front is none other than Lillian Smith. Mrs. who I wonder? And right next to her is Ruby Hylton. And isn’t that — ? Yes, it’s Winnie somebody’s wife after all instead of the great educator everybody was prophesying she’d be. And there’s Virginia. Ingles. (Pause). Lucille Smith. — Yes, and certainly that’s Juanita Stafford’s pleased smile. I recognize others. Esther Bricker, Eunice Lucado, Ruth Hagy, Lillian Keadle and Doll’ ' 1 Garking! Everybody always said that Doll would be an ideal little home- maker. If one could see the husband now the picture would be entirely satisfactory. I’m glad to see that among the brilliant and erratic careers of my classmates some have elected to make homes and serve the community. After all, those are the solid virtues that count. But the scene is good (another appears) — Edmonia and Duval sitting before a fire in a reverie. How ideal ! I see Edmonia and Duval have kept the glamor of romance un- tarnished. They have found the happy life. What a fitting climax for the married careers of our class. The scene fades but I shall carry their memory with me. Only a few more to account for. Already someone else appears. A graceful form is seated before a grand paino. (Pause). She bows and smiles. Of course it is Marjorie: a successful musician with the whole coun- try acclaiming her. That is no more than we hoped and expected for Marjorie. Look at the flowers! She evidently has the public at her feet. (Scene fades). That was certainly impressive. Isn’t all my class accounted for? Again a scene is forming. Who are these dressed in white with caps at such a rakish angle? One seems to be carrying a lance, and the other — a basket? Ed. Waddell and Robert Campbell! What are they doing? (Pause). They are concerning billboards. Well, this is the grand surprise. (Scene fades). But what is this? Someone is making a speech and gesticulating wildly. Is it Wil- liam Baker who used to be so calm? And it seems to me I see tier on tier of faces before him. Congress! William is a Con- gressman. How I would like to hear the bill he is presenting so ably. What an elo- quent attitude he assumes! It is the climax. He has finished. (Pause). A woman comes forward. What a gracious manner she has. With what ease and self-possession she smiles and begins. And of course it is our Irene. What more natural than for her to be in Congress! William, I’m not so sure your bill will pass after all if Irene speaks against it. (Scene fades). Anymore? Only the dark forest. (Gets up). “Gypsy, a wonderful power is yours. Here is silver. You deserve more.” Gypsy (smiling) : “Daisies can tell.” Girl: “Well, I must return to ordinary life again. Will you show me the way out of enchanted woods?” Gypsy: “There is the path before you.” Girl: “Why — why didn’t I see it before?” Gypsy smiles again enigmatically: “The daisies, my child.” Characters: Gypsy, Louise Nance; Stranger, Myra Greiner. o Miss Atkins (In Soc. Sci.) : “What was the old idea of justice?” Lucille Long: “You kill me and I’ll kill you.” ♦ ♦ • • •♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ »♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ PAGE 14