Rich Valley High School - Lasso Yearbook (Saltville, VA)

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LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT The Senior Class of Nineteen Hundred and Forty-eight, being sound of mind and healthy of body, do hereby file this, our last Will and Testament, bequeathing our various and sundry goods, possessions and good wishes to the mentioned beneficiaries, and do hereby declare all similar documents which may appear, to be null or void. General Terms: To the Faculty —We leave our deep regard and gratitude for making the past four years the most wonderful ones of our lives. To the School —We leave our sincere appreciation for her high standards which will ever serve as a guide to those who have known and learned to love them. To the Juniors —We leave our precious homeroom and all the memories that we “Love and Cherish.” PERSONAL WILL Irving Asbury leaves the good opinion which he holds of himself to Herbert McAllister. Louise Atwell wills her fond affection to a certain junior boy to any junior girl who is successful in getting him. John Barns leaves to J. W. Buchanan his “kiddish- ness” and his love for “cutting up.” Mary Bice and Ruby Kinder will their love to chat to each each other to Jolene Parks and Peggy Smith. Fox Hays leaves to Willis Moore his artistic tem¬ perament. Elizabeth Gates will her moods to Kathleen French. Eunice, Margaret, and Sally Frye leave their devo¬ tion of their home town to George Frye. Madeline Gwyn wills her ability to make good grades to Buddy Henegar. Edward Frye wills his seriousness of purpose to Bob¬ by Penland. Warren Olinger and Campbell Whitely wall that wolfish gleam in their eyes, which all girls notice, to Thomas Mash and James Kestner. Billy Barrett walls his silly grin to James Taylor. Lorraine Buchanan and Ennice Havens give to Dot Spence and Wanda Bowling their quietness. Mildred Lambert, Ocie Carter and Evelyn Goodman will their newly acquired domestic interests to the junior girls. Clifford Craig wills his neatness to Dewey Frye. Ollie Boyd leaves her ability to creep into class to Gordon Hagy. Steve Farmer leaves his spontaneous giggle to Harold Gillespie. Nancy Buchanan walls her leadership ability and class presidency to Bobert Anderson. Billy Neal gives to Frank Mitchell his interest in be¬ coming a business man. Nellie Gilbert leaves her lack of interest for class work to Bobbie Rogers. Zayne Mitchell, Juanita McC ready and Bessie Roberts leave to the juniors the desks which they have oc¬ cupied in the senior room. Elizabeth Roberts and Nellie Price leave their execu¬ tive ability to Nellie McGuire and Jeanette Surber. Truby Vanhoozer and Clifford Necessary will to C. P. Brickey and Merle Osborne their good conduct grades. Kenneth Surber wills to Clarence Frye his apple polishing techniques. Everett Wyriek wills his seat in Gov’t class to Jack Campbell. Neal Webb leaves his figure to Sam Myers. Nell Griffitts leaves that pleasant smile for everyone to Cecil Carter. Jeanette Keesee leaves her desire to work in the li¬ brary to Jean Henderson. Peggy Olinger leaves her quiet manners to John Anderson. Marion Mitchell and Arlee McAllister will their in¬ terest in the teaching profession to Doris Maloyed and Carra Call. Audrea Penland and Pauline Necessary will their close friendship to Madeline Harris and Peggy DeBusk. Mary Olinger wills her lovely hair to Ruth Robbins. Jimmy Vermillion leaves his height to Philander Griffitts. Nancy Buchanan. —16 f -

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THE HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF ’48 The bell rang one September morning, and sixty-seven anxious freshmen assembled to start their high school career. Miss Mary Clear sponsored the girls and Miss June Curtis, the boys. Our high school principal was Mr. Robert Carter. We came from many different schools, namely MeCready, Car¬ ter’s, North Holston and Nebo. It all seemed so strange to us. Having four different teachers and having only four subjects were two of the things which made us seem a little greener than we were. We could not remember where we belonged. It took us fully a month to keep our schedule in mind so that we would be in the right room at the right time. Our freshman year was mostly marked by our getting adjusted in high school and by our learning to work as the high school teachers expected us. Ding! Dong! School again; but only fortv-nine ol us this time with Miss Helen Callihan as our sponsor. We found another big change also, a new principal, Mr. A. P. Levieki. This year many of us joined clubs and several of our classmates became members of the basketball and football teams. It was during this year that we seemed to realize an incentive for coming to school. We could even visualize the time when we might some day be seniors. We worked hard when we worked, but we also learned the value of playing. Christmas vacation was one of the things to which we had looked forward and we enjoyed it to the utmost. Our class seemed to be interested in outside activities and in helping the school. I really think that it was this vear that we had a definite place to fill in Rich Valley High School. After a very happy vacation, we again assembled to start another year. Now we are juniors. Eighteen students from Tannersville joined us, also Jimmy Vermillion, Ruin Kinder, Kenneth Surber, Ollie Boyd and Campbell Whitely from a former class. We now had forty-nine members in our class with these additions. Happy thoughts came to our minds as juniors because we were hoping that in one more year all of us would be “dignified seniors. We don t know whether we were a live-awake group or not. but we had five different sponsors this year; namely, Mrs. John Campbell, Mrs. Everett Vicars, Mrs. Arthur Orr, Miss Margaret Rector and Mrs. Martha Bennett. One of the highlights of our junior year was a party given to the seniors at Thanksgiving. Our school was beginning to realize the importance of more social activities, so we had more socials this year. Many of our original group had dropped by the wayside. It seems that “Dan Cupid himself, had claimed two of our girls. We were quite excited over getting our junior jewelry—necklaces and pins. Our class won recognition with the stunt which we presented on Stunt Night. Our Junior-Senior banquet was one of our major activities for the year. We can still recall scurrying around and frantically trying to make last minute arrangements. But it was a great success. On September 6, 1947, forty-six seniors assembled in our little crowded senior room to receive the title of “dignified” seniors of Rich Valley High School. Mrs. Marsh Lewis was to guide us during this last year of our high school days. Our class will be the second largest class to graduate from Rich Valley. Out of our present forty-five members, four have been together the eleven years of our school life since they started in the primer at this school. They are Eunice Havens, Peggy Olinger, Johnny Barns, and and Steve Farmer. In the second year of our history, Nancy Buchanan and Evelyn Gass joined us. These students with Warren Olinger, are the only ones who have never at¬ tended another school. We are looking forward to receiving our class rings the later part of the last semester. One of the outstanding things that we shall have done this year is to publish a printed annual. As leaders of the high school program, our members have been outstanding in athletics, club organizations, and in the publishing of our school paper. The Round-Up. Our four years in high school have been happy ones. We are looking forward to our commencement activities beginning with the presenta¬ tion of the senio r play, “The Campbells Are Coming. We have enjoyed the close friendships which we have made and the experiences which have caused us to appreciate life. So it is with regret that we approach the end of our high school year. Arlee McAllister - if 15 )! -

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PROPHECY OF CLASS OF ’48 As the hour of parting drew near I realized that soon the Class of 4S must go forth— either to schools of higher learning or out into the world of affairs, and I, despite of hope and faith in the future had an intense longing to know something of what lurks in the be¬ yond. I wanted, like Tennyson, to “Dip into the future, far as human eye could see. See the vision of the world, and all the wonders that would be. In this mood I called upon the spirit of the years, past and present, of Rich Valley High History, to throw upon the futu re the light of other years and reveal my classmates to me. The vision came and under such strange circumstances that 1 shall tell them to you now. Late one afternoon I sat near a glittering pool of magic water. The moon shimmered through the white mist in the sky and as I gazed in amazement, a tall and stately figure, dressed in white, arose out of the pool and stood before me. “I am the Prophet of your destiny. Fame, love, fortune, I can reveal. Gaze into yonder pool and you shall see for yourself what was, and what is to be.” As the spirits voice ceased there came the vision of five houses, scattered throughout the country, where lived Evelyn (Gass) Goodman, Ocie (Lamie) Carter and Mildred (Taylor) Lam¬ bert, who married during their senior year and Andrea Penland and Rubv Kinder, who decided to take up domestic work. As this scene faded, a mass of white arose from the pool and the vision became clearer. 1 saw an operating table with Billy Neal as a surgeon and Eunice Frye, Zayne Mitchell, and Elizabeth Gates, as nurses. The white dissolved into the lights of a main street of a large city, which I thought to be Chicago. Walking across the street was a policeman, Everett Wyrick. About one b ' ock down the street the sign of City Motors appeared. The peck-peck of a typewriter sounded and behind the dask sat Nellie Gil¬ bert and Billy Barrett, a business executive. fter this scene a football field came into sight. The people were enthusiastically cheering and I knew a great game was on 1 scanned the stands for familiar faces and then on to the players bench. To my aston¬ ishment there sat Warren Olinger. John Barns, and Kenneth Surber. What did 1 see next? The foreign lan¬ guage international office with Clifford Craig and Irving Asbury as typists. They seemed very pleased with this work. I hrough the stillness of the pool, the glim¬ mer of footlights in a large theater in New ork. brought Elizabeth Roberts as costume director, Neal Webb as assistant manager, Mary Bise and Juanita McCready as clerks. I knew not what to expect to be revealed from the mystic depths next. Then a tiny ripple and a large schoolhouse appeared be¬ fore me. The high school had as its faculty members, Madeline Gwyn, English teacher, and Nancy Buchanan, Home Ec. teacher. When the grade school faculty was lined up I saw familiar faces, those of Arlee McAllis¬ ter, Mary Olinger, and Lorraine Buchanan, music teacher. Noise, so loudly that I felt as if I could see it, came to my ears. The moon threw a shaft of light across the pool and in the light a giant plane reared its nose. A man swung down from the cockpit and I recognized him to be Campbell Whitely. Clifford Necessary was aboard seeing the world, and Ollie Boyd was on her way to Africa for mission work. This scene faded and I saw a large busi¬ ness firm. As it became clearer 1 noticed Jeanette Keesee, Louise Atwell Margaret Frye, and Nelle Price happily typing. I began to feel cool from a wind that stirred the white mist that hung over the pool. It cleared and I discerned the sign Edward Frye—Real Estate Dealer. A scien¬ tist working busily on some experiments, who proved to be Fox Hays. After the fumes from the experiments evap¬ orated, a vision of a beauty parlor was pre¬ sented with Eunice Havens, Sally Frye, and Bessie Roberts as beauticians. A tiny speck of light came into the pool and out of it grew a basketball court where Jimmy Vermillion, regardless of height, was a college star. The tang of the salt sea breeze sifted to me for out of the waters of the Pacific arose a passenger liner. I saw the captain, Truby Vanhoozer and co-captain, Steve Farmer. This scene changed into a great auditorium where Marion Mitchell was at the speaker’s stand. Her articles were being published and she had become a famous woman lecturer. I he waters rolled again and I wondered what classmate I hadn ' t seen in these visions, when who should appear—Nell Griffiths and Pauline Necessary, both outstanding business ladies. This, too, faded, and for a long time there was nothing. Then the ghost of confusion came into the pool. “Peggy Olinger,” I asked, “What do you know of her? Again there came familiar scenes, changing rapidly as if in succession of ev ents—a nurse in white —a bride—a homemaker—Alas! the fates and fortunes of mv classmates had been told. Peggy Olinger