Richmond High School - Treasure Chest Yearbook (Rockingham, NC)

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CHANTICLEER N 2 5 i ' lg FLAG BEARERS Kreisler Speas, Tanya Naylor, Billy Flynn, Doris Doub, Bobby Sprinkle. I swing before your eyes as a bright gleam of color, a symbol of yourself, the pictured suggestion of that big thing which makes this nation. My stars and stripes are your dream and your labors. They are bright with cheer, brilliant with' courage, firm with faith, because you have made them so out of your hearts. For you are the makers of the flag and it is well that you glory in the making. BY FRANKLIN K. LANE FLAG SONG Sunset is low, In evening skies, Dark shadows grow, The bugle cries. Echoes are stirred, By hill' and town, Slow at their word, The flag comes down. Flag of our land, Dear Flag of Light, Watching, we stand, Good night, Good night. 42

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CHANTIGLEE SUPERLATIVES Barbara and Carol Tanya and joe Mort Courteoux Bigger! Flirt 1. C. and Joann Biggen Baby wr , Doris and Rex Wizrien an-1, Mack and Mary Jo Friendlieyl Deane and Tanya cami and amy Ben Drened Mon Talenled 41

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GHANTICLEER CLASS H ISTORY September of 1941 began a long school voyage, which has nearly ended, for some forty little boys and girls. Of those 40 only 18 have remained at Old Richmond, and they are the Class of 1955. As we set out on the O. R. S. we were small and unaware of what rough waves and storms lay before us. We sailed up to the first grade door, on that first day. Although we had no one to steer our boat there, once we arrived Mrs. Odell Kearney became our PILOT. We sailed through the first and second grades under her careful guidance. On our journey in the second grade we found Joe Brown in a big wave. After Mrs. Kearney had steered us for two years, she turned us over to Mrs. Fletcher, who steered us into that big wave of English. We floated through the woods on an EASTER EGG HUNT this year. Then we sailed on into the fourth grade, where at the beginning of the year Mrs. Frank Strupe guided our boat. This job must have been more than she could bear, for she soon turned her job over to Mrs. Melvin Hunter. This year Tanya Naylor canoed to Winston-Salem to school. xMrs. Hunter had a long trip to make with us for she sailed us all the way up stairs before she anchored the boat. We were up on the high seas for three years. The first year we were in the fiftlf grade, and our boat was guided by Miss Naomi Phillips. Tanya Naylor found that no boat sailed so smoothly as the O, R. S., so she returned this year. In the sixth grade and our second year on the high seas, we were unable to find a captain for our boat, so we boarded the boat with the seventh grade. This made theirs very crowded, but we enjoyed some new experiences this year. Billy Flynn, Alice jeune, and Becky Long were fortunate enough to join our merry crew. We survived the rough sailing of the sixth grade, and at last we came to our last year on the high seas, which was spent in the seventh grade. We had a boat to ourselves this year and we had Mr. Schroder as our Captain. We did more coloring maps this year than any thing else. Now at least we got off the high seas and were back to the sgood old sailing ocean. Miss Mildred Doub was our eighth grade steerer and she guided us into the many waves of high school preparations. It was this year that James Lawton joined our group. At the end of the year we went on a hayride to' Hanging Rock Park. For eight years now we had been riding the little O. R. S., but we had grown considerably and we looked overcrowded in it. So the next year we anchored this boat and boarded a larger one, the O. R. H. S. This meant we were in high school at last. 43