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

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OHANTICLEER Mr. Ray Cates was the first to steer this new boat. We were all greenhands at changing classes this year. Doris Doub, Joann Burner, Tanya Naylor, Alice Jeune, Becky Long and Barbara Sprinkle joined the girls' varsity, and Bobby Sprinkle, Joe Brown, Lewis Newsome, June Smith, and Hoyle Hunter joined the boys' varsity. Dewey and Sara Roberson were newcomers to our boat. Doris Doub had an ice cream party at her dock. When we sailed into the 10th grade we were old hands at changing classes. Mr. james Hunter was the lucky man who guided us this year. Dewey and Sara Roberson left and Donald Baucom joined us. A Weiner Roast was held at Reynolds Park. At last we were full fledged juniors. There were some 22 of us on the O. R. H. S. For the past two years we had had a man to steer us, but this year things really changed, when Mrs. Myrtle Byrne took over the job. Donald Baucom sailed to Kentucky to school. Doris and Bobby Doub gave the juniors and Seniors a Valentine Party. On May 9, 1952 we gave the Seniors a banquet at Reynolds Grill, and, in return they gave us a picnic at Reynolds Park. Time flew and before we knew it, we were dignified Seniors. Yes, dignified we must have been then, to survive the terrible storm that blew upon us, and tore our class so dreadfully apart. Some attended schools elsewhere, while some only stayed home. We were shaken and tossed about, sometimes almost more than we could bear. Then on December 31, 1952, the victorious day came, and we were given our school back. We were so glad to be united once again at our Alma Mater after such a long separation. Mrs. Roy Holland had the difficult job of putting our crew back to the helm once more. It took much understanding and kindness on her part. We lost Alice Jeune, Becky Long, Hilda Ring and Delmar Wall, but despite that, we have tried and looked forward to being successful in making this year the best ever. Besides doing our work, we pushed in the big job of publishing this edition of The Cbanticleerf' One of out merry days, was the Ma and Pa Kettle day in which each and every Senior took part. In April we were entertained at the Y. W. C. A. by the Junior class, at a Junior-Senior Banquet. We gave the juniors a party in return for the nice banquet, and also had other parties in th eschool park. Then in May we presented Oh Aunt jerusha, as our Senior play. All this and many other things took place and then came the day we had all been striving for, Graduation, We then realized that what we thought would be a long twelve years of school had really been too short. Although we were glad to receive our diplomas, and have bid you our last farewell, we shall never forget the 'roughs and toughs and happy times that were enjoyed at Old Richmond by the Class of '53. Historians J. C. RIERSON KRIESLER SPEAS 44

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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

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CHANTICLEER CLASS PROPH ECY One Sunday evening as I sat in my room, I glanced through the window at the terrible storm that was brewing outside. Lost, deep in thought, it suddenly brought back to my memory the chaos and storm that passed through Old Richmond ten years ago. Days, weeks and months afterwards-with everyone's help and sympathy, the storm cleared and again we were all united at our home school. I recalled all the fun we had had in our senior year, along with our hardships of trying to publish the '53 edition of THE CHANTICLEER. As the annual entered in my mind, I picked it up and looked through the senior section. just seeing my former classmates' pictures made me long to see them again. Early Monday morning I packed my suitcase and left for our beloved School of Old Richmond. My! How things had changed! It only seemed a couple of years since graduation, but here it was 1963. As I entered the school building, I saw Mr. Wood in his same office. The office looked almost the same but Mr. Wood had changed-he was almost baldheaded except for a few gray hairs. Oh! I almost forgot to tell you, he was as slim as a railroad tie. After talking with him, I learned that some of the '53 seniors had visited him during the past ten years. Mr. Wood was still in good spirits and was singing Daddy's Old Red Whiskersf' He told me that Mack Hauser and Deane Long had been to see him and they were now in Boone starring in Horn in The West but were soon moving on. Naturally, I wanted to see them so, I told Mr. Wood good-bye and was about to get into my car, when I saw the former Carol Reed drive up on the school grounds a few feet away from where my car was parked. She told me that she had also been thinking about our classmates, so we decided either to see or learn something about them. After talking a few minutes, we got into my car and started the long drive to Boone. All went well until we got to Elkin. Here, to my sorrow, we were caught for speeding. As we stopped and looked up at the policeman, we felt relieved because, believe it or not, he was Bobby Sprinkle. Although we were old friends of his, he gave us a ticket that we would have to pay in Winston-Salem. No offense! Bobby was only doing his duty. He told us that he had been a policeman in Elkin for two years, which had been his home town for eight years because he and his wife, Sherri, were living here. We decided to pick on Bobby a little, so we made a U turn right under his nose on Main Street and started on to Boone. We glanced through the rear view mirror and saw Bobby giving us the you know what. We reached Boone in time for the 8 o'clock performance. It was very good and, in spite of their disguised masks, we soon recognized Deane and Mack. After the thrilling drama we slipped backstage to chat with them for a few minutes. Deane told us that the girl starring with him was his beloved wife. They had been playing in this performance for seven years and during the summer months, operating a tourist home in the Blue Ridge Mountains. Mack was standing there with a twinkle in his eye when we asked him if he were married. No, he says, but I'm casting eyes on the girl who lives next door to me. I almost popped the question last night, but was interrupted by a telephone call. Afterwards, I lost all my nerve and decided to wait until later. We were having a lot of fun talking to them, but realized it was time we were on our way back to Winston-Salem. AC