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

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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

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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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HANTICLEER We arrived at the Robert E. Lee and checked in our bags at 4:00 A. M. We had a late start the next morning but the first thing on docket was to go to the courthouse to pay our fine. On the way in we met Joann fButnerJ Hunter. She had become a secretary for Harvey Lupton, lawyer, shortly after graduation and a year later added Hunter to her name. 'They were planning to move to Florida in two more weeks, to relax with their three year old son who was just like Hoyle and their daughter, the very image of Joann. Joann invited us to lunch with her. While we were reminiscing over old times, Joann asked us if we were going to see Rex Bowen sworn in as editor of the Winston-Salem journal and Sentinel. After lunch we rushed over to see the big event. Later Rex informed us that he received his idea of being a newspaper reporter during his senior year, while writing letters to the Readers' Opinion. He wasn't married yet but was hoping that blonde from Lewisville would soon say YES. While trying to find our way out of the mob, we ran into the former Doris Doub who informed us that she had become the wife of a photographer and the proud mother of a five year old girl. She was sport's editor for the New York Tribune. She was planniuy a brief visit with her parents after which she would return to New York. Doris also told us that she had been writing a series of articles about the Boston Red Socks. She asked us if we knew who their star player was? We guessed it right away to be Kreisler Speas. He had become world wide known for strikeouts. Doris said she had noticed in the gossip column that he had been going steady with a T. V. starlette for sometime. After a good night's rest we started for Raleigh to see Peter Tuttle, who had now become professor at N. C. State College. Upon arriving there we couldn't have had better luck, because Peter was on the campus looking at us with amazement. After graduation from high school, he had entered State College, had majored in agriculture and wa snow professor of agriculture there. Peter was just as distinguished as ever but still he hadn't found the right girl. He told us that his students were like the '53 senior class of Old Richmond and would be quite out of order so he would have to get back to class. But before leaving Peter told us that he was corresponding with Monsieur james Lawton, who was a famous hair designer in Paris. James had always studied his books well at school and decided he wanted to further his knowledge of the world, so he started a trip around the world and finally settled in Paris. Then we went to Washington, D. C. We were so exhausted from traveling thatx we decided to stop at Norfolk, Virginia, for a little recreation. After walking the streets for a while, a decorative poster attracted our attention. It read: An Old-Fashioned Square Dance, Everyone invited, Sponsored by the Sailors of Norfolk. Now that was just the thing to ease our mind so we went in. As we were watching the merrymakers, we heard a familiar giggle and with the turn of our heads we saw Louis Newsome. He told us that immediately after graduation he had joined the Navy and was a Lieutenant. A year later Nancy Moore joined him in Norfolk, where they were that while on their honeymoon in Las Vegas, Nevada, they stayed the state's largest. They hotel. Louis said that he owner of the hotel. June We then continued were surprised to see Mr. and Mrs. june had and OLII' was making her home. As we were just blooming caught u just received a letter from june stating Libby were now very happy with their now living. He also said at the Las Vegas Hotel, Smith, managers of the that he had just become two sons. drive to Washington, D. C., where we heard Barbara Butner neared Washington a beautiful orchard where the cherry blossoms r eyesight. We just had to stop by and admire this beautiful orchard, by chance, we met Barbara and her husband, Harry. Ar