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

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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

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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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CHANTICLEER During our conversation we were interrupted by someone calling, Mother, Iookee here! To our amazement' there were two little girls tglowing with laugherl and we knew they were Barbara's by their tactfulness and sweetness. Barbara told us that she was now stewardess for Harry, who was piloting a TWA Airliner from Washington to California. She also told us that on one of their trips they visited the Howling Ha-Cha Club where 1. C. Rierson was singing his latest hit, the Howling Ha-Cha Blues. Have you heard it? lt's really a scream. Over a million copies have already been sold. His wife, Barbara, was hostess at this famous club. We never realized that our classmates could be so scattered in the four corners of the earth, but it certainly was interesting to find out what each of them was doing. It just occurred to us that we hadn't seen all of the class of '55 yet, Remembering a card we had received from joe Brown inviting us down to see him in Georgia, we decided to turn our tour southwrd. As our Cadillac rounded the comer, we immediately recognized him leaving his office. We screeched to a sudden halt and found a parking place nearby. joe heard the noise and, seeing who it was, rushed down to meet us. We had lunch with him :ind he told us he had finally settled down and was working earnestly in the real estate business. We asked' him if he were still having trouble with the women. He grinned and said, l married the cutest little Georgia peach you've ever seen and l have two little boys. We asked him what had become of his high school sweetheart, Tanya Naylor, He told us that she was living in Miami Beach, Florida. Since we were in Georgia, we decided to go on down to Florida to see Tanya. We had read that she was going to be in a fashion show in the evening so we thought we would go out for a swim, since there didn't seem to be anything else to do. We received a terrible surburn but were better by the time the fashion show began. Tanya came out modeling Flynn's latest creation, The Strapless Mink. lmmediately after the show we went back to talk to her. She was thrilled to see us and we had quite a con- ference during which time she told us she was engaged to a Lieutenant in the Navy. She told us also that the Flynn for whom she was modeling was none other than our classmate, Billy Flynn. Billy had a corporation in Hollywood, California, known as the Flynn's Fine Furriers. Billy was very well acquainted with the movie stars because of his marriage to Margaret O'Brien. He and Margaret have twins, a boy and a girl. After leaving Florida we journeyed on to Texas to spend a quiet week-end on Carol's ranch and reminisce over our long journey. Carol had married her former high school sweetheart, Rupert Brown, in the fall of '55. After Rupert had served his three years in the U. S. Air Force, they moved to Texas and were now living on a large ranch. They were kept busily occupied with their herd of 30,000 cattle on the outskirts of San Antonio. My visit ended all too soon as I said good-bye to Carol and headed for my home which was now in Columbus, Ohio. After being secretary for Dr. james Crews, a dentist in Winston-Salem, for two years, I married my high school sweetheart, Jack Lawson, in 1955, and moved to Ohio so Jack could increase his business in selling cars. This had been a very interesting trip and I found that the seniors of '53 were a very ambitious group of people. Now I could go home and rest in Comfort, kn0Win1-I that, HI ISSI. they all had reached their goal. MARY HENDRIX and CAROL REED, Prophets.