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

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LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT We, the Senior Class of 1954-1955 of Old Richmond High School, County of Forsyth, State of North Carolina, do realize that the time has come for us to close the doors to the dear high school we have loved for so many years. We will our pleasant memories to our future generations, although they won't be able to graduate here. We want to declare, publish, and witness this to be our last will and testament and render void any former wills made by us. Item: To Mr. John W. Wood, our faithful and patient principal, who has put up with us for the past seven years, we leave all our memories of the good times we have had at Old Richmond. Item: To Mrs. Henrietta Holland, one of the most wonderful teachers in the profession, we leave our love for her which has grown steadily for the past four years. She will always remain in our minds as an excellent teacher and a loving Individual. Item: To the faculty who have been so thoughtful and understanding through our trials, we leave our best wishes, along with the grey hairs they have probably gotten from trying to teach us. Item: To the Juniors we leave the tips as to how to be good Seniors. We hope they may use them at Northwest. Item: To the Sophomores we leave the advice to do more studying during their next few years. Item: To the Freshmen we leave the ability to be dignified Seniors some day. Item: Friends-Enemies, Relatives-Strangers of the Senior Class of 1955, we leave you the following message: I, Nancy Spainhour, will my cute ways and sweet smile to Ann Higgins. I, Barbara Bodenhammer, will my little figure to Anne Lawton. I, Helen Davis, will my ability to get a diamond to Faye Davis. Let's keep it in the family, Faye. I, Jo Watts, will my ability to be Editor-In-Chief of an annual to Donald Waller. I, Shirley Pfaff, will my dimples to Johnny Eldridge. Take care of them, Johnny. I, Dorothy Edwards, will my quietness to Arlls Doub. I, Carrell Brown, will my dlgnlfled Senior ways to Skippy Allen. I, Lynn Winfrey, will my iob of ringing the bells to Peggy Shamel. I, Linda Hill, will my flirty ways to Janie Long. I, Ann Doub, will my ability to get married to Ethel Lane. I, Tweet Lawson, will my ability to cry to Carolyn Hendrix. I, Bonnie Smith, will my artistic ability to Wayne Hauser. I, Bland Moore, will my courtesy to Donald Edwards. Although you really don't need it, Donald. I, Donald Allen, will my bus to Wayne Marion. Handle it as good as you do a basketball Wayne, and it will go places. I, Donald Winfrey, will my old maid curiosity to Lindsay Robertson. I, Bobby Bowen, leave my trap of 72 to David Boger. She's about to wear out, David, so take good care of her. I, Kermit Doub, will my secret for a successful marriage to all who are interested. I, Belmont Doub, will my front seat in the Senior Class to Donald Long. You have to be careful up that close, Donald. In Witness Whereof, we, the said Class of 1955, do hereunto set our hand and seal this ninth day of February, 1955. Testator Mary Lawson lg Ct... ...gms ts..n wi... ..... .Muay MJ fav-4 It is considered and adiudged by the court that said paper is the last will and testament of the class of 1955, and it is ordered to be recorded and filed--this twenty-seventh day of May, 1955. Tweet Lawson: Clerk of the Court

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CLASS PROPHECY Who would ever have dreamed 10 years ago that Nancy Spainhour and I lBarbara Bodenhameri would be riding high in the sky! Well, here we are--after embarking at Smith Reynolds' Airport on this beautiful Friday morning of October 15, 1965. As we were flying comfortably along, our conversation was turned to the past 10 years during our senior year--She rattled on- at that moment the whirl of the plane--my eyes closed and the stewardess called for us to fasten our belts. When we looked up it was none other than Shirley Pfatt. She was as surprised to see us as we were to see her. She hadn't changed much. She told us she was living in Chicago with her folks. We chatted on a few minutes and then our plane landed. We said good-by and promised to write each other often. When we arrived at the Byrne's Airport we were really tired. We hailed a taxi and started out for the New Yorker Hotel. A bell boy carried our baggage. It was good ole Bland Moore. He hudn't changed a bit, still friendly and cute. He took our baggage and told us he came to the New Yorker three years ago . He wasn't married, but had his eyes on a cute blond behind the desk. He left us and we went to our room to rest awhile. lt was 8:00 before we were dressed in our formal clothes ready to go to the Metropolitan Opera House. As we reached the theater, there was a huge crowd waiting to get in. We glanced up at the bright lights and there was the name Lynn Winfrey and Mary Lawson in red lights. Mary was the guest singer and Lynn was the pianist. We had iust found our seats in the theater when the curtain rose. We viewed the lovely scene, a garden of roses. Mary appeared, and her voice was like a bird. Lynn was playing along with her. After the curtain fell we went back stage to see them. 'lhey were so happy to see us, both of them cried. Mary told us she wasn't married, but was engaged to the orchestra leader. Lynn, the same small Lynn, was married to her navy man and has a lovely girl named Carol. They told us they came to New York four years ago, and had been together every day and night until Cupid caught Lynn. We told them we were leaving for California and Washington State. The next day we spent at Radio City and Rockefeller Center. We left New York at 11:00 P. M. and reached Washington sometime that night. As we looked out of the window of the Hotel Jackson the next morning, we noticed a large crown gathered around a man. We rushed down and guess who it was? Belmont Doub, now Mayor of Washington. He was giving a Key to the City to a citizen of the town. When the people moved on we spoke to him and told him of all the people we had seen. He was so glad to see us. He told us he decided two years ago while visiting to live in Washington. He ioined all the clubs, and everyone liked him. He was later elected Mayor and was very pleased with his work. He met his wife here, and they are look- ing forward to a family someday. He had to leave for a business meeting, so we left him and headed for a nice restaurant. We had lunch and while waiting to pay our bill, we saw Linda Hill and her husband, Dub McGee.They told us they were living in California. Linda is modeling for M.G.M. Debra, their little four year old daughter was at home. Her pictures showed she was the image of her mother. lt was getting late, so we had to hurry and leave them. While waiting to cross the street, a police woman came blowing her whistle. It was Carell Brown. What a surprise that was! Carell said she was married but no children yet. Her husband, Ralph Kiger, is a real estate man. She told us she en- ioyed her work very much and would like to see her old classmates once more. We told her the latest news and left. We departed the next morning for the Sunshine State of California. We were really looking forward to seeing Holly- wood. Hollywood!!! Beautiful large buildings!!!! Lights flashing!!! We checked in at the Hollywood Hotel and dressed for the beach. While we were waiting for a bus, Jo Watts walked up. She was stationed out here with her husband, Mickey Allen, who was in the navy. Jo said they had two girls and a little boy. She laughed and said, The boy is redheaded. She invited us to visit them before we left. She had to know whom we had seen and what we had been doing since we left school. We told her all we knew before our bus arrived. Long Island beach was really crowded fdue to the hot weatheri. No sooner had we arrived than we were tapped on the shoulder by Donald Winfrey. He had really changed. He was a big husky fellow now. He said he was a senior at U.C.L.A. and a half-back on the football squad. He told us he was eniaying it very much out here, but was homesick for his good farm land down South. We departed and went to find a comfortable place to take a sun bath. Soon after- ward, we ate supper in the dining room of the hotel and then went to our room for a good night's rest. Next morning, we walked the streets looking at all the beautiful scenery. We saw many movie stars and obtained their autographs. While on our way back to our hotel we saw a very familiar figure coming down the street. We soon discovered that it was our old high school ioker, Bonnie Smith. She was as pretty as ever. She told us she was married to her high school spark, George Hennings. He owns the Stork Club in Hollywood. Bonnie said she came to California after graduating and got her degree in medicine from the University of California. She is now practicing at the Saint Leo's Hospital. She was in a hurry so we went on our way. The next day we decided it was time to head South again, but this time we took a train. While eating lunch, we ran into Helen Davis, now Mrs. Elbert Jessup. Her husband was with the Army and she had been to see him in Seattle, Washington. She had to leave us, because her little girl was asleep in her room. About two and a half hours later the conductor knocked on our door and said we would be pulling into the Mitchel's Station, where we would have to change trains. We gathered up our things, and put them on another train. We were off without a stop until we reached New Mexico. We iust had gotten into the station when we heard a familiar voice. Turning around we saw to our surprise Donald Allen. He was leaving for Ohio for a lawyers' convention. He told us he was married and had adaughter two months old. They live in Albuquerque. They called out his train so we ported. When we started to eat lunch we happened to look out the window and who could be going down the street but Bobby Bowen? He was wearing a Lieutenant Commander's uniform. We saw him enter a coffee shop so we hurriedly finished our meal to ioin him. He was the same Bobby. Oh! all but one thing. He said he weighed nearly 300 pounds. Can you imagine? He wasn't married and had no plan to do so any time soon. We found out he had been stationed in Albuquerque for six months. At 6:00 we caught the train for Texas. Texas was beautiful, except for being too hot and dry. We didn't have much time left, as we were expected home the last of the week. In Austin, where we had a short stop, we went to a drug store to get a cup of coffee and a newspaper. As we looked on the society page, a picture caught our eye. Dorothy Edwards is to be married to a man from Missouri, lt said. She met him while they were in missionary work. We drank our coHee and by then it was time for us to catch the train for North Carolina. As we started aboard, someone called us. We turned around, and there stood Kermit and Ann Doub. They were on their vacation here. Kermit said he was manager of the Southern Ramblers. His baseball team had won the Southern Championship Trophy. Ann smiled as she showed us a picture of her twins, now two years old. The conductor called out All Aboard, so we had to soy good-by. We got on the train for o nice ride back to our good home town of Winston-Salem. We talked over our high school years and all the fun we had had at Old Richmond. Nancy Spainhour is spending a week with me, after finishing her latest movie with Liberace in Hollywood. I, Barbara Bodenhamer, noticed my husband, Clarence Hall, was on time to meet us. I was anxious to get back home to Klng,North Carolina, to see my two year old daughter, Teressa. Bu-u-m-p!! b-z-x-t!! All out for Dozier! I woke as our plane landed. To my amazement l discovered that all this had been a fantastic dream. Oh, but what a dream!! By--BARBARA BODENHAMER NANCY SPAINHOUR

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ANN WOOD Daughter of Mr. and Mrs. John W. Wood TONY SPAINHOUR Son of Mr. and Mrs. Hobson Spoinhour