Rustburg High School - Owl Yearbook (Rustburg, VA)

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WE COULDN’T GET ALONG WITHOUT THEM DEPARTMENTAL CHAIRMEN CLOCKWISE: Mr. Mason, Dist. Ed. Mrs, Drinkard, English Miss Bragassa, Fine Arts Mr. Waddell, Voc. Ag. Miss Tomlinson, Guidance Miss Bell , Phys. Education Mr. Fletcher, Science Mrs. Hicks, Mathematics Mrs. Braford, Home Ec. Mrs. Gregory, Bus, Ed. Mr. Dotson, Soc. Studies Mr. Evans, For. Language Our troubleshooters Mr. Dotson, Mr. Dufford Mr. Russell Dufford: Director of Athletics and Miss Tomlinson relax a moment. Mr. Emmet Forbes - Mr. Music Man himself. Mr. Donald Mason is the District Advisor for D.E, Clubs in Virginia. Dist. 16 includes Lynchburg, Bedford, Mrs. Eva Williams, Secretary; and five surrounding counties, absolutely indispensable! 14

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MR. DONALD MASON MRS. CHARLOTTE SMITH MISS BARBARA SPENCER Distributive Education Algebra Math Algebra Math PREPARES US FUTURE MISS BLANCHE STRALEY MR. GLENN STYLES MRS. CATHERINE Science American History GAYLOR English Vocational Agriculture Health Physical Education Science MR, OLAF WADDELL MR. RAYMOND WADE MRS, LOUISE WILSON 13

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THE PRIMARY UNIT WRITES POETRY Listen. You will hear a sound. The sound will be soft; It will be the mother Talking to her baby. - Stephanie My dear one, You are very pretty. Mom, you are not pretty - You are beautiful! SeoieLiviG. Once there were two horses. They were as pretty As flowers. The mother would say, “He- He-He meaning “Isn't my Baby pretty! - James Scott Insects Insects have six legs, But people have two; And that is the difference Between insects and you. - Garland Trent Wes sy) Wit, LB ae = Cy YMG EF —=— Too Little My little one is beautiful, ' Said the mother horse. O, Mom, why do I have to be Little? I want to be big Like Daddy. And black like daddy. But you can't be like your Daddy. Why? O, why not, Mommy? Because he is grown, and you are my little soft Brown Baby! - Lisa Down by the barn, where it's sunny and warm, Little baby horse is safe from harm. =-Pat R. Snowflakes I love to watch the snowflakes As they fall to the ground, And hit me on the head And on my nose. Oh! It makes me cold! - Sherry Childress ‘e i H ‘ ‘ ; z u 4 : 4 My Owl Little owl, little owl, Through the door. What do you do, little owl, when All the children are gone? Do you fly about the room And look at our pictures? Do you sit at our desks and read our books? Do our books make you wiser? - Shelby Harrison peeking