St Marys High School - Purple and Gold Yearbook (St Marys, WV)

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SENIORS GEORGIA WEEKLEY-Victory Corps '43, Home EC- Club '40, '4l. BETTY RUCKMAN-Home Ec, Club '42, Victory Corps '43. EDNA WEST-Horrie EC. Club '4l, '44, Girls' Basket- ball '43. ANNA MARY WEEKLEY-Victory Corps '43, D. C. Plays '44, Sr. Class Play The Mallory Case. BETTY TURNER-News Editor Argus '43, '44, Victory Corps '43, Treas. Home Room '44, Sr. Girls' Basketball '44, Executive Com. '44, Contributor to Annual '44, Sr. Class Play The Mallory Case , National Honor Society '44, Quill and Scroll '44. ALICE WELLS-G. A. A. '44, Treas. Home Room '44, D. C. Plays '44, Executive Com. '44, Sr. Girls Chorus '44, Victory Corps '43, Sr. Girls Basketball '44, Contributor to Annual '44, Sr. Class Play The Mallory Case. ' lNo Picturesl g ,sr ,. . ROBERT CORE-Victory Corps '43, .lr, High Football Manager '39, Pres. Home Room 41 MYRON CUNNINGHAM-T. and I. '44, Band '41, '43, P. F. A. '42, '43, Industrial Arts 40 43 Band Festival '42, Sr. Class Play The Mallory Case. GLENN STEWART-Softball '40, '42, Victory Corps '43, T, and I, '42, '44. Members of the Class of 1944 serving in our Armed Forces: ROSS HART ......................... GUY LONG, JR. .. RAY STATLER ........ ROBERT STEWART... United States United States United States United States Navy Navy Army Army

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SENIORS. JOE REYNOLDS-Football '40, '43, Basketball '4l, '44, Manager Basketball '40, Band '40, '4l, State Band Festival '4l, National Honor Society '43, '44, Jr.-Sr. Banquet Com. '43, Vice Pies. Home Room '43, '44, 4-H Club '40, '41, Softball '40, '44, Jr. Class Play Scoop '43, D. C. Plays '44, Sec- tional Tournament Runners-up '44, Second All-Tournament Team '44, Sr. Class Play The Mallory Case , Baseball '44, Army Air Corp Reserve '44. GERALDINE FARSON-Home Ec. Club '40, Victory Corps '43, ELSIE LOUISE SWEENEY-Sr. Girls' Basketball '44, Vic- tory Corps '43, Journalism '42, D. C. Plays '44, MARGIE WINTERS-Girls' Glee Club '43, Student Assistant '43, Girl Reserves '43 fParkersburg High School, Parkersburg, W. Va.l, Contributor to Annual '44, Sr, Class Play The Mallory Case. BILL RODEN-T. and I. '43, '44, Victory Corps '43, Softball '42, '43, Sr. Class Play The Mallory Case. VIRGINIA ROBERTS-Home Ec. Club '40, '4l, Between Trains '43, D. C. Plays '44, Victory Corps '43, Sr. Girls' Basketball '44, Sr. Class Play The Mallory Case. PANSY REA-National Honor Society '43, '44, Quill and Scroll '43, '44, G. A. A. '44, D. ot E., Executive Com. '4l, '43, Victory Corps '43, Argus Staff '42, '44, Editor ot Argus '44, Home Ec. Club '41, Sr. Girls' Basketball '44, Sr. Girls' Chorus '44, Sr. Class Play The Mallory Case, CHARLES PETHTEL-F. F. A. '4l, '42, T. and l. '43, '44, Victory Corps '43, Softball '4l, 43, Sr. Class Play The Mallory Case. L 4

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CLASS PROPI-IECY They had assured us that our plan would work, but when Van and I found out how simple it was going to be, both he and I were a bit perplexed. We looked at each other and said, This is almost too good to be true! and we crossed our fingers and held our breath and decided to wait and see how our first meetings would come off before we committed ourselves definitely. Our negotiations had been a bit complex, but when we had made it quite clear what we intended to do and that we meant to be very, very discreet, we had experienced no further difficulties. We had merely let it be known that all we wished was to meet our high school acquaintances again, and once that had been assured, we had never even been asked for any kind of guarantee that we would live up to our promises. The whole thing had begun several weeks before when I had been in one of my morbid and depressed moods, and had fallen, quite naturally, to thinking about youth and school days and all that. Van, my best friend, had noticed my morose condition and had asked about it. I tried to explain as best I could Haven't you ever gotten to the place, Van, I asked him, where you begin to look back over your life and wonder what has become of all those youthful aspirations, whether your schoolmates have grown old just like yourself, without having accomplished anything very important? Probably it's merely natural for everyone of our age to look back and wonder about it all. For Van and I had reached the time where we not only lied about our age, but had forgotten what we had told people it was. Van had merely looked up from his work and had said that if I wanted ot learn what had happened to the people I had known in school for me to go ahead and find out. I had patiently answered that the people I was interested in had been scattered all over the globe for the past two decades, but Van would not be daunted. If you want to meet those people again there's nothing to stop you, he said. It's really very simple, and he began outlining his idea to me. At first l was too amazed to speak, but as Van progressed the idea began to take on probability, and my amazement turned to delight. Before the night was over our plans were laid. The next day we made the necessary contacts, and it was arranged that I was to learn about all the people with whom I had gone to school, although it was to be in a most ordinary manner, and they were to have no idea that our meetings had been prearranged. Now, you will ask, how in the name of heaven did we get in contact with these people, some of whom had been scattered all over the world for the past twenty years? Of that I hope to tell you some other time. It was really very simple, but for the moment it must remain our secret. Probably it will sound highly fantastic, but please consider the very original types of people involved, for, as Van and I observed, with the Class of 1944 anything was possible. The more or less supernatural powers with whom we had been hob-nobbing had instructed us to be not in the least conscious of what was to happen, but to go on in our unenlightened way, and the meetings would be disclosed to us in the course of our everyday lives. Accordingly, Van and I went to the theater that first night. We arrived in the middle of a newsreel of which Bert Cummings was com- mentator. All the noteworthy events of the day were displayed before us, and as each succeeding scene played across the screen I became speechless for once in my life, because with few exceptions all the people shown were former members of the Class of 1944. Although our contract to see these people again had been most solemn and binding, I had hardly expected such prompt service, and I could only nudge Van and whisper in an excited voice: Why, I know all these peoplel A recent ship launching was being described by Commentator Cummings, and on the screen were shown Grace and Della Kidder gaily swinging the bottle of champagne that would christen the vessel. Happily looking on was Chester Bills, still apparently unable to make up his mind which of the girls he liked the better. Also present were the ship's designer, Blaine Eddy, and the captain, Bob Core. Pilot Jim Riggs was shown alighting from his plane following his