Tech High School - Tehisean Yearbook (Atlanta, GA)

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NlEMORIAM rlnnmo nuumn Q1 seo - 1944, A.B., M.S. In memory of our beloved mathematics ln- structor, Nlr. Fielding Dillard. Mr. Dillard came to Tech Hlgh in 1936, and through his magnetic personality, soon won the admiration and friendship of both students and faculty members. lt is his sort that do much and say little about it, that has made Tech High the school it is today. He is gone, but the sacred memory of Fielding Dillard will linger in the minds of his boys forever. X HAnou.n I-uuuusou BRYANT 41 926 - 19441 Harold was the sort of boy of whom any man or woman would be proud to say, He's my son. His friendliness, personality, sense of humor, and adaptability made him one of the most popular boys of the student body. Those who knew him will never forget him, and the wound left in the hearts of those who bemoan his death wlll never completely heal. Harold is gone, but those of us left say proudly, I have lost one of my dearest friends: I am too deeply touched to say more.

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Seniofz 0 a-44 pfmpfaeay Notwithstanding my complete satisfaction of the fact that Mark Twain's A Connecticut Yankee is completely a work of fiction, strange thoughts buzzed through my head one evening as I laid the book down and prepared for bed. That story is iust full of bull, I mumbled to myself, if anyone can get conked on the head and immediately be trans- posed back to the past, it would be equally easy for some fellow to get tapped on the top and live in the future. And that, I told myself, is certainly ridiculous! Being very tired of a hard day at the pool hall, I dropped off to slumber land very quickly and was soon dreaming of such wonderful things as an A in physics two, a diploma with a Delta Theta Kappa sealg peanuts at a Student Council meet- ing, and a low score of 69 in golf. I was awakened soon, however, by someone shaking me and telling me to get up. I opened my eyes just long enough for a bucket of sand to fall out, and recognized, much to my amazement, MARVIN WALLACE standing at my bedside. Well, get up! Just don't lie there! As long as you have nothing else to do, you may as well fly me to work in your helicopterg mine's in the shop! His chatter was, of course, supposedly making sense to me, but for some reason it just wasn't! He persuaded me to get up, dress, and climb into some ridiculous-looking machine he kept calling a helicopter. Surprisingly enough, I knew how to operate the thing, so we started off. Once we were in the air, he told me to head for Washington, D. C., where he had a job publishing a new type of spelling book for grammar schools all over the nation. I learned from him that he was also appearing on Information Please along with EDGAR GILLETTE, EUGENE NEW, ROBERT DURDEN, ROBERT ZWALD and WILLIAM C. HENRY. On arriving in Washington, I bade Wallace goodbye and started out in the city to see the sights. After having a bit of breakfast C'Big Mama HARRISON, of course, was the cookj, I bought a newspaper and was astounded to learn that the date was June 3, 1975. Gad! I must be 48 years old! The headlines told all about a hot presidential race between HARRY SCHUTTE and LAMAR SHEATS. SCHU'I'I'E was on the Communistic party, of course, while SHEATS was representing the Socialists. The paper had articles concerning the fact that more liquor was being sold in the country than ever before, because no matter who won the race, the country would be in such a mess, nobody wanted to stay sober. I also read an editorial about GUY HITCHCOCK, who was working on a terrific idea about abolishing all liquor stores and night clubs. Moving on up the street, I met TOM HARTLEY taking a poll in the city to determine how many left-handed persons also had blue eyes. He was not riding in a helicopter but was riding JACK PEEK piggy-back, which is considered the fastest type of transportation possible. HARTLEY told me about CHAR LES D. RAY who was working on a universal idea to de- velop a rocket ship that would be faster than any thing in the world, except, of course, STERLING HORNSBY. I passed by a sign which read, Ye Pastime Pool Hall-BUCK DAVIS, Instructor and Proprietor. MARSHALL CALLAWAY-shark. Further on up the way I saw a smoke shop which read, Ye Smoke Gets in Ye Eyesey, Weed Shoppe- HUBERT BIESER, manager, lndorsement by Col. Poole. Across the street was a locksmith's shop with a sign out front reading, Keys made to order-EDDIE REEVES, Man- ager. I was attracted at that time by HOWARD GOSSET'I' coming up the way with his NASS key dangling at his side. He told me he was making his living running the wagon, and that he had finally graduated from Tech High. He also told me that things had changed to such an extent that even IRVIE WILLIAMS and BILL MORRIS had finally gotten out. He said that ARNOLD Q. SIMPKINS was currently working in the bowery taking up collections for welfare and that he was never very successful. GENE BLANKENSHIP went past about that time, pulling so hard on his pipe that six men fainted upstairs in the pool hall and fell out the window. Among them were JOHN KEOWN, BILL STINSON, and KEITH ENGLAND. KEN HAR- ALSON, who happened to be passing, saw the whole thing an-d decided it would make a good cartoon, so he rushed off to sketch. An extra came out on the street telling about the fire destroying the White House, and that HARRISON ALLEN, world- famous architect was to construct the new one. I A fire wagon went past, followed by JACK BANTA chasing it, and pasting pictures and senior write-ups at the same time. Deciding to go home, I headed for the parking lot, which was being run by JACK PATTERSON and BILL RABUN, Cwho were thinking up blood-curdling ideas for an initiation.J They told me that BILL SHELNUT had been voted the stin- giest man in the world, second only to REX EDMONDSON. . It must have been the shock of hearing my own name that sent me into a spasm. A lad, whom I recognized atpnce by his smiles as TOMMIE BARCROFT brought me out of it and told me that TOMMY RUTLAND was making his living pos- ing for the Gillette Razor Blades Company as an example of five o'clock shadow. He said, too, that AL LACOUR had been voted the wolf of the century, and that DOUGLAS DURHAM was suffering from too much work, as he was a pencil-sharpener in a fountain pen factory. CHARLIE WALSTON came along about that time and told me of his being K. P. for ten straight years, and that he had at last grown tired of throwing acorns at Mr. Metcalf. He said that HARRY COLE and LEON KIMMEL were trying each ' - from country other to see which one could charge the other one the most Hi-Y dues, and that ED. F. CHANDLER was going to country with KENNETH DAVIS making orations. It was then that I happened to roll over too near the edge, fell off, hit my head on the safe where keep ?ydgBa?0ll:- pons, and woke up. It had all been a dream, I was actually still in Atlanta, in 1945, and was still going to e g It may have been a dream, but nevertheless a most realistic one, and I shouldn't be at all surprised to see it all happfn to the class of 1945. I-R-E 45