Warsaw High School - Ambassador Yearbook (Warsaw, VA)

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AMBASSADOR STAFF Editor-in -Chief CAROLE SANDY Circulation Manager HOWARD SAUNDERS Not Pictured Advertising Manager DAVID GALLAGHER Assistant Editor VANELIA OAKLEY Assistant Circulation Manager RUDOLPH SANDERS Art Editor ALBERT OLIFF Sponsor MRS. CARRIE R. HALL

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MARY LEE TAYLOE Mary Washington, Barry, R.P.I., B.S. Collegiate Professional Sixth Grade REBECCA P. ANDERSON Mary Washington College William and Mary Special Certificate Second Grade MABEL R. MON SON Longwood College Elementary Professional Fifth Grade BEATRICE D. SANDERS Madison College William and Mary Normal Professional Fourth Grade LOUISE B. CRABBE Mary Washington William and Mary Normal Professional Third Grade CHARLOTTE E. LEWIS Wilson Teachers College B.S. Special Grade JOYCE PEMBERTON Longwood College, B.S. First Grade

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PROPHECY It is difficult to believe that a few hours before this I was attending a reunion with former classmates of Warsaw High. I remember entering the auditorium, excited to see old friends and feeling a shower of confetti spray down from the rafters. But no, it wasn ' t confetti; the walls had merely been painted again. There before me were the twenty-seven graduates of that long lost year, 1958. They had aged, yes, but who does not? Knowing my duty, I hurried to greet them. The Navy finally got its rocket to the moon and Jerry Ann Tingle, once known as Butterball, now the well-known therapist, told me that she had just returned from a tour of the rehabilitation hospital for space casualties on the moon. She was accompanied on this inspection by her fiance. Space Admiral Robert Orr, former¬ ly of Cherry Point. Racing from person to person was another former student, Becky Moore, shouting, Guess what I just heard! It is no secret to anyone that she is really the writer of the popular gossip column in the Northern Neck News. Working in the Drug Store gave her the idea and information so she said. 1 looked to another portion of the room and spied the Oyster Heiress, Miss Vanelia Oakley, who had recently star¬ tled the social world by deciding to throw aside her millions and marry for love. 1 quote her as saying, I wouldn ' t give a clam for money. Among a group of male graduates were the two determined bachelors of our class, Peyton Balderson and Albert Oliff. They operate a hunting preserve near Newland and charge only half rates to Mr. Seward as he was their origi¬ nal inspiration. The Honorable James Day, Earl of Tarlboro, and his wife, the former Ruth France, returned to their Carolina man¬ sion after the reunion. The story of their marriage is a romantic one. The Earl broke his leg in a fox hunt, then was taken to St. Luke ' s and there cared for by the head nurse, Ruth, of course. Ruth showed me a picture of their young son, Henry J. Also, Rains Douglas was present. Rains is, as you know, the third husband of Jayne Mansfield. He is very happy and thinks she is the MOST, to say the least There was a gasp of awe as the New York model who adorns every fashion magazine glided into the auditorium. Slipping aside her mink coat of 1, 000 matched pelts, Faye Davis answered my question about the secret of her success; I owe my slim, trim figure to my Home Economics course in reupholstering. William Saunders, now a faculty member of Warsaw High, showed the new textbook he has introduced as Senior English teacher. It contains no diagramming, you can be certain. Mary Elizabeth, I was interested to note, is now athletic instructor at V.P.l. Her excellent reflexes and physical strength are undoubtedly the result of training as a cheerleader for Warsaw. A peal of familiar laughter - Arlene France who sought her fortune Way Up Nawth in Washington, D. C. , en¬ tered. She was voted the Private Secretary Most Likely to Succeed in a poll based on the choices of 36, 000 employ¬ ers. With her was her most recent escort, that debonair man of a thousand loves, Charles Beck, whose chain of bro¬ ken hearts has followed him across the continents. Peggie Pitts, owner and operator of Little Reno, looked wonderful in her red felt dress decorated with imitation bells, pears, and grapes. She acquired them in a most unusual way. It seems that she squeezed a quarter into the nickel machine and it exploded. Seated in the same corner of the room as in days of long ago, were Laura Lewis and her steady beau, Tom. I asked them why they had never married and Laura replied sadly, He never found the ring. Frank Oliff has a thriving business in Warsaw, Oliff Waste Paper, Inc. His interest in paper was noticeable even in his high school days when he was always volunteering to head the F.B.L.A. paper drives. Dressed in a black suit and shirt with a yellow tie and yellow feather in his hat was Rudolph Sanders, Rudy, the Rod, to his Chicago pals. Rudy was a little nervous about being in public and left early. Christine, whose diamond ring came from Franklins, and Nancy compared their thrifty, well-managed homes. Nancy, now Mrs. Jackie Bradshaw, and Christine, Mrs. Bill Jones. Billy Sanders was introduced as ambassador to Rus¬ sia. His aide and assistant, Patsy Barrack, who will attempt to undermine the resistance of the Russians against adop¬ ting Western ideas, flexed her mighty brain and recited a chemical and geometric formula simultaneously to prove her ability in this undertaking. Near the champagne stood Charles Brooks, actually Captain Brooks of the Warsaw Po¬ lice Force. Since Charles has been in command, law and order has prevailed in Warsaw. He attributed this to the fact that the teenagers are following his high school example. Howard Saunders, as energetic and dependable as always, announced his intention to run for Mayor Warsaw. His motto will be Get the Job Done on Time. Gloria Rose described her home, located on the Rappahannock shores, secluded; but close enough to Tappahannock to hear the cry of the wolves. She had insisted on all her furniture being purchased from the Rice Furniture Store. Winston bought out the original owner from his savings as a delivery boy when he worked there. It was nearing midnight when the opera star, David Gallagher, sounded forth the first strains of the Alma Mater. David, I remember, was the star pupil in our glee club. And then the reunion was over, but this is how I shall write the final chapter for my book, Class of ' 58.