West Fulton High School - Wefuhian Yearbook (Atlanta, GA)

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JOYCE ARMINDA WRIGHT Joyce Wright is an exemplary student, displaying the qualities of conscientiousness and friendliness that have made her popular with her classmates and appreciated by her teachers. Joyce's ad- mirable habit of combining seriousness with humor, while keep- ing the ability to discriminate between the two, testifies that she has one of the strongest assets she could possibly have-a proper set of values. lim NANCY GAIL WILLIAMS ...gut J , if ,. 5, 6 Q . A A . - K sm l I s Joyce is Vice-President of Co-ed Hi Y and a varsity cheerleader. etJERCE9n SANDRA CHARLENE WILLIAMS HARRY REED WINTER JAMES RICHARD WOMACK

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I left the Physiological Conditioning room WANDERINGS OF A SPACEMAN I dip: into the future far as human eye can see, an hour before dawn. The night had been warm and humid and now it was raining. The rain felt cool to my face and hands in contrast with the discomfort I felt from my pressure suit. Saw the vision of the world and all the wonder that would be I stood outside the door of the Condition- Tennyson ing Center a moment looking into the sky. I had always been awed by its vastness and depth, and had never failed to be a bit ap- prehensive and excited before penetrating that depth. I always felt as a young boy does when he first receives his flying license -tense, but with a lightness in his stomach. I entered the monorail conveyor that was to transport me to the launching station. The car rushed over the four hundred yards in a few seconds, and as I stepped out, the awesome dimensions of my ship loomed be- fore me. Its metallic jacket glistened from the rain and the floodlights that were di- rected upon it. The nose would have been invisible, had it not been for the contrast that the sky, which had begun to lighten, provided. I felt a slight fear just looking at it. The ship was the zenith in inter- galactic transports. Its photon power plant produced 150,000 degrees Kelvin tempera- ture and supplied ample sectons to approach The instructor turned to me and said, I'm Mr. Hulsey, affectionately known as Bill. He chuckled as if he had said some- thing hilariously funny and said, This is Steve Hester, your navigator. I acknowledged the introduction-an ab- surdly foolish action as I had spoken. to him as I entered. The instructor continued, Now if the formalities have been effected, we will pro- ceed to utilize this room. He spoke as a teacher of young children, who had been rude and needed reprimand- ing. I felt his attitude to be hardly ap- propriate. Much to my abuse was the reply of Mr. Hester, Quite right, sir. Before the apparent coalition of the two against my self-respect had thoroughly reg- istered on me, the instructor spoke again. On second thought, we'll dispense with this silly instruction. If you don't already know how to fly, you'll never survive this trip anyhow. the speed of light, thus enabling trips to planets and galaxies thousands of light years away. I stood watching the ship, feeding my ex- citement for several minutes, and then real- ized that I had to report to the briefing room. As I started into the briefing room, I heard someone call my name. Alton Doby came under a light, and I saw that it was he who was calling.. Alton was in charge of the group preparing the power plant. He had showed a remarkable ineptness with engines and mechanics from an early age. It seems that he once constructed some sort of vehicle and met with disaster. He ran off the road into a field-no, a grove-ah, yes, Grove Theater, it was. The metal for vaporization has been in- serted. Everything's ready, said he. Thank you. I'll leave in twenty minutes, I said, turning and stepping into the door of the building where the briefing room was. I had to pass through an outer oflice in order to get to it. The room was a large one, but there were only two desks, one at either end. Sitting at the desks were Mary Ann Eberhardt and Faye Pruitt. They were both talking into dictaphones. QI later learned that they were talking to one an- other. The office general flunky and top wage earner, Kenneth Johnston, by wiring the phones into a two-way communication system, had defeated the purpose of the department head, Phil Harris, in separating them.j I passed through the outer office and pro- ceeded down a long corridor. At the end of the corridor was the briefing room. When I entered the room, the instructor had his back to me. I took a seat next to the only other occupant in the room. I rose and left immediately. Hester fol- lowed me out. We walked out toward the ship without speaking. As we came closer to the elevator that was to carry us up to our control compartment, I saw that the operator on duty was Arnold Marquardt. We all spoke as we stepped onto the plat- form. I never failed to expect Marquardt to speak in French. His name sounded ter- ribly Frenchy. He spoke fluent English, however, as he demonstrated with a pro- fusion of it as we ascended. fNeither Hester nor I had a chance to utter a single diph- thong.J As we rose alongside the ship, I looked down. All the men, but one, had discontinued their work. Though he looked disproportioned by the height, I recognized that he was Jimmy Ritchey. He was check- ing everything in the electrical system. He was a thorough electronic engineer. When we reached the control compart- ment, Marquardt opened the door and we stepped in. Our seats were before an instru- ment panel, cluttered with guages, meters, dials, levers, and a large television screen. As we were strapping ourselves in, the scratchy voice of Bob Tutterow came over the speaker, This is the tower. Prepare for count down. We finished strapping ourselves in and signaled the tower that we were ready. The count down began: . . . six . . . five ...four...three...two...one... We heard only a clap and felt a crushing lunge.