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Moments and Memories of WHS

1959


 

 

Donnie Amburgey b. 7-26-1941: Ambition, To be an engineer; Favorite Song, “Pretty Girl”; Favorite Expression, Trying to be funny; Parting Advice, Watch the teachers, the life you save may be your own; Member of the Wildlife Club, 2 years; Hi-Y Club, 3 years.

Margaret Bach b. 6-19- 1941: Ambition, To act my age; Favorite Song, “Hurting Inside”; Favorite Expression, Aw! Shucks! Parting Advice, Have a ball, but study too, or you’ll be sorry; Music Club, 3 years; Beta Club, 2 years; Wildlife Club, 2 years; Pep Club, 4 years; Band, 2 years; Cheerleader, 2 years; Homecoming Queen, senior year; Annual Staff.

Virginia Banks b. 9-23- 1941: Ambition, To be a secretary; Favorite Song, “It’s Just a Matter of Time”; Favorite Expression, Gee Oh; Parting Advice, Don’t wait until you are a senior before you start working; Music Club, 3 years; Pep Club, 2 years; Band 4 years; Majorette senior year; Black Kat Staff senior year.

Bronnie Clarke Burke b. 9-10-1939: Ambition, To make something out of myself; Favorite Song, “16 Candles”; Favorite Expression, Come on now; Parting Advice, Study at the beginning and you will turn out to be a good Senior; Wildlife Club, 2 years; Music Club, 1 year; Pep Club, 3 years; Band 2 years; Chorus 1 year; Annual Staff 1 year.

Chrystal Collier b. 6-11- 1941: Ambition, To be a secretary; Favorite Song, “Cuddle Up, Baby”; Favorite Expression, What a Life! Parting Advice, Study, don’t try to get away with murder, it can be very dangerous; Wildlife Club, 2 years; Art Club, 1 year; Pep Club, 3 years; Library Club, 1 year.

Frankie D. Craft b. 8-24- 1941: Ambition, To be an engineer; Favorite Song, “Whenever I’m Lonely”; Parting Advice, Study hard and learn all you can; Wildlife Club, 1 year; Beta Club, 2 years; Pep Club, 1 year.

Norma Jean Craft b. 2-10- 1940: Ambition, To be a nurse; Favorite Song, “How Great Thou Art”; Favorite Expression, You don’t say; Bible Club, 3 years; Secretary 2 years; Nurses Club, 1 year.

Donald Ray Fields b. 3-13-1941: Ambition, To ride a bull in the Kentucky Derby; Favorite Song, “Mr. D.J.”; Favorite Expression, Don’t do it that way; Pep Club, 4 years; “W” Club, 2 years; Wildlife Club, 1 year; Football 4 years; Parting Advice, Hurry up and get out of school, because it is crumbling fast.

Patsy Ann Kincer b. 11- 25-1941: Ambition, To be a teacher; Favorite Song, “Lonely Teardrops”; Favorite Expression, “Honest”; Parting Advice, Study your English every day; Wildlife Club, 2 years; Pep Club, 4 years; Beta Club, 2 years; Annual Staff; Grand Marshal.

Carl D. Mullins b. 2-6- 1940: Ambition, Take life easy; Favorite Song, “Gotta Travel On”; Favorite Expression, “I don’t give a darn”; Parting Advice, Study; Pep Club, 2 years; Library Club, 1 year.

Christlene Potter b. 3-26- 1941: Ambition, To get married; Favorite Song, “Lonely Teardrops”; Favorite Expression, My Gosh; Pep Club, 4 years; Bible Club, 2 years; Wildlife Club, 3 years; Glee Club, 2 years; Band 1 year, Annual Staff.

Gail Curtis Webb b. 6-28- 1941: Ambition, Graduate; Favorite Song, “Springtime in Alaska”; Favorite Expression, What ye say, Son? Hi-Y Club, 3 years.

A senior’s Diary of the Washington Trip by Mary Rodgers

At 7 o’clock Monday morning, April 6, 143 eager seniors boarded the four Washington-bound buses. When we reached our destination fourteen and a half hours later after a long day of laughing, yelling, singing, and a lot of eating, we piled out of the buses and into Washington’s Strafford Hotel.

Up at 6 a.m., the energetic crew, full of vigor, and vitality, were on our way to explore the famous capitol city. We hurried through the breakfast line at Sholls, waited to visit the Bureau of Printing and Engraving, rushed to take a peek at the Thomas Jefferson Memorial, and quickly admired the Raising of the Flag at Iwo Jima Statuary. We stood in silence during the changing of the guards at the tomb of the Unknown Soldiers at Arlington National Cemetery, but commented freely on the colonial surroundings of the Curtis Lee Mansion at Robert E. Lee Memorial. We visited the awe-inspiring rooms of the White House, and then darted down Pennsylvania Avenue to dine at the S.&W. (Stand and Wait). Afterwards we strolled through the park and were on our way again. This time to the huge gothic Washington Cathedral, then we toured the catacombs at the Franciscan Monastery. After reviewing Lincoln’s life from birth ‘til death at the Ford Theater, the serious Seniors flooded the hall of the hotel pushing for the two small elevators which took us to our quiet rooms away from the hustle and bustle of the city to shower and dress for the evening activities.

The Lotus Club was very much enjoyed with its Chinese waiters, classy atmosphere, photographers, talented performers and soft-playing orchestra. The last stop was the Wax Museum with its spooky lifelike characters. Then the teenagers jitterbugged to the music of the jukebox in the basement of the hotel. Finally, 286 tired little feet hopped to bed.

We were awakened by the soothing notes of the telephone clanging in our ears and the cheerful voices of the chaperons: we ate. On the way back from the famous old home of George Washington at Mt. Vernon we stopped to watch the planes buzzing in and out at the Washington National Airport. We ate again. We split up — some to the Archives, others to the Pentagon, but got together again at the F.B.I. Headquarters. A few of the more energetic ones climbed the 898 steps to the top of the Washington Monument and back, then collapsed on the ground just outside, while the more intelligent ones rode the elevator, but nevertheless all saw the same breathtaking view of the city. The slowly tiring crew waited for Carl Perkins on the lawn of the capitol to have our lovely picture taken. After eating, a very exciting evening was waiting for us. The orchestra added to the romantic air as we cruised along on the moonlight boat trip down the Potomac to the amusement park, which was full of thrills. The most amusing part was watching the war between the schoolboys and Mr. Burkich in the electric cars. Two hundred and eighty-six worn out swollen feet climbed in to bed.

Next morning after a few straggling sleepy heads made their way to the bus we were on our way to eat at the place where they throw your change on your tray before you have a chance to get your money out of your billfold; on to the 38-mile journey to Annapolis, to visit the Naval Academy. We tried to snatch a wink of sleep, but some pesky waker-uppers would tickle your nose, pop your seat up, or knock you in the floor. After returning we dragged our poor legs up the artistic marble staircase of the capitol. Then the sleepy, half-starved sightseers waited to be fed in the long cafeteria line. The Smithsonian Institute was very interesting and educational and we had two full hours to browse through it. The Cinerama Wednesday evening after supper was so realistic you felt as if you were there — even to the humid weather! After packing, sneaking down halls, giggling and eating, Friday morning, two hundred and eighty six numb large feet collapsed in the bed.

Up and out to breakfast at Sholls for the last time. As we passed through the city we took one last look at the big, wonderful city — at the dull buildings, which only yesterday had seemed so bright, at the capitol buildings, with its dome towering above the other tall buildings, Washington’s famous cherry blossoms, the Washington Monument where we had had so much fun. It was now over. The trip we had worked, peddled candy, and sold magazines for was almost over. We went on our merry way stopping at Monticello at the beautiful home of Thomas Jefferson, then on to the University Cafeteria where we ate dinner. On we traveled, past beautiful farms and gardens, rolling hills, to Natural Bridge where some found enough energy to go swimming. We told our sad goodbyes to the bus driver when we stopped for a snack at Wytheville bus station and started again on the last street to a little town nestled between the hills, sheltered from the hurry-scurry of the city, Whitesburg, which was full of mommies and daddies waiting to hear of their children’s exciting adventures.


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