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THE JUNIOR PLAY
The stage lights dimmed, Bobby
Pilkington (Frank Gilbreth) silently
slid in front of the curtains on the
right of the stage. The lights lightened
on the stage and the curtains opened,
shomng a living room dated V^ack to the
1920's. Jack Taylor (Pir. Gilbreth)
pushed open the door and blew his
whistle. Children of all ages, sizes, and
appearances, came from openings in the
scenery. The Junior play was finally
on the way. The first act gave Jack
Taylor and Barbara Parrish (Mrs, Gil
breth) an opportunity to display their
acting ability, and they did so well,
Joe Scales (Edward Patterson) turned
out an excellent performance as a cheer
leader, Sally Ann Wood brilliantly por
trayed the part of Anne Gilbreth. All
the children turned out excellent per
formances, each seming to steal the
show from the main characters, Billy
Ray Stallings as Bill Gilbreth was a
typical younger brother. Harry Woodard
was a natural Dan Gilbreth. Jimmy Lee
(Fred Gilbreth) and Nancy Moore (Martha
Gilbreth) gave the audience an insight
into their knowledge of "Ich weiss bien
durstig” and "Fere Jacque, Dormez-Vous,"
Pope Hardee (Lillian Gilbreth) needed
no dye for her natural red hair but had
to add extra long locks, Edwin Hargrove
(Jackie Gilbreth) and "Cocky" (the five
dollar dog) contributed much to the life
of the play, Roy Hartley (Larry) was
the heart throb of the older daughter,
Anne. Doris Jones amply depicted Pfrs,
Fitzgerald, the grumpy,housekeeper.
Dessie Bell Holland added much to the
play with her true to life performance
of the typical old maid teacher, Mss
Brill. Howard Mallard did a fine job
as Dr. Burton,
All performers, though shaky at
first soon were in the mood of the play
and showed some real ability as actors.
We give thanks to the people behind
the scenes. They did a great job,
Jo Ann Edwards - prompter
Norma Kistler - Student
director
Ed Tyner - stage
Virgil Early -sound effects
Norman Underwood eind Wayne
Hildebrand - lights
"I Love A Parade"
Have you been seeing red lately?
Monday, November 28, fifty-six pairs
of red pants stepped smartly down our
halls, at three-thirty the usual rush
was intensified by a hurried scamper to
ward the band room and the two Trailway
buses parked in front of the elementary
school. Seats were scrambled for, instru
ments tucked away in the luggage com
partment and the roll was called. Almost
completely filled, the two buses rolled
away on the long juant to Raleigh, At
the Memorial Auditorium the band was
most graciously fed fried chicken and
trimmings (such as they were) with milk
to drink. Then piling into the bus be
tween backfires ue were transported to
Halifax and St, Mary's Street where the
parade was to begin. It was 5:30 (note
time) when we piled out of the bus and
as usual the annual cold wave had hit
(never fails to be freezing on the day
Raleigh has its parade.) We stood there
freezing waiting for the parade to be
gin, The various floats moved by but
we stood still. When Santa came by some
of the band members registered several
requests, among them a Chevrolet, a
Jaguar, and a heater, finally we were
moving — only a half a block at the
time, mind you; but we were moving.
6:30: we were stiff; we were cold; we
were tired; and the parade hadn't even
begun for us, 7:00: We started in our
honorary position in front of Santa
Claus. To top it all our most avid cri
tics and admirers were children. One
small girl on her Father's shoulder put
her hands over her ears and grimaced as
if to say,"Is that music?" Most of the
kids grinned only and looked past us at
Santa, 7:30: It was done and we were on
our way home. We stopped at Byrd's
Drive Inn and literally surrounded the
pla ce, fifty-six is quite a few people.
There we ate, drank and thawed out and
from the looks on the proprietor’s face.