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01/09/10 - NNHS Newsletter -
The Leader of the Pack

Work is a dull thing; you cannot get away from that. The only
agreeable existence is one of idleness, and that is not,
unfortunately, always compatible with continuing to exist at all

- Rose Macaulay
(01 Aug 1881 - 30 Oct 1958)

Dear Friends and Schoolmates, 

   We first visited this theme exactly four years ago today:

BONUS - - The Leader of the Pack - Shangri-Las


    Happy Birthday today to Joan Burcher Green ('57) AND    Joe Dickson ('66) of VA!

    Happy Birthday tomorrow to Peggy Taylor Hudson ('57) AND    Bob Parrish ('68) of VA!

    Happy Birthday this week to:

11 - My Brother-in-Law, the late   Miles Nowitzky (Granby HS - '50) (deceased  - 05/07/05) AND     Frances Goodson Wang ('65) of MD AND   Ron Haney ('65) of VA AND   Ron Smith ('65) of VA  AND Barbara Dye Hensley ('69) of VA;

15 - Skippy Weitz ('57) AND   Mary Markiewich Hux ('67) of VA;

16 -   Johanne Coates Richardson ('57) AND Steve Kiger ('66) of VA!

   Many Happy Returns to You All!


January 09, 19
41 - First flight of the Avro Lancaster.

January 09, 1941 - The Greek Triton (S.112) sank the Italian submarine Neghelli in Otranto.

January 09, 1945 - The United States invaded Luzon in the Philippines.


Saturday, January 09, 1965 - Football player Darren Bennett was born in  Sydney, New South Wales, Australia.

Saturday, January 09, 1965 - Basketball player Muggsy Bogues was born in Baltimore, Maryland.

Saturday, January 09, 1965 - Football manager Iain Dowie was born in Hatfield, Hertfordshire, England.

       From My Husband, Paul Harty (Bardolph HS, IL - '61) of IL - 01/08/10 - " Bob Howard Passes Away":

Here was a person for whom the word, "Hero" is simply inadequate.  Very interesting.

Let us remember a true patriot and hero who passed away on December 23, 2009. - Col Bob Howard - American hero!

   WOWZERONI! Thank you, Paul!

From Norris Perry (Warwick HS - '59) of VA - 01/08/10 - "Christmas Trees":


Today I took down the tree.  Removed the decorations.  Some were over forty years old going back to our first Christmas in Chicago.  Some were made by the children in kindergarten and on to first and second years in school.  A few were acquired at The Greenbrier over a thirty four year period.  A few were made by my departed mom in her church bible classes, and two were made by you with my old high school colors.  It's just no telling the amount of time, talent and thought that was required to accomplish these little prizes.  I will put them on the tree always.  Many thanks.



   Thanks so much, Norris; I'm glad you liked them!

       From My Husband, Paul Harty (Bardolph HS, IL - '61) of IL - 01/08/10 - "you - the adorable one":

My dearest Carol,

You may be a control freak, but aren't we all - especially when we get older and all of the things that once appeared to be in our control, slip away while we desperately attempt to hold on to those that we think we still have control over.   As I read your daily newsletters to the Typhoon Nation, which includes me through adoption, I never cease to be amazed at the great love that you have for your classmates, and people in general.  It seems that your goal is to unite, uplift and remember the Typhoon Nation as the people that have influenced your life and given meaning to all that you do, and I think that you do that as well as anyone that I have ever known.   I certainly envy you from time to time because you care for your classmates, school, and city in a manner that causes me to want a like website for my school community.

Besides, someone has to keep order, preserve human dignity, and keep the ruffian in most of us from surfacing and destroying the good that has been created.  You are that person, because you genuinely love everyone, a very Christ like feature, and I must say that few of us have that feature any more, so you are not only a unique person, but you are a very valuable person, and I would urge you not to keep saying that you have learned in the last ten years that you are a bratty, spoiled, control freak.  There are enough folks around to do that for you, so quit running down the most wonderful, caring, genuinely sweet person that I have ever known and keep doing your positive uplifting newsletters which are filled with your love towards NNHS, Newport News, and all of the folks that you keep in touch with their roots.  We all need that, even me, a displaced Virginian because of Manifest Destiny. 

Your newsletters are a source of light, hope and good humor.  They make people want to gather together and they foster fond memories of a past that is rapidly slipping away, so keep the faith, don't contribute to its demise.  Please!

I love and adore you with all my heart and soul, as do all that call you friend, so one little part of the world still shines brightly because of you.

Stay the course and keep that childlike faith and desire to see only good in this world alive and well. 
       Herbie (Hice) (22 Oct 1924 - 18 Apr 2008) would say that to you if he could, and I have to believe that all in NNHS and the Typhoon Nation feel that way too.  You are doing a good, necessary, and wonderful service by keeping us all united despite the chinks in our armor that could keep us all from realizing how much we need your website, even if is based on control and not love.  I prefer the latter as the truth though.

Your Paul

   Thank you so much, Dools!

  From Jerry ('65) and    Judy Phillips ('66) Allen of VA - 01/08/10 - "Three Things - this is beautiful":

We hope that 2010 is getting off to a great start for you.  For those of you who have "situations" to overcome, we pray for good results very soon.
God Bless You!
J & J - Three Things - This was as close as I could find to your pretty attachment; same words, but no images or background music - not nearly so beautiful, but just as enlightening...

   Thanks, Sweetie-Pies!

  From Joyce Lawrence Cahoon ('65) of VA - 01/08/10 - "Shoes in church":

"Live your life by helping one another instead of yourself ." by Me   

I showered and shaved.............. I adjusted my tie...
I got there and sat............. In a pew just in time...

Bowing my head in prayer......... As I closed my eyes.
I saw the shoe of the man next to me...... Touching my own. I sighed.

With plenty of room on either side...... I thought, 'Why must our soles touch?'
It bothered me, his shoe touching mine... But it didn't bother him much.

A prayer began: 'Our Father'.............
I thought, 'This man with the shoes, has no pride..

They're dusty, worn, and scratched. Even worse, there are holes on the side!'
'Thank You for blessings,' the prayer went on.

The shoe man said................. A quiet 'Amen.'
I tried to focus on the prayer...... But my thoughts were on his shoes again.

Aren't we supposed to look our best. When walking through that door?
'Well, this certainly isn't it,' I thought, Glancing toward the floor...

Then the prayer was ended............ And the songs of praise began.
The shoe man was certainly loud........ Sounding proud as he sang.

His voice lifted the rafters............ His hands were raised high.
The Lord could surely hear. The shoe man's voice from the sky.

It was time for the offering......... And what I threw in was steep.
I watched as the shoe man reached..... Into his pockets so deep.

I saw what was pulled out............ What the shoe man put in.
Then I heard a soft 'clink'. As when silver hits tin.

The sermon really bored me.......... To tears, and that's no lie..
It was the same for the shoe man... For tears fell from his eyes.

At the end of the service....... As is the custom here.
We must greet new visitors, And show them all good cheer.

But I felt moved somehow................ And wanted to meet the shoe man..
So after the closing prayer........ I reached over and shook his hand.

He was old and his skin was dark..... And his hair was truly a mess.
But I thanked him for coming.......... For being our guest.

He said, 'My name's Charlie.......... I'm glad to meet you, my friend.'
There were tears in his eyes........... But he had a large, wide grin.

'Let me explain,' he said........... Wiping tears from his eyes.
'I've been coming here for months...... And you're the first to say 'Hi..''

'I know that my appearance...........Is not like all the rest...
'But I really do try......................To always look my best.

'I always clean and polish my shoes.. Before my very long walk.
'But by the time I get here.........They're dirty and dusty, like chalk.

My heart filled with pain........... And I swallowed to hide my tears..
As he continued to apologize.......... For daring to sit so near.

He said, 'When I get here................'I know I must look a sight.
'But I thought if I could touch you.. Then maybe our souls might unite.'

I was silent for a moment............ Knowing whatever was said
Would pale in comparison... I spoke from my heart, not my head.

'Oh, you've touched me,' I said......'And taught me, in part;
'That the best of any man..............Is what is found in his heart'

The rest, I thought,................. This shoe man will never know.
Like just how thankful I really am... That his dirty old shoe touched my soul.

You are special to me and you have made a difference in my life...
I respect you, and truly cherish you.

Send this to your friends, no matter how often you talk,
Or how close you are, And send it to the person who sent it to you.

Let old friends know you haven't forgotten them, and tell new friends you never will.
Remember, everyone needs a friend.

Someday you might feel like you have no friends at all.
Just remember this e-mail and take comfort in knowing that

Someone out there cares about you..... And always will.
Live each day as your last, could be!

   Thank you, Joyce!

        From David Whitley ('67) of VA - 01/05/10 - "This Made My Day" - "#3 in a Series of 12":

There's always a lot to be thankful for if you take time to look for it.

 For example, I am sitting here thinking how nice it is 
that wrinkles don't hurt....

   GIGGLES!!! Thanks, Gorgeous!




  From Jane Chambers of VA - 07/01/09 - "CNC BOOK BROCHURE & AD":

   Contact Dr. Chambers at

   Thanks, Jane!


From ArcaMax Jokes - 01/08/09:


As an instructor in driver education at the local area High School, I've learned that even the brightest students can become flustered behind the wheel.

One day I had three beginners in the car, each scheduled to drive for 30 minutes.

When the first student had completed his time, I asked him to change places with one of the others.

Gripping the wheel tightly and staring straight ahead, he asked in a shaky voice, "Should I stop the car first?"



1. Friday and Saturday, August 6 and 7, 2010 - The NNHS Class of 1970 will hold its 40-Year Reunion. Saturday night will be at the Kiln Creek Golf & Country Club. For details, contact Carol Comer Cutler at or visit the reunion website at - CLASS OF 1970

2. Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, August 6, 7, and  8, 2010 - The NNHS Class of 1960 will hold its 50-Year Reunion at the Marriott Newport News at City Center. For details, contact Karen Weinstein Witte at - CLASS OF 1960

PRAYER ROLL: - updated 01/08/09

BLOG: - updated 08/04/09

   Y'all take good care of each other!  TYPHOONS FOREVER!  We'll Always Have Buckroe!

                          Love to all, Carol





Carol Buckley Harty

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Leader of the Pack

Words and Music by
George "Shadow" Morton, Jeff Barry and Ellie Greenwich

Recorded by The Shangri-Las, 1964

Is she really going out with him?
Well, there she is. Let's ask her.
Betty, is that Jimmy's ring you're wearing?
Gee, it must be great riding with him
Is he picking you up after school today?
By the way, where'd you meet him?

I met him at the candy store
He turned around and smiled at me
You get the picture? (yes, we see)
That's when I fell for (the leader of the pack)

My folks were always putting him down (down, down)
They said he came from the wrong side of town
(whatcha mean when ya say that he came from the wrong side of town?)
They told me he was bad
But I knew he was sad
That's why I fell for (the leader of the pack)

One day my dad said, "Find someone new"
I had to tell my Jimmy we're through
(whatcha mean when ya say that ya better go find somebody new?)
He stood there and asked me why
But all I could do was cry
I'm sorry I hurt you (the leader of the pack)

He sort of smiled and kissed me goodbye
The tears were beginning to show
As he drove away on that rainy night
I begged him to go slow
But whether he heard, I'll never know

Look out! Look out! Look out! Look out!

I felt so helpless, what could I do?
Remembering all the things we'd been through
In school they all stop and stare
I can't hide the tears, but I don't care
I'll never forget him (the leader of the pack)

The leader of the pack - now he's gone
The leader of the pack - now he's gone
The leader of the pack - now he's gone
The leader of the pack - now he's gone

"The Leader of the Pack" midi (sequenced by Ron Tilden) courtesy of
at the suggestion of Dave Spriggs ('64) of VA - 01/01/06
Thanks, Dave!

"The Leader of the Pack" lyrics courtesy of
also at the suggestion of Dave Spriggs ('64) of VA - 01/01/06
Thanks again, Dave!

Shangri-Las' Record Album Cover Image courtesy of - 01/06/06

Spark Bar Divider Line clip art courtesy of - 01/06/06

Animated Tiny Birthday Cake clip art courtesy of Sarah Puckett Kressaty ('65) of VA - 08/31/05
Thanks, Sarah Sugah!

Navy Seal clip art courtesy of - 05/29/06

Animated Army Flag clip art courtesy of - 06/18/03

Animated United States Marine Corps Flag clip art courtesy of - 06/18/03

Crying Baby clip art courtesy of - 09/28/05

Army Seal clip art courtesy of Al Farber ('64) of GA - 05/24/06 (still missing...)
Thanks, Al!
Replaced by Norm Covert ('61) of MD - 02/09/09
Thanks, Norm!

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