02/16/11 - NNHS Newsletter
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“I
don't understand why Cupid was chosen to represent Valentine's Day.
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Author Unknown |
Dear Friends and Schoolmates,
Today's Newsletter theme is being revisited from only one year ago today:
http://www.nnhs65.com/02-16-10-NNHS-Stupid-Cupid.html
BONUS #1 - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u2aJxkmDwBI - Stupid Cupid - Connie Francis, 1959
BONUS #2 - http://www.addictinggames.com/angelico.html - Stupid Cupid Arcade Game
Many Happy Returns to You All!
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YESTERDAY
IN THE WAR BETWEEN THE STATES:
THIS DAY IN THE WAR BETWEEN THE STATES: |
http://www.civilwarinteractive.com/This%20Day/thisday0216.htm |
From
Harry Covert
('57) of MD -
03/18/11 - "The Covert Letter":
Stripes & Stars with Joe Hollywood Posted: 14 Feb 2011 12:29 PM PST By
A business news item out of Philadelphia caught my eye recently, bringing to mind an assignment that took me to Hollywood in 1976. A soldier named Joseph Molina was “on point” as we dove into the world of established stars like Bob Hope and Monty Hall and the whirling dervish of Rock music culture. Here we are, 35 years later. National automotive parts and service company Pep Boys announces it selected JMPR Public Relations, Inc. of Woodland Hills, Calif., as its agency of record. The company got its name from the founder, this same Joseph Molina. His is an American success story. JMPR’s 2011 “stable” of clients is impressive, adding Petersen publishing empire’s Motor Trend Automotive Group last summer. It still serves “flagship” client Bentley, plus Bugatti Automobiles, Airstream Trailers, Hurst Performance Vehicles, Meguiar’s Inc., Piaggio Aero, and the Mullin Automotive Museum. More to come! Joe founded JMPR, Inc. in 1977. It has survived the economic downtown and is among the respected public relations firms in the nation; an accomplishment for a young man whom the military could never appreciate. He was way ahead of the rest of us, but we didn’t know it. Joe, almost 55, was made for Hollywood! He told me several months ago how his dream had come true with JMPR; his family and classic car collection. I couldn’t help my feeling of paternal pride as we recalled the U. S. Army asking if I could use him on temporary assignment in my division. Joe admits on the JMPR website that he’s a dreamer, a fact I picked up on early. “Dreaming,” he says, “is an integral part of the service.” My first impression was that PFC Joseph Molina would either be the new Don Kirshner in rock music production or a freelance media groupie living by the seat of his pants. Joe enlisted in the Army in 1973 near his Orange County, Calif., home. He was assigned to Fort Monroe, Va., after graduation from the Defense Information School (DINFOS), Ft. Benjamin Harrison, Ind. Joe sat down at my desk one morning in 1976, neither of us knowing what the outcome would be of the working relationship. He was enthusiastic and had a head full of ideas, plus phone contacts in the record industry that soon bombarded us with new vinyl releases, artists’ pictures and copy. Our military and civilian staff produced a variety of multi-media soldier information products and we had to determine where Joe’s unorthodox ways could fit on the team. His first project was helping me set up a Christmas experience for patients at King’s Daughters Children’s Hospital in Norfolk, Va. He boldly called famous voice characterization star Mel Blanc’s PR firm and shortly afterward I received a call from the star himself. Joe’s idea was that Mel’s characters would have a conversation with the kids by speakerphone in the hospital ward. Mel loved the idea, as did Jim Henson of the Muppets who ordered two boxes of character paraphernalia as gifts for the children. The talented Mr. Blanc was a joy, calling the hospital ward at the appointed hour “from Hollywood,” interacting as Bugs Bunny, Yosemite Sam, Barney Rubble, Speed Buggy and other voices the children happily recognized. It was a great start for Joe. Joe’s stars aligned again when we were tasked to get out the word to all major Army commands on the new enlisted soldiers’ Skill Qualification Test. Joe suggested we go to Hollywood and convince rock music, movie and television stars to do public service announcements. “Yeah,” I said with skepticism, but he was undeterred. Command approved the plan virtually on “spec,” doubting we would return with anything on tape. Joe set up tentative dates and times; I wrote scripts, rounded up a mike and professional tape recorder and the Army published our travel orders. My reputation depended on a successful mission, a challenge considering we didn’t enjoy much of a budge, Inc.t. The Army committed only to airplane tickets, per diem and whatever expenses could be proved. Joe and I shared a room in a small motel on Sunset Boulevard and watched every penny. It was quite a contrast to the millions being spent on the All-Volunteer Army initiative – billed by N. W. Ayer, Inc. Joe negotiated tenaciously by telephone from one end of Hollywood to the other, Wilshire to Sunset and beyond. He knew when to give me the phone. Joe first took me to a nondescript door adjacent to the parking lot at CBS Studio City. It led to legendary “Let’s Make a Deal” game-show host Monty Hall’s dressing room. Mr. Hall was friendly and gracious, but most of all a one-take talent on each of the three PSA scripts. When challenged by the Universal Studios gate guard a couple days later, Joe glibly talked us through to get us to “The Waltons” star Richard Thomas. That same gate was featured in the finale of Mel Brooks’ zany “Blazing Saddles.” Joe made a cold call through the maze of handlers of the rock group “War,” which was enjoying huge success with big hits “Low Rider” and “Why Can’t We Be Friends?” We were treated to a pre-recording session Q&A schmooze. I cued up the tape and lead singer Eric Burdon read one of my scripts. The real coup was our double-teaming of warm-hearted Bob Hope at his Toluca Lake home. He liked my three scripts, but wanted to record them alone in his private studio. Bob Hope could do anything he wanted – and he did it for us. We came home loaded with reel-to-reel tapes. Comedienne Carol Burnett was unable to meet us, but her assistant took the scripts. The tapes arrived at Fort Monroe a couple weeks later with an additional three by comedian Tim Conway. PFC Molina had found his niche. Gen. William E. DePuy couldn’t have been happier with the PSAs. They were a bargain and were distributed by Armed Forces Radio and Television (AFRT). Joe built on his Rolodex™ vision and tenacity in starting JMPR, Inc. I learned to never doubt Joseph Molina’s determination to make things happen. Pep Boys made the right decision! Contact Norman Covert at
nmcovert77@aol.com
WOWZERONI! Thanks so much, Harry and Norm! ![]() ![]() |
From Bruce Sims ('56) of VA - 02/12/11 - "Actual School Answering Machine":
Actual School Answering Machine NNHS is alive & well in Australia
Sounds
like some one has it right!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pwghabw4N80
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OH,
WOW! Thank you so very
much, Joyce!
These kids must have been really bored, but
ya gotta give 'em credit for thinking of a novel way to relieve the
boredom without doing any harm!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5YIrr92QkZU
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jksJceAJdM8 - Nursing
Home Talent Show
MORE WILD GIGGLES!
Thanks, Jamey!
FIRST JEWISH FEMALE PRESIDENT The
year is 2016 and the United States has elected a woman,
Susan Goldfarb, as the first Jewish president. She
calls up her mother a few weeks after election day and
says, 'So, Mom, I assume you will be coming to my
inauguration?' 'I
don't think so. It's a ten hour drive, your father isn't
as young as he used to be, and my arthritis is acting up
again.' 'Don't
worry about it Mom, I'll send Air Force One to pick you
up and take you home. And a limousine will pick you up
at your door.' 'I
don't know. Everybody will be so fancy-schmantzy, what
on earth would I wear?' 'Oh
Mom,' replies Susan, 'I'll make sure you have a
wonderful gown, custom-made by the best designer in New
York .'
'Honey,' Mom complains, 'you know I can't eat those rich
foods you and your friends like to eat.' The
President-elect responds, 'Don't worry Mom. The entire
affair is going to be handled by the best caterer in New
York , kosher all the way. Mom, I really want you to
come.' So Mom
reluctantly agrees and on January 20, 2017, Susan
Goldfarb is being sworn in as President of the United
States . In the
front row sits the new President's mother, who leans
over to a senator sitting next to her 'You
see that woman over there with her hand on the Torah,
becoming President of the United States ??' The
Senator whispers back, 'Yes I do.' Mom
says proudly, 'Her brother is a doctor.
MORE GIGGLES!
Thanks, Norris Sweetie!
From
http://www.stvalentinesday.org/valentines-day-humor.html:
. Saturday, July 9, 2011 (6:30 PM to 11:30 PM) - The Class of 1971 will hold
its 40-Year Reunion at Newport News Marriott at City Center, 740 Town Center
Drive, Newport News. For details, contact Richard Rawls at
Richard@Rawls.com - CLASS OF 1971
5. Saturday, August 20, 2011 - The Class of 1966 will hold its 45-Year Reunion
at the Warwick Yacht Club, Newport News. Further details will be available soon
from Dee Hodges Bartram at dhbartram@cox.net
- CLASS OF 1966
http://www.nnhs65.com/requests-prayers.html
- updated 02/14/11
http://nnhs.wordpress.com/
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updated 10/21/10
Y'all take good care of each
other! TYPHOONS FOREVER!
We'll Always Have
Buckroe!
Love to all, Carol
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NNHS CLASS OF '65 WEB SITE:
http://www.nnhs65.com
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From Joyce Lawrence Cahoon ('65) of
VA - 02/13/11 - "Seven stages of SNOW":
I'm sure you have heard of the
seven stages of man, from birth to death. As I watched my
front yard disappear under a layer of white recently, I
realized that we also have seven stages of snow.
In stage one, snow is simply magic. You sit with your nose
pressed to the glass, watching the flakes swirl through the
air. You beg and cajole until your mother wraps you in
enough layers to make movement almost impossible and then
waddle out to stand motionless, watching the little shapes
as they land on your sleeve. Your head tilts back and you
let them fall right into your mouth. The silence lays like a
cloak over everything.
Stage two starts when you are old enough to go to school and
snow becomes a kind of gambling game. Will there be enough
to cancel school? Where we live in Virginia, that can happen
with as little as 2", while 6" will paralyze the city. Now
you are old enough to dress yourself and you know to stop
adding layers before you turn into the Michelin Man. After
all, you need to be able to bend down to make a snowman or
go sledding.
Anything can be called into service as a sleigh. My favorite
was a slightly concave silver circle that had a habit of
wobbling and spinning as it slipped down our street. The
silly adults who lived in the neighborhood actually objected
when we carried snow from the yards back into the street
when the pavement started to show.
In the third stage, you suddenly find yourself old enough to
be called into snow clearing service. Snow stops looking
quite so fluffy and endearing when you have to move several
hundred pounds of it. At least, there was still the reward
of snow cream, hot chocolate and the fun of playing games
and putting together jigsaw puzzles with the family.
In the fourth stage, you are old enough to drive and you
have to figure out how to get to work. Since we can easily
go two years with no snow at all, no one around here is very
good at driving in the snow. Even if I had complete faith in
my own abilities, I would have no faith in my fellow
drivers. Still, if I am not at home when it starts snowing,
I have to drive to get home and it is always a
nerve-wracking experience.
It seems that no matter where I have ever lived, there was a
steep hill to negotiate. When I was first married, we lived
in the mountains and our apartment was at the bottom of a
hill. We were just creeping along, not even stepping on the
gas, and suddenly my tiny little Corolla headed for a big
mail truck like a nail attracted to a magnet. We came to
rest with the front headlight nestled against the truck.
Aghast, I tried to get out of the car only to discover that
the driver's side had buckled all the way to the back door.
The mailman pushed me out of the way, said he had no damage
and took off. One of those magical snow moments you can
treasure forever.
Another time, as I was trying to get home from work, I was
indicating a left turn into my subdivision, but the car had
other ideas and veered sharply to the right. Never one to
argue with something that weighs two tons, I obligingly let
the car have its way and parked at the elementary school
opposite my street. I got out and walked home. We retrieved
the car when the snow melted.
In stage five, you are the parent and you get to pass on all
your snow traditions to your children. I found I was just as
happy to see snow days as they were. Well, I was happy the
first couple days; after that, the thrill began to wear off.
In the early years, we were still using our fireplace and I
used to make bread dough and put the covered bowls on the
hearth to rise. I never mastered the art of making snow
cream but pollution had gotten so bad by then, I don't think
it would have been good to eat anyway. I was excellent at
providing hot chocolate and marshmallows. So what if it is
was instant?
By stage six, the children were grown and snow days meant I
could stay in my sewing room all day. I don’t waste time
baking bread or making cookies anymore. As you get older,
you get your priorities straight!
When you reach stage seven, like my mother, you are back to
pressing your nose against the glass. Past a certain age,
walking in snow is a death-defying act. You could break a
hip! You still watch as the front yard is covered up but all
you can think is whether you'll be able to get to your
regular hairdresser appointment and whether the food will
hold out until someone can take you to the grocery store.
From
Glenn Dye
('60) of TX -
02/12/11 - "PARKING LOT FUN!":
PARKING LOT FUN!
From Jamey Douglas Bacon ('66) of VA -
02/14/11 - "Nursing Home Talent Show":
I
can relate to this one. Get ready to get a good
laugh!!!
From Norris Perry (Warwick HS - '59) of VA -
02/16/11 - "FIRST JEWISH FEMALE PRESIDENT":
You
have to be in our age group to remember this type of
humor.
FINALLY:
Candy Love
Four-year-old Sam loved candy almost as much as his mom Sally did. He
and Daddy had given her a beautiful heart-shaped box of chocolates for
Valentine's Day. A few days later Sam was eyeing it, wishing to have a
piece of it. As he reached out to touch one of the big pieces, Sally
said to him, "If you touch it, then you have to eat it. Do you
understand?"
"Oh, yes," he said, nodding his head. Suddenly his little hand patted
the tops of all the pieces of candy. "Now I can eat them all."
DATES TO REMEMBER:
1.
Thursday, March 3, 2011 - The NNHS Class of 1955 holds Lunch Bunch gatherings on
the first Thursday of every month at Steve & John's Steak House on Jefferson
Avenue just above Denbigh Boulevard in Newport News at 11:00 AM. The luncheon is
not limited to just the Class of '55; if you have fiends in that year, go visit
with them.
2
. Wednesday,
April 13, 2011 - The NNHS Class of June 1942 meets at noon on the second
Wednesday of every other month for a Dutch treat lunch at the James
River Country Club, 1500 Country Club Road. PLEASE JOIN THEM. Give or
take a few years makes no difference. Good conversation, food and
atmosphere. For details, call Jennings Bryan at 803-7701 for
reservations.
3. Saturday, April 30, 2011 - The NNHS Class will have a Luncheon. Team
Leaders are Mickey Marcella (mcmiceli@verizon.net
- 757-249-3800), Betty Hamby Neher
(bjneher@cox.net - 757-898-5099), and Dr. Harry Simpson
(hdsdds@aol.com - 804-694-0346). -
CLASS OF 1954
PRAYER ROLL
:
BLOG:
PERSONAL WEB SITE:
http://www.angelfire.com/weird2/cluckmeat
915-780-3048
Written by Howard Greenfield (15 Mar 1936 – 04 Mar 1986) and Neil Sedaka (b. 13 Mar 1939)
Recorded
by
Connie Francis,
1958
(b.12 Dec 1938)
Stupid
Cupid, you're a real mean guy
I'd like to clip your wings so you can't fly
I'm in love and it's a crying shame
And I know that you're the one to blame
Hey hey, set me free
Stupid Cupid, stop picking on me
I can't do my homework and I can't think straight
I meet him every morning 'bout half past eight
I'm acting like a lovesick fool
You've even got me carrying his books to school
Hey hey, set me free
Stupid Cupid, stop picking on me
You mixed me up for good right from the very start
Hey now, go play Robin Hood with somebody else's heart
You got me jumping like a crazy clown
And I don't feature what you're putting down
Well, since I kissed his loving lips of wine
The thing that bothers me is that I like it fine
Hey hey, set me free
Stupid Cupid, stop picking on me
You got me jumping like a crazy clown
And I don't feature what you're putting down
Well, since I kissed his loving lips of wine
The thing that bothers me is that I like it fine
Hey hey, set me free
Stupid Cupid, stop picking on me
Hey hey, set me free
Stupid Cupid, stop picking on me
"Stupid
Cupid" midi courtesy
of
http://www.garyrog.50megs.com/ at the suggestion of Dave Spriggs
('64) of VA - 02/13/10
Thanks, Dave!
"Stupid Cupid" lyrics courtesy of http://www.stlyrics.com/songs/c/conniefrancis5974/stupidcupid505749.html - 02/16/10
Anti-Valentine Day title clip art courtesy of My Niece,
Shari, of VA - 02/14/10
GIGGLES!
Thanks, Shari!
Rose
Cupids
Divider Line clip art courtesy of - well, I don't know, but
it's been in my files since 03/29/05
Animated Tiny
Birthday Cake clip art courtesy of
Thanks, Sarah Sugah!
Animated USMC Flag clip art courtesy of http://www.angelfire.com/ny4/KevsGifsGalore/Patriotic.html - 06/18/03
Marine Corps Seal clip art courtesy of the late Herbert Hice of MI - one of my Famous Marines
who fought in WWII
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!
Animated Laughing Woman courtesy of Joyce Lawrence Cahoon ('65) of VA - 02/23/09
Thanks, Joyce!
Animated Big Hugs Smiley clip art courtesy of Sarah Puckett Kressaty ('65) of VA
- 06/19/09
Thanks, Sarah Sugah!