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09/10/08 - NNHS Newsletter -
Puff the Magic Dragon

“There is a garden in every childhood, an enchanted place where colors are
brighter, the air softer, and the morning more fragrant than ever again.”

Elizabeth Lawrence

Dear Friends and Schoolmates,

   This Newsletter theme is being repeated from just over three years ago today:

BONUS #1 - - Puff the Magic Dragon - Peter, Paul and Mary - original 45 RPM

BONUS #2- - Puff the Magic Dragon - Peter, Paul and Mary - live - and funny!

BONUS #3- - Puff the Magic Dragon - Peter, Paul and Mary - live


The NNHS Class of 1963
is planning its 45-Year Reunion on
Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, October 17 - 19, 2008.

Please provide your current email and mailing address to Barbara Fritsche Barnes at 
to receive YOUR reunion registration info. The reunion committee has prepared a reunion registration brochure,
which we hope to have available here for you soon.

We’re Going Back!!!! 

The NNHS Class of 1963 invites all former NNHS students and their guests to join them
at an upcoming class reunion event:

A 60’s Sock Hop in the NNHS High School Gym!!! 

What:  Sock Hop with DJ in the Newport News High School Gymnasium 
When:  Friday night, October 17th, 2008 
Time:  7:00pm - 10:00pm 
Cost:  $15 per person

Event Details 


Capacity is Limited. Tickets will be sold on a first come, first served basis.  No sales at door.

Names of all members in your party must be provided with payment. 

Send check or money order payable to: Barbara Barnes, 4891 Parthenon Drive, Virginia Beach, VA  23462 


  • All participants must travel to/from NNHS via shuttle bus from Newport News Omni Hotel
    and sign a release of liability form enroute to the event.

  • Shuttle bus will depart every half hour from The Newport News Omni Hotel, 1000 Omni Boulevard
    (off  Diligence/J. Clyde Morris Boulevard) starting at 6:30 PM. 
    Last bus will depart the school enroute to The Omni at 10:30 PM.

  • Hand stamps issued on shuttle bus will be required for entry.

Socks only, (no shoes of any kind or bare feet) will be permitted in the gymnasium.  

Soft drinks & snacks will be sold at the event. 
No alcoholic beverages allowed on the premises, (some things never change).



All events of the 40-Year Reunion of the Class of 1968 are open to everyone.
It will be held Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, September 26 - 28, 2008.
For further information, call Elizabeth Tedder Nunnally at (757) 874-1666 or e-mail her at   


Evelyn's Birthday Party for All of Us
will be held Saturday, September 27, 2008, 2:00 P.M. at the Canepa Cottage, 760 North 1st Street, Buckroe Beach, VA.

  Happy Birthday today to    Mr. Pete Robinson - 1921 - (deceased - 12/23/03).

    Happy Birthday tomorrow to    My Grandson, Jimmy Harty of OR!

   Happy Birthday this week to:

14 - Billy Brewer ('57) AND    Jeanette Parrish Houston ('64) of VA;

16 -   Tena Goodson Hensel ('39) of VA AND    Mr. John Huller ('43) of FL AND Brian Cooper of SC;

17 -   Mr. George McIntosh (NNHS Principal) - 1914 - (deceased - 05/04/05)  AND Hugh McLawhorne ('57) AND   Ed Nichols ('62) of Northern VA!

   Many Happy Returns to One and All!

From Harry Simpson ('54) of VA - 09/08/08:


The NNHS Class of 1954 will hold a 55th-year reunion on April 23, 24, & 25, 2009. For Class details contact: Dr. Harry Simpson at (804) 694 0346 or E-mail to .

Thank you and take care,  HDS

   Thank you, Harry! I still haven't created a separate page for your class, but this notice is now posted on the main Reunion Page as well as on our main page:

From Norris Perry (Warwick High School - '59) of VA - 09/09/08 - "GOODBYE MOM":

Your Mom thing was so touching, I had to send you this one for balance.

Hope this touches you the way it touched me!

A young man shopping in a supermarket noticed a little old lady following him around. If he stopped, she stopped.
Furthermore she kept staring at him.

She finally overtook him at the checkout, and she turned to him and said,
'I hope I haven't made you feel ill at ease;
it's just that you look so much like my late son.'

He answered, 'That's okay.'

'I know it's silly, but if you'd call out 'Good bye, Mom' as I leave the store, it would make me feel so happy.'

She then went through the checkout, and as she was on her way out of the store, the man called out, 'Goodbye, Mom.'

The little old lady waved, and smiled back at him.

Pleased that he had brought a little sunshine into someone's day, he went to pay for his groceries.

'That comes to $121.85,' said the clerk.

'How come so much? I only bought 5 items..'

The clerk replied, 'Yeah, but your Mother said You'd be paying for her things, too.'

Don't trust little Old Ladies!!!


   WILD GIGGLES! That does balance the scales, doesn't it?!? Thanks, Norris!

  From Bill Lee (Warwick HS - '54) of NC - 09/09/08 - "Memories of shoot-em-up westerns":

The following link will bring back a lot of memories to many of your readers; especially those who frequently paid 14 cents to get into the Warwick Theater. I was amazed, when viewing this clip, that so many B movie stars rode the range on the back lots of Hollywood when we were very young.

FYI, there is specific permission given at the end of this presentation, allowing reuse, but only by link.

   WOWZERS!!! I'd no idea that clip was going to be so poignant; I'd envisioned something much more lighthearted! Thank you so much, Bill! I've added your comment - and the link - here: - and here:

  From Joyce Lawrence Cahoon ('65) of VA - 09/09/08 - "THE OLD WOODEN PHONE":



When I was quite young, my father had one of the first telephones in our neighborhood. I remember the polished, old case fastened to the wall. The shiny receiver hung on the side of the box. I was too little to reach the telephone, but used to listen with fascination when my mother talked to it.

Then I discovered that somewhere inside the wonderful device lived an amazing person. Her name was 'Information Please' and there was nothing she did not know. Information Please could supply anyone's number and the correct time.

My personal experience with the genie-in-a-bottle came one day while my Mother was visiting a neighbor. Amusing myself at the tool bench in the basement, I whacked my finger with a hammer, the pain was terrible, but there seemed no point in crying because there was no one home to give sympathy.

I walked around the house sucking my throbbing finger, finally arriving at the stairway. The telephone! Quickly, I ran for the footstool in the Parlor and dragged it to the landing climbing up; I unhooked the receiver in the parlor and held it to my ear.

'Information, please,' I said into the mouthpiece just above my head. A click or two and a small clear voice spoke into my ear.


'I hurt my finger,' I wailed into the phone, the tears came readily enough now that I had an audience.

'Isn't your mother home?' came the question.

'Nobody's home but me,' I blubbered.

'Are you bleeding?' the voice asked.

'No,' I replied. 'I hit my finger with the hammer and it hurts.'

'Can you open the icebox?' she asked.

I said I could.

'Then chip off a little bit of ice and hold it to your finger,' said the voice.

After that, I called 'Information Please' for everything. I asked her for help with my geography, and she told me where Philadelphia was. She helped me with my math. She told me my pet chipmunk that I had caught in the park just the day before, would eat fruit and nuts.

Then, there was the time Petey, our pet canary, died. I called, 'Information Please,' and told her the sad story. She listened, and then said things grown-ups say to soothe a child. But I was not consoled. I asked her, 'Why is it that birds should sing so beautifully and bring Joy to all families, only to end up as a heap of feathers on the bottom of a cage?'

She must have sensed my deep concern, for she said quietly, ' Wayne, always remember that there are other worlds to sing in.'

Somehow I felt better.

Another day I was on the telephone, 'Information Please.'

'Information,' said in the now familiar voice.

'How do I spell fix?' I asked.

All this took place in a small town in the Pacific Northwest. When I was nine years old, we moved across the country to Boston. I missed my friend very much. 'Information Please' belonged in that old wooden box back home and I somehow never thought of trying the shiny new phone that sat on the table in the hall. As I grew into my teens, the memories of those childhood conversations never really left me.

Often, in moments of doubt and perplexity I would recall the serene sense of security I had then. I appreciated now how patient, understanding, and kind she was to have spent her time on a little boy.

A few years later, on my way west to college, my plane put down in Seattle I had about a half-hour or so between planes. I spent 15 minutes or so on the phone with my sister, who lived there now. Then without thinking what I was doing, I dialed my hometown Operator and said, 'Information Please.'

Miraculously, I heard the small, clear voice I knew so well. 'Information.'

I hadn't planned this, but I heard myself saying, 'Could you please tell me how to spell fix?'

There was a long pause. Then came the soft spoken answer, 'I guess your finger must have healed by now.'

I laughed, 'So it's really you,' I said. 'I wonder if you have any idea how much you meant to me during that time?'

'I wonder,' she said, 'if you know how much your call meant to me. I never had any children and I used to look forward to your calls.'

I told her how often I had thought of her over the years and I asked if I could call her again when I came back to visit my sister.

'Please do,' she said. 'Just ask for Sally.'

Three months later I was back in Seattle a different voice answered:  Information.' I asked for Sally.

'Are you a friend?' she said.

'Yes, a very old friend,' I answered.

'I'm sorry to have to tell you this,' she said. 'Sally had been working part-time the last few years because she was sick. She died five weeks ago.'

Before I could hang up she said, 'Wait a minute, did you say your name was Wayne?'

'Yes.' I answered.

'Well, Sally left a message for you. She wrote it down in case you called. Let me read it to you.' The note said, 'Tell him there are other worlds to sing in. He'll know what I mean.'

I thanked her and hung up. I knew what Sally meant.

Never underestimate the impression you may make on others.

Whose life have you touched today?

Why not pass this on? I just did....

Lifting you on eagle's wings - May you find the joy and peace for which you long.

Life is a journey ... NOT a guided tour. So don't miss the ride and have a great time going around.  You don't get a second shot at it.

I loved this story and just had to pass it on. I hope you enjoy it and get a blessing from it just as I did

   Thank you, Joyce!

From Norris Perry (Warwick High School - '59) of VA - 09/09/08 - "A Woman":

This is written in the Hebrew Talmud, the book where all of the sayings and preaching of Rabbis are conserved over time.

It says: 'Be very careful if you make a woman cry, because God counts her tears. The woman came out of a man's rib. 
Not from his feet to be walked on.  Not from his head to be superior, but from the side to be equal. 
Under the arm to be protected, and next to the heart to be loved.'

Pass this on to all exceptional women that you know. and to men so they know the value of a woman.

   WOWZERS! Thanks again, Norris!

From - 09/08/08 - "6 Easy Ways To Overcome Inertia And Enjoy More Success ":

6 Easy Ways To Overcome Inertia And Enjoy More Success
By Peter Murphy

Inertia is a feeling of not wanting to act. It usually stems from poor time management skills and poor organization skills.

Usually when a person makes sure they are aiming for a goal which is good for them which they are committed to and they learn how to properly manage their time and workspace, then they tend to suffer less from a feeling of inertia.

These time-management and organization skills can’t be learned overnight as they take a lot of practice, but everyone can find their own way through inertia with a bit of effort.

You just need to find a way that best suits you in organizing your life rather than following someone else’s goals for you.

However, the following tips should help you to find your motivation again and get over your inertia.

1. Take control

No matter who you are, everyone suffers from inertia sometimes. Never fear - you can turn that around. Do it before inertia takes over your life you need to act.

Take control of the tasks that need doing. There is no magic wand; there are no magic pixies that live in your office or kitchen and will help you in doing this.

That might sound negative, but it’s best that you face up to this realization now.

Make up your mind to take action today. Right now. Those tasks you’re trying to avoid won’t go away so you may as well face them now.

2. Be Positive

Only by turning around negative words and actions to positive words and actions will you cure inertia. You need to take personal control of the tasks that need doing no matter if they're at work or at home.

3. Recognize self-defeating behavior and its associated thinking

Try to work out why you actually lack motivation and ask yourself what you gain from the inertia: probably nothing, so now is the time to change all that: right here, right now.

If you’re honest with yourself, you are the only one preventing you moving forward toward your goals.

4. Own up

The first step toward overcoming inertia is to admit that you have a problem and try to determine its cause. One of the best ways to achieve this is to look at yourself in the mirror and formally state what it is that is holding you back from accomplishing the task that you are in fact delaying.

It could be that you’re scared you’ll fail; it could even be that you’re afraid you’ll succeed. There is always a reason for inertia if you’re honest with yourself.

Remember, when you say your reasons out loud you own them and they become real. Honesty is the best policy and in order to resolve inertia in your life you need to be honest and avoid the trap of negative self talk.

5. Be realistic

You may have convinced yourself that the people who seem to get everything done and never fall behind are superhuman beings, but they’re not. They’re just better organized and more focused than you.

6. Set goals

If you’re going to get over your inertia, you need to make realistic goals. Identify what tasks you need to do. Make your goal something realistic.

What can you really do?

Also ensure that you have the right equipment to complete your tasks; don't set yourself up for failure where you know you can't succeed without the tools. Keep in mind that you need to keep lists of when the deadlines are due and how you're going to finish them.

These few pointers should help you to overcome inertia and get on with what needs to be done.

Author's Bio

Peter Murphy is a peak performance expert.....

  From Joyce Lawrence Cahoon ('65) of VA - 09/09/08 - "Friendship":










Thanks for being my friend and e-mail buddy. 

May you be as rich as I am! 



   AWWW! Thanks again, Joyce!

  From Jay Styles ('68) of VA - 09/09/08, 12:34 PM - "The chili cook-off":

The chili cook-off

If you can read this whole story without laughing then there's no hope for you. I was crying by the end. This is an actual account as relayed to paramedics at a chili cook-off in Texas.

Note:  Please take time to read this slowly.

If you pay attention to the first two judges, the reaction of the third judge is even better. For those of you who have lived in Texas, you know how true this is. They actually have a Chili Cook-off about the time Halloween comes around. It takes up a major portion of a parking lot at the San Antonio City Park.
Judge #3 was an inexperienced Chili taster named Frank, who was visiting from Springfield, IL.

Frank: "Recently, I was honored to be selected as a judge at a chili cook-off. The original person called in sick at the last moment and I happened to be standing there at the judge's table asking for directions to the Coors Light truck, when the call came in. I was assured by the other two judges (Native Texans) that the chili wouldn't be all that spicy and, besides, they told me I could have free beer during the tasting, so I accepted and became Judge 3."

Here are the scorecard notes from the event:

Judge # 1 -- A little too heavy on the tomato. Amusing  kick.
Judge # 2 -- Nice, smooth tomato flavor. Very mild.
Judge # 3 (Frank) -- Holy shit, what the hell is this stuff? You could remove dried paint from your driveway. Took me two beers to put the flames out.  I hope that's the worst one. These Texans are crazy.

Judge # 1 -- Smoky, with a hint of pork.  Slight jalapeno tang.
Judge # 2 -- Exciting BBQ flavor, needs more peppers to be taken seriously.
Judge # 3 -- Keep this out of the reach of children. I'm not sure what I'm supposed to taste besides pain.  I had to wave off two people who wanted to give me the Heimlich maneuver. They had to rush in more beer when they saw the look on my face.

Judge # 1 -- Excellent firehouse chili. Great kick.
Judge # 2 -- A bit salty, good use of peppers.
Judge # 3 -- Call the EPA. I've located a uranium spill. My nose feels like I have been snorting Drano. Everyone knows the routine by now. Get me more beer before I ignite. Barmaid pounded me on the back, now my backbone is in the front part of my chest. I'm getting shit-faced from all of the beer.

Judge # 1 -- Black bean chili with almost no spice. Disappointing.
Judge # 2 -- Hint of lime in the black beans. Good side dish for fish or other mild foods, not much of a chili.
Judge # 3 -- I felt something scraping across my tongue, but was unable to taste it. Is it possible to burn out taste buds? Sally, the beer maid, was standing behind me with fresh refills.  This 300 lb. woman is starting to look HOT...just like this nuclear waste I'm eating! Is chili an aphrodisiac?

Judge # 1 -- Meaty, strong chili. Cayenne peppers freshly ground, adding considerable kick. Very impressive.
Judge # 2 -- Chili using shredded beef, could use more tomato. Must admit the cayenne peppers make a strong statement.
Judge # 3 -- My ears are ringing, sweat is pouring off my forehead and I can no longer focus my eyes. I farted and four people behind me needed paramedics. The contestant seemed offended when I told her that her chili had given me brain damage. Sally saved my tongue from bleeding by pouring beer directly on it from the pitcher. I wonder if I'm burning my lips off.  It really pisses me off that the other judges asked me to stop screaming.  Screw them.

Judge # 1 -- Thin yet bold vegetarian variety chili. Good balance of spices and peppers.
Judge # 2 -- The best yet.  Aggressive use of peppers, onions, and garlic.  Superb.
Judge # 3 -- My intestines are now a straight pipe filled with gaseous, sulfuric flames. I shit on myself when I farted and I'm worried it will eat through the chair. No one seems inclined to stand behind me except that Sally.  Can't feel my lips anymore. I need to wipe my ass with a snow cone.

Judge # 1 -- A mediocre chili with too much reliance on canned peppers.
Judge # 2 -- Ho hum, tastes as if the chef literally threw in a can of chili peppers at the last moment. **I should take note that I am worried about Judge # 3. He appears to be in a bit of distress as he is cursing uncontrollably.
Judge # 3 -- You could put a grenade in my mouth, pull the pin, and I wouldn't feel a thing. I've lost sight in one eye, and the world sounds like it is made of rushing water. My shirt  is covered with chili, which slid unnoticed out of my mouth. My pants are full of lava to match my shirt. At least during the autopsy, they'll know what killed me. I've decided to stop breathing; it's too painful.  Screw it; I'm not getting any oxygen anyway. If I need air, I'll just suck it in through the 4-inch hole in my stomach.

Judge # 1 -- The perfect ending, this is a nice blend chili. Not too bold but spicy enough to declare its existence.
Judge # 2 -- This final entry is a good, balanced chili.  Neither mild nor hot. Sorry to see that most of it was lost when Judge #3 farted, passed out, fell over and pulled the chili pot down on top of himself. Not sure if he's going to make it. Poor feller, wonder how he'd have reacted to really hot chili?
Judge # 3 - No Report

   WILDEST GIGGLES! Thanks, Jay Sweetie!

PRAYER ROLL: - updated 09/09/08

   Hopefully, this will help address the problem in a number of ways. Just don't forget to click on it each time!

NNHS BLOG: - updated 09/10/08


1. Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, September 26 - 28, 2008 - NNHS CLASS OF 1968 - OPEN TO ALL TYPHOONS: - 03/31/08

2. Saturday, September 27, 2008 - EVERYONE:

     Evelyn Fryer Fish's Birthday Party for All of Us


4. Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, October 17 - 19, 2008 - NNHS CLASS OF 1963 - AND ALL TYPHOONS ON FRIDAY NIGHT (if pre-registered):  - 08/29/08

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

            Love to all, Carol





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Puff the Magic Dragon

Written by Peter Yarrow and Leonard Lipton, 1963

(Peter, Paul and Mary)

Puff the Magic Dragon lived by the sea.
And frolicked in the autumn mist
In a land called Hon-a-lee.
Little Jackie Paper loved that rascal Puff
And brought him strings and ceiling wax,
And other fancy stuff.
Together they would travel
On a boat with billowed sail,
Jackie kept a lookout perch on
Puff's gigantic tail.
Nobel kings and princes
Would bow where 'ere they came,
And pirate ships would lower their flags
When Puff roared out his name.

Puff the Magic Dragon lived by the sea.
And frolicked in the autumn mist
In a land called Hon-a-lee.
Puff the Magic Dragon lived by the sea.
And frolicked in the autumn mist
In a land called Hon-a-lee.

A dragon lives forever
But not so little boys,
Painted wings and giant strings
Make way for other toys.
One dark night it happened,
Jackie Paper came no more,
And Puff that mighty dragon,
He ceased his fearless roar

Puff the Magic Dragon lived by the sea.
And frolicked in the autumn mist
In a land called Hon-a-lee.
Puff the Magic Dragon lived by the sea.
And frolicked in the autumn mist
In a land called Hon-a-lee.

His head was bent in sorrow,
Green scales fell like rain,
Puff no longer went to play
Along the cherry lane.
Without his life-long friend,
Puff could not be brave,
So Puff that mighty dragon
Sadly slipped into his cave.

Puff the Magic Dragon lived by the sea.
And frolicked in the autumn mist
In a land called Hon-a-lee.
Puff the Magic Dragon lived by the sea.
And frolicked in the autumn mist
In a land called Hon-a-lee.

"Puff the Magic Dragon" midi and lyrics courtesy of
located for us by Dave Spriggs ('64) of VA - 08/31/05
Thanks, Dave! 

Red Toy Dragon Image courtesy of - 09/05/05

Animated Flower-Nibbling Dragon clip art courtesy of - 09/05/05

Animated Fire Breathing Dragon Animation (AF Artist - Greg Wilson) clip art courtesy of - 09/01/05

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

Army Seal clip art courtesy of Al Farber ('64) of GA - 05/24/06
Thanks, Al!

Animated "NEW" clip art courtesy of - 03/07/06

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