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12/10/15 - NNHS Newsletter -
As With Gladness, Men of Old

When they saw the star, they rejoiced with exceeding great joy. And when they were come
into the house, they saw the young child with Mary his mother, and fell down, and
worshipped him: and when they had opened their treasures, they presented
unto him gifts; gold, and frankincense, and myrrh.

- Matthew 2: 10-11 (KJV)

Dear Friends and Schoolmates,

   Today's carol is one I remember from my childhood but rarely hear anymore.

BONUS #1 - - As With Gladness, Men of Old - English cathedrals

BONUS #2 - - As With Gladness, Men of Old - pipe organ - sing along version


"As with Gladness Men of Old" is a Christmas carol, written by William Chatterton Dix on 6 January 1859, whilst ill in bed. It was first published in his own book, Hymns of Love and Joy, in 1867.

The music was written by Konrad Kocher in 1838. The same melody is used in the Christian hymn, "For the Beauty of the Earth."


   Don't forget the Big Football Game this Saturday:

Navy vs. Army
Saturday, December 12, 3:00 PM on CBS
Lincoln Financial Field, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

   Go Navy!


   Happy Birthday today to     John Murden ('60) of VA AND   Glen Davenport ('63) of VA!

   Happy Birthday tomorrow to   Helen Bost Rainelle ('72) of FL!

   Happy Birthday this week to:

12 -    Mary Massey Lyle ('61) of NJ AND      Marcus C. Higgins ('65) of AZ AND       Tom Norris (Hampton HS - '73);

13 - Kay Davis Smith ('57);

14 - Elizabeth Mitchell Hedgepeth ('57) AND   Kathie Avant Taylor ('64) of GA;

15 - Jewell Hamner Crowe ('57) AND        Buster Vest ('63) of VA;

16 -   Betty Brockwell McClure ('58) of MA;

17 - Norma Helmick Burks ('63) AND   Tom Oxner ('65) of AR!

   Many Happy Returns, One and All! 


December 10, 1965
The Royal Netherlands Marine Corps was founded by Michiel de Ruyter.


December 10, 1941 - Battle of the Philippines Imperial Japanese forces under the command of General Masaharu Homma invaded the Philippine mainland.

December 10, 1941 - In the Battle of Malaya, the Royal Navy capital ships HMS Prince of Wales and HMS Repulse were sunk by Imperial Japanese Navy torpedo bombers near Malaya.


Friday, December 10, 1965 - The Grateful Dead performed their first concert under this new name.

Friday, December 10, 1965 - Lawyer, comedian, actor, and screenwriter Greg Giraldo was born Gregory C. Giraldo in Bronx, New York. On 25 Sept 2010 at the age of 44, he overdosed on prescription medication in New Brunswick, New Jersey.

Friday, December 10, 1965 - Singer-songwriter and guitarist (Dinosaur Jr., Witch, Deep Wound, and Upsidedown Cross) J Mascis was born Joseph Donald Mascis, Jr. in Amherst, Massachusetts.

Friday, December 10, 1965 - Actress, producer, and screenwriter Stephanie Morgenstern was born Stephanie Grace Morgenstern in Geneva, Switzerland.

From My Friend, Susan, of NC - 12/09/15:

“Each of us is an innkeeper who decides if there is room for Jesus!”

Neal A. Maxwell, October 1992
(06 July 1926 - 21 July 2004)

    Thanks so much, Susan!

        From My Husband, Paul Harty (Bardolph HS, IL - '61) of NC - 12/08/15 - "Shingles":


Those of us who spend much time in a doctor's office should appreciate this! Doesn't it seem more and more that physicians are running their practices like an assembly line?

Here's what happened to Kevin:

Kevin walked into a doctor's office and the receptionist asked him what he had. Kevin said, "Shingles."

So she wrote down his name, address, medical insurance number and told him to have a seat.

Fifteen minutes later a nurse's aide came out and asked Kevin what he had. Kevin said, "Shingles."

So she wrote down his height, weight, a complete medical history and told Kevin to wait in the examining room.

A half hour later a nurse came in and asked Kevin what he had. Kevin said, "Shingles." 

So the nurse gave Kevin a blood test, a blood pressure test, an electrocardiogram, and told Kevin to take off all his clothes and wait for the doctor.

An hour later the doctor came in and found Kevin sitting patiently in the nude and asked Kevin what he had.

Kevin said, "Shingles."

The doctor asked, "Where?"

Kevin said, "Outside on the truck. Where do you want me to unload 'em??"

     Thanks, Dools!

      From My Niece, Shari, of VA - 12/09/15 - "A Funny Bizarre News Story, Hand Signs and Great Perspective!":

Needle And The Damage Done
STP-Sour Girl
STP-Interstate Love Song
Acoustic version--Simply put, beautiful!
Neil Young-Old Man



A government warning was recently issued that anyone traveling in icy or blizzard conditions should take:

- Shovel, blankets or sleeping bag
- Extra clothing including scarf, hat and gloves
- 24 hours supply of food and drink
- De-icer
- 5 lbs of rock salt
- flashlight with spare batteries
- Road flares and reflective triangles
- Tow rope
- 5 gallon gas can
- First aid kit
- Jump cables

I felt like a complete idiot getting on the bus this morning.


"Google has found that Ouija boards are one of this year's most popular toys. You know, because it wasn't bad enough dealing with your LIVING relatives."

- Jimmy Fallon


"Fifteen states across the country have gas prices that have dipped below $2. That means it's now cheaper to buy a gallon of liquefied dinosaurs than one cup of coffee at Starbucks."

- Jimmy Fallon


"According to a new report that just came out, the average college freshman reads at a seventh grade level. Or if you're an optimist every seventh grader now reads at a college freshman level."

- Conan O'Brien


Handy Hints

Hint 1:

Put 2-3 drops Lavender oil on a minor burn to decrease pain.

I recently did this after I spilled scorching hot tea on my hand and luckily had my lavender with me. After placing my hand under cold water for a few minutes I added a few drops of lavender to the burned area. Result: NO redness, swelling or pain. NO sign of any burn.

Hint 2: Chapped lips in the winter - lavender oil to the rescue

Take a teaspoon of coconut oil (this should be a staple in every household...seriously, this stuff is great) and add 1 or 2 drops of lavender oil. Use this mixture 3 times a day and your lips will graciously thank you.

Hint 3: Excellent for aching muscles, relaxation, stress relief.

Add 6-8 drops Lavender essential oil after running the bath water. Or add the drops to a capful of milk or Epsom salts and then put in the bath as this helps to disperse the oils through out the water. This is a great way to receive the benefits of Lavender oil. Lie back and enjoy!


Today's Random Facts:

The "thumbs-up" sign means "good" to Westerners, "one" to Italians, "five" to Japanese, and "up yours" in Greece. In Iran, it represents a penis.

The "hang loose" sign (thumb and little finger extended) means, "stay cool, relax" in Hawaii, "six" in Japan, and "would you like a drink?" in Mexico.

Nodding the head means "yes" in most societies, but means "no" in some parts of Greece, Yugoslavia, Bulgaria, and Turkey.

An ear grasp means "I'm sorry" in parts of India. Cupping the ear means "I can't hear you" in all societies. Pulling the ear means "you are in my heart" for Navajo Indians.


Bizarre News

*-- Police probing domestic violence report find man battling spider --*

WOLLSTONECRAFT, Australia - An Australian police department called to a suspected domestic violence scene said they instead discovered a man locked in mortal combat with a spider. The Harbourside Local Area Command said in a Facebook post several officers responded to an apartment in Wollstonecraft, New South Wales, on a report of "a woman screaming hysterically" and a man's voice shouting, "I'm going to kill you, [you're] dead! Die Die!!" The post said neighbors reported hearing furniture being thrown around the inside of the residence. The officers arrived and found a man alone in the residence.

The Facebook post recounted the man's conversation with officers:

Police: "Where's your wife?"

Male: "Umm, I don't have one."

Police: "Where your girlfriend?"

Male: "Umm, I don't have one"

Police: "We had a report of a domestic and a women screaming, where is she?"

Male: "I don't know what you're talking about. I live alone."

Police: "Come on, mate, people clearly heard you yelling you were going to kill her and furniture getting thrown around the unit."

Police said the man "became very sheepish" at this point in the conversation.

Police: "Come on, mate, what have you done to her?"

Male: "It was a spider."

Police "Sorry??"

Male: "It was a spider, a really big one!!"

Police: "What about the women screaming?"

Male: "Yeah, sorry, that was me. I really really hate spiders."

The man was not charged and officers left after a quick search of the apartment confirmed the resident's account.


Looking Good
*-- How To Get a Toned Tush --*

It's never too early to start exercising and making your body look fantastic for bathing suit season! If you are looking to tone up that behind of yours but you aren't sure how to do it, these tips will guarantee a firmer bottom within 2 weeks to a month (and the longer you do it, the more toned you will be!).

The Secret to Toning Up

The secret to toning up is not cutting out carbs or exercising like mad. It's doing exercise and looking after your nutrition and improving them both together at the same time so that they support and build up one another. It's really no big secret, but remind yourself every day that you do need to have an adequate caloric intake in order to tone up, no matter how tempted you may be to cut out as many calories as you possibly can. Remember to try and keep your caloric intake to 1500 calories or more if you are working out on that particular day.

The Diet

No crash dieting here. The key to toning up your butt is to cut out those high fat, high sugar and processed foods. A lot of foods that we "think" are healthy are actually not very good for our health. For instance, those whole grain crackers you bought probably are high in fat and loaded in MSG. Not exactly the kind of food you want to eat when you want to lose weight.

Focus on eating natural and whole foods. This means limiting the processed foods, the pre-made meals that may be sitting in your freezer, and anything that you did not find on the outer aisles of the grocery store. When you eat, try to eat whole grains, fresh vegetables, fresh fruits, and lean meats (such as fish and chicken). Drink a lot of water to stay hydrated and stay feeling full, and avoid all salty snacks, sweet treats, and drinks other than water that have hidden calories.

The Exercise

Exercising 3 to 4 times a week is ideal as it will give your body the appropriate amount of work and rest needed to repair itself and continually build up muscle. Always start off by warming up your body by stretching and jogging or walking for 5 minutes. Once you have warmed up, it's time to start the squats. Keep your back straight and your legs shoulder length apart. Now bend your knees while taking are to keep your back straight. Hold the position for a few seconds, and then raise yourself again in at a controlled pace. Do this ten times at first, gradually working your way up to thirty squats.

Next, try to do 15 lunges on your left leg, and 15 lunges for your right leg. You will have to pace yourself for this one at first as lunges take a whole lot of muscle and energy!

It's also great to add some cardio into your exercise routine to shape up your bottom. Running, biking, playing a sport - anything that elevates your heart rate is good for toning up your butt and losing weight.


A MountainWings Moment
Issue Number 4072

There was an older more experienced truck driver who had been all over the country in his career.

One day, he had to train a new, much younger, inexperienced driver. The old one allowed the younger one to drive for awhile. The young one drove the big 18-wheeler for about five hours and became very tired and asked the trainer to take over for a while.

The trainer drove for 10 hours and was not even tired as he had done this for years. The young man was flabbergasted and asked the old man how he could drive for hours and not get tired.

The old man asked him, "What do you do in the morning just before you leave your house?"

The young man replied, "I kiss my wife good-bye and tell her I am going to work."

The old one said, "That is your problem."

The young man asked, "What do you mean, problem?"

The old man said, "When I leave in the morning, I kiss my wife good-bye, but I don't tell her I am going to work, I tell her I am going for a drive in the country."

Everything is a matter of attitude.

   Thank you, Shari!

  From My Friend, Evelyn Dudzinski Griffis (Mars Hill HS, PA - '75) of NY - 12/08/15:

  SO THAT'S IT! Thanks, Evelyn! I just couldn't imagine what was wrong!

“ At what age do you think it's appropriate to tell a highway it's adopted?”

Zach Galifianakis
(b. 01 Oct 1969)

From Bill Hobbs ('66) of Northern VA - 11/16/15 - "Signs of the Times (#20 in a series of 21)":
     Thanks, Billy!


From My Friend, Tammy, of UT - 12/07/14 - "Daily Christmas Story (#8 in a Series of 24)"

This year I decided to share some of my favorite Christmas stories and quotes. It is a tradition in our family to read a Christmas story every night in December culminating with the Nativity on the 24th.

Christmas Story Day 8, Christmas Gifts, Christmas Blessings by Thomas S. Monson

“What did you get for Christmas?” This is the universal question among children for days following that most celebrated holiday of the year. A small girl might reply, “I received a doll, a new dress, and a fun game.” A boy might respond, “I received a pocketknife, a train, and a truck with lights.” Newly acquired possessions are displayed and admired as Christmas day dawns, then departs.

The gifts so acquired are fleeting. Dolls break, dresses wear out, and fun games become boring. Pocketknives are lost, trains do nothing but go in circles, and trucks are abandoned when the batteries that power them dim and die.

If we change but one word in our Christmas question, the outcome is vastly different. “What did you give for Christmas?” prompts stimulating thought and causes tender feelings to well up and memory’s fires to glow ever brighter.

Giving, not getting, brings to full bloom the Christmas spirit. Enemies are forgiven, friends remembered, and God obeyed. The spirit of Christmas illuminates the picture window of the soul, and we look out upon the world’s busy life and become more interested in people than things. To catch the real meaning of the spirit of Christmas, we need only drop the last syllable and it becomes the Spirit of Christ.

What can I give Him,
Poor as I am?
If I were a shepherd
I would bring a lamb.
If I were a Wise Man
I would do my part,
Yet what can I give Him?
Give my heart.

(Christina Georgina Rossetti)

One ever remembers that Christmas day when giving replaced getting. In my life, this took place in my tenth year. As Christmas approached, I yearned as only a boy can yearn for an electric train. My desire was not to receive the economical and everywhere-to-be-found windup model train; rather, I wanted one that operated through the miracle of electricity. The times were those of economic depression; yet Mother and Dad, through some sacrifice I am sure, presented to me on Christmas morning a beautiful electric train.

For hours I operated the transformer, watching the engine first pull its cars forward, then push them backward around the track. Mother entered the living room and said to me that she had purchased a windup train for Mrs. Hansen’s son, Mark, who lived down the lane. I asked if I could see the train. The engine was short and blocky, not long and sleek like the expensive model I had received. However, I did take notice of an oil tanker car that was part of his inexpensive set. My train had no such car, and pangs of envy began to be felt. I put up such a fuss that Mother succumbed to my pleadings and handed me the oil tanker car. She said, “If you need it more than Mark, you take it.” I put it with my train set and felt pleased with the result.

Mother and I took the remaining cars and the engine down to Mark Hansen. The young boy was a year or two older than I. He had never anticipated such a gift and was thrilled beyond words. He wound the key in his engine, it not being electric like mine, and was overjoyed as the engine and two cars, plus a caboose, went around the track.

Then Mother wisely asked, “What do you think of Mark’s train, Tommy?”

I felt a keen sense of guilt and became very much aware of my selfishness. I said to Mother, “Wait just a moment. I’ll be right back.”

As swiftly as my legs could carry me, I ran home, picked up the oil tanker car plus an additional car from my train set, and ran back down the lane to the Hansen home, joyfully saying to Mark, “We forgot to bring two cars that belong to your train.” Mark coupled the two extra cars to his set. I watched the engine make its labored way around the track and felt supreme joy, difficult to describe and impossible to forget. The spirit of Christmas had filled my very soul.

That experience made it somewhat easier for me to make a difficult decision just one year later. Again Christmastime had come. We were preparing for the oven a gigantic turkey and anticipating the savory feast that awaited. A neighborhood pal of mine asked a startling question: “What does turkey taste like?”

I responded, “Oh, about like chicken tastes.”

Again a question: “What does chicken taste like?”

It was then that I realized my friend had never eaten chicken or turkey. I asked what his family was going to have for Christmas dinner. There was no prompt response, just a downcast glance and the comment, “I dunno. There’s nothing in the house.”

I pondered a solution. There was none. I had no turkeys, no chickens, no money. Then I remembered I did have two pet rabbits. Immediately I took them to my friend and handed the box to him with the comment, “Here, take these two rabbits. They’re good to eat—just like chicken.”

He took the box, climbed the fence, and headed for home—a Christmas dinner safely assured. Tears came easily to me as I closed the door to the empty rabbit hutch. But I was not sad. A warmth, a feeling of indescribable joy, filled my heart. It was a memorable Christmas.

I recall a young man who, as a boy of thirteen, led his quorum of deacons in a successful search for the Christmas spirit. He and his companions lived in a neighborhood in which many elderly widows of limited means resided. All the year long, the boys had saved and planned for a glorious Christmas party. They were thinking of themselves, until the Christmas spirit prompted them to think of others. Frank, as their leader, suggested to his companions that the funds they had saved so carefully be used not for the planned party, but rather for the benefit of three elderly widows who resided together.

The boys made their plans. As their bishop, I needed but to follow. With the enthusiasm of a new adventure, the boys purchased a giant roasting chicken, the potatoes, the vegetables, the cranberries, and all that comprises the traditional Christmas feast. To the widows’ home they went, carrying their gifts of treasure. Through the snow and up the path to the tumbledown porch they came. A knock at the door, the sound of slow footsteps, and then they met.

In the unmelodic voices characteristic of thirteen-year-olds, the boys sang: “Silent night! Holy night! All is calm, all is bright.” They then presented their gifts. Angels on that glorious night of long ago sang no more beautifully, nor did Wise Men present gifts of greater meaning. I gazed at the faces of those wonderful women and thought to myself, “Somebody’s mother.” I then looked on the countenances of those noble boys and reflected, “Somebody’s son.” There then passed through my mind the words of the immortal poem by Mary Dow Brine:

The woman was old and ragged and gray
And bent with the chill of the Winter’s day.
The street was wet with a recent snow,
And the woman’s feet were aged and slow.
She stood at the crossing and waited long,
Alone, uncared for, amid the throng
Of human beings who passed her by,
Nor heeded the glance of her anxious eye.
Down the street, with laughter and shout,
Glad in the freedom of “school let out,”
Came the boys like a flock of sheep,
Hailing the snow piled white and deep.
…[One] paused beside her and whispered low,
“I’ll help you cross, if you wish to go.” …
“She’s somebody’s mother, boys, you know,
For all she’s aged and poor and slow.
And I hope some fellow will lend a hand
To help my mother, you understand,
If ever she’s poor and old and gray,
When her own dear boy is far away.”
And “somebody’s mother” bowed low her head
In her home that night, and the prayer she said
Was, “God be kind to the noble boy,
Who is somebody’s son, and pride and joy!”

(“Somebody’s Mother”)

Not one of those boys ever forgot that precious pilgrimage. Christmas gifts had become Christmas blessings.

Times change, years speed by; but Christmas continues sacred. It is through giving, rather than getting, that the spirit of Christ enters our lives. God still speaks. He prompts. He guides. He blesses. He gives.

Many years ago, President Harold B. Lee recounted to me an experience of a President Ballantyne who grew up in Star Valley, Wyoming. This is harsh country. The summers are short and fleeting, while the winters linger and chill. President Ballantyne told of a special Christmas season from his boyhood days. He said:

“Father had a large family; and sometimes after we had our harvest, there was not much left after expenses were paid. So Father would have to go away and hire out to some of the big ranchers for maybe a dollar a day. He earned little more than enough to take care of himself, with very little to send home to Mother and the children. Things began to get pretty skimpy for us.

“We had our family prayers around the table; and it was on one such night when Father was gone that we gathered and Mother poured out of a pitcher, into the glass of each one, milk divided among the children—but none for herself. And I, sensing that the milk in the pitcher was all that we had, pushed mine over to Mother and said, ‘Here, Mother. You drink mine.’

“‘No, Mother is not hungry tonight.’

“It worried me. We drank our milk and went to bed, but I could not sleep. I got up and tiptoed down the stairs, and there was Mother, in the middle of the floor, kneeling in prayer. She did not hear me as I came down in my bare feet, and I dropped to my knees and heard her say, ‘Heavenly Father, there is no food in our house. Please, Father, touch the heart of somebody so that my children will not be hungry in the morning.’

“When she finished her prayer, she looked around and saw that I had heard; and she said to me, somewhat embarrassed, ‘Now, you run along, son. Everything will be all right.’

“I went to bed, assured by Mother’s faith. The next morning, I was awakened by the sounds of pots and pans in the kitchen and the aroma of cooking food. I went down to the kitchen, and I said, ‘Mother, I thought you said there was no food.’

“All she said to me was, ‘Well, my boy, didn’t you think the Lord would answer my prayer?’ I received no further explanation than that.

“Years passed, and I went away to college. I got married, and I returned to see the old folks. Bishop Gardner, now reaching up to a ripe age, said to me, ‘My son, let me tell you of a Christmas experience that I had with your family. I had finished my chores, and we had had supper. I was sitting by the fireplace reading the newspaper. Suddenly, I heard a voice that said, “Sister Ballantyne doesn’t have any food in her house.”

I thought it was my wife speaking and said, “What did you say, Mother?” She came in wiping her hands on her apron and said, “Did you call me, Father?”

“No, I didn’t say anything to you, but I heard a voice which spoke to me.”

“What did it say?” she asked.

“It said that Sister Ballantyne didn’t have any food in her house.”

“Well, then,” said Mother, “you had better put on your shoes and your coat and take some food to Sister Ballantyne.” In the dark of that winter’s night, I harnessed the team and placed in the wagon bed a sack of flour, a quarter section of beef, some bottled fruit, and loaves of newly baked bread. The weather was cold, but a warm glow filled my soul as your mother welcomed me and I presented her with the food. God had heard a mother’s prayer.’”

Heavenly Father is ever mindful of those who need, who seek, who trust, who pray, and who listen when He speaks. “For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life” (John 3:16). God’s gift becomes our blessing. May every heart open wide and welcome Him—Christmas day and always.

Thank you so very much, Tammy!

Heart's Desire Doily-ed Jars - "Dress up your storage jars by adding simple lace doilies, perfect for both food gifts and craft organizing."

Gingerbread Tree Ornaments - "Crochet a sweet gingerbread family to hang on Continued... the tree with their gingerbread house. Heart trims proclaim their love! You may also use them as gift tie-ons or to make a sweet banner."

Holly Trim Table Runner - "Trim a crocheted table runner with holly leaves and berries to display for the holidays. This heartwarming touch is the perfect way to set the stage for festive meals or just sitting around the table with family and friends."


     From Me ('65) of NC - 12/09/15 - "Christmas Molasses Pudding":


From - 12/09/15:

Toward the end of a particularly trying round of golf, Jack was the picture of frustration. He’d hit too many far shots.

Finally he blurted out to his caddie, “I’d move heaven and earth to break a hundred on this course.”

“Try heaven,” replied the caddie. “You’ve already moved most of the earth.”

1. Wednesday, January 13, 2016 - 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.

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

                          Love to all, Carol





Carol Buckley Harty
7020 Lure Court
Fayetteville, NC 28311-9309


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As with Gladness Men of Old

Words by William C. Dix (14 June 1837 - 09 Sept 1898), 1860

Music by Konrad Kocher (16 Dec 1786 - 12 Mar 1872), Stimmen aus dem Reiche Gottes, 1838

As with gladness, men of old
Did the guiding star behold
As with joy they hailed its light
Leading onward, beaming bright
So, most glorious Lord, may we
Evermore be led to Thee.

As with joyful steps they sped
To that lowly manger bed
There to bend the knee before
Him Whom heaven and earth adore;
So may we with willing feet
Ever seek Thy mercy seat.

As they offered gifts most rare
At that manger rude and bare;
So may we with holy joy,
Pure and free from sin's alloy,
All our costliest treasures bring,
Christ, to Thee, our heavenly King.

Holy Jesus, every day
Keep us in the narrow way;
And, when earthly things are past,
Bring our ransomed souls at last
Where they need no star to guide,
Where no clouds Thy glory hide.

"As With Gladness, Men of Old" midi courtesy of - 12/01/06

"As With Gladness, Men of Old" lyrics courtesy of - 12/02/06

Image of Michelangelo Merisi da Caravaggio's (29 Sept 1571 – 18 July 1610) 1609 Painting, "Nativity with St. Francis and St. Lawrence" courtesy
of - 12/23/10

Animated Christmas Star Divider Line clip art courtesy of - 12/04/05

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

Air Force Seal clip art courtesy of - 07/07/06

Hampton High School's Crab clip art courtesy of - 10/02/05
Replaced courtesy of - 02/17/09

Coast Guard Seal clip art courtesy of - 10/03/07

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

Animated Rolling on the Floor Laughing Smiley clip art courtesy of Jerry ('65) and Judy Phillips ('66) Allen of VA - 08/13/10
Thanks, Sweetie-Pies!

Animated Wildly Laughing Dog courtesy of Eva Ellis Madagan ('61) of FL - 11/24/07
Thanks, Eva!

Animated Laughing Kitten courtesy of Joyce Lawrence Cahoon ('65) of VA - 07/29/08
Thanks, Joyce!

Animated Ringing Christmas Bell clip art (designed by Art Holden) courtesy of - 12/08/05

Animated BOO-HOO courtesy of Glenn Dye ('60) of TX - 08/28/09
Thanks, Glenn!

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