Foxy Miller helped coach wrestling. He was a good coach, but every time I lifted him off the mat he would get excited and tell me to let him down. In physical education, the first time we went outside in the spring, just as I stepped out the door, Foxy said, "Ronnie Myers, get up here and lead these calisthenics." I did and it was a far cry from when Gauss was the physical education teacher.
When Paul Cook and I would not get tired, for punishment, Gauss would tell us to start running around the gym. When we still didn't get tired, he got angry and gave us Fs on our report cards. The only way I passed gym was because when a person made a varsity sport they didn't have to go to gym class, and they received an A on their report card.
Foxy put an end to that crap. Sometimes he would drive Paul and me home from wrestling practice. He had a 1957 Ford that had so many rust holes in it a person could just about walk through them. A lot of good times. Cheers!
Ron Myers, HHS Class of 1965
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