I started my first year at Central in the fall of 1955 and at that time Ridge Drugs was still in operation there. I can remember this pretty well as I was a manager for the football team that year. A few games into the season while playing Portland we lost Charlie Cantrell to a career ending knee injury. I was assigned to the equipment room next to the gym, and while the team and coaches were at Frawley Field practicing I stayed back at school and did various things. After Charlie got hurt he would stay around, mostly in coach Farmers office. On most days when nobody was around except me, Charlie and maybe another guy or two, Charlie would say, “Little Richey run down to the drug store and get me a nickel cigar” which I promptly did. Charlie would sit at Farmers desk with his moccasin clad feet on the desk and enjoy his cigar, that is when he wasn’t hanging out the window giving the McCallie players practicing below and across the street from us pure hell.
The following summer (1956) the drug store had closed and I met Bill Hay for the first time as me, Eddy McGhee, Butch Gross, Doc Weller and a few more of the neighborhood boys were on the way up to McCallie’s baseball field to play some barnball and Bill was there getting Bills Varsity ready to open. Bill was driving a 56 chevy at the time and stopped working long enough to talk to us and tell what he was putting in the old drug store. He was open in a few day’s and that became a regular hangout for us well before school started back in the fall of 56. Bills Varsity stayed in the old drug store building until the county bought the remainder of the block in 1960 and started tearing down all of the houses, Westminister Presbyterian Church, and then the Varsity which was in a duplex building with W.H. Gerens Hardware Store located in the North side of the building.
Bill moved across the street next door to Scholtz’s Grocery Store where there had been an older fellow there who worked on tools, saw sharpening and such. I think that this happened during the summer of 1960 as I know that Central didn’t play any baseball games on their new field until the 1961 season. Bill had bought a new chevy in 59 and another in 62 after me and Byron Strickland had bought ours, mine being black, Byron’s red and Bill got a light blue metallic. In about June of 62 I had ordered a 63 Impala Super Sport from Newtons Chevrolet, and early September I was at Newtons checking on delivery date for my new Chevy when the first Sting Ray arrived on a truck along with several other cars. Of course everyone went out to look at the new Vette, awesome I thought, but I also knew it wasn’t practical for dating. I called Bill from Jim Smalls (salesman) office and began telling him all about what it looked like and so on, it was silver with black interior and totally different from earlier Corvettes and they were calling it a Stingray, boy was it something. Bill asked me if I thought he should buy it, and when I answered absolutely, Bill told me to put Jim back on the phone. The end of this story is that Bill bought that Stingray on my word sight unseen.
I’m not sure exactly when he closed the Varsity but sometime in 1964 I loaned Bill some money to help him get The Coat of Arms up and running. He told me soon after opening that he could pay me back anytime, but I waited until later when I was ready to buy my wife to be an engagement ring. The Coat of Arms was still operating until sometime after my twins were born in December 1967 and I’m not sure when he finally closed it. Bill and I stayed friends while he later worked at Leonard’s for several years and then he opened a hamburger place in East Ridge called Bills Place. It was while there during the 80s that he developed Alzheimer’s and had to give up working, eventually the end came when he was still what I now call a young age.
Robert,
I enjoyed your story on the history of the Varsity. Bill was a good guy to all of us during our time at Central. He used to reach into his cash register and scoop up a handful of coins and toss them into the crowd. He got a laugh at our expense as we picked up all the money and proptly put into his Juke Box!
Marshall Harris
Class of ’62