Thank you for maintaining the Mr. Georges website which I just discovered as a link from the Class of 1963's web page. In
viewing the content of your site I am overwhelmed thinking of how this one man impacted the lives of his students.
Mr. Georges was the reason I became a high school English teacher. I still have the notes I took in his Senior English
class 45 years ago - notes that helped me through college and became the foundation of my own English classes. Looking at
your web page I realize I was emulating Mr. Georges when I taught - same plays, same memorization sections of Shakespearean
quotes, daily vocabulary quizzes, and an insistence upon the relevance of grammar. Most importantly, Mr. Georges instilled
in me that Shakespeare and other classical literature should be shared, read aloud, put in context, and applied to our own
lives. It should live in us.
Somehow, Mr. Georges brought out the best in each of his students. He guided us with gentle grace and humor and inspired
us to try to impress him. I know that wasn't his goal - that we impress him - but it was the reason I worked so hard on every
essay and filled those blue test books cover to cover. I remember his comment on my first 'blue book' test: "Say more
with fewer words." The ultimate compliment: no marks on the paper and a short "You've got it!"
Because of Mr. Georges I did "get it." Like so many other of his students, when I took college placement tests
my scores qualified me for "honors" classes. Beyond college, I credit Mr. Georges with every success I have had
that has involved writing or analyzing writing. The Class of 1963 knew Mr. Georges was an unusually gifted teacher and we
were blessed to sit in his classes - that was one reason he was nominated for, and received, the San Diego County Teacher
of the Week award in February of our Senior year. The award was a 'golden' apple and the opportunity to be interviewed on
television. The day of the award we all brought real apples to put on his desk... of course we encouraged others to do the
same, making a mountain of apples spilling off his desk by the end of the day.
I was deeply saddened to realize Mr. Georges is gone. My memory holds him frozen in time, mesmerizing the class with
his depth of knowledge and ability to share it. Mr. Georges continues to live on in the minds of those he taught - guiding
us to deeper understandings and the truth.
Lois Rebecca (Foreman) Midles
Class of 1963
I graduated from Escondido High in 1967 during the height of the Viet Nam conflict. I had lived by myself while working my
way through four years of high school. Work for money had a priority over school work for me, and I was not that great of
a student. In fact, I don't think I ever turned in a homework assignment all four years that I was at EHS.
When it came time to graduate, I had a minimum number of units if I passed all of my classes. There was a problem with
that, because I had failed Third Quarter English, and had bombed my English final which was supposed to be a big portion of
the Fourth Quarter grade. My teacher, of course, was Mr. Georges. He knew me a little bit better than the average student
as he had given me a ride "home" several times after wrestling practice. His son was on the wrestling team and might
remember the many car rides that his father gave me. I believe that Mr. Georges knew that I was living by myself, but never
said a word.
Back then we had to carry our report cards from class to class to have the teachers mark them. We would turn them in at
the beginning of class and the class teacher would enter the grade and return them to us as we left the room to go to the
Well, I turned in my report card to Mr. Georges who was sitting at his desk. He had a serious and somber look on his face
when he looked up and saw me. I mentioned to him that I was graduating on a bare minimum number of credits. I had already
signed up for active duty in the Navy and needed the credits from his class in order to to graduate. No graduation, meant
no Navy and no boot-camp in a few weeks. He took the report card and didn't say a word. I was justifiably nervous and scared.
At the end of class those report cards were returned to us and we left the room to progress down the halls to our next
grade posting. I slowly looked at my card. There it was! "F" for Third Quarter. "F" for Fourth Quarter.
Mr. Georges was fair. Those were the grades that I had earned. But there for the Semester Grade (and five units towards
graduation) was a "D" minus for Semester Average. I graduated! Only an ex-Marine could average an "F"
and another "F" into a "D" minus when there was substantial need.
Mr. Georges was strict. He was demanding, but he also had a heart of gold. I speak about him often. He made a very strong
impression in my life.
The Author, Joe Neubarth, Class of 1967
(Editor's Note: Mr. Neubarth has sent a "post script" to his essay we would also like to include.)
Not only did (Mr. Georges) have a kind heart, but his efforts were productive. I entered the Navy and took a battery of
tests. From those results they decided that I was intelligent and offered me the opportunity to go through Nuclear Power School
to become an operator. I did that, gained some self assurance and started college after my tour was up. I maintained a very
respectable grade point average through college and went back into the Navy as a nuclear weapons officer for a few years and
then went to work for Pacific Bell as a data communications manager. I retired at age fifty four in January 2001.
Thanks to Mr. Georges, I got my life straight.
Joe Neubarth, Class of 1967