Andrew Lewis High School - Pioneer Yearbook (Salem, VA)

 - Class of 1939

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102— Sit, sat, sat; set, set, set; lie, lay, lain; lay, laid, laid; lie, lied, lied; love, loved, loved; am loving, are loving, will be loving; to be about to be loved. (You’d better listen! I already know this! I’m not trying to teach myself!) (Gesticulations.) 103— And smale foules maken melodie. That slepen alle night with open eye. Something is rotten in the State of Denmark. The time is out of joint. Sweets to the sweet. Never shake thy gory locks at me. Shake off this downy sleep. (Don’t use an apostrophe in the pronoun its.) 104— Caesar had the Gaul to invade Britain. After all these years of strenuous civilizing processes we seem very little ahead of the stage in which J. C. found our forbears. 105, 206, 204, 203—If A passes by working all the time, and B, by working only half the time, how does C “get by” without working at all? Answer: Horse sense. (I could teach you mathematics, if you knew how to read.) Office —Don’t worry about it. Count it as a part of the day’s work. Everything deserves just so much time. 212— An apple a day keeps the doctor away. Glee Club —O, say can you see- I’m Salem born and Salem bred — Here Comes the br-Blue Team— There’s a Little Dutch Alill on a Little Dutch Hill—Where one night after the quilting party, On the Bonny, Bonny Banks of Loch Lomond I was seeing the Only Star in my Blue Heaven—But my Heart Belongs to Daddy. It Makes no Difference Now. 106—Where are the Whitlocks? 213— The sum of all the tasks and activities which are striving to turn a pupil in one direction is equal to the sum of all the outside interests tending to turn him in the opposite direction. (Therefore flaming youth prefers the primrose path.) no—Noah Webster wasn’t even a third cousin to Daniel. 211—Tell that idiot to stop blowing that horn. 306—Who is the biggest bluffer since Napoleon Bonaparte? 102—John Doe has not yet taught this school teacher to balance her budget. 210—A man who lived in Illinois was standing in Indiana. He was shot by a man standing in Ohio. In which state will the case be tried, and who will pay the lawyers’ fees? Is it larceny to steal a cat? 303—And what he thought was H 2 0 was H2SO4. Band —Toot! Toot! Toot! Bang! Bang! Bang! Squawk! Squawk! (Who hit that sour note!?!) O, What a nut I am! ) Gee, What a gump I am! j Tune, America Ah, What a boob! J (Interruption No. 99)—A youthful sheik returns with his library pass, signed A. M. B. and E. B. B. It reads thus: “J. B. has lost all library privileges. Don’t send him to the library again for sixty days. He thinks this is a trysting place.” The third hour ends. A caesural pause breaks the accentual rhythm. It is lunch hour. (Only thirty minutes, though.) Doors open as if by magic. A mad and hungry mob besieges the corridors. Coxey’s Army, the Ride of the Valkyries, and the Storming of the Bastille are minor matters compared with this melee. To Cafeteria, to Rhythm Club, and to the inviting open spaces the problem of appetites and weekly allowances are taken for quick solution. Now appetite gives place to romance—and to romping. Even a much-traveled person finds it difficult to decide whether he is in the Wall Street Stock Exchange, in Frank Norris’ Pit, or on the Boardwalk at Atlantic City. Three blasts of the bell announce time for one more hour of work. Then come home-room, assembly, club meetings, guest speakers; amateur actors making a wild scramble for costumes, stage equipment, cues, and composure. After thirty minutes of histrionic, terpsichorean, and oratorical effusions, the safety valve of assembly has released sufficient energy to make the last hour of school safe for democracy. Following several furious blasts of a very positive bell, we resume our pebble-throwing until three-thirty arrives. The bilious buses return. Doors fly open. The caged birds again begin to migrate. I return home. From my room I see once more the neighbor’s grassy lawn and the distant mountain. I ponder over life’s futilities, wondering if today I have picked up the right pebbles. Madame Conscience speaks a word or two about Air. Browning—his opinion of a man’s reach and his grasp. “Youth presses forward,” she says. “Let youth solve some of its own problems. Call it a day. Ah, why should life all labor be? In eight more hours you must be on the whirligig again.” Carrie Martin Pedigo

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A Typical School Day I turn on my pillow, dazed and puzzled, fumbling for the cord which I jerk to light my room. No light is needed. Through the window a dim, flickering street lamp reveals the neighbor’s lawn, a tall brushy hedge, and a scraggly mulberry tree. In the distance I can see a mountain peak, innumerable roofs, and a few stars in an inspiring bit of clear and peaceful sky. There are no cars, no buses, no crow¬ ing cocks, no shrieking sirens. Ah! This is rest! I breathe anew the cool, sweet air of Salem the Beloved. I love to live! I greet the coming day. There goes that ninety-eight-cent alarm clock! I wound it last night and set the hand at six. Now it unwinds into my ear the oft repeated tale: “It’s two hours till school time. You must dress—dress care¬ fully. Teachers always should be well-groomed.” Which hose look best with the old blue dress? Gray ones. Oh, there’s a run! I must have needle, thread, spectacles. A letter is due the homefolks. I should send a check to pay that bill today. Here are fifteen different blanks to fill, one hundred and fifty names to copy, ninety-nine test papers to grade. I’m neglecting my friends. The church needs my support. Incidentally, I need a bite of breakfast. (A hungry teacher can’t dole out mental victuals to youths who are hungering and thirsting for knowledge.) Now, while it’s quiet, I ought to complete that questionnaire sent in last week from the Planet Mars. Let me see! How old am 1 ? How long have I taught? Am I white—or green? Figures and words get mixed at school when one teacher has sixteen varieties of interruption to every square inch of desk space. I must be sure to call Mrs. Brown. She desires my poised and gracious presence at a tea tomorrow after¬ noon. I promised to appear on the program at the Anti-Worry Club this evening! My committee meets here Friday! O, the dust on that table! This is the day I planned to have my hair done! I take a sip of coffee and a piece of toast, then make a conscious and not unpleasant effort to chew, digest, absorb, and assimilate all the life-giving, brain-boosting vitamins contained in one soft-boiled egg. There’s a dash of butter, a smear of jelly, and one more piece of toast. There’s a stirrup-cup of coffee and my school day has begun. A neighbor, who is more than kind to do so, stops her car at my curb and hurries me to school. The air is crisp and clear. The very mountains seem to enjoy it. A whole caravan of buses (biliously yellow in complexion) are being emptied of their precious car¬ goes. Long files of pedestrians, as numerous as migratory birds, fill the spaces before me. There are bare heads, bare knees; few books, many books, no books; sweaters, gypsy scarfs, every color of the rainbow; fantastic and faddish jewels; colored ribbons, permanent waves; bouncing balls, wise saws, light hearts, laughter. Across my mind flash such trite phrases as Mamma’s darlings, job-hunters, future generations, responsibility, cannon-fodder, democracy, opportunity, immortality of the soul. I pass into the open door of the best high school in Old Virginia. Couples to right of me, Couples by stairway walls, Couples to left of me, Couples ’gainst locker doors, Couples in front of me, Couples in window sills, Volley and thunder. Coo—to my wonder. A few unsophisticated mortals romp and play like natural boys. Some rare specimens of humanity are grouped in a deserted classroom preparing a lesson. (0, newsibus rarebus!) Groups swarm into the library. A few seem to be seekers after knowledge. (See Robert L. Ripley.) Several teachers dart through the corridors. They seem to be racing with the bells and Father Time. The principal interviews a carpenter, an electrician, the janitor, the secretary, three teachers, and an irate patron. He signs one hundred and fifty-seven excuses, sells ten books, makes change, writes a receipt, greets an agitated bus-driver, and fingerprints two prospective pugilists who have used the school bus as their temporary ring. (After these two have completed their education, they hope to appear in the Arena at Rome.) Nine o’clock comes. I dust my desk and set it in order, provide proper lighting and ventilation, check excuses, sign building passes, call rolls, make absentee lists, greet students and co-workers. (I preen a little on the sly, for the sake of my pupils’ eyesight.) Then I inquire about sick members, discuss the warring nations beyond the seas, supervise devotional exercises, and read the announcements from the office. By this time I am eminently qualified for all the odd jobs of a Handy Andy in a three-ring circus. As each teacher begins the strenuous task of throwing into the vast pool of ignorance the few pebbles he has gathered from the shore, the sound waves ripple and reverberate along the hallway. A medley of accents falls upon the ear like the most spasmodic of Wagnerian operas: ioi—“These are the times that try men’s souls—He snatched the lightning from the skies and— A stitch in time saves nine. A good book is the precious life-blood of—Once upon a midnight dreary— Build thee more stately mansions—(I can’t teach people who have no desire for knowledge!)

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Songs of the Moment BLUE AND WHITE Sing to the colors of nature dear; To them we’ll ever be true, In old Virginia with waters so clear, Salem, they brighten for you, Blue are the mountains that round you arise, silvery the moon of the night. Evening doth scatter the clouds in the skies, Mingling the blue and the white. (Chorus) Andrew Lewis with its blue and white, Where our hearts abound, in joys delight. Now and ever more, Honor and adore, The Blue and the White. VICTORY There is a high school in this State—in this State, And its football team will rate—yes, will rate, For the Blue Team of dear Andrew Lewis High will win that game today—or die. Andrew Lewis we adore you, Loyal Blue Team we are for you, And our colors Blue and White shall wave in victory. Fight, Fight, for Andrew Lewis High—Lewis High, Fight, fight, a touchdown is our cry—Is our cry, Oh Blue Team brave, put down the enemy, Victory! Victory! Victory! ALMA MATER Oh, Andrew Lewis, school adored, Our Alma Mater dear, Fond memories of Thee we’ll hold, Our hearts and minds to cheer, We’ll evermore Thy name adore, And honors to Thee bring, And now Thy sons and daughters, true, Loud praises to Thee sing. YIPPY—I —0 Andrew Lewis High, for you I’d die, For I love you dearly—And that’s no lie, You’re the best high school in Virginia State, And all the honors you will take, For the best of citizens you will make, Yippy-i-o—Andrew Lewis High. PALS Where are my pals of the Little Red School, Playmates like Jimmy and Jane, New pals may come and new pals may go, But memories of old ones remain. Let me go back to that quaint little shack, Where I learned the great golden rule—Let me wander once more, thru’ that Dreamland of yore, With my pals of the Little Red School. HAIL TEAM Hail! We toast our football team, Shout! till Andrew Lewis halls ring, Stand! and give a cheer again, Let every loyal student sing, Then fight and do the best you can, Fight for the dear old Blue Team, Fight and we will be victorious, For the high school of our hearts always. (Chorus) To the team, to the coach, To the students who cheer in their loyalty, To the life, to the staff, To the school we’ll remember always. Take me out to the ball game, Take me out with the crowd, Buy me some peanuts and cracker-jacks, I don’t care if I never get back And it’s root, root, root, for the home team, If they don’t win it’s a shame, So it’s one, two, three strikes you’re out at the old ball game. BLUE TEAM We will fight, fight, fight for the blue team, When the blue and white appears, We will pull like heck for the blue team, When they hear our mighty cheers—Rah! Rah! We will circle the end for the blue team, When they romp right down the field, Touchdown! Touchdown! Blue Team! Old Roanoke High will surely yield! SALEM HIGH SPIRIT Old Salem High may surely boast, Of a grand and glorious name, For Salem High is sure to win, All honor and highest fame, Hearts proudly loyal to thee, To cheer thee on thy way, So onward once more and show again, That we will win today. Rah! Rah! Rah! Cheer now for Salem High, Cheer for the spirit bred, No one can stop our men from smash¬ ing, crashing through that line of red, And we will fight, fight with all our might, And fight for the spirit true, Cheer now for Salem High, Cheer for the spirit true. SONS OF ANDREW LEWIS Sons of Andrew Lewis, Take the challenge to us, And march on to victory! Now we stand to praise you, Colors proudly raise you, And march on to victory! Onward, onward, straight against the foe, Forward, forward, see our banners go. Sons of Andrew Lewis, Take the challenge to us, And march on to victory!

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