Fairfax Hall High School - Chain and Anchors Yearbook (Waynesboro, VA)

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1920 SBS BWCBBCB Fair Facts BRBRBPBeVsspswessges 1921 Lastly, to Mary Mustard, I leave my love for powdering. I, Daisy Morgan, having just washed my hair and consequently feeling in rather an unsteady frame of mind, first will my ability to tease, to Miss Maxwell. My bath robe I leave to Margaret Challiner, who is often demerited for lack of this necessary article of wearing apparel. I gladly give a place in the infirmary to Mother Ferguson for odd cases such as mine was, the absence of my voice. To the coming student body I leave my library of movie magazines, which I hope will bring great pleasure to them. I will my love for washing hairpins to Vivian Lastinger, who will always be gratified when she puts the once short locks on top of her head and steps into grown-up-ness. Since, I, Emmy Portmann, have decided to act sedately for a few moments, I am resolved to make a last will and testament, while in said state of mind. To Miss Batchelder goes my convenient third-floor room. To Georgia Lyon and Jeanette Beall my Virgil book. To Hattie Jeffries I will my broad mouth, since she has such a small one. To Florence Scofield, the lover of gay colors, I will my red gingham dress, hoping that she will feel as Joud in it as I do. since I, Alice Voke, am afraid that dieting will kill me unexpectedly, I deem it wise to make a last will and testament. To my partner in crime, Elizabeth Gibson, I will my mouse traps, hoping that she will be able to carry on the mouse business successfully without my aid. My Geontetry book I leave to the coming class, hoping that they will not find it as unfathomable as I have in the past eight months. My nickname of “Brat” I will to Miss Bachtelder, hoping that she will find someone next year whom it will fit better than it does me. The various broken slats in my bed I bequeath to “Uncle Dean” for kindling, so he may keep the newcomers in warmth and happiness during the next winter season. I, Helen Schoene, feeling as if I were in a declining state of health, deem it wise to make my last will and testament.

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1920 REBVBRBBCEBEEG aie Facts SSsewees 1921 Last Will and Testament of Senior Class JO HART ATTORNEY AND COUNSELLOR AT LAW WuenrEAs this joyous, yet tearful, day has come when we can toss aside our thumb-worn books and stepping forth from our protecting boarding-school walls follow at will the beckoning finger of life and adventure, be it, therefore, Resolved, That we, the graduating class of 1921 of Fairfax Hall, flattering ourselves on being of sane and thoughtful minds, have thought proper to make our last will and testament, separating us from all our misfortunes and responsi- bilities, bestowing same upon our successors, that is to say: We, the Class of 1921, do give, devise and dispose of all our property, except that which we consider necessary for our own use and happiness, in the following manner: We give to the Junior Class all our Senior privileges, which we had so hoped to get ; our responsibilities, which we feel sure will bow down each of them, even the most frivolus ones. To one-half of the Freshmen we can think of nothing dearer to our hearts to leave than our brilliant records in athletics and classes, hoping that they will not be jealous when we leave to the other half our unfailing success in giggling and chattering like 5-year-olds in chapel. For the entire student body and long-suffering faculty, we have nothing of value to leave, but we can only plead that they deem it fit to erect a monument to our precious memory. The following girls can keep quiet no longer—let them speak: I, Frances Fagan, do hereby will and bequeath my seat in chapel to Miss Raymond, since she seems to have such an unusually hard time finding one. To Georgia Lyons I leave my bottle of peroxide, hoping that she may find it 5D 7 y 5D » as successful as I have. After much thought, I have decided to will my single room to the long-suf- fering Elizabeth Gibson,

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1920 REBRBBRCBE Fair Facts VseeVsswweVssssess 1921 First, to Mildred Primm I leave my love for F. M. S., hoping that some day she may get to Waynesboro to see them. To Frenchy Gelofian goes my art in aesthetic dancing. Since I am willing everything of value, I bequeath my fiery temper to the Dramatic Art Club to use in future tragedies. I, Jo Hart, being as usual in a fiery red-headed state of mind, and fearing that I will burn up some day, hereby make a will. My invaluable pessimism | leave to the general public. My red hair to Margaret Grove, hoping that she may be happy in acquiring same. My love for borrowing other people’s clothes I leave to Fran Richards, since she too can wear only the colors that I can. To Georgia Lyon I will my love for college dances, for I fear she is capable of making good use of them. To Elizabeth Gibson I leave my patience, my sweet disposition, my soft voice, my love for talking after light bell, and my adoration for snoring, knowing that without these things, she would feel lonely in the years to come. To Eleanor Le Fever I will my beloved “Red,” whom she will find in Durham, North Carolina. To Mary Mustard I will my ex-fiancée, since she has a greater love for the simple, quiet life than I’ll ever posséss. THE SENIOR Ciass OF 1921. [Seal] Witnesses: JouHN Nosre MAXwELt. KATHERINE C. BATCHELDER.