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

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Class Call of 1922 We, the Senior Class of ’22 of Fairfax Hall, being of a more or less sound mind and good judgment, do hereby make, publish, and declare this our last will and testament. First: To the Faculty, we leave our deepest appreciation of their efforts to help us in our search for knowledge. Seconp: To our Sponsor, Miss Maxwell, we do bequeath our sincerest re- gards and love. Turrp: To the Juniors, we hereby will our one and only Senior privilege. And to the Sister Sophomores, we leave our brains and bluffing ability. Fourtu: To dear old Fairfax we leave our memories and fondest wishes for the future. IN DLVID UAE 3ud McKenney wills her position as president of Senior Class to whatever girl that honor may be bestowed upon next year, and her quiet disposition to Mae Maxwell. - Jeannette Beall leaves her position in the orchestra to Billie McKeown, and her candy shop to Esther Jane. Ruth Weber wills her debating abilities to Reba George, and her studious habits to Rosalie Echols. 3etty Ross bequeaths her interest in the navy to Jean Kenney, and her worldly wisdom to “Bunny” Sullivan. “Doc” Chittenden wills her ability to “tickle the ivories” to Nathalie Roth- well, and her success with the opposite sex to Mildred Bunting. Gladys Knox wills her capability as Editor-in-Chief to next year’s editor, and her cheerfulness to all down-hearted Freshmen. Pauline Earl wills her “crush”? on Mary Clarke to “Cla” Farrell, and her frivolity to Annie Revercomb. Aline Berry wills her fur coat to Louise Potts, and her curly hair to Mary t¥chols. George Lyon bequeaths her collection of ear-rings to Coreine Tincher, and her coiffure to “Gwen” Maust. “Bobby” Suddarth wills her eye-lashes to “Vi” Gay, and her Mascara to “Fluff” Fitzgerald. “Va” Hilton leaves her athletic ability to “Happy” Gaillard, and her artistic talent to Betty Lloyd. 3etty Horne wills her cape to Mary Clarke, and her Southern accent to Pearl Robarge. Mae Carter wills her surplus weight to “Pink Top” Wiygul, and her knowl- edge of Chemistry to Ruth Andrews. Kitty Mosby wills her home in Waynesboro to the girls who are interested in F. M. S., and her Ford to “Brat” Allen so she may go to A. M. A. Finals. “Sid” Tyler wills her ability as a “playwright” to next year’s Senior Class, and her dramatic talent to Louise Fawcett. —

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picture before. It is the President of the United States. and his blonde secretary, Ruth Weber. The mist again films the globe and again it parts. An artist’s studio, dimly lighted, great bare walls, an open fire, soft divans, handsome men and girls in batik frocks. And in the center of it all is Max Good.ue. the artist whose latest picture, “Venus at the Pump,” has excited so much comment. He is presenting to the world his model and fiancée. Heavens! Betty Ross, the school beauty. Again the globe is emptied. I see a school catalog, and, in large letters, “The VanRenseller Military Academy. Rudolf VanRenseller, Major.” Slowly the book opens; I start. The face on the frontispiece—Doc Chittenden! | glance at the bottom—‘Mrs. VanRenseller, the school sponsor.” So she has married a mili- tary man after all. Then a large gymnasium, palms, fluttering blue and white crepe paper, an orchestra jazzing madly, uniforms everywhere, and, sitting with an elderly man on one side, a sweet-faced chaperon, Bud McKenny. Again the scenes shift. This time it is a busy doctor’s office. Patients fill the room, mostly the male of the species. White-capped nurses come and go. [ look closer at one. Surely I know this dark-haired girl. It is Kathryn Mosby. The door of the inner office opens and the Doctor steps out. It is a woman, anda handsome one at that. I am not surprised when | find that it is George Lyon. What is next? Palm Beach! A long stretch of sandy shore dotted with vari- colored parasols and crowded with bathers. | stop. Who is this stylish stout lady under the vivid orange and black parasol? She certainly seems in her element as she sips lemonade and reads. “Bobby” Suddarth, without a doubt! Then Antwerp, Belgium. But why the mobs of people? It is the month of the Olympic Games. I am before a river. Now comes the signal for the swim- ming to begin. One contestant forges ahead. On, on she goes—gaining every second. She wins! The people shout madly. I strain to see the victor. It is Virginia Hilton, the Athlete of Fairfax. The mist again closes and clears. A dinner party is in progréss. The guests are in the brightest of moods. To a radiant and starry-eyed honor guest, who, adorable in the fluffiest of evening frocks, is seated in the center of the picture, a toast is being given. She turns—Aline Berry! Mobs of people are gathered around a platform where a woman in mannish clothes orates. She is holding that vast audience in the hol’ow of her hand. I look at a poster and see, “Jeannette Beall will speak on Woman’s Rights.” The globe was magic. I know of all my classmates now. Hoping to learn of my own future, I lean closer, straining to catch but a glimpse. I grow tense waiting—watching. My fingers slacken, Crash! My prize lies in atoms at my feet. Such is the working of that elusive thing called fate.

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Se eS eT] Alice Edman It seems a little hard to classify Alice. She really is a member of the faculty, for she assists in the music department the greater part of each day; she is a special pupil, and therefore a member of the Special Class; and she is our only music graduate. So we feel that she must have a page all to herself in this book, since no one else is exactly “in her class.” Alice is only with us through the day. We wish we might have her all the time, because she is one of the sweetest and most capable of our girls. She's right there with the music ability too. If in doubt on this point ask Miss Raymond, or listen to some of Alice’s pupils play the piano. ALICE—HERE’S TO YOU! Attractive is your “middle name,” We feel that soon you'll rise to fame; You're good as gold, and true as blue— All these and more, Alice, aré you.