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

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VIRGINIA BEATRICE RAINFORD Academic Senor TREASURER OF ATHLETIC ASSOCIA- TION, VARSITY BASKETBALL ‘TEAM, DRAMATIC CLUB. “She works by charms, by spells, by the figure, and such daubery as thas 4s. She works well evidently, consid- ering the number of rings she wears, but we must also remember the splen- did way in which she works in our class and tea room. ROSA MAE WHITEHEAD Academic Senior DraAMATIc CLuB, GLEE CLuB. “The honour of a maid is her name.” “A good hearts worth gold.” Rosa Mae is always so cheerful, helpful, and kind we don’t know what we would do without her. A future “little home-maker ?” Well, you should just taste her cake! zak Ds qi . op ee aie : ij i¥ ar Se i rT) oe my ie : ha af ' 4 how eee

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BARBARA JEANETTE ARMSTRONG Academic Senior Joke Epiror oF ANNUAL, VARSITY BASKETBALL TEAM, ATHLETIC ASSO- CIATION, DRAMATIC CLUB, GLEE CLUB, ORCHESTRA. “Go thou forth, And fortune play upon thy prosper- ous helm.’ Our Babs is such a versatile per- son, we are not quite sure what the helm. will be, but we are sure that it will be a prosperous one, whatever it may be, for Babs is capable of anything from giving saxophone les- sons to taking the helm of a Ship of State. MURIEL ELEANORE HORNER Academic Senior PRESIDENT OF ATHLETIC ASSOCIA- TION, VARSITY BASKETBALL TEAM, GLEE CLuB, DRAMATIC CLUB, DEBAT- ING CLUB, OBCHESTRA. “T would have had been invincible saults of affection.” thought her spirit against all as- Besides being our school shiek and hero for our plays, Mur is a good sport and a peppy member of our know what we class. We don’t would do without her.

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“We know what we are, but know not what we may be.” BA ICTURE, if you can, a pier in New York, at which a huge ocean liner has just doeked. The crowds on the pier madly wave their hats and flags as they watch the passengers disembark. Down the gangplank, walking slowly and clutching the rails for sup- port, comes a crowd of white-faced people, wearing green veils and pained looks, which belie the noble sentiments of a band playing “How swell it is when the billows swell.” In fact, the only thing the tour- ists consider swell is when they end their journey across the rolling sea and set foot once more on their native land, for as Shakespeare says, “All swell that end swell.” Standing on good old terra firma again, the tourists breathe sighs of some size and gaily greet their friends. For they have just returned from Europe. Via one of Cook’s Tours. (Though why they are called Cooks tours, I can’t imagine, as after the first hour at sea, there is certainly no need for cooks!) Suddenly the people on the pier wildly cheer, for who should step off the steamer but the Prince of Wales, mopping his eyes with a red bandanna handker- chief. Ah, the Prince of Wales—-wails, wails, and wails for “them good ole bach- elor days,” as he follows his wife meekly down the gang-plank. Ah, yes, the catch of the season is caught at last! A fair fisherwoman who fished for poor fishes at a certain school named Fishburne used her same line successfully and caught—not a little fish—but the Prince of Whales!!! And this successful angler is none other than Jinny Rainford. He might be in worse hands. She treats him pretty well— considering. As they pass off the pier she whispers to the people, “Please don’t anyone give a horse-laugh. It makes him so nervous, doesn’t it, Lambie?” (Lambie is short for Edward Albert Christian George Andrew Patrick David Windsor!) “Hurrah for Professor Kehoe!” shouts the crowd as a buxom damsel appears on the deck. She is head of a Physical Education school, whose specialty is teach- ing mermaids to do the Charleston. Professor Kehoe bows to the crowd and proceeds to demonstrate her great athletic ability by lightly running up the rigging,