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

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Senior Class Will N THIS, the nineteenth day of May, Anno Dommini, one thousand, nine hundred O and thirty-four, we, the Senior Class of Fairfax Hall, being of sound mind and body (for the benefit of those who may doubt it) do bequeath our under-estimat- ed qualities, numerous virtues, renowned accomplishments, and certain personal chattels to designated parties: To wit: ARTICLES! SECTION I—To Fairfax Hall, our beloved Alma Mater, we leave the poignant recollection of our ever smiling faces and scholastic enthusiasm. SecTION II—To Miss Vaughan, our Dean and Sponsor, we leave our deepest appreciation of her patience and understanding. Section IN—To the faculty and administration we leave a smile and a warm hand clasp in return for their stable guidance through our various difficulties. ARTICLE II (PERSONAL BEQUEATHS) SECTION I—I, Helen Branaman, leave my naturally Wavy hair to Betty Emery, SecTION II—I, Margaret Adelaide Rosalie Christine Braun, leave my naturally and permanently raised eyebrows to Betty Pattan, to save her the trouble. SecTION III—I, Marjory Crandall, leave my red-headed cadet to Frances McKeever, for harmony’s sake. SecTION IV—I, Irma Judith Davey, leave my composure to Alma Earle Adams. SECTION V—I, Louretta DeKyzer, leave my secretarial ability to Marjorie Picker, in due consideration of Miss Maxwell. SecTION VI—I, Martha Lisbeth Kline, leave my will power at dieting to Kitty Gordon. May she ever be sylph-like. SecTION VII—I, Justine Lohr, leave my waist line to Betty Cooper. SECTION VIII—I, Elaine Romeike, leave my keen sense of humor to Virginia Ellen Todd. ARTICLE III SECTION I—I, Florence Katherine Barnes, leave my rapid power of speech to Lillian Price, in hopes that she may strike a happy medium. Section II—I, Carolyn Harper Brouse, leave my ability to thoroughly enjoy a good onion to Mary Kaye Phelps. Section III—I, Mary Elizabeth Barber, leave my Waynesboro crockery in the gentle hands of Marjorie White. Copicit:—In Section III of Artcle II, the red-headed cadet is left to Frances Mc- Keever on the condition that she leave his brass buttons and his sash intact. MartTua LisperH Kxine, Clerk.

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In the spring ot this year we had a very beautiful and delectable steak dinner to which we were allowed to invite our “boy friends.” Our junior year is outstanding, too, because it was then for the first time that we were allowed to have “dates” in the evening—and to attend a dance at Fishburne. At last we have attained our goal—we are now dignified seniors, who are looking forward to graduation. This year, 1933-34, has been full of delightful events which will cause us to look back with sheer pleasure on our senior year at Fairfax Hall. Our May breakfast was one such occasion. The Junior College graduates have worked with us and helped us this year to make a success of our social as well as our scholastic affairs. We have marched—ten strong—toward graduation from our Alma Mater. Mary Elizabeth Barber, Florence Barnes, Carolyn Brouse, Helen Branaman Margaret Braun, Marjorie Crandall, Judy Davey, Louretta DeKyzer, Justine Lohr, Martha Kline, and Elane Romeike are the mem- bers of the 1934 senior class who are leaving Fairfax Hall for the last time. As we go, we are taking with us the cherished ideals which have been held up before us and toward which we have worked. We entered Fairfax Hall through her four gateways: the gateways of work, play, friendship, and worship. We have followed the paths which led from these gateways and have found satisfatcion in the knowledge that we have accomplished our purpose of improving ourselves both socially and itellectually. LouretTtra DEK yZEr, Historian.

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Senior Class Prophecy HAT! Morning already? Thank goodness I can write my WA coum for the paper in bed, and ’phone it in, because I certainly can’t get up after last night. I wouldn’t have missed last evening for all the money in the world, though. All these old Fairfax girls; yet, not so old at that. It’s been only ten years since we left Fairfax, but what changes! Oh, here comes my breakfast! ‘‘Yes, put it here—and the newspaper. Thank You.” Well, I wonder what the news is going to serve me, with my break- fast, this morning? What’s this? “Marjorie Crandall has returned from Reno for the fifth time. She says that she cannot seem to find the perfect read-head, but time will tell!” How delicious! If that isn’t just like her! I think PIl call her now that she’s back in town. “Operator, I want George 330. Hello, may I speak to Miss Crandall, please? Marge, this is Peggy Braun,—uh, uh, yes, I read about it. Thought I’d give you a buzz and tell you I saw some old school chums last night. You saw whom? Justine Lohr? How is she? Last time I heard from her, she was a companion to Mrs. John D. Gotrocksallover. She is with her still? Good. Now, let me tell you about all the Fairfax girls I saw and heard of last night. First of all, I went to a dinner given by Mary Elizabeth Barber. It was in honor of Elane Romeike. She’s poet laureate of America, you know. Oh, yes, she told me confidentially that she had planned to go to England and become their poet laureate, but she persuaded Congress to pass a bill because, as she said, they would be losing a bargain if they didn’t. Mary Elizabeth Barber told me that she still has quite an interest in crockery. She also said that Carolyn Brouse is secretary to Andrew Mellon, and such a competent person, my dear. After dinner Judy Davey’s husband, Crit, called for me, and we went to see Judy in the great tragedy, “Too Many Bills in Her Life.”