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

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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.”

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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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What a performance! it is magnificent; you must go to see it. We went back stage to wait for Judy, and while we were waiting who should come tearing in but Flo Barnes! What? No, she hasn’t changed a speck. She wanted Judy to sign a contract to play in her theater, ‘“The Over- groundhedge.” I think the play is to be “Romeo and Juliet.” Isn’t that interesting about Helen Branaman? You haven’t heard? Why, Marjorie, didn’t you get the newspapers in Reno? Well, she has made some great psychological experiment. You know, I s’pose, that she is teacher ot child psychology at Fishburne? In the past day I have had my own little Fairfax reunion becau—oh, no I haven’t forgotten those two. You interrupted me just as I was about to tell you. I received a letter from Mardie yesterday. Yes, her last name is still Kline but she tells me that it won’t be for long because she has a ‘““Hobby” now. She’s in Vienna, where she is demonstrating her ability to put people to sleep by singing to them, and then she performs her (surgical) operations. The great surgeons hail this as a magnificent accomplishment. She wrote that she saw Louretta DeKyzer and her husband in Paris. You remember Jimmy, don’t you? But I must dash, dear, because I simply have to write my section for today, but before I say “au’voir” I must tell you that I am going to announce the engagements of Elane to General Jonathan Seeless Rearleyba and Chi Brouse to Laird Dehman. This should interest you. Don’t forget to read my column, “‘ol’thing,” it’s on page five and is called “Too Much Ado About Practically Nothing.” May your next marital adventure be successful—so—’bye, Marge.” —MarcGaret Braun, Prophet.