Alexandria High School - Alecko Yearbook (Alexandria, VA)

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Herita 1 e Here ’s to you, Senior, With your heritage of youth. Youth to seek honor. Youth to find truth. Youth to make dreams. Your boy and girl days are over, But your Heritage is with you. And this time hangs, a Tapestried background for the future. Thank God for this, your heritage. This strength for fighting battles. This feeling of vantage. This spirit urging you forward. With these happy days your memories, God your leader, and youth your banner. To you success is promised. Oh Senior, with your heritage of youth. Elisabeth Peabody, ’35. ’T age Twenty-two

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Class Pro “The world moves on” — come day; go day — and life begins at 8:40 — — - Funny how a period of five years can contain such numerous experiences and changes. This time five years ago, the Senior Class of ’35 was looking eagerly toward the future, to graduation day, to the prom, to last minutes of “farewells” and “so-longs” — to the beginning of real “Life” with a capital “K.” I pick up my evening paper, purchased from an old, feeble, and very un- fortunate man on the street corner of this busy city, Richmond. Here is an article of great interest to me. And no wonder; it is headed “Washington, D. C.” and above the article, gracing the page with its simple and sweet beauty, is Margaret — Miss Margaret Brinckman (“Brinky” to you, chump). She makes her debut, her bow to Society this week. She’ll fit in all right; that young lady has class. And, oh! Speaking of class, the ever alert and spry Mary Lewis has a dancing class of promising amateurs out on the West Coast. Received this news from Topping Bradley who is the top in radio. He went west and came back almost famous. Who is this Morton Downey person? How I enjoyed reading the letter I received from Celeste Gorham — still residing in old Alexandria. She keeps me “posted” on all the progress made by the pals of my high school days. Celeste is still winning “intellectual” contests. She seems to be winning a contest of love also. She saw Edna Weiner; employed she was by a grade- A dentist in D. C. ; she does everything but restore fallen hair; with Edna we connect the other two, Rosie and Annie; what rascals! But they have gone places, too; Rosie is the nurse she longed to be; don’t be surprised if she owns the darned hospital one of these days. Annie is now a Mrs. — good ole Annie — still trying to look out for “Sis.” She is happy, and that counts. Did you see where she won a cup for record swimming this past year? Guess who blew the roof off the house the other day — Sonny Roland. He will invent a toothless chicken if he doesn’t let up — Heh! Heh! Drop over to Chesapeake Bay some summer day and see who’s slapping hot dogs in rolls. Why, Paul Caton! Is that what Mr. Lindsey taught you? Moxley Irvin owns all the battleships down in Augusta, Georgia. Did you ever see a battleship in Augusta? Gosh, did all the young men who graduated from A. H. S. turn out to be newspaper men in one way or the other. Tom Marcus and Albie Jacobson ‘Page Pmnty-four