Alexandria High School - Alecko Yearbook (Alexandria, VA)

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•Si fairly rule the old black and white sheet nowadays, and Kate Alfriend — what a woman! — can really go to town when writing up her bit on America’s star fullback, Eddie Beach. Why, Kate knows every ball player from Maine to Florida. Lottie Dove and Jeanne Nalls happen to be sunning together on the beach at Miami. Lottie is still looking for her ideal. Marvin Collins’ new picture, “Life in a Mining Camp Town,’’ comes to our theater next month; as a boxer Marvin makes a dandy lover, but a real boxer is Marion Pulzone; Baer shrinks when he hears the name of the great Pulzone. Guess who is working on Wall Street? Yes, you ar e right. Once with a good start you can win; Mary Simpson, Evelyn Mendelson, Dorothy Apperson, and Edna Apperson are receiving nice little salaries; Miss King has taught those 40 fingers to go places on a typewriter. Walter Cornnell and Winnie Jefferies have graduated with honors from West Point. That’s the old spirit! Anne Monroe, Marjorie Garvey, Janet Otley, Lynde Crocker, Katherine Dunn, and Margaret Brinckman have surely stuck together; their vacation this season is to be spent abroad. Boy, that’s lasting friendship. Jerry Rhodes and Gladys Lee are sailing happily on the matrimonial seas. • Florence Turner is still flitting around like a butterfly, but this time she is fluttering around Hubby. Alice Herring, Harriet Baggett, and Mary Greenwood put work before pleasure. Keep those chins up, girls. Isabelle Rainey isn’t a bit taller. She teaches Kindergarten up in the big city of Chicago and loves school, doesn’t she? The owner of a haberdashery store, Norman Cary is the pride of his family. We “figure” that Lucie Reynolds will be shipped to Paris one of these days. Well, she can wear clothes. Wonder why Billy Ridgeley decided that business would be better out West? Don’t let her escape. Bill. Earl Barnett is salesman at the Blue Ridge Coal Company, a man’s job if there ever was one. But does that coal get under your skin! Turn your dial to station WJZ on Thursday night and hear Mary Adams go south on all popular numbers. You can’t keep a song out of that gal’s throat. That little cottage with rose bushes and honey suckle has become a reality. Jerrie Carlton is the queen of her own little realm. So, I have scanned the pages of letter, note, and newspaper, and my heart is at ease to know all those used-to-be pals are traveling Life’s road happily and prosperously. ‘T ' age Twenty-five

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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

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l age Twenty-six