Andrew Lewis High School - Pioneer Yearbook (Salem, VA)

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Here’s to our dependable Bobby- Painting the town’s his dependable hobby. ' ' 0 h $ if f t o 4 -uJ$- O $ ' o+ , Flash! his news is always hot-dated— Flash! he’s campaigning November 2— Flash! his logic can’t be debated — We know Tom will always come through. When is the Glenn a Hayes? (Please answer right.) When is the Glenn a Hayes? When the son isn’t bright. Charming Charlotte’ll dine on pheasant, ‘Cause her personality’s incandescent. In her “Little White House Just for Two,” We hope our Mae’ll never be blue. The unicorn Has a horn— But it’s true, Betty has, too. The sweetness of sugar, an’ strawberries an’ cream, A touch of spice—makes our Doris Jean. Old Mother Flubbard went to the cupboard. What did she find there? Little Pat Hubbard.

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Commodore Stanley eats his cracker, A fine fellow who’s surely no slacker. Trubie always goes for models; Anyone he’d like to coddle— (Airplane models, of course). W2H his formula is. In Math he surely is a whiz. Monsieur Charles speaks in French, Although he’s not Boyer. He’s right in tune—just hear him croon; “Parlez-vous francais?” Calm and quiet is our Eloise, She’s not hot-tempered nor in the deep freeze. We all go for Harmon eyes And a Harmon smile as well, We’d like to Harmon-ize ‘Cause Nellie rings the bell. Murlene, a siren, With a come-hither smile, Sister, we like your style. £jL.nL t U-.i x . : y lcx- 1 J { 19 } In ’49 we lose our Hart— A swell guy, and plenty smart.

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A date in the dark For this camera shark— Means photographic mixtures To develop his “pixtures.” A sinister leer from Harry Means—“Ladies, be wary.” Here’s to independent Nancye, She’s cute and sweet, but rather “fancye.” Roses are red, So Violet’s not blue, No Dawn can compare In sweetness to you. This kind of girl keeps your head in a whirl, Not a bit like an oyster, although she’s a pearl. She’s ham and eggs—an’ a touch of caviar; The words to a song, and the spark to a star. A sweet glance from Nancy, Would enhance our fancy. He never moans, This boy named Jones, ’Though his troubles may be Heavy as stones. 4 21