Brookville High School - Buzzer Yearbook (Lynchburg, VA)

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HISTORY OF SENIOR CLASS RAMBEING TL REPERECEIONS “FRESHMAN” was a magic word to us, but it lost some of its enchantment when we were re-christened mere “‘rats.”” Skill was developed in chalk-throwing and desk shoving, and we soon acquired the reputation of being the “‘noisiest freshmen ever.” Great was the novelty of changing classes, although Miss White’s History class would often find themselves in Miss Parker’s English. But we lived and learned! And thus passed our first year in the institution of higher learning—Brookville. “SOPHOMORE’—Although our dignity was greatly increased, it soon declined when we learned from Miss Wilson that we probably were descended from APES!!! Lipstick became standard equipment in most of the girls’ school supplies. We found what it did mean in order to pass Mr. Hicks’ Algebra. What were a few blisters and bruises to the fun we had at the Sophomore skating party? What an honor we considered it to study and fret over Latin, with two awfully nice Student teachers, when we were rewarded for it with a chance to show our hard earned knowledge by singing Christmas Carols in Latin for the whole High School. “JUNIOR’—Still another rung higher on the Ladder of Learning. Girls viewed the world with one eye, while the boys sighed romantically at Veronica Lake’s pictures. The Junior Play was indeed a success, with spooks and mystery galore. Bowling became a favorite pastime, although it resulted in numerous stiff joints. The social affair of the year was the Junior-Senior Banquet. The rain dampened our new dresses but not our spi rits and a rare time we had. A Monogram Club was organized and five surprised and proud Juniors were tapped at the first meeting. We looked forward eagerly to being Seniors—high and mighty. “SENIORS” At Last! Our attempts to be dignified were a total failure; but, at any rate, we had a few privileges. However, we realized that we were war-time Seniors. Moans and groans were heard from the victims of the new Physical Education Program, which was intended to toughen our American Youth. The crowd around Mr. Copenhaver’s door was not for misbehaving, but was eagerly awaiting the arrival of the rings. Because of the world conflict our country called Clyde Doss to the colors before school was out, and Miss Gunter is leaving for the WAAC’s after graduation. Thus passed our senior year. After all, “They can who think they can.” Betty Briss, ELoise Brown, Historians Pelee Bie Ze Zoek S13 9143