Chestnut Ridge High School - Lion Yearbook (New Paris, PA)

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333.5 alI,x WASHINGTO TRIP Early Sunday morning precisely at 7:00 A. M., a procession of seventy-two sleepy- eyed seniors boarded two Blue and White buses to travel to our Nation's Capitol. About five miles down the highway, I sneaked a look at the other occupants on my bus. The boys were snoozing. The girls were wearing that thoughtful expression that clearly says. I've a feeling I forgot something. fi We left the turnpike at Fort Littleton and by this time everyone was wide awake and enjoying the fine October day. After a short rest stop at McConnellsburg, we were on our way again. By this time the conversation had turned to constant babbling of what seemed like a million voices but which, in reality, came from just thirty-seven people. Our first real vision of beauty and grandeur overtook us when we visited the Washington Cathedral. The size of the building made us almost forget lunch time and the size of our appetites. After spending some time in a cafeteria and sampling their many delicacies, we went to spend some time with our relatives at the zoo. On the more serious side of things, was our next stop at the Franciscan Monastery. This is a Memorial Church of the Holy Land and contains many beautiful shrines and al- tars, the most striking of which is The Holy Sepulchre. The purpose of this Monastery is to preserve and maintain the Holy Shrines of Iordan, Israel, Egypt, Syria, Cyprus, and Lebanon. By this time, our tired and heavy feet told us to check in at Washington's tallest building, the Cairo Hotel. After a few moments away from the noise and bustle of the city, we went to the Lotus Restaurant and dined. We also enjoyed a floor show at the same place. This delightful entertainment gave the crowd itching feet, so we went out and toured the town. Finally, at an unmentionable hour, we started back to the hotel, dragging our rubbing alcohol behind us. On Monday morning, when we opened our eyes, one thing was apparent-it was a dreary, rainy day. We had breakfast at Sho11's Cafe and then went to the Iefferson Memorial. This is a circular structure of white marble and is an impressive tribute to the author of the Declaration of Independence, who was the third President of the United States. At the' center of the inner hall, atop a black granite pedestal stood a nineteen-foot statue of Iefferson. On the surrounding panels are excerpts from his writings. I discovered it was Iefferson who spoke of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. Next we went to the Lincoln Memorial. This is built in the manner of a Greek temple with 36 white marble columns representing the States of the Union in Lincoln's time. A statue of the Civil War President holds the place of honor in the center hall. On the south wall is inscribed the Gettysburg Address and on the north wall is his Second Inaugural Address. Arlington National Cemetery where rest thousands of men who gave their lives shaping the destiny of this country was our next stop. Against the background stands the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier where today and every day a lone sentry stands guard. We saw the changing of the guard. The feeling of Mount Vernon is indicated by Washington's own ambitions to settle and to pursue the art of agriculture, fulfill his duties as a citizen, and sustain in its ele-

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Now that breakfast is over, I believe I'l1 accompany some of the others for a visit to the new hospital here. Some of our former classmates hold important positions there. BARBARA CAMPBELL is the head of the nursing department, and IANET TURNER and SHELBY MILLER are two of the staff of Laboratory technicians who invented the new wonder-drug to keep school teachers from getting gray hair prematurely. This hospital really has a large staff of telephone operators. VIRGINIA DIEHL, LILLIAN WILLIAMS, CHARLOTTE SMITH, NANCY WERNER, GRACE IMGRUND, and IOAN VOUCHT are all employed here. I wonder how the hospital is getting along without them today? Gosh! I could spend a week looking around in here, but it's time to go back to the hotel for lunch. There are CURTIS FRAZIER, ED MCCREARY, CECIL EVANS, GLENDON GRIFFITH and WILLIS ROSE. I wonder why they weren't here this morning. Their plane was prob- ably delayed by reporters who were trying to get a statement from DON MOCK and DALE BEARD concerning their latest movie GO! . I hear that it's really a big hit. The producer of the movie is MILLARD HILLEGASS, who is making millions with his oil wells, and the director is WAYNE BERKHEIMER. There are some more late-comers: IIM MILLER, DICK HEIDORN, GERALD CORLE. and TERRY ICKES. They missed the plane that they had originally scheduled because Dick's car broke down and they had to walk to the airport. . . . Well! At last, here I am at the dinner table. This time I'm seated between PHYLLIS CRISSMAN and ESTHER OLDHAM. It's very interesting hearing them discuss recipes with FRANCES KAUFFMAN and SHIRLEY IMLER, who are across the table from us. Also across the table are STEVE MCCREARY, professional wrestler, NEIL LING, owner of Ling Truck Lines, LEONARD FERGUSON, jet mechanic, and IOE FEATHERS, famous race car driver. As we go onto the lawn for a fashion show, I see YVONNE MILLER and DONNA GRASSER, who designed the fashions, and KATHY DAVIS and NANCY MOCK, who will be the models. I hope that whatever follows this wonderful show is as interesting as everything else has been so far. My schedule says that there will be a festival tonight to let those of us who are not natives see what a real Hawaiian celebration is like. All the food for this festival is being supplied by the laborers from NANCY CLAYCOMB'S huge pine- apple plantation. . . . Now that everything is ready, the festival will begin. Who are the girls in the grass skirts? Of course, they are DORIS CLAYCOMB and NANCY WEAVER. They're going to do their famous night club act for us. . . . The festival was really wonderful, and now we will go for a moonlight sail on one of RICHARD HARR'S yachts. The end of a perfect day. It certainly has been wonderful to meet all of my old friends again and spend the day with them. After the next few hours, we'll all go our separate ways. The others will go back to homemaking, farming, politics, and their various jobs, and I, SHARON MANESS, will continue on my trip around the world, making personal appearances with BEVERLY ALLISON and her all-boy band. As we turn to go back to the hotel, we are all anxious to get to our own homes, but we are reluctant to leave our friends. Being together today has brought back mem- ories that we will never forget. Thirty Nine

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vated dignity the character of a country gentleman. He planned the house as it appears today, although his duties called him away to lead the colonies to freedom. While digesting all this history, we went back to Sholl's for lunch. After savoring the chei's dainties, we retired to our hotel and dried out for a couple of hours. Rested once again. we set out for the Smithsonian Institute which is really a mu- seum. Its 300,000 exhibits include such things as Lindberg's Spirit of St. Louis, the Wright Brothers' plane Kitty Hawk, and a tattered old flag that was the Star-Spangled Banner. After dining in the evening, we went to see Cinerama Holiday. This was a treat for our eyes and a rest for out feet. Now back to Hotel Cairo where we ended the day with a tPajamal party. Tuesday, we bcgan our last grand and glorious day by having breakfast at Sholl's after which we visited the Bureau of Printing and Engraving. While there, I learned that a one dollar bill lasts nine or ten months. They use better paper, I guess, for my one- dollar bills last no more than one week. Next on our list was the F. B. I. I won't report on that for fear that I might incrim- inate myself. Then we toured the fabulous White House which is the residence of the President. iSomeone tipped him off that we were coming, so he left town.l Of course. we did not see all of the 132 rooms. The Iohn Adams family were its first tenants. Also on our list Tuesday forenoon were the Department of Commerce, Washing- ton's Monument, and the Department of Health, Education and Welfare. The most strik- ing of these three was the Washington Monument. There is a staircase of 898 steps and our feet hit every one of them on the way up. Needless to say, we took the elevator down since we were on our way to lunch. After lunch, we had our pictures taken. We visited the Capitol which is the home office for the 435 Representatives and 96 Senators who make up Congress. fWe learned that you spell it with an o when you mean the building with the dome on top.l We also saw the President's Room. ' The United States Supreme Court was the next point in our tour. This is the high- est court in America and the only one established by the Constitution. Our next stop on the tour was at the Library of Congress which has acres and acres of books I36 acres of floor space and 250 miles of bookshelvesl About 1700 workers care for books, man- uscripts, music, pictures, and even newspapers. At last it was time to leave for home, but there was one thing I hadn't seen. I was truly disappointed. You know how in class you are supposed to make a 3 minute speech and you lapse over a half minute. Then some wise guy behind whispers. She should be down there in Washington with those other politicians. Here we were! Leaving for home! I sided up to a guide quickly, Where are the politicians? I asked anxiously. They're home digging up votes, he answered. But I knew better. They all went un- derground when we arrived. They could never have gotten in a word edgewise. We the Senior Class owe our thanks and appreciation to faculty members, Mr. Koza, Mr. Lehmier, Miss Eckman, and Miss Gerber who protected us from the wheels of speeding taxis, prevented us from peeking under man-hole covers, discouraged us from poking the ribs of foreign diplomats, forbade us to collect such souvenirs as knives, spoons, and napkins, and tirelessly worked to make our trip delightful in every way.