Fredericksburg High School - Rapahanoc Yearbook (Fredericksburg, VA)

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Can you guess who I saw next? Why, Mr. Swem, dressed in his white sweater and tennis shoes in the act of helping the girls over the wire fence, that keeps the cows in our physical culture field. I had seen all the faculty but two, and I was wondering, when suddenly in the very midst of them all I caught sight of a shining bright statue of Gold. I was rushing down to see it when my eyes caught sight of a very familiar looking obstacle and going back I saw Mr. Link sitting at his desk in the physics room working desperately to keep the annual from falling through, and rushing on to the gold one I beheld Mrs. Link, down on her knees, in the act of begging Mr. Birckhead to have gas put into our kitchen. Under this statue was written: “This statue is dedicated to Mrs. Link who is entitled to more than this. For she has had to endure for two whole years the girls of the second year Domestic Science Class. —Ruby Dillard. §3

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mf: RPvPBHPvPIDC 1921 •mT Av r VL )t all of Jfamc D O you know, I had the funniest dream the other night; and it all seemed so natural, too. Well, I dreamed i was walking in the hall of fame, and just guess whose was the first statute I saw? “It must have been Woodrow Wilson or William Jennings Bryan.” No, it was neither of those; but the first thing I saw was the statue of Mr. Birckhead. It was a tall and stately statue with that ever enduring smile, wearing that same blue suit and winter hat, holding in one hand a Biology and in the other a book entitled “The Trials of Married Life.” As I walked on I came to the second statue, which was of Mrs. Courtney, dressed in her green sweater and brown dress, telling the seniors to copy all of their civics by to-morrow. The third statue I saw was of Mrs. Williams trying to drive French into the heads of the boys and girls on the back row. Then turning around my eyes fell on a statue of Mrs. Blake, standing with her knitting under her arm in the act of telling the cooking class not to make quite so much noise. The very next statue that caught my eye, was a very tall one, that with Mr. Birckhead towered above all the rest. Looking more closely I recognize d Miss Johnson in the act of writing her will in which she willed a dozen typewriters to the Fredericksburg High School, for which she had plead so hard while teaching in that school. And next to her I beheld Miss Rhea holding in her hand a long list of quota¬ tions telling the English class to learn them all by to-morrow. Then I saw a very peculiar looking one, it was of three women, holding a very earnest conversation, coming nearer I recognized Mrs. Euliss, Mrs. King, and Miss Gouldman, arguing should or should not the junior high be allowed to come to the third floor. 82

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®fje ®ap pefore (Examinations T’mas the day before examinations, when all through the school. Not a thing mas heard rolling, not even a spool. The bool(s mere laid open on the desk l°ps with care. The hopes of passing the examinations mere there. The children mere studying mith all of their might. Not an idler mas there, at least not in sight. The teachers mere assembled m chairs in the hall, And Mr. Brickhead mas standing by enjoying it all. When out on the lamn there arose such a chatter. They sprang in haste to see mhat mas the matter. A may to the mindom they flem like a flash. Tore open the latches and threm up the sash. The sun reflecting on our physical culture field. Cave the effect of an onion without its peel. When mhat to their mondering ears should come, But the beating and pounding of a tin-pan drum. When around the corner in all its attire, Came the Kitchen Orchestra like something on fire. More rapid than horses their course they came. And Mr. Brickhead in admiration did exclaim, “Horn marvelous! Horn pretty! Horn entrancing! Horn smeet! To tell you the truth it couldn t be beat. To the lop of the steps to the upstairs hall, They played amay, played amay, played one and all. So all over the building like birds they flem. The girls, their leader and Mrs. Link. too; For examinations they gave not a thought. For only pleasure it seems they sought. Then in an instant they heard in the hall. The piercing loud sound of a bugle call. As they came back to earth and mere turning around, Down the steps came the Orchestra mith a bound. Then down at the bottom they met such applaud. They stopped to laugh mith one accord; After laughing amhile they stopped mith a jerk- Went to their class-rooms and straight to work- I have been telling you a secret but nom I am through. I hope you mill like our Orchestra. We all do. 84 —Ruth Dillard.