Fredericksburg High School - Rapahanoc Yearbook (Fredericksburg, VA)

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We recall the generous efforts of the Fredericksburg boys at¬ tending the University, to show us a good time. Saturday morning we attended the High School and Prep. Track Meet, in which three of the “Adventurous Twelve” partici¬ pated, but Dame Fortune did not see fit to smile upon us that day. As we wanted to visit Luray Cave by 10 o’clock Sunday morn¬ ing, we decided to leave Charlottesville Saturday afternoon. But before leaving, Mr. Birckhead showed us the sights and sites of University. Leaving Charlottesville, the most wonderful part of our trip was before us, the view between Charlottesville and Staunton. A point of interest was Lady Astor’s old home; another was a beautiful residence, at one time the home of a German spy; and further on we passed a magnificent home of a well known actress, whose name we could not recall. Next came Dead Man ' s curve, which was on top of the highest mountain. There we stopped long enough to view the scenery, which—Ah!—we leave a blank—we cannot de¬ scribe it! As we were going into Waynesboro, the “Adventurous Twelve” at last had a real adventure, for the Dillard’s Buick was almost, but not quite, overtaken by a train—“WHEW”! Arriving in Staunton and viewing the city, we passed a bunch of Stuart Hall girls, one of whom made a remark (not heard by the one whom it most concerned, namely the driver of the Dillard’s car), which was “Look at that cute boy”! We stopped at the Virginia Hotel, where we spent a very much more comfortable night than previously. But we cannot leave out about our supper at “Chris’s Restaurant,” where we ordered chicken salad, and had to wait for the chicken to be killed. The napkins were stationary (sewed to the table cloth) ; the sugar and salt were mixed, and the butter spread (?) owing to the ability of Ruth. After two hours, we left this most modern “restaurant.” The next morning about 5 o’clock, we were awakened by a loud knock on our doors by Mr. Birckhead, who informed us that we should be “up and doing.” 108

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Nearing Charlottesville, all decided that something to eat would be first rate, so, stopping at a spot as described by Bill to be very “picturesque,” an alarming portion of the lunch was quickly consumed. About 8 P. M., we arrived at University, where we stopped at Madison Hall, but we were sent to Peabody Hall, where we were assigned our rooms. The boys were sent to the Barracks, which were in easy range of the “Stiff House.” The girls were assigned to Driscoll’s, where we found comfortable beds, but to our horror they were already occupied— ' taint no matter the barracks were overcrowded? Friday morning we awoke bright and early, and made a wild rush for the University cafeteria, where we found that twenty-five cents would buy all that even Mr. Birckhead or Bill Rowe could possibly desire. The next thing that we have space to note is our trip to Mon- ticello, where we were enhanced by the antique surroundings of Jefferson’s day. We cannot leave out that on our return to Uni¬ versity, we stopped about half-way down the mountain, at a spring long enough to eat lunch, but had to hurry in order to get to University in time to hear Lady Astor speak. Needless to say, we were charmed by her talk, especially as she harped on “Flappers,” and we had seven along. After having our likenesses taken (The Panorama Picture) came the nerve-racking time—namely, the literary contests. Our readers, Pearl and Bill, lost their first contest, beaten by Warren County and Staunton, who lost only in the finals. The debaters, Ruby and Camilla, lost in the semi-finals, having won over Hope- well and Blackstone, losing to Warren County, who lost only to Roanoke, who won the honors in the finals. Being free to do as we pleased, we decided to see Charlottesville, and to our surprise, “moonshine” was far more plentiful than in Fredericksburg. A reminder to those that understand—“Something sinourway” ? 107

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As the clock struck 5 :30, a very sleepy crowd said good-bye to Staunton. After traveling until we were famished, as usual Bill made us stop to eat. But journeying on we arrived at Luray Cave about 10 o’clock. The “Adventurous Twelve” spent a very enjoyable and educational two hours in the Caverns. Leaving Luray, we were disappointed to discover that moun¬ tains and beautiful scenery were seen less frequently. About 3 o’clock we stopped at Pumpkin Hill, a lovely place, where we rested, talked and had lunch. The main subject being “Flappers.” We shall record Mr. Birckhead ' s definition, which was, “just a modern flirt,” we had six, as Camilla was a “fickle flirt with flapper tendencies.” Upon arriving at Culpeper, our troubles began. To begin with, it started to rain—to continue, it rained —and to conclude—it RAINED. The roads were rivers, the rivers—well— oceans, and as for bridges —there just weren ' t any! When we reached Lignum, the good roads ceased and the red mud began. The Dillards had no chains, so they had to buy traces to tie around the wheels. About two miles from Lignum, we discovered a risen creek and no bridge. It was then 7 P. M. and Mr. Link prophesied 10 o’clock as the appointed time to cross, as it had stopped raining by then, and the water was falling a certain percentage a minute, and it had to fall three feet (calculate the per cent yourself). We had nothing but cake to eat, and did cake ever taste so good? At 10 P. M., with hopes flying and nerves dragging, we crossed the creek in safety, and after an awful two hours of getting stuck, bending fenders, pushing and pulling, we arrived at Wilderness, from which the sleepy crowd journeyed on in safety, reaching Fredericksburg about 2 A. M. Monday. So ended the joyful trip of the “Adventurous Twelve.” Will we ever forget the morning after the night before? Use discretion please, and consider the source. 109