George Washington High School - Compass Yearbook (Alexandria, VA)

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And our administration for its efficiency MRS. TOLBERT As assistant principal of girls. Mrs. Tolbert faces many varied tasks for she must answer for the conformance and actions of the girls at G. W. Whether you arc-in her office for advice or on the carpet , you will find her to be a friendly, efficient principal and counselor. MR. GARNER Mr. Garner must handle all sorts of difficult situations. He must go to bat” for all of our Peck's Bad Boys and at the same time figure out an effective correction that will serve its purpose. Understanding. diligence, and a dash of psychology arc necessary for success, and Mr. Garner is an apt combination of all three.

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This is our class history As graduation time draws near, we Seniors look hack over our four years as G.W.-ites and remember the gtxx.1 times we had as . . . brightened Freshmen. Oh, that first confused, bewildering day that we arrived at G.W.! How big and frightening everything ltxiked! We saw our first play, We Sluxik the Family Tree”, and after much practice got to the place where we could overcome the urge to dive under our desks whenever the planes roared low over the high school. After catching our second wind, we elected Tommy Cleary as president. Dot tie Orr as vice-president, and Nancy Faxon as secretary. Saucy Sophomores. With Chuck Motrley as our president, Joan Marsh as vice-president, and Wallace Collin as secretary-treasurer, we sailed into our sophomore year with all colors flying. By that time we had gotten used to the long drawn out Otxxxi when someone drops something in the cafeteria; Mr. Garners cheery, Good Morning, the announcements, when Mr. Pruet was absent; and Mr. Hillman as guardianship of A lunch period. We found out that the medal lie swings on the end of that chain is for the time he shot a hole-in-one. We learned to hx»k forward to the days the Surveyor came out. hoping our names would be in it that time. Yes, by then we were confirmed G.W.-ites. Jaunty Juniors. We started off our junior year with a bang by selling class membership cards, taking orders for class pins and rings, and electing Slurron Trueblood, president; Neil Leverenz, vice-president; Kyra Mosel, secretary; and Quentin Clark, treasurer. During that year we raised money by giving a Christmas Record Hop with a real live Santa Claus. Air raid drills, which always seemed to come when we had our best clothes on, were started. We gave a very successful Junior-Senior Prom and began to look forward to the day when we would become... Satisfied Seniors. At last we had reached the top! And as we l x k back over a fun-filled year, there are many things we remember; Rtxim 317, the Senior hangout; the confusion because of the addition of N lunch; Blue Mondays , due to various things; those senior meetings with Mr. Lindsey telling us about all the money we didn't have; Hamlet and Miss Jones’s Novel Unit ; and Senior Day. Will you ever forget all those fancy costumes we wore on that day and all the fun we had talking over the classes' Joan Scott was elected our ftxitbali queen when we beat W. and L. for the fifth straight time. Remember the comments when we had our Senior pictures made? Is that me?” Oh no! Look at my hair! , etc. Just before the Christmas holidays we got out early because of bad weather—it turned out that the sun shone brightly the next day! We found out that we were a very cosmopolitan class besides being the smallest in the history of the school. We. seniors, represent thirty-one different states and have lived in over twenty-six different countries. Only ninety-nine of us have been here for all four years. Our officers for this year were Roberta McBride, president, and Quentin Clark, vice-president. We became worried about what college or what job we would enter upon graduation and the Guidance Department was besieged by undecided seniors' with cries of. What college, Miss White? or Where can I get a real gtxxl job? In January, those of us who were staying on bid farewell to the January graduates and rushed into preparations for College Night, the Senior Frolics. Last Will and Testament and Prophecy , and the Senior Prom. We ordered our stationery and fitted our caps and gowns. My, but we looked dignified! Now we arc at the final stage. At last has come the long-awaited day of graduation. And with a feeling of regret, we will bid G. W. adieu and walk for the last time down the long front steps. 10