Glass High School - Crest Yearbook (Lynchburg, VA)

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1933 filbe Qlriticscltrest , . QEIM55 uf 1935 QB SOPIIOMORE CLASS OFITICERS President ..............,.... .........,..............,......................,......A. ......... P R ocToR HARVEY Vice Prcsidarit ,.....,.. ......,.. B OBBV HARRIS Secretary ....,........,, , ..,........... CLARA BELL Tremmrui' .......A. .....,... S AM l.VlClDANIEL of others. George Bunch plays basketball too, and Fred VVest is on the tennis team. And Jimmy Gregory has-well, ask the ladieslu Alma Mater smiled. You all are getting exactly like your olcler brothers. If Fourbee and Peegee were here, you'd really hear something. But you haven't had their Lui A

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Ghz Clrititfdltwt 1933 Y -1 ' Y' ' fi: ' 1 'w ,,,: ::,:4. .':4- rr 1 Qlilass uf 1936 -2A at Fouray, who had the stricken look of one about to be spanked too. Threeay spoke up sullenly. 6'They're not bad, he said. You donlt know 'ent VVhy Stanford Schewel has a list of prizes a mile long tacked to his name and pocketbook-some national ones too! And Audrey Long got honorable men- tion at Charlottesville for a poem, and Frances Taylor won ten whole dollars and a full page ad for the High Times in that Typewriter Ad Contest, and- Threebee could wait no longer. Yes, he broke in, and look at Nowlin Puckett. You'd know he was good from the way he Wound himself around that lectern, and linked up bald-headed men and radio programs. And look at Mary Lewis-she's editor-in-chief of the High Times next year. They,ll do in a rush-n1aybe,'l said Fouray. But think of all the com- ing' football men in my gang-George Brown and Fred Scruggs, and no end l10l

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L I , SQ ,, ,. 4 f.: GDB Qlltiticsfllltwt 1933 L I Cllllass uf 1935 3A chance. and maybe some day you'll be as old and experienced and wise as they are. Now run out and play and be good. Ilve work to do! The children were sleeping peacefully that night when Alma Mater slipped into her cloak and quietly left the house. Above, the stars twinkled thoughtfully and silently. She hurried on. It was a queer house she came to at last: but then, the Seven Sages were themselves queer. The house faced seven directions, and any way one entered, he must pass through seven doors, cross seven antechambers, ring seven bells, and after waiting seven minutes be escorted by seven servants into the august presence of the Seven Sages. Thus was Alma Mater ushered in. The black-robed Sages sat motionless upon their seven thrones, gazed with seven. pairs of eyes upon the woman before them, and were silent. From seven sides the walls threw back the stillness, U21