Glass High School - Crest Yearbook (Lynchburg, VA)

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Che Critic-Crest 1934 Dear Alma Mater Dear Alma Mater, in your garden here On rugged as on friutful soil You sowed the ever-living seed. Then mindful of long days of toil, You watched them grow Through sunshine and through shower And saw the budding of each year. Here patience grew, There courage, love and truth; And on them shone the morning sun Of wisdom, gently guiding youth. Rude weeds you plucked That choked the growth of bright ambition’s flower, Till in your garden far The brightest blossoms grew. A waiting world now comes and claims These flowers so dear to you. In other gardens they must grow Transplanted from your care, Where the rare, sweet blooms some day will tell Of love you lavished there. —Emsra MoorMAn, Class Poet 10

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Seniors

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193 he Critic-Crest Chapter 1 7 @ Rk. Ed U. Cayshun was very proud of his sign. He hadn't been sure at first that he could have a sign, but the Board had decided that. Immediately § he had hung it in front of his shop, so that everyone could see that he was now a reputable citizen. It read thusly: E. C. GLASS SHOE SHOPPE Plain and Fancy Work Done While You Wait Not Responsible for Work Left in Shop for More Than Five Years Just now Ed was not thinking of his sign. Instead he was hammering away at a tattered little red boot, his mouth full of tacks and imprecations. “Why,” he mumbled, “‘must people be so careless?” He almost wept. “Here I am with only one child in the world, and yet I can’t keep her in shoes. If only she wouldn't insist on seesawing! Oh, but Ambition is a tiresome child! She has swung on the gate all her life, and I guess she'll keep it up. Never be it said that I’m a selfish father, but I would like a little time of my own to make some pin money.” With this Ed collapsed upon a rickety chair and made great moan. You see he had forgotten about the tacks, and as a consequence, the last vestige of his good humour was punctured. When the offending articles had been duly ejected, he settled down again to mourn. But this time he was interrupted by a strange voice which remarked somewhat sharply, “You're very rude, I must say.” Of course Ed jumped. What would you have done? His mother had always taught him to stand in the presence of ladies, and he arose with wonder writ large on his countenance. Everything was very well managed, except that he couldn’t see this particular lady at all. She was just a voice, and now she continued in the same sprightly manner. “You seem depressed, Ed. What’s the trouble?” 1]