Glass High School - Crest Yearbook (Lynchburg, VA)

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STUDY HALL Whispering students and idle books,- Candy wrappers and mischeifvous looks,' Crossword puzzles and chewing gum,- Tired attempts to do that sum,- Rattled papers and stifled yawnsg .4 nd life-safuers And boredom And frowns. Empty shoes and tired fares,' Busy scholars and mental cases,- Library permits and hurried writingg Clock-watching and fingernail-bitingg Gadgets, mirrors, and desks out of line,' find hopes For the bell . . It's almost time. -JUDY F OSTER, '64. THE CRITIC

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spot where an old flimsy teddy bear with buttons for eyes lay. She picked it up and caressed it. Poor Bongo. You can't run away when they make fun of you. I . . . That's the funniest looking teddy bear I've ever seen. Jessica reeled around to see a small 'boy with sandy hair standing in her doorway. He was laughing out loud now. Jessica said nothing but turned back around and whispered to Bongo. You know, Jessica, you and that stupid looking teddy bear ought to get married. You'd make a good couplefl ' Slowly Jessica stood up and staring straight ahead, her back to the small boy, she said, Get out, Joey. Sure, I'm getting. You don't think I wanta stick around and catch whatever you two got, do ya ? ' Get out, Joey, or I'll tell my mother. She was screaming and Joey turned and ran. Come on, Bongo. Let's go see Mr. lVIcGrue. , Mr. McGrue was an old war veteran who lived in the basement of Mrs. Litchenstein's house up the street. Jessica ran down the stairs and out the door with Bongo held tightly in her arms. She burst through the open door of the basement apartment and saw Mr. McGrue sitting on a bench, whittling. Oh hi there, Jessica. How are you and Bongo ? Just fine, Mr. lVIcGrue. Mr. McGrue, they're still making fun of me and Bongo. Aw now, honey, I told you not to pay any attention to them. They don't know what real beauty is. VVhy, Jessica, I've been just about every- where and seen some mighty pretty women and I can't ever recollect seeing any as pretty and as graceful as you. And that Bongo . . . if he ain't the most gorgeous bear I've seen . . . Gosh thanks, Mr. lVIcGrue. That's awful nice of you to say that. Well, ain't nothing but the truth, Jessie. You know, Mr. McGrue, your saying it makes it true. I'm glad, Jessica-I'm glad. Good-bye, Mr. lVIcGrue. Good-bye, honey. Jessica skipped home, now rejuvenated. Bongo even looked con- tented, resting in the perspiring arms of Jessica. Her mother was waiting for her. Jessica, where have you been ? Just up to Mrs. Litchenstein's. To see that Mr. McGrue ? Yes ma'am, but . . . I've told you that man is looney, Jessica. I-Ie talks through his head-don't you know that ? Jessica just smiled enigmatically and stood caressing' Bongo. THE CRITIC

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