Glass High School - Crest Yearbook (Lynchburg, VA)

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first in his class-leader of every- thing on campus. Practically runs the place is what my Benje says. Some people have all the luck. Proud old family, lots of money, fancy hon- ors . . . It ain't all luck. My joseph tells me he Worked real hard for those honors he's getting today. He'll go far, that boy. Pk Pk if lVIr. Bennington? Mr. Simpson will see you now, sirf' Thank you, miss . . . Let's see, now. Shoes shined, pants creased razor-sharp, new hat-everything's perfect. Al, my boy, you can't miss. As he Walked across the waiting room, the gold lettering on the door to the office glittered before his eyes. Someday my name will be on that door. bk Ik Pk Boyl There hasn't been a shindig this big since his old lady's funeral. It's a big wedding, all right. And don't they make a lovely couple? She's so beautiful. She'l1 be such a wonderful wife for him. Yes, she's a very accomplished young lady. A real prize for a rising young businessman like him. Pk Dk PII Al, you can't mean itl What will you do ? I guess I'll have to make it good. He was my partner, and I'm respon- sible for those debts. But, Al, he double-crossed you. 30 And where will you get that much money ? We can sell the house, and those bonds will help. We'll come out about even. We can move to a small- er house in another part of town. I can make a go of it, if you'll help me, darling. Al, I Won't live like that. I'm not the struggling type. If you sell this house-I'll leave you, Al. But it's a point of honor. I must do it. Then you'll have to go it alone, Al. bk Pls Pk Don't blame me. Oh, my darling, don't go. Don't go li' His conscious- ness was returning and with it the pain. He looked up at the sky. I had to do it. It was the only thing I could do. Oh, Lord, what did I do to deserve this? I don't de- serve this. I don't deserve it! bk Pk Pk Here he is, Dad. Over herel He's still sleeping or somethingfl Poor old rascal, must've tried to jump off a train and fallen. Run for help, son. He's dead. The boy Cast a frightened but curi- ous eye on the old man's face, even now twisted with pain. Then he turned and ran -off out of sight. Poor devil--but what am I pity- ing you for? You're nothing but a dirty old bum. You probably got just what you deserved. THE CRITIC X t work by Linda Stickel, 64.

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sons bought Sandusky and have re- stored it, which brings us to the pres- ent. And yet I don't think Sandusky will ever live in the present, she has too much of the past. There are a few miscellaneous items I would like to tell you. The dado in the dining room is one width of native pine. VVilliamsburg wanted to buy the back stairs, because the treads were worn so intriguingly. There is a tiny attic over the kitchen. There are two windows, both very small, 'and one entrance, the width and height of one's shoulders-so you have to get down and worm through. In this room is an iron baby crib. It is too big ever to get His just Deserts out of any of the present exits, so there it sits. She is an old woman, magnificent and grand. If you go inside and stand quietly for a moment you can feel the soul of her. The old grand- father clock on the landing ticks on. She does not fear timeg it is nothing to her, she is old. The floors creak under you, she is not complaining, merely making herself comfortable. T-he walls squeak and tell you things she will not say. The windows are open, she does not fear. The plaster cracksg it is nothing to her. Tomor- row it may rain, but she is not afraid. The future is nothingg the present is here, but she lives in the past. VERY day the 3 :67 slowed down to make it 'round the Devil's Bend, and the dirty old man took advantage of the opportunity to jump off the freight car that had been his home for the past four days. But unhappily for him the train was going a bit faster than he thought. The ground rushed to meet 'him in a wild green and brown blur. He felt a sharp pain-then nothing. Pk Pk Pk Alexander Frederick Bennington, III--that is your name and don't you ever forget what it stands for. The THE CRITIC LINDA STICKEL, '64 Benningtons have been leaders in this community and in this state for two centuries. My son, it's up to you to carry on the family name and carry it proudly. You won't let me down, will you, son P He looked up. His eyes followed the proud lines of her face. No, Mother. I won't let you down. PF PF Dk That's his old lady up there in the front row. She sure looks proud, doesn't she ? Well, I guess she should be. He's 29

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