John Marshall High School - Marshallite Yearbook (Richmond, VA)

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NIN YOUYAX IO WITO TO VITOWO IYOSIT@ IYONYOVTOWITOVIT@ITOVIYOIYO ETOXITOXIVOVIYONITO WL YOXITONIYONIYONIV@XIv cards to our own satisfaction and slipping an ace in our sleeve, we began a quiet game of developing our resources. We had them! Samaritan at ‘Thanksgiving and Santa Claus at Christmas were played admirably. Then the ace was played. Junior stunt night came off with a bang. We had decided histrionic ability and displayed it. Also we had musical talent. The junior orchestra lent the pipes of Pan to our performance. From the auditorium we escorted our guests, the Seniors, to Wythe, where we knelt at the shrine of Bacchus till our beloved Principal bade us depart. Seniors at last! After three long years we had attained our heart’s desire. We sat at the summit ofall creation, partaking in languid ease of the fruits of our labor. ‘To relate here the success of our last year would be superfluous. [hey are indelibly committed to memory. Suffice to say, we proved ourselves true to the highest traditions of our beloved school as well as to our own ideals. In the course of human destiny we encounter cross-roads. We must leave behind those things which we have learned to love, and strike out on the long trail. Iver the old must be discarded for the new, and even so must the Class of ’25 be scattered in accordance with the inevitable law of change. Yet always in our hearts we'll keep a wee small place for golden memories of those days we spent together as Marshallites and comrades. The spirit of the English race sounds forth its clarion call to duty in these words of Rudyard Kipling: “Go to your work and be strong, halting not in your ways, Balking the end half-won for an instant dole of praise. Stand to your work dnd be wise—certain of sword and pen— Who are neither children nor gods but men in a world of men.” 28 (RouscE una EnaeE Che WBarshallite sca vsusve ce ECURAy

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[DECEIT POPOL OOO popoyoyvone, The Si (5) arsh a] lite PUPCPCL OC OPOVO OPO OPO History of the Senior Class “Beneath the deep veranda’s shade, When bats begin to fly, I sit me down and watch—alas !— Another evening die. Blood-red behind the sere ferash She rises through the haze. Sainted Diana! can that be The Moon of other days?” VERY wise man, on being asked what thing he considered most valuable in this life, answered, ‘‘Memories.’’ Each of us has his sweet and his bitter memories, and all are valu- able. The pleasant ones are, however, those we treasure most. It is in this spirit that I shall attempt to inscribe the caasas! history of the Class of ’25 and immortalize its memories. A backward look, through four long and eventful years, finds an ex- pectant group of prospective Marshallites entering, for the first time, the portals of the grand old school which they were soon to love so dearly. Insignificance being our ‘‘coup de grace,’ we were wisely content to keep in the shadows the greater part of our first term. However, we did manage to emerge far enough to stage a delectable little party at Bryan Park. One defect marred our escapade; namely, the astonishing paucity of bull-frog steaks, due to the inherent moisture of the atmosphere. It was too wet for mere amphibians, ducks, and tadpoles; but not even damp to our fresh natures. Having successfully conquered both elements and “hot dogs,” we made plans for a candy-pull in the near future. We “‘pulled” the party off all right, but not the candy! Actually that party took up six weeks of our most valuable time: one night to pull the party; the rest to pull the candy from our persons and possessions. With high hopes of a speedy termination of our erstwhile troubles, we began our sophomore year. We started out to accomplish great things. Sad to relate, we didn’t! We were just at the stage where one learns that he doesn’t know all he thinks he does. The remainder of the term was spent in patching up the bruises inflicted by the invincible four-man foot- ball team—Latin, history, English, and math. Science refereed the game! Let me tell you, it’s a hard life! Aha! above the horizon shone the first gleam of dawn. Emerging victorious from the set-to with our Nemesis, Latin, we took stock of our assets and liabilities and really began to make things hum. Stacking the A A AN A A AA NA Naa IN CO INEIYOCYEIENa@C TaN VaCaaivarvarnarivar WOO OOM OO OOOO INTO NTT OEIC CMEC UEC SUC NEY i LOTTOTUONON NTI OOUITE 20

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TT “TY Th aa 8 2 en TORUTOTOTD rx 2 = NORMA ADAMS Some win by beauty and some by grace, And some by brain, so they say; But Norma’s art to win every heart Is her winning, winsome way. Spinsters’ Club. ST. JOHN ARMSTRONG He’s a jolly good fellow, As no one can deny. We'll never forget his cheery smile, And the twinkle in his eye. Track Team. Athletic Association. MARY ANDREWS A rainbow in the storms of life— An evening beam that smiles the clouds away And tints tomorrow with a gladdening ray ! RICHARD ALVEY Laughing, peppy, cherry and gay, His kindness brushes the shadows away— Banishes gloom and lets in the sun; If you want a good pal, Dick’s just the one. 29 TUT us The Marshallite soooouUsTIUE TUBBY 1 its LUT an Mut VTL LIL