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

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sweaters, scarfs, beanies, and other articles of clothing for the Red Cross, R. A. F., Army, Navy, and other organizations. This group includes not only high school girls, but their mothers, sisters, and friends. All of these receive their instruction from Miss Williams who encourages the mixture of knitting and Latin. Screams of madness break through the air. But don’t be disturbed—it’s only a future Barrymore rehearsing his Jines in Drama Class. This part of the English Department is probably the most popular one. The enthusiastic students study make-up, costuming, elocution, producing, and directing. Neatly stacked rows and rows of books— novels, biographies, reference books, ency- clopedias-—line the walls of our modern library. Efficiently arranged card cata- logues aid us to find out where the book we want is by referring to the author’s name, the name of the book, and the subject under which it falls. An empty feeling midway of our corpse reminds us it is time to dash down to the cafeteria for lunch. Joining the long line of eager students, we search the rows of tempting, steaming food to select a well- balanced meal. A cafeteria committee, another branch of the Student Association, supervises the conduct during lunch time and helps to keep the lunchroom shining clean. Behind the cafeteria, dietitians effi- Mr. Taylor Robinson Assistant Principal Mr. Floyd Fowlkes Miss Nellie Henson Assistant Principal Registrar Ce n’est pas la la dent! History in the making {13 }

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Buying for defense A visitor comes a-calling A DAY Al Si @ FeOrere No! No! A thousand times No! IGH attainments in cultural and business education, success in all publications, broken records in athletics, encouraged social activities in numerous school clubs—all these help John Mar- shall to maintain her position as one of the leading and most famous schools in the South. Hop on the bandwagon and join our tour around the halls of the alma mater of many famous Virginians. Just in case we (being only casual visitors) need help to find our way around, there is a reception desk right © ste Lis hia ma ve ’ smack in front of the door, with two . A beaming attendants to guide us around the school. This is one of the many services of the Student Association. Gazing with admiration at the splen- did paintings lining the front walls, we trickle on down the hall. Soon the musical clickity-clacks of numerous type- writers tapping at full speed tickle our eardrums. Future stenographers busily are practicing for their appearance in the field of business. Upstairs the clicking of needles and the monotone of Latin translation re- places the noise of the typewriters. Miss Mary Williams, Latin teacher, sponsors Merry Christmas to our disabled veterans a group of patriotic Americans who knit {12 }

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Rocking for health 11a} ciently plan and cook delicious foods in a clean, well-equipped kitchen. Recess over, we zoom up the steps on the Ninth Street side and tiptoe into the journalism class room. Although another class is going on in front of the room, Monocle staff members are poring over the next copy of the school paper in the back. Copy readers hastily examine the paper to make sure there are no grammati- cal errors, while reporters strive to get that story in before the deadline. Most of these workers flash a tiny gold Quill and Scroll to signify that they belong to this interna- tional journalistic society. Members of the staffs of THE MARSHALLITE and The Record also strive for the honor of belonging to this society. A loud siren!—and from hastily opened doors, students stream into the hall to stand at attention against the wall, away from the windows. We watch goggle-eyed; then a light flickers in our cerebrum and Merrily we sing Underground work