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

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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

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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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All the king’s horses and all the king’s men The unusual silence Another shrieking siren and the silent big-eyed pupils go back we realize it is an air raid drill. seems to shout at us with its strangeness. to their studies. We trickle up to the auditorium and peep in through the dark curtained doors. Wonder upon wonder! There Oh, well, it’s just the rehearsal for the Senior Class play, ““The on the stage are a boy and a gal in a clinch. Importance of Being Earnest.” The machine shop is of particular importance in these trying days when so much emphasis is laid on mass production in factories. Boys prepare to aid their country by learning to take their place in industry in the future. The beautiful lighting of our stage has made each The beautiful lighting of tage | | | finance of Senior Class High Marshallite swell with pride as colors of just the right tone flit across the stage, establishing the mood of the play thereon presented. Students of electricity plan and operate the stage lighting and sound to gain experience for future success. Brilliant, eye-catching posters, soft, smooth-toned paintings, novel costume designs, or plans of buildings— The divisions, free hand art and mechanical drawing, have all are products of the Art Department. two long been the subject of admiration for the splendid products they turn out. We spring up the steps to the third floor. Sniff, sniff! What’s that delectable smell? Home Ee. girls and sample their goodies. They're learn- Let’s look in on the ing the way to a man’s heart, through his digestive tract. The curtain rises The awful truth