Lane High School - Chain Yearbook (Charlottesville, VA)

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THE C II AIN 1 9 3 3 History of the Class of 33 Agnes Ramsey T HE Technocratic Union of ’33 has come from two main factories, Venable and Midway. The three hundred members met for the first time in 1929 to elect officers. Thu meeting was chaotic, despite the fact that our recent promotion should have increased our dignity. Claude Robertson and Frances Breeden were chosen president and vice-president, respectively; Mike Williams was selected secretary and treasurer. Our biggest event that year was the Fresh¬ man skit for Book Week. When September of 1930 brought us back to Lane after the three months of vacation that some forgotten group of scholarly Technocrats had gained by seizure innumerable years ago, we had become familiarized with our working mates, instructors, and the general regulations. We realized that certain channels of traffic were to be followed in going from one working room to another. We could complacently hear our new general manager, Mr. Sul fridge, deliver the traditional Freshman welcome. We could be condescending to our new fellow-workers, the Freshmen. The union meeting this year was more orderly. We elected J. Y. Brown, president, Jimmie Maupin, vice-president, Eleanor Burch, secretary, and Anne Lacy, treasurer. The Sophomore scene from “Penrod in Book Week assembly took the award and we felt justly proud that our histronic ability sur¬ passed that of the haughty Juniors and Seniors. Jeanette Petty was president of our Junior Union; Charles Evans, vice- president. Marjory Murch was our secretary and Fendol Carter, our treasurer. The real event of the first few months was the burial of Harrisonburg’s goat. The grandstands emptied as the employees of Lane rallied around the horse-drawn hearse. A more joyous funeral there never was. The Union presented “The Man Who Married a Dumb Wife. Amid the hilarious reception of the audience, the judges decided we best deserved the poster award. In April the Juniors and Seniors went to Washington. Such a trip! We visited this, that, and the other until we almost expired from exhaustion. The solemnity surrounding the gradua¬ tion gave us opportunity to remember that soon we, too, would be turned out into the world, “for better or for worse.” And now that we are Seniors, the old factory seems a protecting shadow against the future. We have tried to pack into these last nine months all those things which make pleasant memories. At the beginning of the school year we elected Union officers. The publication staff was appointed. Plans for a [unior- Senior prom were discussed and in February the prom was initiated successfully. A few weeks later the Juniors and Seniors went to Washington. Senior rings, invitations, the Baccalaureate sermon. Player’s Club play, and other events have starred this year’s calendar. Perhaps we may have some extraordinary occasion to recall our activities here; if so, our chief thought will be, “Thank you. Lane!” [ 29 ]

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l 9 3 3 r H E C II A I X Martha Elizabeth Williams Girls’ Glee Club, ’30-’33; Players’ Club, ’3o-’33; M. L. S., ’30-’33; Club Reporter Midway Student; Joke Editor The Chain. When Elizabeth gets into a wisecracking notion Her mouth is always in perpetual motion. Charles Kellogg Windes His future now is unexpressed— We leave his greatness to be guessed. Blake Baker Woodson M. L. S., ’29-’3i, Treasurer, ’31 - ' 32, Secretary, ' 32- ' 33; Reporter Midway Student, ’31 -’32, News Editor Mid¬ way Student, ' 32- ' 33; Treasurer Players’ Club, ’31 -’32; Boys’ Glee Club, ’3i-’32; Student Council, ’31; Editor- in-Chief The Chain; Editor-in-Chief Bumble Bee. As true as in days when swords were bright ' Round Arthur’s table—“A very gentil parfit knight.” Daniel Voter Boys’ Glee Club, ’3o-’33; M. L. S., ’30-’33; School Orchestra, ’29-’33; Cheer Leader, ’29-’33; Boys’ Hi-Y, 3 1 ■ 33 ; “C” Club, ’3 1 33 J Secretary, ' 32- ' 33; Sport Editor The Chain, ’32- ' 33; Football Letter, ’30-’32; Basketball Letter, ’30-’32; Track Squad, ’29-’3o; Track Letters, ’30-’3i; Basketball Squad, 32-’ 33; Baseball Squad, ’31-’32. Dan’s a musician and an actor of parts; He’s an athlete, too, and a breaker of hearts. [ 28 ]

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i i) :i :i T H K C H A I N A Page from the Diary of Robert Goldsten as Recorded by James H. Logan AUGUST 15, 1943 ct r I ' IODAY Jimmie and [ saw the fulfillment of our dreams when we com- pleted our audiovisor, the result of eight years of hard work. At exactly three-ten the last screw was tightened and the last wire con¬ nected. We stepped back with a sigh of satisfaction and surveyed our curious looking brain-child. Resembling a long cannon more than anything else, it contained a sheet of that peculiar metal known as Z, which acted in the capacity of fuel. Before that was a bank of vacuum tubes, from which ran several thousand wires to various parts of the machine. Only by using the detailed drawing was it possible for us to ascertain the purpose of each wire. For awhile we said nothing. In a few minutes we would connect the ’visor to our powerful generators and we would know whether or not our work had been in rain. If the machine was successful, we would be able to view and hear anything in the world we wished to by merely turning and aiming our instrument. We had discovered an alloy of metals, which when acted upon by great amounts of electricity, broke up into a gas that had the strange power of sending an invisible ray of reflected power out into space. We had found that the rav penetrated all materials known to mankind and allowed anyone at the source of the ray to see and hear what the opposite end of the ray was touching or passing through. The direction of the ray was determined by pivoting the whole machine, a turn of one-eighth of an inch causing a swing of one hundred miles for the end of the ray. Where the beam originated we had installed a large viewing screen and audition apparatus. Having finished this, we professed to be ready to give our machine a trial. I suggested that we should first view Niagara Falls and Jimmie agreeing, we switched on the current, watched the tubes begin to glow, fed the machine enough Z to send the ray the necessary number of miles, turned the instrument until the mouth pointed in the right direction, and waited. In a few moments a faint mistiness appeared on the screen. The scene cleared and we gazed dumbfoundedly at a small shack built near the base of the Falls, with a sign which proclaimed that two members of our ’33 graduating class of Lane High, Isabel Coston and Lois Herring had hot dogs for sale. Having discovered what two members of our graduating class were doing- ten years after, we decided to satisfy our curiosity and determine what the other graduates were doing by searching them out with our ray. It took us several weeks to complete the job, but the results were satisfying. [ 30 ]