Lawrenceville High School - Sentinel Yearbook (Lawrenceville, VA)

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THE LONG TRAIL Continued Be that as it may, there are some things which we shall remember long atter we have forgotten the valance of sodium or the square root of three. Some day when we are old and grey, we will recall that Lawrenceville had a fine football team when we were seniors, and that in the fall of ’47, Palmer Peebles, Pete Parrish, and those Gibson boys played some first rate football. The mem- bers of the Bow Wow Staff may even chuckle when they think of the struggles they had printing the paper until they persuaded the class to help finance a new mimeograph machine. Well remember how the crepe paper got all tangled up when were decorating for the Junior-Senior Reception, and the cast will probably never forget the opening night of the Senior Play. Yes, well remember all these things and many more that really went to make our high school days complete. Years from now we may open our high school annual and as we scan its pages, the pictures will bring to mind many people we knew and many things we did. Someone may even be heard to say, “The years I spent in high school were the best years of my life.” Through the doors of L. H. S. We came so fresh and green, And though we thought we were the best, The Seniors were supreme. Our Freshman year was stiff and hard, And we soon became aware, That if we did not study, Next year wed still be there! As Sophomores we'd learned a lot, At least we thot we had, But exam. times rolled ‘round again, And we were all quite sad. Real hard we worked, and finally passed Anyway, this was a baby’s year, But wed really paid a price. Next yearld be paradise! This Junior year, as I’ve been told, Is soft as it can be. Ya pass right through this Junior year, Never a book do ya see. You can look back on your first two years, As you straighten your tie a bit, And turn your nose up in the air, Itll give those kids a fit! Now weve reached the top of the list, Were the Seniors and the boss— With respect to only “Fessor” (And the faculty of “coss”). An open road before us, A hard-toiled one behind, Were the Seniors of L. H. S. And were as good as you can find!

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THE LONG TRAIL The class of 1948 has now reached its long awaited goal. We are dignified seniors. Due to the fact that I am one of that sedate group, I shall trv to re- frain from writing any witticisms or indulging in any frivolous statements not befitting my esteemed position. In my opinion we have been a quite normal class and have developed into quite normal seniors. Some people might be in- clined to disagree with me in this conclusion, so to settle the whole thing, suppose we take a brief glance into our past and permit you to judge for yourself. Many of us who are now seniors first became acquainted one fine Septem- ber morning in the year 1936, when we were first exposed to that notable in- stitution, grade school, the unavoidable fate of a child at the tender age of six. The warning words of older children had planted grave doubts in our minds as to whether or not we would particularly like this business of school. We soon formed our own opinion and decided that first year, that school was a cinch. This delusion was shattered, for all too soon we realized that school is not altogether fun and frolic as in our young innocence we had vainly imagined. Although the experiences of our first two years in school are rather dim in my memory, I’m sure we all worked diligently to learn our readin’ writin” and rithmetic, and I also believe that those two years were quite mild compared with the remaining five. As I have just intimated, our years in grade school were the most hectic that I can recall, and thinking back, I wonder how we ever lived through them. For aside from our struggles to absorb the fundamentals of history, math, and English, we seemed to spend a great many of our recesses in actual hand to hand combat, the boys versus the girls. The boys would chase the girls and the girls would chase the boys, and as I look back I see that, after all, we haven't changed much. Certain incidents and events during these years seem to stand out in my memory. For instance, the time Bob got stuck in the trash can, and the time Nan turned ssomersaults from the top of the school steps to the bottom and never even stopped running to groan or grin. I could just ramble on for pages telling you about the operetta, the May Day marches, the Five Point parades, the plays we gave while in Mrs. Jollys room, Miss Meredith’s choral club, and so on “ad infinitum.” But because no one saw fit to allot me pages on which to freely ramble, I shall now begin the saga of our years in high school. It was in the year 1944 that we first entered the hallowed halls of Lawrenceville High School. We were what Id consider a very typical group of freshmen. By typical, I mean a little thrilled, a little awed, and very much confused. I'm sure that more than one of us went innocently into third period class when we should have been in second and seeing our mistake, mumbled an embarrassed apology and dashed away to find the class where we belonged. Our freshman class was greatly enlarged and strengthened by recruits from all parts of the county; notably the communities of Gasburg, Valentine, Bruns- wick, Charlie Hope, Dolphin, Merchant, Smoky Ordinary, and last but not least, that thriving metropolis, Brodnax. These new recruits probably had early experiences similar to their Lawrenceville contemporaries, even though I've never heard the tull details. Our class has taken an active part in all the clubs of our school and, although I'm inclined to be slightly prejudiced, I think we have made some outstanding contributions in the field of sports. Of course, we all know that the primary purpose of going to school at all is to receive an education, and I firmly believe that we have absorbed as much information through the years as any other class. sf 14 }e—

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INDIAN GIVERS Sirtrinc—Lerr to Ricutr: Landon Short, Betsy Peterson, Chub Ogburn. STANDINGC—LEFT To Ricut: Bobby Clary, Mattie Gibson, Lacey Thompson, George Harri- son, Marian Jones. The Sentinel Staff, consisting of Landon Short, Editor-in-Chief; Lacey Thompson, Assistant Editor; Mattie Gibson, Business Manager; Marian Jones, Assistant Business Manager; Lois Brow- der, Photo Editor; Betsy Peterson, Art Editor; “Chub” Ogburn, Feature Editor; Bobby Clary, Circulation Manager; George Harrison, Advertising Manager; Marion Abernathy, “Jack of All Trades,’ Marlene Clary, Ann Jones, Harriette Newman, Thurma Hudson, Billy Jordan, Rebecca Inge, Alice Bailey, Typists, has endeavored to give a complete picture of Lawrence- ville High School for the school year of 1947-48. In carrying out the theme of the Indian Sentinel we hope we have provided a book which is both entertaining and informative. —4 16 }e—