Lawrenceville High School - Sentinel Yearbook (Lawrenceville, VA)

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■X ' Krr Wi- period. Miss Treakle, Mrs. Nelson, and Mr. Settle put out a copy of the Bow-Wow” and had class meetings while we dogs argued. You would have thought we were kittens instead of dogs the way we got all balled up in crepe paper while we were decorating for the Junior-Senior, but that night the blue lights and pine trees made our dog house look really romantic. We must have been good our junior year, judging by the juicy bones Mr. Settle gave us in the form of ten cent candy bars at Christmas, his new recipe for salted peanuts at the Junior-Senior, and cokes during English exams. That was the year of our great sports triumphs, and we little dogs were proud to have some building heroes in our midst. Tommy Witten and Gene Thomas made a good showing for the L. H. S. kennels in contests and at Boys’ State. We were sure by the end of our Junior year the doghouse couldn’t get along without us. gssiis And now we are Seniors — the Big Dogs of Lawrenceville. We really took over the place, becoming the barkers” in all the clubs. The Tri-Hi-Y set out to find which of the teachers had been the cutest puppy. Beryl was chosen as the best specimen of doghood in a contest sponsored by the Beta Club. The Senior girls really triumphed in basketball, and Gene Hartsell was given a trophy for being the most valuable Bulldog in football. The big success of the year in our doggish world was the Senior Play. We caused our Senior trainers a lot of worry when the cast went to parties in its honor instead of studying the lines of Our Girls”, but we took in loads of money and were told the next day that our play was the talk of the town. Our Bow-Wows” have got praise, too, even though Mrs. Jones and Mrs. Currin have had to give some help in the last minute rushes. The annual dead-line gave us a scare and we had to work like the dogs that we are. But somehow we have managed to get through our last year in the doghouse. Now we are leaving the kennels, but we’ll always remember our dog house days with pleasure. Dog-gone-it! We’r down-right sorry to leave.

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Kennel Kapers of the Klass of 30 At last we were in the doghouse, and there never was a more scared bunch of pups. We were scared of that awful creature that the brave old dogs called Fessor’; we were scared of the trainers; we were scared of all the big dogs; and we were scared of the other puppies from Lawrenceville, Charhe j Jope. Ebony, Valentine, Dolphin and Brodnax. Soon though our special trainers. Miss Hawthorne, Miss Lowery, and Mrs. Witten, got us started, and we settled down to work as the freshman pups of L. H. S. We went for a run to Richmond and Williamsburg; we started a stage curtain fund; we had a picnic; some of us even managed to join the Latin Club, Library Club and 4-H Club, and then all of a sudden we were the big sophomore pups. As big puppies we were allowed to run about the kennel, and we took advantage of the opportunity. We found out that being chained up in de- tention hall wasn’t so bad, and we really gave Miss Lashley, Miss Powell, and Mr. Darden a time with our fights. Some of the female pups joined the newly organized A. A. and made lots of money at the Saturday night parties. The feminine pups started taking Home Ec. and joined the F. H. A. and the males joined the F. F. A. and the forces of the fighting Bulldogs. The person we had so respectfully called Mr. Jones our freshman year, we got up nerve enough to call Fessor.” We thought we were really hotdogs”, but an occasional nip or growl from the big dogs reminded us that we still had a long way to go. Our Junior year we began to howl for some recognition, and we began our training as leaders when we were inducted with ceremony into the Beta Club, the Tri-Hi-Y and Hi-Y. We found out again what it was to be scared in Coach Lusardi’s math classes; we discussed everything from clauses to communism in Mr. Settle’s English class; Mrs. Jones listened to our whinings and troubles in Spanish and history classes and we got into trouble at activity sic. V ' y-2 A, t. ' H til. '

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Sponsors — Miss Frances Treakle, Miss Grace Mallory, Mr. C. R. Wainman. lUNlORS Jimmy Northington — President: Bobby Jones — Vice-President; Joan Darden — Secre- tary; Mary Virginia Currin — Treasurer Row One — Frank Meredith Baker, Charles Barnes, Bessie Bennett, Virginia Ann Brewer. Row Two — Wilbur W. Brockwell, Jr., Fred Browder, Charles Lundy Clary, Nancy Lee Clary, Willie Walter Clary, Jr., Mary Viginia Currin. Row Three — Frances Daniel, Joan Darden, Albertis Drummond, Lucille Edwards, Mabel Ann Evans, William Hammack. Row Four — Carter Harris, Helen Paige Harrison, Reid Hartsell, Elsie Hawkins, Peggy Joyce Hedrick, Sammie Horne. Row Five — Ruth Johnson, Belle Jones, Charlena Jones, Harry Jones, Lucy Jones, Bobby Jones. 20