Lexington High School - Crystal Yearbook (Lexington, VA)

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the terrified females as they were threatened with continuous duckings by their gallant (?) escort. Nevertheless, we reached home late that night (and we do mean late) tired but happy. It seemed as if we were always saying good-byes. That spring we sorrowfully gave up Mr. Lynch to the Navy and as sorrowfully said good-bye to to Mrs. Alorrison and IMr. Horton — to say nothing of Mr. Waddell! The term terminated (and how!) with an all-night party at the Pine Room — a Senior party with Juniors galore. And now we’re Seniors! After giving up several boys to Uncle Sam and several girls to matri- mony, we remain the smallest Senior Class for many, many years. This year we welcomed Air. Bell as our new principal and Aliss Morrison and Air. Farrar (better known as “Coach”) as teachers. After moving our Senior “headquarters” upstairs to be under Aliss Elliott’s supervision, we elected Julia Smith as president of the class and Virginia Lackey and Frank Harris as representatives on the Executive Committee. (Due to circumstances beyond our control — the Navy wanted him — Frank Harris was later replaced by Calvin Alford.) In January, the student body decided that student government could function more efficiently with two houses, so, after due consideration, an Honor Court was established and Alary Sue Grosso and Earle Lawhorne were sent to represent us on this body. When school opened in the fall, we w ' ere dismayed by the discovery that physical education would take up a whole period — leaving us no study halls to skip! (But we submitted peacefully when informed that it was good for our “figgers”.) Following an era of Aloron jokes (everyone had to know what this little Aloron said to that little Aloron), loud plaid shirts, and “right tricky” little bow ties (Air. Bell’s was extraordinarily tricky), “Pistol Packing Alama” came in with a “BANG” and the halls continually resounded with lusty snatches of “Lay that pistol down. Babe.” Its merits were quickl y discovered by the “jitterbugs,” and those jiving jamborees at the Pine Room began anew. Naturally, ball games continued as our favorite form of entertainment, and the spirited football fans of L. H. S. in some way (and in some quite mysterious ways) managed to see almost all of the games. We hear that “Coach” saw “red” after the Clifton game — or was it red and white? Ah-h, we’ll always wonder — and so will “Coach”! ! Christmas came and went in a whirl of good times — dances, parties, midnight movies, and — the “Big Oak” is a lovely tree, isn’t it? Recuperating from this hilarious holiday, the Senior class settled down sufficiently to undergo the ordeal of mid-term exams, but not for long! Alysterious sounds began to issue from the portals of the Senior domain, and a passerby might catch brief phrases such as, “ Lend me a penny,” or “Oh, I wonV ' (In due respect for her, we might add that Aliss Elliott was not an accomplice to these “sounds” and was entirely unaware of their presence — we hope.) “Mada- moiselle” was also tres surprised to enter her peaceful (1) home room one day and find a desk heartlessly shoved into the closet — and her “petit cherubins” looking so innocent. Time and events are marching onward. Latture has at last been outwitted (and by a “Alink” at that) — our genious Jane is also being entranced by these little “animals” (the rest of the girls are entranced, period) — the boys’ chief interest (well, almost) seems to be the corner of Nelson and Lee (is that right. Pickle?) — the Seniors are braving cold winds and the dangers of being shot in order to attain some treasured snapshots (they say they’re for the Crystal — and, as we go to press, “Alairzy Doates” and plans for future good times, as well as serious plans, are occupying the minds of every Senior. ( 19 )

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SENIOR CLASS HISTORY High School! Those were big words ’way back in 1940 when we were so little. Remember.? Almost before we knew what was going on we had elected that tall, good-looking “Alack” Kirk- patrick as president of our class, but we had to wait until January (by then we were better informed about high school in general) to send Virginia Lackey and Jimmie Shaner to represent us on the Executive Committee. Things happened fast and furiously around here in those days, and, although we may have been small, we managed to keep just as late hours (and in the same places) as the lordly seniors. Oh, we were always there — fun-loving and mischievous — whether it was in our own special corner of the dance floor, drinking “hard” cider at “Duck’s” during intermission, cheering at the ball games, or just gossiping in the halls about anything and everything. Almost any day some little freshman girl could be seen gazing dreamily at some unobtainable senior boy or exchanging notes and whispers as they passed in the halls, especially the members of that mys- terious “ Hero Club.” It was with regret that we watched the approach of spring (spring.? Brr-ing — was that a bird or an alarm clock?) because with spring came exams and Air. Harlow’s departure. We missed him a lot, didn’t we, Ada? But September always comes again, and with it came the Freshman class — but no, now we’re veterans — the brave and self-confident Sophomores. Well, Sophomores, anyway. That year Dana Shelley was our class president and we sent Julia Smith and Blinks Clarkson to represent us on the Executive Committee. A busy year.? Well, naturally. We cheered our basket ball team on to the District Championship and “Footnote” AIcDowell managed to play some very good basket ball, despite his strenuous work trying to outwit Latture. {Did he outwit Latture, Susie?) With the Japanese attack upon Pearl Harbor, “A ' oung America Wants to Help” clubs sprang up and the younger generation of Lexington began to help win the war. Combining business with pleasure, we managed a dance every week-end, and the Pine Room — low lights (ahh!) — the “Chattanooga Choo-Choo” — cake walks — Steve’s hamburgers — and “Duck’s” midnight version of “Auld Lang Syne” are now only delightful memories — September again! Why, what happened to us.? Alost of the boys left for prep school, but with several new additions to our class we managed to carry on. Virginia Lackey was elected class presi- dent, with Julia Smith and Blinks Clarkson continuing to serve on the Executive Committee. Although our social life was slightly diminished, it could not be extinguished, and dances and parties continued. At school we naturally missed “Pete” (especially the girls, didn’t we. Iris?), but the boys did very well under Air. Horton’s coaching and gave us some exciting moments at the ball games. We didn’t know whether or not to believe those wild stories issuing from the Alechanical Drawing room, but, judging from who was in there, we guess they must have been so. Spring again — and with it our contribution to the Senior’s “perfect life” — a Junior-Senior picnic. The long walk to the “Neck,” rain pouring down upon us, and sand in our food only tended to add “spice” to our ad- venture. (Air. Lynch’s jokes added even more! !) The girls in the party were favored with a daring ride in “Lawhorne’s Launch” and the boys were greatly entertained by the giggles and screams of I

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