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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