Lexington High School - Crystal Yearbook (Lexington, VA)

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The Crystal Boll We came like the wind, and like the water we go. Mustering all the mental facilities procured in our sojourn at Ruffner, we armed ourselves for the anticipated struggle of ,43. Struggle did I say?-Blitz is more appropriate. The only hitch', in the suggestion that we give each Freshman a detailed blueprint of the High School md an accurate compass, is that it would deprive the seniors of the giggle-provoking memories of confusion upon becoming members of the elite Four Hundred of L. H. Sf, Some may have considered the Class of '46 a jinx, but in our estimation we were inspirational to reform. With the gust that swept us in, came the new institution of physical education, which our teachers vowed would be the veritable vitamin pill to perk up our emaciated physiques. The courageous instructors consisted of the faculty en massef, Oh, sweet memoriesAthose invigorating hikes down Ross Road, Miss Hamilton's snazzy anklets and Mrs. Tardy's fascinator. Since We're enjoying our thoughts CI hopej about 'work-outs,' how about those rugged sessions with Mr. Horton? Remember when that beloved 'jeu d,esprit,' while trying futilely to teach his future Einsteins, would suddenly be struck with the revelation that the hair of his star pupil CM. W. Tyree, or was it Boots Howland D had acquired the 77 same trait of a chameleon? Speaking of beloved teachers, in ,43 the key to our hearts was borrowed for keeps by Mrs. I aw, who, with her helpfulness, has enriched our memories with her Latin assembly programs and the successful Information Please with the civics students as contestants and D. VVhite as M. C. It seems as though the Latin teachers have really taught us the meaning of 631110, amas, amat, in reference to them, for the key to another entrance of our hearts has gone astray and the possessor is-one guess! It was through Miss Hamilton's sponsorship that we Freshmen, by portraying scientists, were famous for a dayfSnider and Marr made nice Koolls penguins. CNO offenseiremember that assembly program, Guess Wholvj Ah, life was fun but not all happy-go-lucky, for that year we first put our finger in the pie of L. H. S.'s government by electing Edwin Gaines as our president and jane Moore and George Lauderdale as our able representatives for the Executive Committee. And so we left our first star behind, as we mounted to a higher one as a stepping stone in our trek to our final constellation. We faced the year 1944 with a more daring attitude for is it altitude, since we were walking on clouds now that we were sophomores ?Q With the new semester we greeted new teachers, Miss Morrison and Mr. Farrar, who were brave enough to undertake the task of our Biceps-Builders, and in whom we found unceasing air and encouragement. And we will never forget the way our faces, saddened by the loss l14l

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Closs Will of l946 I, Ann Allen, leave my love for horses of any kind to Janie Ayers. I, Bill Borthwick, will my desk, on which he has already made his marks, to Bill Bean. I, Helen Bounds, bequeath my love for V. M. I. and West Point to Martha Childress. I, Lillian Carter, will my Sunday night jaunts to the Staten to Elizabeth Hess. I, Louise Clark, bequeath all my love letters from Mac to Puttey Tat.', I, Helen Cooper, leave my quietness to Annie Ruley. I, Frank Davidson, will my good excuse Cmilking a cowj to Stuart Moore. I, Sara Lee Freeman, bequeath my 25d box of Henna to Woody Black. I, Helen Ganas, leave my love for dates with all the trimmings to Anna Hileman. I, Louise Goodman, will my books to my sister, Edithe. I, Mary Hostetter, will my seat in shorthand class to Betty McKemy. I, Robert Humphris, leave my free ridesv in the little blue Ford to anyone who is sucker enough to give them. I, Donnie Iannuzzi, bequeath my nickname Skinooski to my sister, Annette. I, Frances Kirby, will my blond hair to Thalia Macheras. I, George Lauderdale, leave my ability for handling speeding autos and my leadfoot to Jake Carter. I, Alleene Lawhorn, bequeath my diamond ring to the next L. H. S. gal who finds her O. A. O. I, Kenneth Lamb, leave my questions in Mechanical Drawing to Bobby Poston I, Helen Lawhorn, will my happy-go-lucky way to Marjorie Ruble. I, Johnny Macheras, leave my L. H. S. dates to Doot,' Agnor. I, Frances Marr, bequeath my Southern drawl to Sally Christen. I, Johnny Prat Mason, bequeath my driving ability to Frosty Downey. I, Jane Moore, will my copper wire' to K. A. T.'s next physics class. I, Marjorie McNeil, leave my serenity to Pat Hubert. I, Eldridge Pultz, bequeath my mayorship in Skull Canyonv to Scotty Huger. I, Leonard Sachs, will my intellectual curiosity and wit to Guy Agnor. I, Betty Shaner, bequeath my past experiences to Joan Moses. I, W. M. Showalter, leave my good build to Ralph L. Hostetter. I, Henry Snider, will my log book to Miss F.lliott's future chemistry class. I, James Spencer, bequeath that extra seat in my car to the person who is little enough to squeeze in. I, Mary Blanche Tharpe, leave my five feet, six inches to Dot Showalter. I, Edwin P. Twombly, will my athletic ability to Clovis Baker. I, Ruth Wilhelm, will my bicycle to Annie Mae Smith. WITNESSES: HENRY SNIDER FRANCES MARR ' GEORGE LAUDERDALE MARY BLANCHE THARPE SARA LEE FREEMAN JANE MOORE l13l

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of Mr. Waddell, lighted up when our first assembly was opened by our handsome new principal! CStop sighing, gals, youill make him blush.j The proverb the older they get the bolder they are held true to form, for it was the sophomores who were cutting a rugn at the dances. And why were the bond sales and the operetta, Pinafore, such a success? Because of the sophomores! COf course, these opinions are definitely bigottedj Another reform Cnot the change from the back booth in the State to the OakesD was incurred when the Honor Court was separated from the Executive Committee. To latter we chose Lois Velte and Bobby Humphris, as representatives, and to the former, Eloise Knox and Johnny Macheras. Class President-another red head and another Davidson. Fording the on-rushing river of knowledge we, in our canoe of determination, resolved to do our best as Juniors. With Bobby Humphris as president, Eloise Knox as vice presi- dent, Kenneth Sensabaugh and Lou Moore as executive committeemen, and George Lauder- dale and Lois Velte as members of the Honor Court, we tried hard to stay in our course. Again our now-experienced and leisure-loving selves were subjected to a changcf Activities Period on Wednesday. It seems too that we upper classmen have become fasci- nated by lower classmen, for examplefCSissy, do you dare me?J This was probably the result of fraternization during the Mikado and Stage Door rehearsals. It was the Class of '46, with the persuasion of Mrs. Page CM. W. Dunlapj who broke the precedent of giving the seniors a picnic by successfully throwing a Junior-Senior Party. Soft music-candle lighted tables-Humphris, famous soliloquy Ca hearty coughjiMrs. Boykin's graceful waltzing-our minds sentimentally turned to the expectations of re- freshments. Well, it seems as though we didn't get our toes wet, and we're ready to take our de- ceivingly burdensome luggage under our arms and make our last stop at Lexington High School. Paging Class President Humphris, Student Body President George Lauderdale, Executives White and Marr, Honor Councilmen Pultz and McNeill With the strains of Auld Lang Syne growing louder, it is hard for us to recall the best days of our senior year. We can't forget the confusing change of recess-the arrival of new teachers: Mrs. Bishop, Miss Stagg, Mrs. Hill, Miss Clement, another brave charac- ter, and the return of Mr. Lynch. CMore keys lost but we're a big-hearted classj-added two more Lotharios to the role, J, Pf' and K. Lamb-noise in the cafeteria CHOW we did complain-all in funlj-Richmond trip to the General Assembly-May Day-We have all this to delight us in retrospection! So we, the Class of 1946, have tasted a comparatively small morsel of life-the bitter of exams and the sweet of vacation romances, we have drunk the milk of human kind- nessn of our teachers, and now we're ready to put aside our lethargic dreams, take up our staff and climb the misty paths of our future. SARA LEE FREEMAN I 15 l