Lexington High School - Crystal Yearbook (Lexington, VA)

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Semor Class Will I, Hampton Alford, bequeath my scraps with the “minks” to “Charlie” Morris. I, Wilson Bowyer, bequeath my athletic ability to F. D. Tardy. I, Vivian Buchanan, bequeath my love for “Johnny” Pratt Mason to Doris Nuckols. I, Alice Carroll, bequeath my love for Latin temere. I, Doris Carter, bequeath my exemption (?) on chemistry exams to Nina Sperka. I, Paul Chittum, bequeath my ability in Industrial Arts to my brother, Kenton Chittum. I, Charles Conner, bequeath my athletic ability to David Vleade. I, Barbara Crawford, bequeath my knowledge (. ) of atomic power to Albert Einstein. I, Raleigh Crist, bequeath my safety razor to Lowell Hamric. I, “Sissy” Davis, bequeath my beautiful (. ) basketball shoes to Martha Smith. I, Gordon Echols, bequeath my educated toe to Claude Hamric. I, Joe Eisler, bequeath my naturally blond hair to the two peroxides, Don Leech and Steve Dod. I, Beatrice Hartless, bequeath my typing ability to Charlotte Wilson. I, Josephine Hotinger, bequeath my love for V. P. I. to Carolyn Lackey. I, Martha Lauderdale, bequeath the job of upholding Houston Street’s good name to Jane and Martha Hickman. I, Edward Loving, bequeath my favorite desk in Mr. Thompson’s room to Charles Simpson. I, Stuart Moore, bequeath a round-trip ticket to the “Boat Lock” to Scott Huger. I, Frances Morton, bequeath my irgil pony to Tommy McNemar when he has need of it. I, Bobby AIcCormick, bequeath my bicycle to Lee Boyd. I, Hunter McCoy, bequeath my a bility to pass fourth-year English to Charles Hays- lett. I, John AIcDowell, bequeath my “skunk hunting” ability to Tommy Baker. I, Billy McNemar, bequeath my ability “to run the mile” to Jack Fuller. I, Sam Patton, bequeath my cranky car to Bill Wray. I, Raynell Pope, bequeath all my good times at L. H. S. and many more to my sister, Shirley. I, Ruth Ruley, bequeath my basketball ability to anybody who is willing to stay after school and practice. I, Leah Belle Sachs, bequeath my height to Julia Ann Hedgepeth. I, Burnett Sensabaugh, bequeath my physics book to Mr. Thompson’s ’48 physics class. I, Ann Shaner, bequeath my rides home from basketball games to Irene Johnson. I, Dot Showalter, bequeath my interrupted dates (. ) to Harriet Alford. I, Danny Snider, bequeath my questions in physics class to Pooley Hubert. I, Lewis Sperka, bequeath my job in the Crystal store to Jimmy Eads. I, Helen Tilson, bequeath my love for horses to Patty Price. I, Alary Troxell, bequeath my love (?) for the school bus to Louise Conner. I, William Zollman, bequeath my knowledge of females to any boys who plan to be hermits.

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However carefree we seemed, we were deeply distressed over the death of Miss Elliott who had been our guiding light in all our affairs, whether scholastic or spiritual. That year the first triumvirate was formed in the office with Miss Hamilton, Mr. Brubaker, and Mr. Thompson at the controls. Joe Eisler became our President, serving with Alice Carroll on the Honor Court, “Dot” Showalter and Lewis Sperka were our spokesmen on the efficient Executive Com- mittee. The main event of the year was our playing host to the Seniors at a mighty banquet and dance. That summer we sent representatives to Girls’ and Boys’ State. Alice Carroll went to Radford, and Joe Eisler, William Zollman, and Lewis Sperka frequented the campus of V. P. I. Our finale has been triumphant! The spelunker and author, Stuart Moore, has been a wonderful Student Body President. Again Joe Eisler has been our Class President with the assistance of “Charlie” Conner. Mr. Brockwell, our new principal, not only brought alentine St. Augustine to L. H. S. but also a bevy of beautiful teachers — Misses Davis, Driver, Wilson, Cooke and Dunlap. The ScarLetter has been very successfully edited by Helen Tilson and her efficient helpers. Remember the wonderful game with Buena ista! . . . New football letters to our heroes . . . the Homecoming dance . . . Golly, what memories! hat times we’ve had under Mr. Thompson! It’s really not so easy to be so stupid! But if the Senator will keep on talking, we’ll be safe. As we sign our Crystals, which “Dot” Showalter has so successfully edited, we realize the day and the hour are here when we shall receive our diplomas. No longer will our teachers be with us to guide and encourage us in our efforts. Never shall we forget the loving memories we cherish and claim from L. H. S. Gee whiz, “Auld Lang Syne” is a mighty sad song. In the years to come the fun and frolic coming from the class of ’48 will ring in our ears, and smiles will return when we recall our days of supreme happiness at Lexington High School. Long may it live! Motto: They conquer zvho believe they can Flower: Gardenia

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