Lexington High School - Crystal Yearbook (Lexington, VA)

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Class Will of 19.50 I, Pat Alexander, bequeath my gray Ford to anyone willing to bring next year’s president to school every morning. I, Buddy Bare, bequeath five aces to Frank Wiggins. I, Jimmie Beard, bequeath my trips to Bedford and other places of interest to Stanley Canfield. I, Mae Beeton, bequeath my love for “North” to Jo Ann Shields. I, Leland Bell, bequeath my physics book to anyone who thinks he can learn anything out of it. I, Pauline Bennington, bequeath my cubby holes in the lower hall to Anne Fix. I, Buddy Childress, will to Roy Entsminger my car for his numerous dates. I, Kenton Chittum, bequeath my ability of working in shop (and doing fairly well) to anyone who can’t do as well. I, Rector Engleman, will my ability to work Plain Geometry to Tommy Agnor. I, Lurty Fifer, bequeath my ability to catch passes to Stanley Canfield. I, John Douglas Pitts Fuller, bequeath all this and Jr., too, to James “Fenimore” Pullen. I, Edithe Goodman, will my ability to play basketball to Shirley Totten. I, Gwendolyn Harlow, bequeath all my senior books to Mary Ann Rowsey. I, James Harris, bequeath my second, third and fourth-year English books to Allan Hostetter. I, Lucille Harris, bequeath my big blue eyes to Allan Hostetter. I, Julia Hedgepeth, bequeath my basement parties to anyone who likes to clean up after them. I, Billy Hollis, bequeath my private pool table to Ronald Jordan. I, Harvey Hotinger, bequeath my two years of Plane Geometry to Jim Tardy. I, Patricia Hubert, bequeath my natural ability to keep out of trouble to Joan Dod, who is having such a difficult time behaving. I, Mary Ann Huffman, bequeath my five years of happiness and thrilling adventures on Fred’s bus to future bus riders. I, Virginia Iannuzzi, bequeath my inherited nickname, “Skinooski,’ and my present one, “Inezzi,” to my sisters, Grace and Lucy. I, Charles Johnson, bequeath my favorite cue stick to another upcoming “shark,” Chuck Ritchey. I, Irene Johnson, bequeath my hymn playing in assembly to anyone who wants the responsibility and likes to get out of home room early.

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(especially of the Home Ec girls) which resulted in a huge success. Our officers who led us through a never-to-be-forgotten year were: Harry Lewis, President; Buddy Bare, Vice President, and Pat Alexander, Secretary-Treasurer. Edithe Goodman and Billy Kesler served on the Honor Court. But then we also had higher officers, namely Julia Hedgepeth and Virginia Iannuzzi, serving, respectively, as Secretary-Treasurer and Vice President of the Student Body. Even though we lost Edith White, Betty Markaritis and Bobby Paxton this year, we proudly took in Sonny Lackmann and Pat Alexander. “There's a Great Day a-Comin’” rang through our minds as we entered the Senior Class. With anticipations of a wonderful year, we elected Edithe Goodman as Class President, Arden Locher as Vice President and “Red” Lewis as Secretary-Treasurer. Serving on the Honor Court for our class were: Buddy Bare, Harry Lewis and Sonny Lackmann. Lurty Fifer became our capable Student Body President and Jimmie Beard our Secretary-Treasurer of the Student Body, so we were again well represented. This was really our biggest year—the twenty-fifth anniversary of the CRYSTAL; those million and one parties at Julie’s and Arden’s; Irene Johnson still playing in assemblies; the ScarLetter in its fourth edition, with Jean Ragan as its Editor (who with Ida Lee Lauck skipped the Junior year and joined the Class of 50); again those memorable assembly programs. With the Class of ‘50 gone, L. H. S. will suffer many losses—the football team: Fifer, Hollis, Tardy, Rowsey, Bare and Pennick; the girls’ basketball team: Ragan, Hubert, Hedgepeth, Locher and Goodman; and Cheerleaders Hubert, Lackey, Spencer, Alexander, Ragen and Hedgepeth. What will shop be like without Joe Swink, Rector Engleman, or Kenton Chittum or F. H. A. without Gwen Harlow, Mary Ann Huffman, Polly Bennington and Lucille Harris? Won't the teachers miss our chuckling “Chick,” our provocative Law and witty Willis, and our brains, Lackmann, Bare, Locher and Jannuzzi? Our Class was a well-rounded one with personality, brains, athletic ability, leadership and spirit. With “Auld Lang Syne” ringing through our minds, we, the Class of 50, wish to express our appreciation and gratitude to the teachers for their ever-ready guidance, their understanding, their friendly companionship and, most of all, their sincere desire to help and lead us in the right way. To Miss Hamilton, whose stiff classes we at first dreaded and then really appreciated, we want to leave the wish that she will remember our good points and overlook our bad grammar; to Mr. Thompson, a lot of appreciation for the practical side to mathematics and the hope that he will not find out our math grades in college; to Mrs. Boykin, a new staff of effic ient librarians to straighten out the mess we made when writing our thesis, and a lot of thanks for her untiring help; to Miss Morrison, the thought that we will never forget the sweet, gentle manner toward us and all her undescribable guidance; to Mr. Brockwell, a group of Seniors that will have as much initiative as our class to have a successful Student Body government. To put it mildly these have been the “Best Years of Our Lives,” and with sad hearts we bid “Adieu” to Lexington High and reluctantly give up the privilege of being a student within its halls. if 21

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I, Billy Kesler, bequeath my musical ability to my brother, Jim, and Reese Nicely. I, Caroline Lackey, bequeath my Sunday night excursions to Dora Mae Robinson. I, Cynthia Lackey, bequeath my love for French to Miss Hamilton. I, Tommy Lackey, bequeath my trips to Buena Vista to anyone who is fool enough to make them. I, Sonny Lackmann, bequeath my five feet ten inches of height to Keith James. I, Ida Lee Lauck, bequeath my boisterous personality to the silent, reserved type, namely Anne Fix. I, Charles Law, bequeath my excellent grades and love for Latin to Jimmy Pullen. I, Billy Lewis, bequeath my love for Miss Hamilton to Peggy Ann Harlow. I, Harry Lewis, bequeath my Solid Geometry book to anyone who likes to study. I, Arden Locher, bequeath my love for good parties (a la Sunset Hill) to my little brother, George. I, Nancy Mohler, bequeath my nickname, “Leadpants,’ to anyone good-natured enough to stand Miss Grant’s nagging. I, Tommy McNemar, bequeath my interest in Cicero and Virgil to Lucy Coates. I, Allen Penick, bequeath all my golf clubs to Artie Eisler. I, Jean Ragan, bequeath my ability to drive to Jane Bailey. I, Willis Rowsey, bequeath my seat in the office to Artie Eisler. I, Anne Smiley, will my ability to hand in six pages of shorthand every day to any- one who has the time and pencils to do so. I, Nancy Spencer, bequeath my fickle heart to “Pooh” Rayder who finds one love so hard to handle. I, Joe Swink, bequeath my Industrial Art talents to Bill Bailey. I, Sam Tardy, bequeath my athletic ability to Chuck Ritchey and a carton of Pine- hursts to all those cigarette boys, Reid, Johnson, Eisler and Hollis. I, Mary Sue Weeks, bequeath my absent excuses to anyone who needs them. I, Melvin Wiggins, bequeath my green necktie with the zebras in it, to Mr. Samples. I, Jean Anne Young, bequeath my love (?) for L. H. S. to Helen Rae Dunn. i 23.1