Lovingston High School - Cycle Yearbook (Lovingston, VA)

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1—Margaret, Helen, Ruth. 2—Janet, Della. 3—Tarzan. 4—Janet. 5—Phyllis. 6—Joyce, Clyde. 7—Edna Mae. 8—Anne J. 9—Kathleen. 10—Beatrice. 11—Betty Mae, Margaret. 12—Ruth, Betty J. 13—Kathleen, Barbara. 14—Phyllis, Arleen. 13—Dot P. 16—Marian, Virginia. 17—Mrs. Harris. 18—Mildred. 19—Della, Helen. 20—Joyce. 21—Russell. 22—Clyde. 23—Linda H. 24—G. D. 25 —Kathleen, Phyllis. 26—Mary E., Patty. 27—J. B. 28—Betty M., and football team. 29—Mrs. Cox. 3 0—Betty M., Joyce. i ii y

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( 1 ) Cutest Russell Henderson Barbara Wood ( 2 ) Neatest Joyce Wood Billy Browning (3) Biggest Night Hawk Betty Forbes Clyde Harvey ( 4 ) Most Ambitious Edna Glover Donald Purvis (3) Best Athlete Barbara Wood Wilson Kidd ( 6 ) Most Romantic Ruth Campbell Marion Fields (7) Most Likely to Succeed Donald Purvis Betty Allen ( 8 ) Best All-Around Kathleen Gowen G. D. Wtit (9) Most Popular Russell Henderson Margaret Floyd ( 10 ) Biggest Baby Joyce Wood Marion Fields ( 11 ) Biggest Eater Betty Allen Nelson Goodwin ( 12 ) Laziest Betty Forbes Ray McKenzie

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Class Mlstory As graduation draws near, cur fancy turns to the days when we began that mystic process known as learnin’. Perhaps you would like to come with us as we once again go through our happy school days.” We entered the first grade wondering what it was all about, for this was an entirely new experience to us. We soon found out, though. We were required to say the alphabet backwards, count to one hundred by one, etc. Our learnin’ followed these lines until we reached the fourth grade. Here we learned that some years ago, a Negro preacher had proved conclustively that the earth was square. His argument ran something like this; The Bible say dat a angel stood at de fo’ kawners ob de earth. Now gem men, you tell me, if she is round where do she keep her kawners?” In the fifth grade we were joined by several boys from the dark and mysterious land of Tye River. We welcomed them to our ranks heartily, for they were fully schooled in the intricate art of making a teacher’s life thoroughly miserable. In the sixth grade we were somewhat awed by the fact that Saudi Arabia is one big blackberry pie, just oozing oil. It was here that the boys began to acquire respect and admiration for the girls who were quite relieved not to have their pigtails pulled or dipped in ink. In the seventh grade we discovered the potency of spitballs fired from rubber bands, tacks placed in seats, etc. Many a royal battle was fought with inner-tube cannons” and paper ammunition”; and many a vanquished warrior sat sadly at his desk during activity period, looking mournfully through the window, and writing, I must not shoot spitballs in school.” Then came that day which we had long awaited. We entered high school! The fact that the num¬ ber of our subjects was cut in half pleased us very much. In Mr. Atto’s General Science class we learn e( J r hat strato cumulus wasn’t something to eat and that we could cook up a batch of water by dumping together a little hydrogen and some oxygen. Re¬ member how much we learned about California by getting Mr. Atto to tell us about his recent trip in order to keep from having a test for which we h a d n ’t studied? And then there was Miss Somerville’s English class in which we were required to write one composition for each of the first four days of the w e ek and two on Friday, with book reports liberally sprinkled throughout. She also taught us how to kill ourselves in perfect safety. I’m sure that we will always remember those famous words of Mark Antony which Miss Somerville drilled into us. Quote: I didn’t come to flap my trap about the sap; I just want to plant the bum.” That is to say, most of us learned these things. Some, for one reason or another, seemed not to like r he idea of obtaining a little education—maybe it was the work involved—and they dropped out. The rest of us entered the ninth grade with quite a bit more knowledge than we possessed a year before (?) Though we thought we knew quite a bit, it seems that Miss Walker had a very low opinion of our mentality; anyway, she was always turning us back in Algebra., but what we couldn’t understand was why we went back to fifty when we had started on seventy-nine! We also acquired sufficient knowledge on the care, feeding, and intelligence of cats; and were surprised when Honeyboy became a proud mother!! In the biology class we learned that humans can’t reason and that dogs are more intelligent than most people. Most of us, by hook or crook, made the grade and moved another step up the ladder of knowledge. Of all the trying times we gave our teachers in our Junior year, Mr. Coco had the worst of all with his English Class. It seems that Wade Pugh had some difficulty remembering whether a prepo¬ sition is found in a turkey dinner or a prepositional phrase. This was the year that Ray McKenzie set an all-time record for the number of classes success¬ fully skipped. The greatest mishap of the year was the intervention of a female into Mr. Coincon’s all-male geometry class. Incidentally, it was he who taught us that a rhombus is a dilapidated square. We also learned from Mrs. Roberts the correct technique for typing sixty words per minute but when wc tried it, we came out with a score of minus sixty words per minute! We also learned how to strike five keys at the same time with only one finger. We found the typewriters have not yet reached perfection: even though a person types perfectly, the things will still make mistakes. Betty Mae and Barbara must have had some kind of understanding with theirs because they continually made high scores. (That’s girls for you. They will always find some way to get what they want.) All but a few of the class managed to be promoted. Becoming Seniors automatically gives one privileges not granted to others. We have the right to skip classes, forget” to do assignments, etc. We can stop working and coast through on what we have done in former years. What do we have to worry about, we can’t fail now. A few more months and we’ll be sitting on top of the world. Excuse me a moment. Some one handed me a letter. Let’s see what it is. Hmmm, some prep school. Must want to offer me a position as professor or something or other. What!! Would like very much to enroll you as a member of our freshman class of 195 2.” That fellow must not have hoard. I graduated from L. H. S. !!!!! Donald Purvis Billy Wood