Montvale High School - Echo Yearbook (Montvale, VA)

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CLASS WILL To all those who need it, Junior Breedlove’s neatness. To Lucille Smith, Josephine McGuire’s ability to argue whenever the occasion presents itself. To Gladys Agee, Minta Overstreet’s gentle manners. To Ruby Key, with the hope that she uses it as he did, Rawlings Holdren’s attractive smile. To Nina Jones, Bill Johnson’s bashfulness. To Mae Bramblett, Vera Creasy’s many styles of hairdress. To Ruth Cad, Rachele Bowyer’s ability to go about her work in a business-like manner. To Lydia Newton, Lorraine Lancaster’s great love for her home, in which she has spent many of her school days this year. To Josephine Burkholder, Marvin Leftwich’s ability to grumble. To Ruby Foster, Rosie Tate’s sweet and gentle disposition. To Harold Obenchain aad Harold Kirk, the beautiful friendship which exists between Margaret Dooley and Lorraine King. To Glen Knighton, Eleanor Johnson’s conscientious work habits. To Bob Kincaid, who can probably use them, Myrtle Richard’s good grades. To Joe Brugh, the patience of Caulie Orange. To Marvin Kidd, Clarence Pattison’s ability to string along with the girls. To Frances Debusk, Ethel Foster’s sweet disposition. To Virginia Johnson, Alva Foster’s athletic ability. To Irene Waldron, Dot Cofer’s ability to stay on good terms with her teachers. To Rebecca Saunders and David Noell, the kind of friendship which exists between Constance Conrad and Paul Luck. To Catherine Ayers, who is very energetic, some of James Karnes’ ability to loaf. To Mata Mae Sublett, Wyona Johnson’s quiet dignity. To Jim Anderson, who still has hopes of winning her, Dot Burnette. To Claude Newman, Leon Dooley’s steadiness. To Nelson Cottrell, Nelson Holdren’s keen sense of humor, which should help him get out of tight places. To her favorite boy friend, Norma Smith’s beautiful brown eyes. To Billy Inge, Allan Pcllard’s position as assistant professor. To Buddy Thomas, Ellis Harris leaves his calm and peaceful attitude toward his classes. To Glenn Biggs, Duane Clingempeel leaves his splendid grades he received in Latin. To Kathleen Hawkins, Irene Wills leaves her ability of making people hear. To Emma Lodge, Doris Foster leaves her ability of making friends. To Gladys Dooley, Eugene Spencer’s witty ways. To Bob Edwards, Hazel Secrest’s babyish ways. To Louise Noell, Beatrice Overstreet leaves her ability of writing and giving the class will and testament.

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CLASS CALENDAR We entered school on September the tenth, 1936; a class of forty-six pupils. It was during this springtime of our school life that we received our first seeds of knowledge and felt the first touches of cultivation. We elected for our class officers: President, Beatrice Overstreet; Vice-President, Glenn Knighton; Secretary and Treasurer, Rachel Obenchain. We felt the new life in our blood, and we did not realize any more than did the Freshmen of 1940 how green we really were. SOPHOMORE As the sun shone down warm and Spring became Summer, we accumulated an abundance of green foliage; then the tiny buds began to open. The effect of our teachers during our Freshman year was showing. This year our President was one who joined us during the latter part of our Fresh- man year, Elnora Johnson. Our Vice-President was Beatrice Overstreet; Secretary and Treasurer, Alva Foster. At the beginning of our Sophomore year, we had lost ten of our comrades, leaving a total of thirty-six. Mrs. Ellis was our sponsor this year. JUNIOR Every year has an autumn, and as our Junior year progressed, the leaves and flowers of our preceding years died forever. It was indeed the harvest of all our dreams and hopes and efforts. But it was not all glory and wonder and splendor. There were texts and examinations, but it was sweet to know that we would soon be Seniors and in our last stage of development. During this year we sponsored a play called ‘Eyes of Love.” Our President was Elnora Johnson; Vice-President, Myrtle Richards; Secretary and Treasurer, William Johnson. At the beginning of that year we had thirty-seven in class, and our sponsor was Mr. Ballagh. SENIOR With the fruits of the preceding years stowed away in our minds for future use, we, as Seniors, gladly welcomed the coming Winter, which marked the last year in our High School life. Now in our young womanhood and manhood, clad in spotless snow and frost pro- tecting the yet immature germs of our development, we, thirty-five in number, stand at the end of our course. We have tried faithfully to live up to our motto, “Give to the world the best you have and the best will come back to you.” Our class sponsor this year has been Mrs. Ballagh. Our President this year has been Clarence Pattison; Vice-President, Duane Clingem- peel; Secretary and Treasurer, Elnora Johnson. This year we have given a play entitled “Don’t Darken My Door.” This is indeed a sadder time than we expected. The world outside is cold and we know net what to expect from its bleak, bare walls. We may be hazed by the world just as unmercifully as ever a Sophomore dared, but we know that it will be of value to our training, and so we go forth into a new Spring as fresh as we expected to be when we became Seniors and green as ever we were when we entered Montvale High School four years ago.

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