Virginia Episcopal School - Vestige Yearbook (Lynchburg, VA)

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A boy coming back to campus in 1918 usually came afoot. Weighting him down on each side would be two strap-encased bags. If he were coming from Durham, he was com- pleting a long, sultry day by the time he came onto the narrow, steel-supported bridge. The bridge had been railed with cattle wire. Stopping there, pressed a minute against it, he might feel its | significance. Soon he would touch the red-mud road; during the summer, they might have tried to scatter it over with patches of gravel. Behind him he could hear the return-rattle of the Peakland Station streetcar, the one that had deposited him a mile back on Rivermont Avenue. After the | long and clacksome train ride, he would scarcely notice the streetcar. Before him, atop the | scraggling and sappling-implanted field, he would see the stark, red brick structure, windows | open, some lighted—real now, and perhaps not as foreboding as he had remembered it on the | trip up, or as terrible as he had sometimes dreamed it. If he felt fear, it was mingled somehow with joy. There was something about crossing the bridge .. . something he could not quite understand yet .. . 3? of everything necessary to the operation of such a school... —the School Charter, 1915

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i Third Main (1966) Third Main (about 1918) Four boys lived in the cubicles that were called stalls. As long as the curtains lasted across the doorways, there was that much privacy. Inside, head-high partitions separ- ated each stall. By sitting on top of one partition, a boy might easily visit several rooms at once. Today one must travel along linoleum-tiled floors to visit his neighbors. Flourescent lights and exit signs mark the way. One thing has not changed: there is still a broom to every room. As Jett Hall was nearing completion, a sudden and sobering revelation came to someone. The blueprints for the build- ing that had been planned as the one unit that would provide everything for everybody had not reckoned with the fact that people must eat. For forty-five years, therefore, students and faculty were fed in what was to have been a biology lab. Old Dining Room (1930s) Banks-Gannaway (1966)