Washington Lee High School - Blue and Gray Yearbook (Arlington, VA)

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I l 2 'fx hance to Advance HGertrude! LOOK! . . .there they go again! Just look at those kids! Two elderly ladies were waiting for the Metro Bus on Quincy Street. They swayed back and forth with the trees as the wind blew. One was pointing in- tently across the street. I've seen 'em do it before. They get on that bus and skidaddle off and party for two hours! PARTY!!, ya hear me'?! It's scandalous!! Yeaaasss, Emma, it is! lt shore is! What is this world coming to?! They ought to do somethin' about it. There's just no discipline these days! Both women propped their pointy glasses further up their noses to get a better look. Across the street, the bus was rock- ing on all four wheels. Students were waiting for the best part of their day: their visit to the Career Center. Located in south Arlington, the Career Center supplemented what students learn in school, and offered a wide range of topics. Some of the fields offered included computer technol- ogy,aeronautics, sociology, mechanical automation, and hotelfmotel management. Students who attended the Career Center usually devoted two class periods per day to their course. The program consisted of classes that were either too lengthy or too special- ized to be offered in high school. Although highly varied, the courses at the Career Center had one goal in mind: to provide students with skills and experience that they can use for the rest of their lives. X. V '1 fr-11 -'17 I X Lito Matos told James Hall to go hack to the drawing board. Bernadette Buckley and her assistants saved an ailing friend. Jr ef sg ,W Sillllvlli l.li'1' Z I

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Newly planted shrubs sway in the breeze of a sunny afternoon. Hur beautiful new trashcans and benches decorate our own brick road. Students contemplate the day's events in tront ol the renovated cafeteria facade. I I 1 A , . QITW The New Look Wlieii I first noticed what had happened, I had no idea how long it had been that way. . . I mean, I didn't make a special trip every day to look at the Stafford Street sidewalk. I couldn't believe itg something was actually growing there besides weeds. New trees were planted and they didn't look like they were bought from Safeway! Some warped girl sitting next to me on the bus said that the new sidewalk reminded her of the Yellow Brick Road, and that it made her feel like Ilorothy. I then inspected the new fence. It looked tall, dark, and handy. It would keep those little underclassmen from .jumping the fence when running their laps. I was glad I had finished I'.IC. That incident on the bus wasn't the end of it, though. That day at lunch, I G 8 4 Y Sillflvlll l.lI1- saw a bunch of students crowded together in the courtyard. At first I thought it was a fight, but I was wrong. They had gathered around a new trash can and were inspecting it. I rushed over to look at it myself, and it was in- deed a very fine trashcan. I also noticed some more of those leafy trees and some inviting benches. My class- mates and I all agreed that this was not the same school we had when we were young. I went back into the cafeteria to adjust to all of these wondrous im- provements. But something was still not right: something yet had to be changed. I looked around and suddenly realized that before anything else, the school would have to get better ketchup dispensers. 7 2 9- -1- .1 L.. g t V 3' .45 ' 'Bi S.. 'XXX dl Z f