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                          MARJORIE BOOTH BONNET,Principal of Highland Springs School 1924-1944
 By Susan Booth Bonnet Chermside
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 A Legacy Created at Highland Springs 
                          School  While 
                          she was at Highland Springs, Mrs. Bonnet designed the 
                          "Highlander" who graced the front of the school 
                          annuals and was blazoned on the school rings. The first 
                          one used was a Highlander in a Tam o' Shanter (a woolen 
                          cap of Scottish origin with a tight headband, wide flat 
                          circular crown, and usually a pompon in the center). 
                          A copy of him is shown on this page, from the 1927 Yearbook. 
                          He lasted for a while and then in 1929 the school’s 
                          Highlander graduated into a representation of a more 
                          formally dressed Scotsman. 
 Drawing Scotsmen was not all “Mommie Bonnet”—as 
                          she became known—did for Highland Springs. It 
                          was she who introduced the idea of an annual operetta 
                          to be presented by the school. There were many of those 
                          operettas. She had as assistants Miss Elaine Royall 
                          Scott and Miss Thelma Bagley Keene. Mother also directed 
                          the Junior-Senior Play (with help from the same teachers), 
                          trained the Glee Club, and trained the actors in one-act 
                          plays, sometimes taking them to Charlottesville to compete 
                          in the State contests.
 
 For years she spent summer hours juggling cards on which 
                          rising Seniors had listed the subjects they wished to 
                          take in their last year. Mother tried valiantly to arrange 
                          a schedule to suit the largest number of Seniors possible.
 
 Loving Guidance
 
 She spent many evening hours at the school office working 
                          with parents. I have met, in retirement, a woman who 
                          remembers that her father brought her two unruly brothers 
                          to Mrs. Bonnet many evenings to discuss how his boys 
                          could become better school citizens.
 
 The school was on the streetcar line between Richmond 
                          and Seven Pines. Students, often without permission 
                          from their parents or the school, would take the streetcar 
                          into the city. The worried parents would call the school 
                          to know where their children were. Many nights—sometimes 
                          until the last streetcar that ran at midnight—Mrs. 
                          Bonnet met every streetcar returning from the city to 
                          see to it that those errant students were returned to 
                          their parents safely.
 
 In the high school, she started the Citizens’ 
                          Association, which, as its name suggests, sponsored 
                          good citizenship and a clean school, and promoted students 
                          helping families in the neighborhood. She introduced 
                          a course for boys that, similar to home economics for 
                          girls, taught homemaking the boys could use in later 
                          life. A small frame building like a home was built on 
                          the grounds for those classes.
 Mrs. Bonnet attended all basketball games and tried 
                          to teach the student body and the neighborhood that 
                          it was un-sportsmanlike to cheer when the opposing team 
                          made a mistake—a stand few today would understand. 
                          She was a leader, a coordinator, a disciplinarian, and 
                          a stickler for fairness. 
 An Exuberant Class of 1932
 
 My own class (1932) was one so full of excellent people 
                          that it was credited as being the class that had so 
                          many leaders we couldn’t choose class officers. 
                          But with this came exuberance. During our years in high 
                          school, we had only two teachers that couldn’t 
                          handle us in their classes. One was an incompetent male 
                          math teacher. The other was a fine female history teacher 
                          who knew her subject well. But, being young and inexperienced, 
                          she was unable to keep order while trying to impart 
                          to us the wonders that she knew.
 
 When we misbehaved in the math class, Mommie Bonnet 
                          came into the room, removed the teacher, and then scolded 
                          our class roundly. She took over the class and taught 
                          us the math we needed. She sent this math teacher straight 
                          downtown to the Superintendent, and we never saw him 
                          again. When Mother had to come to quiet us in the room 
                          of the knowledgeable but inexperienced young history 
                          teacher, the teacher was asked to step into the hall. 
                          The door was closed. All Mrs. Bonnet said to us was, 
                          “Aren’t you Seniors ashamed of yourselves!” 
                          She stood there a few minutes, looking disappointed 
                          in us. Then she let the teacher back in. There was never 
                          again a speck of trouble in that teacher’s history 
                          class.
 
 Another Challenge for the Principalship
  In the spring of 1943 there was another bid to take 
                          the job away from a woman. There were by that time many 
                          more men in the teaching profession than there had been 
                          in the earlier years. Claiming that a woman was holding 
                          a man’s position, the new contender pressed his 
                          case for the Principalship. My father was no longer 
                          around to argue against my mother giving in to the pressure, 
                          and she decided to leave Highland Springs, and to let 
                          the ambitious fellow have the job he wanted. She was 
                          allowed to transfer from the Principalship of Highland 
                          Springs High School to an Associate Principalship at 
                          Glen Allen High School in another part of Henrico County. The County School Board honored Mommie Bonnet with 
                          a Resolution, which commended her most highly. I have 
                          in my possession a sheet of unruled paper on which several 
                          teachers and many students and alumni of Highland Springs 
                          on that occasion signed the sentiment, “We miss 
                          you, Mommie Bonnet.” 
 Mother went to Glen Allen School in the fall of 1943 
                          and enjoyed seven years working there with Mr. George 
                          H. Moody, the Principal. In the spring of 1950, nearing 
                          age 65, she decided to retire. My husband, Herbert, 
                          and I had asked Mother to come live with us and help 
                          with her grandchildren. It would be better, we argued, 
                          to retire while the powers were still clamoring for 
                          her to remain than to someday miss signs that she had 
                          overstayed her time. After deep consideration, she agreed 
                          to come to Charlotte Court House, Virginia, to live 
                          with us. There are letters from the Henrico County School 
                          System asking her to remain at Glen Allen School:
  A March, 1950, letter on Henrico County Public Schools 
                          stationery and signed by Clyde K. Holsinger, the Henrico 
                          County Superintendent, says “I am very sorry I 
                          could not place your name before the School Board for 
                          reappointment. I feel you are too young and efficient 
                          to deprive us of your valued services.” 
 Early Life
 
 Because Mother never mentioned herself and did not put 
                          any pictures of herself in the scrapbook which she made, 
                          I thought it fitting that I should put in this article, 
                          something about her childhood, her education, and how 
                          she got into teaching in the first place.
 As Marjorie Booth, fourth child of Henry Judson and 
                          Margaret Iva Coney Booth, my mother was born on the 
                          8th of July 1885, in Columbus, Ohio. At the age of two 
                          she developed tuberculosis which settled in her left 
                          ankle. The doctors called it “a tubercular ankle”. 
                          She was in Mt. Carmel Hospital in Columbus for many 
                          months and no one in the family was allowed in her room 
                          with her for most of the time she was there.
 She used to tell me that she remembered how her mother 
                          would sit for hours in a chair outside her hospital 
                          room and peek at her through the crack between the door 
                          and the jamb. Mother had a decided limp for the rest 
                          of her life, her left leg being much smaller in diameter 
                          than the right.
 
 Little Marjorie finally got well enough to go home. 
                          Her parents and doctors thought it well to have her 
                          spend some time in the mountains, commonly thought in 
                          those days the very best cure for tuberculosis. Her 
                          father was a busy attorney in Columbus, at one time 
                          in the State Legislature. He was able to afford to send 
                          the child for the mountain cure.
 
 Her mother took her to board in someone’s home 
                          in the New York Adirondack Mountains. While they were 
                          there the heavy brace for her leg broke and the doctor 
                          recommended that she try walking without a brace. That 
                          worked and she never wore a brace again. Later she went 
                          with her mother for a short stay in New Orleans before 
                          coming back to Columbus permanently. At that time the 
                          Booth family was living on 15th Avenue in Columbus, 
                          not far from Ohio State University.
 
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