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What a time it must have been when these Foxcroft girls rode wearily into Flint Hill on a lazy day in April, 1915. Then the tradition began, and for anyone who had anything to do with it, it was a thrilling and memorable event.
But the tradition has faded and died. It is no more, “owing to the macadam roads that an unfeeling and relentless government has recently placed between Flint Hill and Luray...” That quote is taken from the Tally-ho!.
No more, then, will the boys of Flint Hill reach up to offer violets to the pretty girls on horseback.
Mary Quaintance, a former teacher at the old school in Sperryville, remembers watching the girls ride through town. “They had beautiful horses, and the girls themselves were very good-looking.”
The heart of Flint Hill must have skipped a beat.
One girl wrote in the Tally-ho!: “Flint Hill! The noble host received us well...”
Flint Hill is still here.
When will those girls from Foxcroft ride again?
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