Petersburg High School - Missile Yearbook (Petersburg, VA)

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We all should try so hard not to be sad, But strive instead to brighten up life’s vay. Good deeds to do and all kind words to say. And doing this helps to make others glad. But oftentimes a golden cdianee we’ve had. To scatter sunshine on a cloudy day. To case a hurt wherein some burden lay. Or give some woi’d of courage to a lad. But thoughtless have we let this chance go by This chance to forget one’s self and trj- to be A Idessing, not a hindrance to mankind. A character on which the weak rely, That they may in our life some true worth see And faith and hope and love, these three to find — Ella Walton.

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Prophecy of the February Class OODNESS, but this life is boring ! This was my thought as I dressed for the usual dinner party and round of night clubs in New York City. Just the same people to be seen every night; the great American metropolis certainly is an awful place for meet- ing old friends by chance. Wouldn’t it be great, I asked myself, if I could see some of my old school friends of ten years ago? In this gloomy frame of mind I set out to make “whoopee.” Walking into the dining room of the Ritz I saw a dapper- looking individual hurry toward us. I looked at him in- differently, expecting to see the familiar head-waiter, who was always there, but, much to my amazement, it was “Buck” Brockwell, with whom I graduated from P. H. S. ten years before. With a smile of recognition “Buck” led our party of friends to a table and managed to whisper to me that Vernon Fontaine was also there, and that he was out in the kitchen washing dishes. With renewed life I looked around the dining room. Why, who was that? Willie Mae Mangum and Edward Wil- liamson were enjoying a dinner that appeared very ap- petizing. After dinner, as we walked through the lobby, I bumped into Nettie Zitta, resplendent in diamonds and gorgeous evening wraps. Talking with her a few minutes, I learned that she was going to a concert to be given by Virginia Parrish, who now was regarded as second only to Leginska. Thinking now what a wonderful place New York was for meeting old friends, having changed my opinion in this particular, I didn’t realize that we had reached Texas Guinan’s night club. Going in, the doorman gave me a terrific punch. I turned around to give him a piece of my mind and looked into the grinning face of Graham Mere- dith, better looking than ever in his glittering uniform. We had only been in Guinan’s notorious club a few minutes when with a rattle and bang a big, burley police- — 54 —