Altavista High School - Nuntius Yearbook (Altavista, VA)

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HW RADUATING CLASSES naturally imagine that “the whole world” is impressed with one thing of paramount importance, and that is, “The Graduating Class” it- self. This imagination we fully share with an onlooking and enthusiastic creatioa, as if the earth is intended to be made just for this year because of us. With the Historian, the following entered the First Grade and are together as the nucleus of the Class of ’27: Josephine Cundiff, Bertha Frazier, Guy Burnette, Baxter Rountrey, Richard Smith and Herbert Frazier. To these, others were added each year until our number is now thirty. Our career in the Grammar Grades is so eclipsed by our present exalted position thai things, impertant enough then, are a vague recollection; and when we emerged from the lesser stage of study, like butterflies from the chrysalis, there was never, in our opinion, a more am- bitious class than we, nor one whose anticipations are greater. May we hold fast to this! During our four years of High School, teachers have come and gone, but at present the instructors are: Mr. R. C. Childs, principal for the fifth year; Miss Juliet Fauntleroy, whom we met in our first days in the grades; Miss Phillips, instructor in mathematics and Latin; Mrs. Rowbotham, instructer in English, and Mrs. Arthur, who was Miss Milam, instructor in Spanish. We, who are now Seniors, assembled in the fourth year room on the morn of September 15, 1926, in order to put forth our best efforts to end our High School career successfully. Our class was organized during the first days of the session by our electing the following officers: Guy Burnette, who served so well during the year as Junior Class president, was re- elected president; Hampton Powell, vice-president; Evelyn Pickrel, secretary, and Ruth Meacham, treasurer. : Under the care of our five helpful instructors, and the assistance of the four officers, we are laboring sttenuously-for oir reward—a diploma ! All the time we are striving to live up to our class motto, which is, “Out of the quiet harbor into the billowy sea.” Some of us are still wondering what the “quiet harbor” may be, and are hoping that the sea will not be too billowy when we launch forth, but just enough so to keep us alert. And so, after four years of varied experience, we come to our final end, which is looking forward to that new land, that new field, still unconquered, and untried; the land which fol- lows the land of graduation. — fue w « ¢ te ; to 2-eZ F yy Zz DP oo $ 3 oe ( C- ¥ va Ss WC ; : ——— 21 ‘ A¢GE—- 5 J 4 + ; Oe coe Fe 9 j ; Px = py) , ) 7 Ge-- Lo, : a v f , — —T g } j f 2G f ,», 42-— ) he pe as o JL? 4 a — 4 pet A ih i. { wv ere - os

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Frep LAVILLON YEATTS “Freddie” Athletic Asociation, ’26, ’27; Lee Society, ah “Who's there?” Why, it’s Freddie, the sheik of the class. Freddie, during study periods is as idle as a painted ship upon a painted ocean, but nevertheless when it comes to getting good marks, he is up with most any of us. EpituH Kyte YEATTS . exacos Athletic Association, ’26, ’27; Treasurer Jefferson Literary Society; Histcrian of Classvot @2 5 Kyle is one of our neat, quiet, modest, re- fined Seniors. Because of her calm disposi- tion and gentle manner, she is very much admired. She is always anxious to hear a Bell, but-not a “bell that rings.” +h —

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ma EVER can I forget the day, just ten years ago, when I graduated from “ole” Alta- vista High School in the Class of ’27.. How different things are since then. Where are all of my former classmates? I have no idea of their whereabouts except that of Bertha Frazier, who is now in a foreign country teaching the black heathen to be Christians. [I wonder if I shall see her again. Some days ago I started to travel and arriving in Austin, Texas, I went to hear a great preacher; yes, a second “Billy Sunday,” who, without a doubt was Guy Burnette. The choir had some wonderful singers, among whom I recognized Mary Hogan and Hazel Finch. I left Texas to go to Colorado and on the train someone grabbed my hand. Who could it be but Herbert Frazier, a salesman for an automobile factory in Iowa. In Denver I met an old acquaintance, Alice Burnette, who is established in a fashionable beauty parlor and has made a reputation for her “permanent waves.” [ had a glorious time in Colorado, resting at the magnificent farm of Olen Jones, and his little wife, and I heard again the old jokes he told in ’27. Stopping in San Francisco I heard a lecture to college students which I greatly enjoyed and more so when I discovered it was our former classmate, William Morris. From San Francisco I sailed through the Panama Canal to New York, where I ran into Richard Smith and Fred Yeatts. They own a large store and have been very successful. While here | met Emory Cundiff, who is an interior decorator, and whose prosperity seems well assured. Leaving New York in a friend’s automobile we stopped at a pretty little farmhouse to get directions andthe little lady who came to the door was none other than our “Class Beauty,” formerly known as Evelyn Pickrel and now the happy-looking wife of a “Farmer.” In the late afternoon I saw two very familiar faces; guess who they were? By an old mill stream sat Josephine Cundiff, sketching the “setting sun,” while lounging near at hand was Beverly Arthur, whistling a merry tune; but why he was there he wouldn’t tell. In Washington I heard Hampton Powell, who is now a great orator, giving an oration on “Prohibition” to many interested listeners in the city auditorium. Returning to Altavista |] met Frank Harmon, who is now quite a successful doctor, and to my surprise I found Adell Worley and Kyle Yeatts teaching in our school. Sarah Rowbotham also has taught here four years but is now married and living in Roanoke. Ze