Petersburg High School - Missile Yearbook (Petersburg, VA)

Text from Pages 1 - 62 of the 1936 volume:

. -Luv. S . THE MISSILE MARC!-l,l936 'OV A T.: :'Ef: ,UMM , 'lv Qf'3fil55Ul'3lU, ' ......v.i A PETERSBURG I-IIGI-I SCHOOL PETERSBURG, VIRGINIA fn: SSI Vol XXIV PETERSBURG, VA., MARCH, 1956 No Three ....Table of Contents..- StaE -.. ................... - Picture-Basketball Team -- .... ,. ................. ,- ....... --- Conversation Piece ...... ----Edward CNoel Cowardl Spiors A Ballet Dancer ..... .............. . -Nowland Pittman --------Alice Jones Retrxbution ..................... Poems: A Token of Spring ....... Infirlelityg The Water Fall ........... .- .... Eleanor White Golden Moments ................. .-..... Ou Leave ................. - .... Ego --.. ......................... -- Two Poems: Reseueg Orchestra --- The Misbehaving Bieuspid ..... At Sea ,..............,...,,, The Problem ......... To A Small Stream -----Eleanor White -Martha Williamson ----Dorothy Moore ----Robert Burgess ----John McNeill -----Hilda Crowder -------Mary Mahone ----Linwood Stevenson ----- - .... Garland Harvill Never Again .......... ...... Dawn ....... ....... Tribute ........ - Broken Pride --- ----- A Co'Ed Dance --- The Brook ......... A Real Champion .... In My Swing ..... Torturing Radios -- ----Murrell Godsey ----Robert Burgess Martha Williamson -----..---------Evelyn Reade Sea Foam ............. ,,,, The Editors Study: An Appeal .............,... Why Not? ..................... Reorganize the Clubs ........... What About the School Colors? --- Advertisements ...............,,,,, ,,,, ----Newland Pittman -------Amy Bush ---------Jane Rees ---Cabell R. Powell -----Everett C. Cogbill -----Katherine Stern ------L. F. ------L. F. -----M. P. ----R. H. B. Issued four times a year, in November, January, March and May, by the students of the Petersburg High School, Petersburg, Virginia. Entered as second-class matter at the Post Office at Petersburg, Virginia. Subscription Rates: 25 cents per issueg 50 cents per year. Page 3 4 5 8 9 13 14 15 16 17 20 21 22 23 27 28 29 30 31 34 36 37 39 40 42 43 45 46 47 48 ,IT Z ' 4 ti helm ffm 2 T' 'Y V T Y Conversation Piece By Edward KNoe1 Cowardj Spiers PLACE-Any Cafe. TIME-Midnight. CONDITION S-Dubious. ACT I A cafe. The owner is seated behind the counter. He recog- nizes Bill who enters tolerably drunk. The drunk seats him- self. OWNER-Hello, Bill, what can I do for you? CThe owner makes for quite emphasizedj BILL fwearilyj-Strong coffee and doughnuts. OWNER Cpouring coffee!-How about Watching things for me, Bill? I want to take a little inventory in the back. I Won't be long. BILL-What's the matter, have some vertebrae run away? OWNER fleaving roomj-No, mine can't escape. They're too well reared. fExitsJ. ACT II Bill's imaginativeness has climbed, although it has not quite reached the summit. He has in his hand a doughnut, to which he is addressing a lengthy harangue. BILL- .... and I, innocent as a babe, do put thee into my voracious mouth, sinking into thee my pearly teeth, and seeing . . . DOUGHNUT-For pete's sake, what do you take me for, a teething ring? Page five . . ujpw cfyllidditcv V V BILL Csurprisedj-No, of course not. I take you for hunger's sake. DOUGHNUT-Well, for goodness' sake, stop. BILL-Aren't you a little out of place? DOUGHNUT-Huh, there's no corner on earth I'd fit in. BILL-Don't be so despondent. There's something for every- one in the world. DOUGHNUT-I can't be cheerful with no end in view. BILL-You do seem rather bored. DOUGHNUT-That's the hole story. BILL-I would think you would get an interest in life. DOUGHNUT-I have tried, but it has always centered around nothing. BILL-You seem to have interminable possibilities. DOUGI-INUT-I might have amounted to something, but I evad- ed nearly everything. BILL-You look as if you could get around only the smallest things. DOUGI-INUT-Otherwise I would have broken under the strain. BILL-Did you ever travel? DOUGHNUT-I have had my part of grease. BILL-There should be no end to the journey with you. DOUGI-INUT-I was cut out to rise in this World, but I did not continue with my elevating influences. BILL-You should have had more pertinaciousness. DOUGHNUT-I conquered that. I stick to everything now. BILL-Didn't you go to school? DOUGHNUT-Yes, but I never understood the hole equaling the sum of its parts. That meant nothing to me. BILL-I earned four degrees in the completing of my career. DOUGHNUT-That's nothing. They gave me three hundred and sixty. BILL-What about your family? DOUGHNUT-My Wife was discirculated. BILL-I'll bet that was a sweet loss. DOUGHNUT-Well, it stopped her rounds. BILL-Life does seem pretty indirect for you. DOUGHNUT--Yeah, but I live in the best of circles. BILL-It's still crooked. DOUGHNUT-I'm an aristocrat in my line, if money means anything. ... .... ........ ................... . . . Page six immm mmuumnmmuum Page v v 9.31.3 ,,,,,,,,,, ,,,,, 1nuon1uuInnIIInunumumnuunuumuuumu1uvnuuuunmnmmnyanIIInu1unnInuummuuunnnnnnnna BILL-You should be a philanthropist with such a circulation of dough. It doesn't make a more enjoyable life nor add to its savor. DOUGHNUT-No, but sugar helps good taste. BILL-You have gotten along so far. DOUGI-INUT-I could always make ends meet. BILL-Why don't you keep on trying? DOUGHNUT-Well, I'm always bent towards something. BILL-Did anyone ever try to help you? DOUGHNUT-Yes, but I turned against them. BILL-It seems to me you would have been on the square with someone. DOUGHNUT--I wanted to go straight, but the trend of my ex- istence was predetermined. BILL-You may reach the top yet. DOUGHNUT--With a little push I could at least keep rolling. BILL--If you Were worth your salt you'd soar the heights. DOUGHNUT-My constituency is not of the salt-rising quality. BILL-You seem to be smart enough. DOUGHNUT-I'd like to know what's acute about me. All jok- ing aside, however, others have been helped through me. BILL-How's that? DOUGHNUT-Well, it has been through me they've seen the light. BILL-Drink has been my curse. Don't ever do that. DOUGHNUT-I'm afraid of it. BILL-Why? DOUGHNUT-I know if I'm ever caught in a pinch I'll get soused. BILL-There's certainly nothing to argue about in that state- ment. DOUGHNUT-I'm usually left with an opening for debate. BILL-I still say there's nothing for discussion. DOUGHNUT-I have to admit I am without points myself. BILL--You have some material lacking, but many different per- spectives. DOUGHNUT--I'm out of place when it comes to angles, but I'm the same on any side. BILL-I'm getting tired talking to you now. Aren't you fin- ished ? DOUGI-INUT-My very presence here should prove that I'm done. BBVGII mnuum uunnnuummu. ajail 9niAAlt0,, v V BILL fdropping the doughnut into a paper sackj-I think I'll turn you back into dough. DOUGHNUT-I always did everything in my turn and now ' I'm being cached. It looks like I'm a dead ringer. ACT III Bill places some money on the counter as the owner enters. OWNER-Was it good? BILIE-Vtgas it good? I ! It was wonderful! tHe starts towards oor. OWNER-That's fineg fthen adds doubtfullyb I hope you have what it takes to get along. BILL fgrasping the bag tighter and staggering out the doorj- It's in the bag, boy .... It's in the bag! CURTAIN I m A Ballat Dancer By Nowland Pittman Like a dream she floats and glides and turns, With the winged grace of some fairy fair And movement like unto silver chiffon, Floating smoothly thru the air. She laughs and cries and smiles and sighs, And yet she utters not a word 3 You glide along on the wings of a song, As she dips and runs like a fleeing bird. She holds you lightly on her hand, And laughs at your awkward antics and youg With a pirouette she turns to pause And slips away like a ghost in blue. ...................................................... . . . Page eight ' v O O un u 1Inu11III11IIIiInIIIi1IImum-uummumiIiIii1i111I111-I11I--11Iun1iiaumnnuunununn Retribution By Alice Jones ,, , -,,, HEAVY coach adorned gffgf with the crest of the M ' ,V 'Z' t Duc de Viloque lumber- 'V TF ed along the Paris road at as brisk a pace as was possible, consider- Q. ing the condition of the road and -Q RX i the facilities of transportation. 1 ! The day was a cloudy, dreary H ff' if I M i one in the late autumn of 1787, but neither the bleak weather nor the jolting of the coach ,Lp F Kim K Q ri-'Si' seemed to disturb the animated 555179 conversation of the two occu- pants. The dark, intense face of the young Duc de Viloque was lighted by a smile of happiness as he bent over his lovely daughter. Ah, but, Henriette, there are some advantages in spend- ing your birthday in Paris. I am sorry, indeed, that business takes me to the city when you wish to be with your friends for the long-anticipated birthday party, but you shall have it when we return to Bonne Retraite. Besides, the shops of Paris afford many things we cannot obtain elsewhere. You shall have frocks and slippers and other fal de rals . . . any gear that you desire. We will pi-.tk out a wardrobe, you and I, Hen- riette, cherie, fit for even la belle princessef' She smiled at his use of the name by which the adoring peasantry of Bonne Retraite were want to designate her. Her small, flower-like face beamed with joy as she leaned forward with her hand on her father's arm. A tendril of her pale, shin- ing hair blew across his cheek. The touch of it was a soft caress, and Lisle wound it gently around his finger. And books, she continuedg Lisle, you promised a great many books. Because I shall be fourteen. Of course, he assented, and the doll you have wanted. Or are you too much of a young lady for that, now that you have nearly reached the great age of fourteen ? Oh no! no I came her quick protest and then the clear, soft sound of her fairy laughter. Ah, but now you're laughing at me. 'W' HIM V -. ', , ,' -,, '-' , . MEIN- L -1,'T ....-Q- VI 'fi . -5 ag '-si. is' . - 1' -' . . ' ' ' , ,i'2?fi?i,1if. xx, f fjwzvi, 11 '-'iffifilz ' ,Pb 'tw' ?'n'.',t. ' ':f I'fa'4w ' . V- W3i1::f, '- I -u f?94f,'3' ' ' .'i1'i 'l '2g3r'LIM. ' ' U' mr, flf ' ,'fgr'.JLw..n' Wifi? Z' 'f7 F. -'i .n. A ' 1!fQ'i'ff55-Q? f. 1 . , f,.'a'1f.j.rg f.'5'.I-'iam-ere - , -I .,-.Vpv -:-i- . Z4 , I , . ,yi .' 1 .4 1. ,daffpx fc Q ,I l l fi't'f'fg Ji' 51 2. it 5f1 5 I N f 'nwyfl- .f lv my 1 U fn-1' X f 1 2.52 ' I.-. - ' 21.3 P f- ' ' if' if'-1- , 0- fi -1' . , 4 .,,,,,..?,,:- I Page nine . mnummlu uggc cofubditen Why, what is it, cherie? he exclaimed suddenly, at the sight of her crestfallen look. Oh, Lisle, I forgot! Jeanne and Rosanne, Vivi, Marie, Jacqueline and Charlotte would like to have something from Paris. Oh, I would much rather not have the doll! We were going to spend so much on her. Couldn't we spend it on dolls for each of my friends? Oh, please, Lisle dear! You are going to say that they need clothes more. But couldn't you give them, and let the dolls be my presents? You know, everybody enjoys gifts that aren't absolutely necessary more than those that are, don't you think ? she concluded, suddenly serious, gaz- ing at him intently with the wide dark eyes that were so start- ling a contrast to her blond hair and the pallor of her face. He yielded, as he always did where she was concerned, and Henriette turned a radiant face toward the window, happy in the contemplation of a dream that would come true. Not so happy were Lisle de Tournee's thoughts. Although he spoke of most things to Henriette, his constant companion since her mother's death, he would not trouble her generous, sensitive nature by telling her that the people of Paris would be only too grateful for a crust of black bread every day, aside from other bare necessities. He himself thought of this all too frequently. The aristocrats were so blind, they did not see that they themselves were pouring oil on the embers kindled by hatred and oppression, and that they would soon be consumed by the fire ignited by their own cruel injustices . . . a fire that would ravage all France. Lisle de Tournee had said these things eloquently, passionately to all the stately, bored gentlemen who visited Bonne Retraite. The open contempt of some and the cynicism of all drove him to despair. When one of his friends remarked, Viloque, you're a good fellow, and I suppose this is merely your diversion-collecting strange philosophies like M. Voltaire's as I collect snuff boxes. Well, one must do some- thing, Viloque had been at a loss for a reply. This was all wrong. Such an attitude was incomprehensible! It was follow- ing this discussion that Viloque, with all his ardent fervor, had thrown himself whole-heartedly into the business of reforming his estate. Many of the beautiful paintings from the gallery of Bonne Retraite, collected by generations of Viloques, had been sold by this last scion that the peasants of the estate might have other things besides food and shelter. Viloque's thoughts turned to the child at his side. Indulged . . . Page ten mn munmmn mmnmum ummuuunmm--umn mmnn-mu ummmnnnnnnIninnnnmmmnmunnunIninmnmumnunnn1IIIII11mmuunnummu too much, perhaps, by her adoring father, she was still simple and unspoiled. A precocious child, she had read M. Voltaire's books and discussed them gravely with her father. Yet she seemed a very childish little girl as, with no air of patronage, she received as her friends six of the children on the estate. Lisle was glad that the child he loved was so interested in those less fortunate than herself, and, although he smiled secretly over such a little girl reading books that the philosophers of Europe were discussing, he did not discourage it. Viloque, aroused from his revery by a distressed little cry from Henriette, looked out of the window and saw the truly piti- ful sight that had stirred the tender heart of the childg sullen, hard-faced men, women old and haggard before their time, and children with pinched, drawn faces. The slums of Paris. Suddenly there was a shrill scream and the coach halted ab- ruptly. Oh M'sieur! M'sieur! What have I done? Viloque heard Jean the coachman cry. Hastily he leaped out of the carriage. The crowd drew back for him to reach the spot where Jean was lifting from beneath the carriage a pitifully thin little girl who lay horribly still. Viloque with a low exclamation of pain seized the whip Jean had dropped and was about to strike him when he saw the agonized look in the fellow's eyes. So he took the child up gently and said, Hurry to the rue de Paradis, Jean. Henriette suppressed a cry of horror at the still form in her father's arms. No word was spoken until the city home of the Viloques was reached. - Viloque, hurrying inside with his tragic little burden, met his housekeeper, and they made a hasty examination of the little girl's hurts. It seemed hours to Henriette and Jean be- fore Viloque reappeared. It's all right, Jean. She has broken only an arm. Ah, m'sieur le Duc, I thank God! I could not help it, I swear I could not! The child ran right under the horses' hoofs. I was not driving very fast. Very well, Jean. I don't believe it was your fault, but be more careful in the future. Now I wish to return to the scene of this terrible accident to inform the child's parents. But Viloque was unable to 'rind any trace of the little girl's relatives. I-Ie finally told the Woman at the shop near by that he would return the child as soon as she had recovered. Page eleven vvfflfl ll'l'IlI S. mmm Q .77 afml! QRAAAJC V V Meanwhile the child Marie's father, Grigge Menet, believed his child was dead. Grief-stricken, he raged to his friend, Penon. They torture us in every way possible! Cold and hunger are not enough! No, they must kill our children! Well, this one shall not escape my vengeance. You say the Viloque arms were on the coach. Do you know where this Viloque lives? Having gained this information, he would not be stayed by Penon's warnings. Why did no one think to see if Henriette slept well? Why didn't her father come to say good-night? Where was the governess? Was mademoiselle's maid asleep? N03 only the dark shadow in the hall, creeping closer and closer to the door beyond which Henriette de Tournee slept so peacefully. The shadow was in the room at last. Now it had reached the bed, but the lust for vengeance was not to be deterred by the inno- cence of the lovely sleeping child. The dagger rose and fell, and the shadow departed as noiselessly as it had come. The next morning, before breakfast, even before showing Henriette her birthday gifts, Viloque took dark, shy, little Marie Menet to the woman in the shop who promised to find Grigge Menet. ' When he returned, he met his housekeeper in tears. In- stinctively, he thought of Henriette. Before any one could pre- vent him, he was in her room. He stopped horror-struck as he reached her bed. The beautiful child had become a hideous sight. The dear, generous little hands were cold and still and did not respond to the loving pressure. The pale hair was daubed with blood, and the white of her gown was turned to crimson, but her face . . . her face . . . the dear little smile was gone, her once rosy lips pale and slightly parted, and the dark eyes wide and staring in stark terror! Viloque tried to close them but could not. He caught the small tragic figure to his heart and wept in anguish. Before they led him away, he saw the soiled note on the table with the words, Your child for mine. Madame Ledoux, Henriette's governess, wept and stormed about the canille. But Viloque turned his pale, stricken face toward her and said, But he didn't understand. He didn't know any better. Viloque could never bear to return to Bonne Retraite, and conditions there got steadily worse. Meanwhile in Paris, the Duke, still unembittered toward those whose cause he had pleaded so long, grew more and more unnuu1nnmnuunmmnnnn . . Page twelve Y Y Q me IIIIIIIPIIDOIIIIMQIHIHIIII IIIIIIIHIIVIIllllllllllllllIIIIOINIIIIIIillllllvlllllvlvlllldlllllllI1IllINIIItIllllllllllllllllllltllilIllblIIIIIIIIIIllllllllllllllllllllllllIIIIIIIIllIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIPINOilllllllllllllltlllllIIIIllllllllllllllllllllllll desolate. The nameless terrible fear in Henriette's eyes haunted him constantly. To his tortured mind, the burning eyes stared at him from every page he tried to read. He would take from his vest the locket which contained a lock of her hair so dread- fully stained, and stare at it for hours. It was too much for his reason. In six months Viloque was quite mad, harmless but such a tragic wreck of a man. But what of Gregge Menet? Rejoiced over the recovery of Marie, he felt vaguely sorry about Viloque. But at this time all Paris was going mad, so there was little enough time for Grigge's stupid mind to dwell on his own feelings. His only two emotions were fierce love for Marie and an ever fiercer ha- tred of all the upper classes. Perhaps his dull fanatical brain was incapable of remorse. But at the time of the Terror, he rectified his deed, in his own mind at least. He saved the life . . . the anguished, tortured, useless existence of the mad Duc de Viloque. 11 Poems By Eleanor White A Token of Spring Cherolee, cherolee, cherolee, Sang the happy little bird, As from out his pretty throat Came this tender little note, That I'm sure you've often heard. Happily, happily, happily Sang the amorous little birdie. From among the branches there, Swiftly flew his lady fair, As his pleading voice grew sturdy. Joyfully, joyfully, joyfully, Sang the contented little bird. Will your true love then entwine, This poor aching heart of mine? Then his voice is plainly heard. nxmmnumumnunum ll 1 IH Page thirteen . MSR gylllddifaln V V Cherolee, cherolee, cherolee, Answered then the lady bird. ' Oh, this poor trusting heart of mine Is just longing to be thine. This I'm sure you've often heard. lnfidelity If you should ever cease to care for me, And from my loving arms should turn away To tell me then that it could never be, I would not care to live another day, And from this place I'd ever Wish to roam, Ne'er to return. My life would empty beg An aching voidg no love, no faith, no home, No port to come to in a storm at seag No hopes, no joys, no aims for which to live, My fond hopes blighted if you fail me when I look to you for love, for strength to give Me day by day which only death can end. But though these things in fancy now I see, I really know they ne'er will come to me. The Waterfall Over the ledges Leaping and lashing, Rushes the waterfall. Colors flashing Forth in the sunlight, Dazzling in hue: A wonder that nature Displays for you. an-mnnmnumuunununnnnnunnmummunn Page fourteen Golden Moments a By Martha Williamson HAT chime clock was deceitful from the very first day of '7 ifl its arrival into the family. One of mother's oft-repeated desires had been fm- ally fulfilled. She had always said she'd rather have a Westminster chime clock than anything else she knew. A Due to this fact, she may have been suspicious of the of a rectangular cardboard box on first sight, the day ,- if S rif'f'5fE.3S . , i 1 . contents the gift was delivered to the house . Indeed, that was the thing we feared most, since it was yet a week before we wished to spring the surprise on her. All hope of the surprise, on the expected day, was im- mediately abandoned when Ccursed tyrantlj the clock began a series of tinklings and ding-dongs just at the crucial moment. I had somehow managed to get the thing smuggled past the prospective recipient, but, on lifting it to its hiding place, I was so careless as to tip it to one side-not much-but just enough to allow the individual parts of its mechanism to jolt against each other. Fatal error! It was now too late to make any ef- fort to silence it. Mother had heard it and was overjoyed. Un- happily, she was the only one who greeted the sound with de- lighted exclamations. You can see why I should be prejudiced against the diabol- ical machine from the start. Furthermore, it has continued its pranks unto this very day. It has an exceedingly annoying habit of telling me that it is time to get up when I am reasonably sure that I couldn't have slept more than ten minutes. However, on turning on the radio to verify my opinion, the announcer fvery cheerfully for such an early hourj settles the wordless dispute by saying, It is now exactly seven thirty-two, Eastern Standard Time. The correct time is brought to you through the courtesy of .... blah, blah, blah . . . The clock realizes its triumph and deliberately sends forth a derisive tinkle, tinkle. Here is my turn to sneer, for the iiendish thing has long since become lazy and refuses to strike until at least two minutes after it should. If I should happen to be enjoying myself and wishing that there were nothing to indicate the passing minutes, this only spurs the gloomy timepiece on to tick off the seconds at break- mmlmmmmmnunnummumnnumumnumummnnmnnvnnnunmnunummnnmmnnum nnummnunnnmmmnnnmvI1nnmnmnuununn n nlnv n 1 In 4 mln n Page fifteen . v V 9fill.S fills Qllatazti' V V nnumInummm-mnummu-IIIuuInnummml.-mm lm-Imnu.IInuI1.I-InIx111vI11114.111-II111I144I1I1111vIa111unuuunmmmmuunmnmmmmm mmmmulmnnmmnmmn neck speed. It is with utter distaste that I frown on the clock at such times. It can be equally as provoking when I am bored to distrac- tion. In my hour of need, it gives a most convincing demon- stration of opposition, and I become momentarily more certain that the clock is clenching its hands in mute determination, thus slowing up their hourly journey. Of course, like everything else in the world, this pest has its merits. They are brought to light when it finally dismisses the bore, Who, for the past two hours, continued to glance at the clock in each dull pause in the conversation. At one time he may stupidly inquire, Is that clock running? This is a dead give-away, and after numerous similar re- ferences to the clock, I am only too glad to find that it hasn't stopped, and that the time for the bore Cand boredj to depart has arrived. It seems that there is no rest for the weary. I just recalled that it's time once more to wind the clock. However, I shall leave one spring unwound-the one that keeps the discordant chimes in action. Thus, I may in some measure avenge the countless moments of annoyance that it has caused me and teach the nuisance clock that silence is golden! On Leave By Dorothy Moore The danger of attack at last is gone. A soldier, getting leave, begins his trampg He's going home, he doesn't mind the damp Of muddy clothes and boots at rainy dawn. His smile is brightg he thinks sometimes with scorn Of warg so glad to leave a little While Its horrors far behind, and find a smile Of welcome there from everyone that morn. But thinking thus, he wanders far away, Forgetting cautiong hearing not the sound Of cannon, nearer, bullets whine around. Too late he turns to go another way, He stumbles, falls, a still and silent mound, Perhaps he's glad to leave this horrid fray. IIIIIIIIIIIllllllllllllllmlll . . . Page sixteen v V EPHILS Ego By Robert Burgess , ,ful-Vu T WAS bitter cold, and . the wind cut through N Q H 1 ' patched uniforms chill- ' ' ing war-weary bones to ,fi n ' WQFQ. the marrow. Snow iiur- ' ries whirled and danced if -X +1 around the bombproofs of the Federal battery. However, with- in one of these small dugouts a group of soldiers sat and talked in comparative comfort. Gustave, one of the cooks, busied himself about the pre- paration of the midday rations while other blue-coated men sat about the fire warming themselves while they talked, slept, whittled, or repaired their personal equipment. It was a typical scene of camp life in winter quarters. The long period of in- activity was nearly over now, for the spring thaw was at hand. A young private tipped his chair against the damp sidewall of the bombproof kitchen. He smiled as he sipped his black coffee. The wind moaned about their shelter. Four years of grim war, he said with a chuckle, and here I am warm as a toast. He rocked back and took another sip of coffee. Yes, four years of grin: war, said Gustav as his wooden leg thumped across the floor. The young private realized that he had started 0E on the wrong foot 3 his color mounted, and he immediately tried to change the subject. The long winter of dormancy and close confinement was beginning to tell on the soldiers. Joseph In- gram, for one, would be mighty glad to hear the first trickle of the coming thaw. Private Ingram was the one who drank coffee so leisurely in the dugout. He was indeed a strange character, the-one-in- a-million type. Ingram lnone of his comrades in arms called him Joey was considered the biggest braggart and the best liar as well as the luckiest man in his entire regiment. In spite of his foolhardy audacity on the battlefield, he had come through four years of warfare unharmed. Ingram's wild stories of his My p I 5 .5 N x 1 JP: 1' w-ai-gre' rf- if ' EH.. 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Q, i., QQ w -- -Wt. f-1.5 if sh i- rt-,if-,.--.l W, ,, ., N !,l,L.k nhxjhi I:--I' ...Misa . -4 ef' ,. i i'l l'3'?-'?1i'A.i' it -We Z ' ' - si' - f P ' 'W'i?'+'w ,if . ' - c, .f- j xt 'xg' O! -. M , j .tial ' Page seventeen . . . aj gn. .t 77 1 c V T exploits under fire had become the chief source of entertainment during the stay in winter quarters. He became known as Lucky Ingram, General Ingram, and, as a young artillery- man added, Win the War Ingram. Joseph Ingram took himself very seriously though. He knew he was an important man around that camp and a more important soldier in the trenches, and he didn't fail to express his opinion. You see this, don'cha? he said as he jingled a medal against a shiny brass button. Luck, Ingram, just luck, reprimanded a veteran trooper. Oh, they'll get you yet, added another. They've got some Johnny Rebs over there what can shoot straightbr than these here fellas we got from New Hampshire. It'll be a mighty precious bullet that takes me out of this War, Ingram boasted with a grin. I was pretty peppy myself until they got my leg at Bull Run, drawled Gustav. Ingram gave his usual chuckle and began whistling. Guess I'll go look things over, he said as he went out into the chill air. wk ik HF ik if Spring came. Heavy fighting began. In fact during these early days of '65 it seemed that the Very gates of Hades were thrown open on earth. But Joseph Ingram emerged from every bloody conflict as glbriously boastful as ever. To him the most horrible engagements were 1ife's greatest adventures. The Confederate forces were so hard pressed during this campaign of 1865 that they had very little chance to capture any of the enemy's ammunition, and they had a very hard time supplying their great demand. The Tredegar Iron Works in Richmond were kept at work day and night manufacturing all kinds of military supplies. This arsenal had established the re- cord of always filling every order for ammunition that it re- ceived no matter how large it might be. As the situation became more desperate with the gray forces, General Lee sent in a requisition to the Tredegar Works for an incredibly large number of cartridges. Why, this is impossible! exclaimed one of the chief Work- men. We haven't enough lead. The order must be filled, snapped the superintendent. If General Lee orders, we'll supply. . . .............. ..... . ....................................... . . . . Page eighteen But I tell you we havenit enough leadg you can't make bul- lets without lead, the Workman pleaded. Well, find more lead, find it I I have that lead that we found was rich in silver ore, but you said to put it aside and .... But nothing, use it man, use it demanded the foreman. So the order was filled and wagon trains took case upon case of bright, shiny bullets from the foundry to the strug- gling troops. It was in March that Ingram had been transferred to Fort Stedman, and on this particular night he was on picket duty. The picket posts along this line were unusually close to each other, and the opposing sentries often held very friendly con- versations. However, tonight it seemed peculiarly quiet. In- gram was suspicious. Hey, you over ther, Johnny Reb, speak upg why are you so quiet? he called out. No reply. Always a poor soldier on picket duty, and, unwary as usual, Joseph Ingram rose up to take a look around. What was that moving just ahead of him? A scouting party! This would never do. He settled down to watch very closely. His chance would come, he decided, and he thought it best to be patient. He rose again, but he had been watching the slowly moving figures ahead of him too closely, for a shadow had slipped off to the side and was carefully but rapidly flanking him. The shadow rose to one knee, leveled his gun, and fired. The ball struck Ingram in the thigh and he spun to the ground. Well, they took General Ingram out of the game last night, reported Gustav as the first messmate entered the kit- chen in the morning. Bone shattered right bad, afraid they'll have to amputatef' l F il 1 1 I told them it would be a precious bullet that took me out of that war, gray-haired Joseph Ingram said as he fondled his bullet watch fob. Practically solid silver, he added as he pas- ed the memento to the young admirer sitting beside him on the park bench. The old veteran gave the small boy a twinkling glance, Say, did I ever tell you about that night I broke up a surprise attack on Fort Stedman? IIHWIIIlllililllllllllllllillllllllllllllllillllllllllllllll Page nineteen . . v v QTILS. unnnnnunnnnnnunnummmInInnnummmmmmunmmuum11In111n1111mnnunnnnnmn mamma ITAL QTIQMIQ' v v Two Poems By John McNeill Rescue T Slowly the dawn, Custodian of law and order, Approachesg And the fog, Grim accomplice of the night, Steathily sneaks away. Orchestra The darkened clouds hang overheadg The wind begins to blow. The barking dogg the flitting' birds Are silent as they go. They do not like the splashing rain, They fear the silent snow. The rustling leaves come tumbling downg The patter of the rain Is drowned out in a crashing peal Of thunderous acclaim. The elements of nature join To form this loud refrain. muunnnnnnm Page twenty mumuuuummunnun mmnuunnuu Page vvfflf. The Misbebaving Bicuspid By Hilda Crowder OTHIN G could be more annoying than a false tooth that insists on falling out at the most inopportune times. I speak along this line from hard earned experience. My front tooth was knocked out at the tender age of nine by a stray rock. I remained snaggle-toothed un- til I was about fourteen years old, at which time I be- came the proud possessor of a false tooth. Needless to say it was very awkward at first, but I finally mastered the art of using my new chopper. This tooth gave me very little trouble until last fall, when it suddenly decided to remind me of the fact that it was capable of being very disagreeable. The first fatal event occurred on a Sunday, the day all young ladies try to look their best. When the thoughtful boy friend suggested some frozen candy I completely forgot that I possessed a false tooth at the thought of something to eat Cwhich inci- dentally is my greatest enjoynienti. I was attacking my frozen candy with all the grace possible when suddenly and most un- expectedly my old faithful decided to desert me. Oh, the humil- iation of it all! There I sat grinning like a Cheshire cat, with a gap in my mouth that reminds one of the Grand Canyon. Well, as it may be expected, I spent the next day at the dentist's office, and that was one time I had much rather take a 4-I-I English test. The following Thursday being Thanksgiving, Petersburg was all steamed up over the annual football game with John Mar- shall of Richmond. I don't suppose there was any one in High School who was more excited than I was when I dressed for the big affair. I finally arrived ata the field and hurried down to- wards the bleachers. About half way down the hill I spied an old friend some distance ahead of meg I made an eHort to at- tract her attention, and again my tooth decided to fly into space. Let me add that I attracted her attention, and that of many others besides. I didn't have the heart to face so many of my schoolmates minus my front tooth, so I turned sadly away after giving one forlorn look at the excited crowd below. In spite of all my efforts to escape unnoticed, I saw at least two- thirds of my friends on the way out. They all looked surprised on seeing me leave so soon, and I had to explain again and again 1 ic uii twenty-one Sl omumun Q .77 665.24 QIIIAALYQ V V the dilemma I was in. Each time they laughed as if something really funny had happened. I got home just in time to hear the game over the radio, but, of course, the rest of the holiday was spoiled for me. About a week later I was dressing for a date Cwhich was of course important as it was a first nighterl with a new victim as the hero. I was vigorously brushing my teeth, with the in- tention of having a tooth paste smile, when just to be different my misbehaving bicuspid again decided to put on the fan. I slap- ped my hand over the drain to keep my tooth from going down, and picked it up disgusted and frantic. What now? I reached into the medicine chest and found a piece of cotton and wrapped this around the pivot putting the tooth back into the gap. You can imagine what a time I had the rest of the night. I am not, naturally, a woman of few words, and when one has to be un- natural it is of course very annoying. The third time I went to my dentist he too began to see the Horror of my situation. The tooth has stuck by me until now, but there is still one thing I don't understand: although I have a. delicious sense of humor, I have yet to see the funny side of my unusual annoyance. HW Al: Sea By Mary Mahone The world is sad and dark and drearg I'm sure that's not a notion, ' And I am growing worse, I fear, From this continuous motion. This book goes always down and upg The same goes for my dinner. I really do not care to sup, And I am growing thinner. I think I'1l stay right here in bed Until this boat stops reeling. I've got a strange ache in my head And such a funny feeling. . . . Page twenty two :nnuuunmuumnmm The Problem Byi Linwood Stevenson HETHER he liked it or C, p WJ' not John had always fl done what he thought ,rf 137' to be right. Of course L6 there wasn't much for 'mm him to do that he didn't want to do. He never had been in bad straits, up until nowg but that is another matter not for our discussion. Before talking about John Thornton much it would only be fair for us to meet him and learn to under- stand him . . . Oh, well, 1et's just lllli ' z: ll 2 rang.. hmmm fiiiiiig .iminsmu nllllllg Us '-1 lvlslpr F31 'WEB Eiiiig -Ufqwmxnl Ii-'EW 1205130 'af if - FUI! H ffffj. l Q gif' , 5 I n I Il I .. -ai, .. ' ' I :4:' 3- yrf I.: ,J , nm .. .... ' V, YQ -r T: 1 :unfit 'af El, ' 1 ' +-'1' -sfeszstz-, , . ! ,S 5' 1 . 2 1 - ' - .v v. , visual-rse.isws- -. up ill -. nu .- ,km -11-, . 1, : LJ.-3 - ,,fjr? .1. .v. 1 :-wfef'rfil..a.r it f?'2.se'!f2Hf' ,- V Jr..a..3Jg,A,,,.' -T A' , 417' ' Ill ll ' ft-' f ff' - vw 1. 1, Av .' 1- f4:-, 'gzjw -1 ll 2-'Lf' 34535 , 41.4. E .lf:'jd?1? ?:' i' .QW ff . - -.--2 -.Lf 5 L,-.21 , -f-was-' gf' -. ,, ? ' '--frf '1f '.. ,g..f.-'Li Lim' ' ' ' . ' - Ti'r '-'ini' '51 , n V ' A A flair H-- ., .... . .... try to understand him and not talk about him. John' father, Mr. Thornton, was born and bred on the Virginia coast, his father alternately fishing and farming for a living. Mr. Thornton's father did not drink or . . . I started to say cuss, but what seaman does not occasionally give way to his temper in words? And the same goes for farmers and fishermen. However, the men working with and for Mr. Thorn- ton's father both drank and cursed. You know for yourself that a boy in an atmosphere of this kind goes one of two ways. He either picks up drinking, gambling and cursing as naturally as a fish swims, or he is overcome by a deep feeling of disgust, which drives him on to make something of himself. Unfor- tunately most such boys turn to the former life if brought up in it. However, the Mr. Thornton in whom we are interested proved to be one of the latter type of men, or this story might never have been written. Mr. Thornton worked his way through several degrees of higher education and finally entered the min- isterial ranks of the Methodist church. Shortly after entering into God's work he fell hard for a beautiful belle of Southern descent as is proven by the fact that not long after she became his wife. It wasn't so terribly long after this happy event that another one took place and John, later to become somewhat like his father let us hope, appeared on the scene. John's father made rapid advancement in the ranks of his lmmmmummmuuunluuuIu1Iunnu111vummnuuIunIII1uummmmmnuuumunnumnu no n Page twenty-three . . 4 Q 77 uffac QILAAJC V V church and, as is the custom in the Methodist church, naturally moved from one place to another. This constant change of location was, of course, rather hard on little Johnny. Hardly would he form one circle of true friends before he would hear Father has been moved to a larger church in -. Thereupon he would have to leave his friends and meet new ones in another city, never knowing just when he must move again. Of course this sort of thing had its effect on John. He .turned to reading as his best source of amusement and pastime. Mr. Thornton soon saw his son's love of literature and kept him supplied with what he considered good books and magazines. John faithfully read this material, but he also read what he considered to be more interesting. In school John had little trouble making excellent marks. He would systematically do any written work required, but other than that he studied little. It was his great store of knowledge gained from his extensive reading that enabled him to get such high grades easily. His parents were justly proud of their only boy's apparent studious abilities. John took an active part in school activities, no matter where he happened to be. The ease with which he obtained honors in his classes greatly helped to give the confidence which made him a leader everywhere. And though John spent much time working with organizations and thus showed great leadership talents, he made very few close friends until his father gained a permanent posi- tiong but that we shall soon hear of. He continued his reading in spare time, no matter Where he was. He Was, however, wise enough to exercise and keep his body in healthy condition, read- ing or no reading. The Thorntons led such a home life as might be the envy of many a wistful parent. At every meal together a minute prayer service was held. Every evening before the youngest child retired, a ten-minute family group would be held in which a chapter of the Bible would be read and a discussion of the chapter heldg then everyone would join together in asking God for His guidance through the coming day and thanking Him for His help in the past day. Every Sunday you could find the two daughters, the mother, and the brother listening to their father preach and deliver a message of love and hope to the attentive congregation. After Mr. Thornton received a permanent ap- pointment, the Whole family would be found attending church at every service in a sweet and Worshipful group. If the child- . . . Page twenty four iam: r ummmumu Page 7 'Y Q gc. S ...................................................................,...,................... ........ ,...,.......,......,....................,..................................,.................................................................,.................... ren should happen to iinish studying a bit early of a winter night they would play one another games, or would sit and discuss some event of interest to the family. The three children were early taught the harm of alcoholic drinks, the effects of tobacco on the body and the reasons why playing cards are objectionable. And such a family spirit! One member could seek advice on any question from the rest. And how they did stick together through thick and thin when father was appointed to his per- manent position as editor of the Advocate and when mother was desperately ill and it was doubtful if she could live! So you see John should be quite a nice fellow. John went through high school and college. The following fall he was planning to enter the ministry. Early in June Mr. Thornton was taken sick. John handled the Advocate for his father during what proved to be Mr. Thornton's last illness. Quickly recovering from the shock of his father's death, John continued as editor of the Advocate . He had by this time gained much recognition from church and civic leaders because of his attempts to expose a racketeer by the name of Big Boss Jim Ringstaif. Ringstaff always managed to be just within the law. John wished to prove him guilty of breaking a law and thus remove one evil influence from the country. Every person agreed that many young fellows were falling under the influence of Big Boss Jim and that John Thornton was doing a noble piece of work. Ringstaif lived in a neighboring city and owned some newspaper concerns. With this influential power under his control he poorly attempted to return the fire of J ohn's Advocate . While in the midst of this attempt the con- ference decided to appoint some older man editor in John's posi- tion. However, such protest was aroused by church and civic officials that he was appointed editor-in-chief of the Advocate And then it was that John became ill. What a time to be- come ill! But his illness wasn't measles, mumps or whooping coughg influenza, tuberculosis or pneumoniag kidney, heart or appendix trouble. His illness was classed under the much mis- used name of love. It could not be helped. Love is no respecter of persons, for whom should he fall in love with but the daughter of the very man most opposing him at the time-the daughter of Big Boss Jim Ringstaff? He had met Elizabeth as representative of a college paper. She was then in her last year of schooling. He fell and so did IuuIIInnmuumununumumumn uunnmummIunanuunIInInunIn1nnnnInnnnnnmunmuuunnun1nnnInnnnnum-nnnunum 1nnIuInnnmnun-:mnnIIumnmmuuuum u twenty-five . . K Q . 77 unu1inu1nnnnununnnI11umnnuumumummummmmumu'annumnumIinnuninnn1nnnnnn1n1ununumm:m11nimmmmmunumuImmuuumnnunnuminnunnuu11I1n1n4u1A111IuIunnmnnnnmnunnmu she. He loved her deeply, and she returned that love with in- terest. B You see Elizabeth Blanche was nothing like her father. She had none of his undesirable traits. Big Jim had married a Woman with righteous ideals and then had disappointed her by his crooked ways. He loved his wife dearly, though, even if he did pay no attention to her advice concerning his methods of gaining money. Being honest for once, he had admitted that she could best raise their only child and had let her do so. Hence Elizabeth Blanche's charming beauty and innocence. John and Blanche had agreed to marry regardless of Big Jim's interference. However, the situation was this: If John married Blanche he would be forced to give up his charges against her father and therefore would probably become liable to charges of bargain and sale. He would be forced to give up his position as editor of the Advocate and, as Blanche sug- gested, go to another part of the country and there start the climb to success anew. He could, by holding his position and merely dropping the charges against Ringstaff, cause much unpleasantness. On the other hand, if he continued his exposure of Boss Jim he must lose his beloved Blanche. The question: to mary Blanche and start the climb to suc- cess in a new community or to continue as editor of the Advo- cate and give up Blanche. I don't know what I would do in such a case. What would you do? What did John do? The power of love is strong. I wonder! tx., I. if IIIIIllIIIIItIIIIIIIllIIIIIllrlllllllrlrlllllllllllll . . . . Page twenty six v v 9316.8 Iu1IfnIIInIIInum-nummmminImmmmmm-muum To a Small Stream By Garland Harvill Winding along on your narrow path O'er hill and dale, your ways so free, What are you thinking of, little brook, As you trickle along on your way to the sea? Here and there are clear, deep pools Where fishes play among silver stones, And the mockingbird overhead pauses and sings In the stately pines with their sharp, brown cones. You have no cares to face you in life, To darken your soul, on your journey so longg You frolic and play over thousands of rocks, As you softly go, humming and whistling a song. uvnuIunmumunmnnnmIuumm:mnnmm-nnmum Page twenty-seven . . . unummm-nmumnnumnunmmn ffm, Qllaafi' v v Never Again By Murrell Godsey l., MEAN it! Never again will I be lured away from my ,if cool, comfortable front porch on a hot summer morn- - ing to go fishing. A First we had to make a raid on our garbage pail I to find an empty cang then armed with spades, we searched for a damp place where those nice, fat brown fishing worms abide. Ugh! Just close your eyes and pick up a handful of these wrigglers and put then in the can: but even now, seven months later, I don't have to close my eyes to feel that horrible, creeping, crawling, quavering sensation when I feel that warm mass of living, squirming worms slide through my fingers. Next we loaded the car with our fishing poles, bait, and lunch. Then, guided by the most enthusiastic of young Isaac Waltons, we headed for the great open spaces. When we reached a certain place, We had to get out and walk the rest of the way through a stretch of woods down to the Creek. We thought it was unbearably hot when we started on our trip, but by the time we had plodded through these woods, slipping on pine tags and rolling logs, brushing webs from our faces and hair, breaking away from the briars which would detain us, We decided that these woods were nearly as hot as Hades. Then, too, we had annexed more guests-uninvited guests, those buzzing, biting insects which want to claim rela- tionship with you. With a pole in one hand and a can of bait in the other, we had little chance of waging a winning engagement with the mosquitoes. How much farther could this creek be? We had gone so far it was silly to turn back now, so, Excelsior l Oh! At last the air felt fresher and cooler, and after clam- bering through another bunch of laurel bushes, we found the elusive creek. We were ready to drop in our tracks, but, if We had, we should have landed in poison ivy, so We had to go on farther up the creek trying to locate an ideal spot for fishing and eating lunch, sans poison ivy. We found it, dropped everything, and sat down on a fallen log. We sat and sat and sat, too tired to talk or move. It seems that you have to put bait on the hook before cast- . . . Page twenty eight FW: -,..9fIf. S. ummm uumu mummmu mum umnmmm mum nnummun numuu1u1nI1un1xu111unmumuummunnInuu1In1u1n11unnnmuuuunmIunInnImnnnumunmnmnmnmml ing the line in the water. Yes, we had the bait, and we had the hooks, but somebody had to do the dirty work. We drew straws to see who should bait the hooks. I closed my eyes and prayed that it wouldn't be Ig it fell to the lot of one of the boys, who went about the task as if he thoroughly enjoyed it. When the sun began to sink, and the ardent fishermen decid- ed they had had enough, we unpacked our lunch and found more uninvited guests: ants-big ants, little ants, black ants, and red ants. We shook them off, pinched them off, and ate what we had left. After this so-called lunch, we called it a day and started back to the car. In bed that night, I began to roll and turn and twist, and all the self-control I could muster could not keep me from scratch- ing. I decided that I had brought something besides fish home with me: those pesky little nuisances which cling so close to you that they even get under your skin-Chiggers !! I mean what I said at the beginning. Never again! Dawn By Robert Burgess At last I reached the greatly cherished hill And stood above the quiet sleeping town Still wrapped in the ghostly robe of misty white That swiftly passing night threw softly down. Look, the east is fast becoming gray. It is the overture, the break of dawn. The stars fall back to make way for the kingg The glowing sphere appears to crown the morn. The fog rolls up its cloak and disappears Stars twinkle, fade and vanish from our sightg On thin, white clouds the sun's rays brightly fall, And behold again the morning conquers night. IllIllIlIIIlllllllIlIIilllllilhllllllIiiillillllllilllllllllllllll Page twenty-nlne . . Tribute By Martha W11hamson Bes de the rollmg sea I stand To watch as each successzve 'wave Prostrates ztsebf upon the sand Almzghty kmg and lowly slave The swayzng palm exterzds zts hand And awed I see obezsance made As wave on 'wave ascends the shore Upon the beach nch gzfts are lazd KThe sea through storm zts treasure bore Such br llzant gems of coral and jade My humble pen cannot dzsclose My feelzngs as I realzze How small such trzbutes are to those That man and earth the sea and slzzes 'Yi Should pay to Hzm 'who good bestows' NN IKIQWMH numnnnmunumnununnummummm Page thirty C nnnumnnnumnmm Page vvQf7fS 1nnInnnn1nuunzIuuuIIm11I1umnmnnmnummunnmnunIIunInnn1nnn1uummununmm Broken Pride By Evelyn Reade T 3, n LTHOUGH the day was , 1 egg., - 3 H123 y one of those sultry days which are characteris- ' f '34, pg. tic of the waning sum- wif 'F.,.e .,l mer, Mary Witherspoon . Aemmy 1 N felt e decided change in 1 the atmosphere when she neared f :4.???i',. - WT, the vicinity of the Hamilton T5 ' y' home. Something about it seem- 5e.9 M Q I f ed to suggest winter and cold- p ness. 4 45 ' - Perhaps it's because there Z1 Q kgs, is nobody to love and care for V as 0 ' ' asm it, she mused, half-aloud. She was an ardent collector of antiques and had recently been admitted into an exclusive woman's club which had that sole purpose. The members met once a month and talked about the importance of preserving the few remaining relics of a past generation. Mary had been chosen to speak at the next meeting, and so she had obtained permission from the -owners of the old man- sion to visit it for the purpose of getting information on her subject. The old Hamilton place was well-known for its priceless antique furniture,and she considered herself lucky to have the opportunity to visit it. ' The house was cared for by an old couple who formerly had served in the capacity of butler and maid, respectively, and now lived here alone. The younger generation of the Hamiltons consisted of two sons who had palatial homes in the near-by city, and who never came near the place except when it was absolutely necessary. The reason for their keeping the place wasn't due to sentiment, as you would expect, but because they had promised their old parents never to part with the things which their family had had for generations. Their wives, who evidently didn't value the beautiful things, stored their old fur- niture in the basement and attic and regarded the antique fur- niture, which really did need repairing, as a lot of worthless junk. thirty-one . nmnmnummn Illmllmm ujkc Syninaifcn v v xl1mmmnIIInInumuuuunuIuIII1Ilunnumnnmnuum uu1nunnmmnmmmnnuuxIIInmmnmuunmn mnmnmnnuuu uuunmun After knocking for a considerable time, Mary gained ad- mittance. She explained her object and the old caretaker went in search of his wife. He seemed as musty and antiquated as the surroundings, and Mary remarked later to one of her friends that if he had returned, followed by some ante-bellum belle of the Hamilton family, she wouldn't have been surprised. He returned almost immediately and was followed by his wife who fitted into the surroundings as perfectly as her hus- band. Upon learning what Mary wanted, she ushered her into the dining-room and began a dry explanation of the origin of this and that while Mary industriously took notes. She noticed that the old woman seemed to regard her as if she were an objectionable intruder and resented her being there, but Mary had an irresistible charm and soon had the old woman telling her small incidents about the family life as it used to be in the olden days and about intimate affairs of the family. When they had completed examining the house, Mary had the old woman in a very amicable frame of mind, and her countenance wore quite a benign expression when Mary pressed a silver dollar into her palm. As Mary prepared to depart, she caught sight of a pair of vases which had escaped her attention beforehand. Oh, they are so delicate and pretty ! she exclaimed en- thusiastically. They'Ve been in this family nigh on a hundred years, replied the old woman proudly, for she regarded the things here as her own, because she and her husband had lovingly cared for them for the best part of their lives. Mary was admiring them when the old woman hastily ex- cused herself. When she returned, she bore a vase which was similar to those which she had been looking at. You can have this one here if you want it. It was given to me by young Mr. Jack Hamilton's wife when she came here last summer to see about the condition of things, said the old wo- man. Mary quickly responded, But you'l1 want it, Won't you '! No, I won't, was her answer, and anyway, I can buy much prettier ones down at the ten cent store. It was plain to see that she didn't value the vase very much. Thanking her, Mary departed, and on the way back to town, decided to center her speech around the vase. The whole club will be envious of me now, she thought. . . . . Page thirty-two O V V . gc. mm: mmmnumm unnmmnmmnn ummmummnumuunuuu u11IuInn111un1mIuxununn1xIn1nn1x1r1uInIumaxnnrnnxunnuInnumIIInxn1Iumuuuummuuunm S nnuuuunnl Mary arose at the introduction by the president and with the vase before her on the table began her lecture on the re- sponsibility of the club to preserve such relics as those at the Hamilton mansion. Pointing to the vase with her voice full of pride after a long talk on what the mansion contained, Mary said, and this lovely antique was presented to me by the care- taker Who must have sensed my great love for antique vases from the glitter of my eyes as they alighted on two fine speci- mens in the hall. I shall pass this vase around. I'm sure you'1l all agree that it must have come direct from some English castle. Isn't it just gorgeous ? She held it high for everyone to see amidst loud applause for her interesting speech, when upon its bottom in bold blue letters she read- Made in Czechoslovakia. Mary grew pale- Czechoslovakia was founded after the World War! she man- aged to say to herself between gulps. Fifty femenine voices gasped- Oh my goodness! Hea- vens! Oh-oh! as the tiny vase crashed to a thousand pieces upon the floor. How careless of me! Mary said sheepishly. nmnnmuumlummuuuuvu nunmummmnuum Page thirty-three . . . . Slit Quiaaifev v v mnnummm-uumunummnn111IIxmnmnunnnmmummmmmum-ummmmmunnnmmmumumm A Co-Ed Dance By Newland Pittman !6 iam AVE you ever attended one of those diabolic death dances known familiarly as the co-ed dance? If you haven't, then take it from me you have avoided one of the greatest bodily tortures ever devised by man. 2 ,J-,, - The results of one of these affairs are various and sundry, depending on your constitution. If you are a football hero or a boxer, you will probably contract nothing worse than a cold, stiff joints, and a headache. However, if you are one of those anaemic specimens of humanity who was unable to make the football team, then anything from a nervous breakdown to pneumonia may result. The fateful day that was to end with such dire consequences for me progressed the same as any other up until 4:30 o'clock. At 4:30 precisely it happened. The phone rang. Not a long sneering ring or a short harsh one, you understand, but just an ordinary, everyday, little old ring. I rose gracefully from the chair in which I reclined and answered it nonchalantly. Hello! I sang gayly . . . Who? . . . Marie? Well, well, how are you? . . . That's fine . . . What? You want me to go to a co-edldance with you tonight? Why, sure, I'd like to go. Thanks a lot. Good-bye. The deed was done. However, I did not know at the time what I was in for. I was really flattered, knowing that it was considered quite an honor to be invited to one of these affairs. The only thing that worried me was whether or not I would get any breaks. I hoped I would, so that Marie would have a good time. Well, I got my wish and how! When we arrived we found the floor somewhat crowded, but we managed by dint of much pushing to find a place fairly near the orchestra and proceeded to dance. My first break was a girl decidedly on the plumpish side. We couldn't seem to get together somehow. I think our main trouble was that, when I hopped, her feet were planted squarely on the floor, and when I was down she was up. Things were becoming desperate when suddenly relief arrived in the form of Susie Shanks. The music had changed from a hot-cha-cha num- ber to the well known tune, Solitude As the music began nmumuumlnnnunnunnnnnnnnnnunmnnnnnmnunnnnmnnnununuuuuunuuunnuunmmmmmm uummmnlnnnun1mnmmmmnmnnm . . . . Page thirty four Susie exclaimed vivaciously, Oh, I just love that, don't you? It always makes me feel so dreamy and sentimental! Her idea of sentimentality seemed to consist of planting her head on my aching shoulder and singing the orchestral air in my ear in a sobby voice, definitely oif key. I had a fairly good dancer to break me next. I think she danced well because she kept such good time with her chew- ing gum, with which pliable substance she seemed to be abund- antly and noisily supplied. For about a half an hour there was a lull in the battle and I began to enjoy the dance. This ended, however, when Clarabelle Snodgrass broke me. Clarabelle is the ultra-sophisticate of our town, as her name Would imply. As soon as the music began she lit a cigarette and slipped lan- guorously into my arms. It might have been very romantic but for the fact that her cigarette began to singe the hair from the back of my neck. I was relieved by a friend of mother's, a Mrs. Jones, a buxom lady of forty-five. She insisted on attending all the public dances, and instead of her partner leading her she insisted on leading her partner. It was useless to resist, as I soon found out. Mrs. Jones, in spite of her forty-five years possessed the strength of an Amazon. Incidentally, she used the same steps that wowed the Yale prom in 1910. Anyway, the music began to play, and there the fun began! Mrs. Jones danced me up, down, around, across, through, and against traffic, all the While using me as a bumper. I was entirely at her mercy, and if the dance hadn't ended at that minute I'm not at all sure that I would have lived to tell this sad tale. However, as it was, I was a sorry sight to behold. I was a fair imitation of a limp rag. I survived, as you see, but only after a long struggle. So unless you are an ex-prizefighter or a gigolo, don't attend a co-ed dance. ulunnummummmumnml uunnnnmn I ln m Page thirty-five . . S v v mm. I4nmmmnnIunuuIlnuxnxInIIIlmnnunnnnnunuun1u1umnnnmnunImmnuuumunuuuuu mnmmn: Sim QTUMM' v v The Brook By Amy Bush The brook was babbling on its way: It ran o'er pebbles, sticks and stones, It laughed, and played and was so gay, And sang a song of many tones. And then it left its rocky bedg It fell and tumbled with great force, And rumbled onward then to tread The millwheel turning on its course. The work now done it Went its Way, And sang a song of sweet content, For now, it hadn't much to say: It mattered not just where it Went. munumm u nm: un ummmnnuunuunmu Page thirty-six uuIuruummumuuuunnnnnau to be Kay Williams, former na- ihauluummnnunnunnmnnmmm uumummun:nunnnmnm VV QMS IIIIInInII111ummnnnunmuuurI11ruxInnuI1I1mmmunux1InInnmunuxumuummnumnumum A Real Champion By Jane Rees ' I-IE SUN shone brightly down on th e green . , . grass tennis court of f - ik the beautiful Brookline 7 3 I Jtfigfb D s -1 Country Club. Today 1 ' . ' S W was the day of the fin- p als of the annual invitation tour- I . A ' nament. To most people it f 'Ul U ' ' is its meant little if anything, only a , it tune-up for the nationals the fol- j Ik : d lowing month, but to one indi- : VF' ' 'll , I vidual it meant more than life ., 5 f p T - - - - - .W .-., 1-QB ,, - . itself. This individual happened tional Women's singles champion. Looked upon in her prime as unbeatable, Kay had now reached the age of thirty-one, an age which to most people would mean just the beginning of life, but to an athlete it meant old age. Kay was just about at the end of her rope, and it was be- coming harder each day to hold on. She had managed to reach the finals of the tournament only after several hard battles, in which courage and luck played no small part. As early as the second round of the tournament she was on the brink of defeat, dropping the first set but rallying brilliantly to capture the final two. Kay's opponent today happened to be Carol James, ranked first in the country and looked upon by everyone as the com- ing national champion. Carol was young, and she had every- thing necessary to become the championg her serve was a virtual bullet, her ground strokes faultless. She had advanced to the finals of the Brookline Tournament without the loss of a set. Today's match was only expected to be another straight set triumph. To the average fan it was only another set-up, a has been playing a coming champion, but to both Kay and Carol it meant much more than this. Few if any remembered the last time these two stars had met. It had happened three years ago at New- port in one of the season's largest tournaments. Kay Williams, at the time, was national champion although she had even then uumnmmmmnmnmummnnumnmmn Page thirty-seven 6522 glzimifayy V v T begun to falter. Carol James was a youngster of nineteen play- ing in her first big tournament. The two girls met in the quar- ter-finals. The day had been hot and sultryg the season was nearing its close. Both girls were on edge, but in top form. The first set was won by the younger girl after a terrific battle by the score of 7-5. Miss Williams then braced up and, play- ing some of the best tennis of her life, took the second set 6-3. The gallery was in a turmoil. Was it possible that the daunt- less Kay Williams was to go down in defeat before a compara- tively unknown youngster? Then came the third and final set, both girls giving everything. Score in games 2-25 3-33 then the break. With the score at deuce in the seventh game Carol hit a terrinc drive dangerously near the base line. In going after the ball Kay failed to get her racquet on the ball, but happened to be in the way of the officials calling the shot. Neither offi- cial having gotten an accurate view of the ball, they had put it up to Kay to call the shot. After a second of thought she had called, Out . At this point the younger girl blew up. She nearly threw away the final two games getting only one point in the remainder of the set. As she hit the ball into the net for the deciding point, Carol dashed directly off the court instead of coming to the net to congratulate her opponent. Kay went on to win the tournament, Carol faded into oblivion only to return a few years later as a sensation. Now three years after their first meeting they were to meet again, only this time the setting was reversed: Carol the fav- orite, Kay the underdog. To Kay winning the tournament meant remaining in tennis, the game she loved, the game she had given her life to. She had been offered a professional contract provided she won the tournament. She knew her days as a first flight player were about over, but as a professional she would keep in contact with the game as an instructor, and play a few exhibition games here and there. To Carol winning meant only one thing, revenge. The first set got under way just as every one expected. Carol won easily by a score of 6-1. Kay's former speed was gone, her serve had lost its sting. But the second set proved to be another story. It started much in the manner of the first set with Miss James taking the first two games. Then Kay's game began clicking. Her speed was gone, but her accuracy was still there. She began hitting the lines, aiming for the corners, and had soon pulled up even with her opponent at two . . . Page thirty eight n ranmmnuunnuu mu:mmumnnuununnuuuunmnxsllnnmnsunmmlnulnmmnhamnuun games all. Both girls battled courageously, giving all but never giving up. The set went to seven all, and then came another crucial moment. Ironically it happened in much the same man- ner as in their first match of three years ago. The score was deuce in the fifteenth game with the score in games seven all. Miss James was serving. Her first service came over the net with the speed of a bullet. Kay never came close to hitting it. Once again the officials were puzzled. Kay must again call the point. Good 1 she called, as she prepared to receive her opponent's serve. But the set was all over. That disputed point proved to be the breaking point for Kay. Carol at last won the set 9-7. As she drove home the deciding point Carol rushed to the net. Kay was there to meet her, offering congratulations that she did not feel. But Carol was the one who stole the show this time. Can you ever forgive me for the way I have acted? she asked quietly as the gallery were filing from the stands. It's been a privilege playing against you. You proved yourself today to be a greater champion than I can ever hope to be. 11 In My Swing By Cabell B. Powell As I am swinging in my swing Gliding through the morning breeze, I drink the dew drops from the sky ' As I pass high up through the trees. Higher, higher I seem to seek Up where the fairies play and singg Apple blossoms kiss my cheek As I pass through the air in my swing. Back and forth I sail along Like a birdie on its wingg Through the heavens, on and on I dream while swinging in my swing. Page thirty-nine . -vszsgws fills illiterate v v Torturing Radios By Everett C. Cogbill f ,QQQT HE radio is commonly considered one of man's most useful inventions, but in the hands of an inconsiderate ' next-door neighbor it becomes a first rate instrument ' 43,9 1 of torture. As long as our fair city was in the grip of King Winter, my neighbor Jones and I got along as well as one usually does with this type of petty nuisance, but the very thought of the punishment I took from him on many of the hot nights which accompany the good old summer time heats me to the boiling point on the coldest day. Our houses were separated by about fifteen feet, and the rooms were so constructed that when I was in my room, I could see directly into the chamber which he, with some exaggeration, boasted of as his private den. On one very hot and sultry night I Went to bed about eleven. I lay there for what seemed hours, suffering from the unbear- able heat and trying to go to sleep, but 'sleep refused to come. I counted sheep. I must have counted every one in the United States and Great Britain. Still no sleep. I heard the clock in the downstairs hall chime out one melodious note announcing the arrival of eleven-thirty. Suddenly, I realized that a light had been switched on somewhere and was sending its beams into my room. I rose up and looked through my window. Just as I had suspected, the light came from neighbor Jones' den, and I had looked just in time to see him rush madly to his radio and adjust the gadgets which control the infernal machine. Judging from the way he turned up the volume, he must have been stone deaf. Even in my remote position, the sound was loud enough to wake the dead. Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, sounded clearly from his den. This is the Old Fiddlers' program. One half hour of your favorite hill-billy and cowboy songs. One half-hour of music at its very worst! Whether I could stand five minutes of it was doubtful, but thirty minutes was out of the question. The Old Fiddlers 'began their program with Take Me . . . Page nmmnmmxm forty T T s gcc Illllll IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIllllIIIIIIIIIIIMllltllllIllIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIllllllllIIIIMIIIIIIIIIillllIIIlllllllllllllllllllllllllii Back to My Boots and Saddle. This was more than I could stand. I thrust the pillow gently but firmly over my head. My second oppressor, heat, then made itself known, and I was forced to remove this burden. I went to the window and slammed it down. Now, how- ever, I was again forced to choose between tormenting sound and the fast increasing and unendurable heat. Finally, I concluded that being slowly roasted to death was much the worse of the two evils. Having resigned myself to my awful fate, I again approached the window and reluctantly opened it. The Old Fiddlers were now in the midst of Home on the Range, my pet abomination. This set mad thoughts rushing furiously through my brain. As much as I should have liked it, murder was out of the question for two reasons. First, I had no shells for my shotgun 3 and, secondly, my tormentor, probably al- ready sensing my vexation, refused to appear near the window. Thrusting my head out of the window and yelling were seriously considered, but this carried with it far too drastic consequences, for the wrath of my family, who were by this time also awake, would be on my poor head in the morning. Finally, I grasped the solution. When defeated, the best thing to do is to vacate the place. This I resolved to do im- mediately and I acted accordingly. Having dressed and left the house, I decided to continue walking around the block until my neighbor shut off his radio. Outside the house, the voices of the entertainers at work sounded clearly. I wondered what the other neighbors thought, but this was no concern of mine. I started walking. After completing my rounds the third time, I found that the light was out, and the noise had ceased. My torture was ended, and peace was mine at last-and sleep. mmmnmmmmnnnn Page forty-one . . 31 ll . .v P 5242 911466132 V V Sea Foam By Katherine Stern The salty spray sweeps o'er the shore And bathes the burning sand, Caressing every silvery shell Strewn o'er that sheet of tan. Foamy, flowing back and forth, It seems to kiss the sun That Welcomes every cooling touch When all its work is done. How sweet the blue horizon looks Without a trace of sorrow, While Waiting peaceful for the sun To kiss it on the morrow. nmnuuuum Page forty-hm T T J o me S nu-...m.m...m inIml1nmI-II.m.4III-4Inmm-1-1mumHImn.mm-1mlm.11-mmummunmmmu ' 5,7100 YZWIJX, -' M fi g if ' - 3 ..., g s' ,aging X i f 'flint f f - fl. . x N 1.jg'.Qf.j W isfsif, , f ff! ,1-Eel I llglifzffg-It-, Wy Z K ' -, ,I V., .- , -3: lj- - ' .'.14:,: at 'V - ,'-f'fmssS5aaEs iSsss' X ff ' l 'r v a 1 'rylx - ' ' ' ' ,., --, :.. - . if-LJ E Rx szfihinfiia I ' .-Y we f ' ,' ff ff ' 1 f 'I ll . ' ggllfigf 1 I , N S If y -Y L airs . 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It is a shame that in a high school such as ours subjects like music and art are omitted. What little money that is saved by their omission will not repay what the talent in our school is losing. So we could go on and on asking why mechanical drawing desks and materials are not up to par, Why no regular mechanical work is done within the school, why the library is not better than it is, etc. Before we pass this, let us see what other schools have done toward reaching a 1936 system, not the ten or fifteen-year-old one that we now have. It is interesting to note that a class in automobile driving which recently started in New York and Chicago has been tak- en up by schools in Spokane and many other cities. Quoting from the American City, November 1935, The State of New Hampshire, which tried an elective course in automobile driv- ing last year in fifty-seven high schools and academies in the state, this year is making the course compulsory. Yes, a very modern trend and perhaps a Very wise one, considering auto fatalities of the past few years. Page forty-three . H322 9IlM6iffQ,, V V In Hiram, Ohio, they have installed a course in the develop- ment of intelligent consumers. Elsewhere courses have been started to teach students how to study. In the December, 1935, issue of the Industrial Arts and Vocational Guidance Magazine is an interesting article showing the necessity of building a manual training course around a group of dominating factors. We suggest that the City Council read it and see how fully our manual training courses can be planned-or let them gaze upon the picture on the magazine's cover of a modern manual train- ing roomg then let their eyes fill with pity as they gaze upon ours. Another suggestion we offer for the advancement of educa- tion facilities here is the return of the teacher's salary to its normal standard. In the past few years these salaries have been subjected to two cuts which were great in comparison to the original sums. Now we know that some teachers may teach wholly because they love the work, but we also know that a good salary keeps them a great deal more interested. Of course they are still teaching despite the drastic pay cuts, and teaching well, but it is hard to keep one's mind on algebra, history, etc., when you have financial worries, which incidentally become great worries after two pay cuts coupled with the devaluation of the dollar. As a direct result of poor wages the school has lost two of its best faculty members, Mr. Thompson and Miss Wilkie, who now receive better salaries elsewhere. Yes, to create the best type of work on the part of the teachers we must relieve them of outside worries. A full pay check, we are sure, would ac- complish this. Let us say that we place no blame on the heads of the School Board, realizing that they have tried desperately hard to make a hesitant City Council provide the means to further their plans of improvement. The solution, of course, lies in an aroused public opinion which shall demand that the schools of 'Petersburg enjoy the best of educational facilities. If only our parents would in- form themselves about the needs of our schools, they could very readily employ their influence to see that our schools not only do not retreat, but march forward. -L. F. . . . Page forty four w V V nun mnuunuu mm:nnmunnnIlmi1xn111munmnuuuunununummnmnumInummmumnum Why Not? NE thing lacking in our high school, which can be sup- plied so easily, is the social life of the school. Cer- tainly outside of a few club meetings and one or two 7' dances a semester there is none. Why We have no . -- interest toward the social side of school is a ques- ' tion for the psychologist, but we wish to offer a means to reach an end. Liberally speaking, about one-fourth of the students in the school are connected with some organization in the school. Of this one-fourth only about fifty per cent are in any way inter- ested in the affairs of their respective societies. Of this fifty per cent only about one half are. actively interested. Using round numbers, if there are 1,000 pupils in the school, there are then only sixty-one or sixty-two active social members, an outrageously small number. What can be done to create a social interest within the school? First, we suggest a better understanding between societies. At present every society is completely ignorant of each other's actions. Without some plan of cooperation they do the school no good. A society council consisting of one member from each society, chosen within his respective society, to meet once a month and discuss means of improving social activities within the school, is our suggestion for a feasible plan. It would be a duty of this council to provide one-shall we say affair? -a month, to be approved of course by the societies themselves. To finance these aHairs each society will pay a certain sum every month to the council, which will be returned to them from the proceeds of the entertainment. The profits can be disposed of in numerous ways under the direction of some member of the faculty. Of course, the above is only an idea which can be used or thrown out in place of a better at the first meeting of the council. We realize that with the present state of affairs here it will probably take a couple of years before any society will even discuss this plan and probably two more before all societies discuss it together. However, we have suggestedg let them act. l 1 ll. 1, tl le' W 0 As for the type of affairs to be given, they too can be de- cided at council meetings. There are always dances to be given, bridge parties, Weenie-roasts, plays, etc. ... ........ .................,.......................................... .... ................ .... ......... ....... ..........,,..,.... ..,,................... Page forty-five . . . SFU-IS Illia 9llaa1le v v Last we suggest that more dances be given in the gym- nasium. So far dancing has been the only form of social activity at all. A few years back the student body of the High School fought hard to get the use of the gym. Now they have it,why not use it? A certain member of the faculty recently stated that one dance a month would be a good idea. It would certainly pay. Ask the O. G. girls and the Square Circle misses about that. Over at Thomas Jeierson in Richmond they carry this idea out liberally, sometimes giving more than one a month, especially in football season. A dance after every football game, or on Easter or Thanksgiving and other holidays would work beautifully. Let's get away from our hermit mode of living and put a bit of social life into our school. -L. F. Reorganize the Clubs i Q53 ' E ARE all aware of the fact that there are many clubs 3 and societies existing in our school. Formerly there ,132 were History and Civics Clubs, but a few years back FA they were abolished. -iff-115 When they were active, the History Club took trips ' i W to the various historical places in the vicinity 3 the Civics Club visited buildings in which some form or system of government was transacted. All of us can readily see how helpful and interesting these trips would prove to students studying these subjects. Through the organization of these clubs, a keener interest could be arous- ed, and surely a student would learn of History and Civics all the more. We want to revive these clubs and carry them on as they were a few years ago. If they made progress and were suc- cessful at one time, surely we could attempt to make them even more successful and beneficial now. Recently there has been completed the Virginia Museum of Fine Arts in Richmond, Virginia. What an enjoyable trip this would be for the History Club! The Civics Club could have visited the Virginia General Assembly and seen just how the sessions are conducted. This . . . Page forty six lllllllllll llllllllillllll IKIIIIIIIHIIYIIIIIVIIIIIINIRIIIIIII IllhlilllllllllllllllllllliIllllilllllilililhllvlillllllwiflllIlllbillllllllllllllllillllilllllllllll would indeed broaden the minds of many students and give them knowledge' which would stay with them. If possible, we want to do everything we can to help each other during our school life. If we reorganize these clubs, knowledge as well as pleasure will be provided for each member. Let us consider deeply the need of these clubs and cooperate to get them back where they were and should be now. If we do this, we can be assured that it will be a Work well worth while to each of us. p -M. P. H T. What About the School Colors? ,, S THIS issue goes to press, no action has been taken on the question of our school colors which was debated t in the January Missile It was definitely stated that We Rf . V ' ,rpw ' I I J '.'rI LQ! A :M , b Q nv- A1 I Q, L., considered it the duty of the Student Council to pre- pare a ballot giving the four proposed color combina- tions so that the student body may vote. The neces- sity of immediate consideration of the matter was also pointed out in the previous editorial. However, it seems that the Student Council has completely ignored our hints and suggestions. So far as-we know, the ques- tion has not been mentioned at a meeting ofthe council, nor has the idea of a Vote been discussed. We did not demand that the matter be settled by a ballotg it was merely a suggestion, but we feel that the plan is due the careful consideration of the Student Council. Lately the student body has very little reason to realize that a Student Council exists. The Council is supposed to be the nucleus of all school activities, the connecting link between all the school organizations. Such a body must be alive and active. Here is a chance for the Student Council to prove its worth. The councilmen should realize the great need for better cooperation between the various organizations of the school. The council must show its willingness to cooperate before it can expect again to become influential. The Missile staff Wishes to offer its help to the Student Council in the selection of the school colors, and we trust that the matter will receive due consideration at once. - -R. H. B. Page forty-seven nlxxf'Ef5lTfsO'E'Z?1Errrs 55: ' f I , 1 ? I-if ','- I 1 1 f , ' 4 X 1597 fpfkalv .v',S??,' A'y. ' 006 -X X1 if ! x '-,fr-:Y-f :. 4 g I xg ' 41 A M.l'.i. ?' G K N Exchange Photographs . . . . With your Classmates. It's a general way of acknowledging friendships . . . . . . of keeping school memories fresh. THE REES STUDIO 104 N. Sycamore Street THE PHOTOGRAPHER IN YOUR CITY -ELECTRIC FIXTURES -PLUMBING FIXTURES. -BUILDING MATERIAL Every Item Guaranteed Dixie Supply Co. 44 BOLLINGBRO OK ST. YOU ARE INVITED TO SPEND YOUR MOMENTS OF LEISURE AT ROSENSTOCK'S CFormerly Farinholt'sJ FOUNTAIN SPECIALTIES LUNCH-SANDWICI-IES HAMPDEN-SYDNEY COLLEGE H160 Years of Continuous Service' ONEST WORK DONE. IGH STANDARDS OF EDUCATION. ONOUR SYSTEM, BASED ON GENTLEMANLY CONDUCT AND A GENTLEMAN'S WORD. 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S500,000.00 ELITE A . Globe De artment Clgar Store P SODA - BILLIARDS Store THE SPORT CENTER' S 10-' Phone 234 133 N th S St t oppfimkiiifnliiistoiie Ready-fo-Wea' Young-Harrison Harlow-Hardy Co. and Company -0- F U R N I T U R E CLOTHING STOVE' U FLOOR COVERINGS, Etc. for Men and Boys 22 N. SYCAMOBE STREET 17-19 W. Washington Street Phone 919 Freshness and arrangement are o what noun, with , as. E. Davls 8z Son F l 0 w e r 3 cnocnnms, FRESH nnATs LIVE AND nnnsszn APoULT1w , 50 . VEGETABLES AND CAN Goons PHONE 11 MASTER CHEVROLET SALES, Inc. SALES PHONE zoo SERVICE 40 EAST BANK STREET UCKER OSENSTOCK . . . FOUNDED ON THE PRINCIPLE THAT A STORE EARNS THE RIGHT TO EXIST. ONLY AS IT SERVES. R. C. Bristow 8a Son PIANOS - RADIOS MUSICAL INSTRUMENTS R. S. Terrie 8z Co. INSURANCE ig,-. ..0-. 211 N an s st t 11 North Sycamore street or ycamm we Phone 120 Phone 2065 ri ' 7 , . .,. ' UIINIPJMD arms' ' GOOD LUCK TO THE FOOTBALL TEAM! 0. P.. Hare Drug Co. The Prescription Drugglst' -.0-. Whitman Candies School Supplies PHONE 145 ESTABLISHED 1860 Petersburg Savings 8z American Trust Co. The Oldest Bank in the Oldest State in the 'United States C. F. Lauterbaclfs Sons JEWELERS and SILVERSMITHS Makers and Designers of Fino J E W E L R Y Powers' News Store .101 MAGAZINES - NEWSPAPERS CANDY - CIGARS .-0.1 I 122 N' Sycamore street Phone 1485 246 N. Sycamore Bt. rnrmnssmze, vmemu PETERSBURG, VIRGINIA MAKETHE... Bluebird and Rex ' YOUR TBZEATRES T. S. Beckwith 8E CO. Enemvmo BOOKS, STATIONERY ll' OFFICE SUPPLIES Visiting Cards, Announcementa, Crests, Wedding Invitation Monograms Engraved in the Latest Styles. Wm.. E. LUM, Jr., Inc. ...K odaks... Developing - Printing - Enlarging Stationery - Books - Office Supplies and Engraving. 15 N. Sycamore St. PETERSBURG, VIRGINIA A. 8z P. Bakery Andrews dt Pritchett, Propl. FAMILY BREAD, BISCUITS and ROLLS, VIENNA and BYE. Cakes and Pies ol All Klndl. PHONE 564 35 South Sycamore Street The MORRIS PLAN BANK of Virginia Complete Banking Facilities for the I N D I V I D U A-L J. B. Worth Peanut Co. Spanish Peanuts Standard James Shoe Company 'FOR BETTER SHOES 124 N. Sycamore Street. The Century and Palace Theatres 'GOOD SHOWS ALWAYS' PETERSBURG, VIRGINIA Harris-Brenaman Incorporated 10- Athletic Supplies SPORTING GOODS -o- 102 NORTH SIXTH STREET RICHMOND, VIRGINIA Telephone 3-2241 KENT'S, Inc. DEPENDABLE Furniture ince1897 PHILCO and SPABTON RADIOS KELVINATOB. REFRIGERATOBS Ellerslie Co-operative Dairy, Inc. PURE DAIRY Pnonucrs The Home of Quality MILK 37 sYcAMoRE STREET PHONE 1868 City Savings and Loan Corporation 57, On Investments Union Trust Building PETERSBURG, VIRGINIA MODEL LAUNDRY Cleaning - Pressing -0- 48 S. UNION STREET PHONE 241 10.. WILLIAMSON BROS. 85 CO., Inc. G. R. BARK DALE, Distributor GULF REFININ G COMPANY PHONE 1780 Petroleum And Its Products THE OLD RELIABLED ervlce Petersburg Furniture tatlon Company, Inc. 19 S. SYOAMORE STREET HOME FURNISHERS -O.. Your Credit Is Good' Pnomn me 100 N. sYcAMoEE STREET Tire Service - Battery Service PHONE 223 , Ph - 1057-w Blackwell Sm1th's :ne . D St Sollod s Clothlng I'l.l Ore g Shop WASHINGTON AND SOUTH STS. USOLID BU'-U'JT CLOTHES!! PETERSBURG, VIRGINIA FOR MEN AND BOYS Always the Newest in Haberdashery Phone 575 220 N. SYCAMOEE STREET JORDAN Sz HOWERTON Jewelers and Opticians LET US BE YOUR JEWELERS 123 NORTH SYCAMORE STREET PHONE 1894 SEE US AT OUR NEW LOCATION Peanuts EAT THEM RAW citizens cab co., Inc. or ROAST YOUR OWN 24-HOUR SERVICE -o- - Rodg-erS,Plummer OUR CABS ARE INSURED' and CO., Inc. PnoNE 'us 262 E. Bank St. Petersburg, Va. Buy Dixie Pig Barbecue FOUNTAIN PENS and PENCILS Southern Pen Co. PETERSBURG, VIRGINIA TABLE OR CURB SERVICE DELIVERY AT ANY TIME Boulevard-Colonial Height! PHONE 822-J SUNSHINE Cleaners 81: Dyers L. W. SIMS, Pop. W HIGH-GRADE CLOTHING STORE and FURNI HINGS 210 - PHONES - 211 Lubman's Men's Shop 909-911 W. Washington Street 231 N. Sycamore St. Phone 2638 PETERSBURG, VIRGINIA THE GEM BILLIARDS - CIGARS Call Us For Sport Returns' .0- MEMZBER N.B.A.A. 10... 102 North Sycamore Street PHONE 1546 OPEN DAY AND NIGHT A. 8z B. Restaurant LIVE LONGER AND HAPPIERU GET IN THE PLAY OF FALL AND WINTER SPORTS GUNS - CLOTHING -- BOOTS - AMMUNITION Our Hobby is Furnishing the Accessories for Your Fun! BASKETBALL - FOOTBALL - TENNIS - GOLF CHAS. LEONARD HARDWARE' CO., Inc. If you are a hunter - WEST BANK STREET PHONES 2300-2301 Delta O11 Household XA Equipment -9-. Distributors RCA-VICTOR, G. E. Q PHILCO Petroleum Products RADIOS -0- SALES 80 SERVICE Where The Customer Is Boss Northrup Sport Shop ATHLETIC SUPPLIES NORFOLK, VIRGINIA Carr's Radio Shop 5 North Sycamore Street THE BEST IN MILL WORK AND BUILDING MATERIALS ALWAYS Petersburg Builders' Supply Co., Inc. Everything to Build With The Petersburg Iligh School Students are to be congratulated on their efforts to improve their publications. The Progress- lndex joins it proud community in wishing the students mm-h success in their scholastic life and in their careers. We are proud to publish the School Weekly News for the students of P. II. S. Watch for it in the .... Progress-Index Every Week. --t Virginia Printing Company, Inc. Printers of THE MISSILEU SPECIAL ATTENTION T0 SCHOOL WORK 22-24 East Bank Street TELEPHONE 67 Our High School . . THE GREATEST ASSET WE HAVE It is a pleasure and a privilege to support it in all its activities The PIRATES DEN Specializing in Petersburg Notion Sanflglches Company, Inc. Drinks 223 N. SYCAMORE STREET SYCAMORE STREET, EXTENDED b CNeur Pine Gardensj N JEWELRY GIFTS . . I THAT PLEASE WllllS Coal CO. ANQS, Inc. Gl'6Sh3IIl Sz Ware OWNERS Jewelers ALL BEST GRADES 212 N. SYCAMORE STREET , , , Phone 625 128 N. Market St. Union Trust Building ENERGY and VITALITY EAT Golden Krust Bread Mann's Bakery PAUL ROGERS -: INC. :- Gifts and Art. Wares 117 SYCAMORE STREET Petersburg Motor H. IT IS .,.. Company, Inc. CANDY YOU WANT .... INSIST ON A th ri d D l 0 'C ew' Schrafffs Sales Service Distributed By H. P.. Harrison Co. CARS-TRUCKS Gncorporatedj 10-12 N. Market St. Phone 873 PHONE 90 Petersburg, Virginia Roper Lumber Company PETERSBURG, VIRGINIA Sanitary Grocery Co. Clncorporatedj OVVNING AND OPERATING Sanitary Stores LOW PRICE LEADERS WHERE QUALITY COUNTS The University of Richmond includes .... C11 RICHMOND COLLEGE R B P' ' , . . inchbeck, Ph. D., Deang C21 WEST- HAMPTON COLLEGE, May L. Keller, Ph. D., Deang Q37 T. C. WIL- LIAMS SCHOOL OF LAW, M. Ray Doubles, J. D., Dean 5 C41 EVENING SCHOOL OF BUSINESS, J. J. Oorsou, 3rd, Ph. D., Director 5 C57 GRAD- UATE SCHOOL, R. E. Gaines, Litt. D., Director, C65 SUMMER SCHOOL, W. L. Prince, M. A., Director. The University invites you to visit its campus and see for our- 5' self the beauty and conveniences of its round d b 'l g ' s an ui dings. For catalogue of any college apply to Dean or Director, Uni- versity of Rich d V' ' ' mon , irginia. F. W. BOATWRIGHT, President. THE PALMS A NEW PETERSBURG INDUSTRY R. L. Arnold Pen Company, Inc. Write with a. PEN MADE IN PETERSBURG WE USE E L L 1 s VE 0 D S CFormer1y Smith Optical Co., est Optometrist-Opiician ,CE CREAM 8 NORTH SYCAMORE STREET 'TAMOUS FOB ITS FLAVOB Petersburg Phono 626 Hopewell Phone Dial 2230 James R. Harrison Company Wm. G. Traylor GENERAL AUCTIONEEB DON'T WEEP .... LET ME DO YOUR CRYDIG. PHONE 218 VIRGINIA RAMEY TUCKER certified teacher PIANO and THEORY Studio-208 Liberty Street Phone 2311-J PATRONIZE OUR ADVERTISERS , wr. 1 v 1-4-5.41,-L ,fA..1. ,L- M, , , ., ,. 'T 'SLE . 1 f 143273 3-A -eL'4'ft ..f-- -Af 1 L gg., - - aa' -.,-.P--:LY .f.... , .-.- .,,f+'- if -- 'f'f 4..lz:T 1 I J