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24 THE ORIOLE Class History H IGH SCHOOL RIVER looked very inviting, smooth, and clear; the sun, which was setting on our Grammar Grade lives, sparkled and played over the waters; the little boats which were destined for our journey down the river danced and tugged at their moorings as if they too wish- ed to be on their way. We hurried down to Freshman Dock, a laughing, chattering, merry crowd of boys and girls. Seeing that everything was ready for our departure on the way to Senior Land, we jumped into our boats, waving a laughing good-bye to the friends assembled to see us shove off. At first the boating was easy and the current carried us onward without rowing. Some one laughed, “I thought it was going to be hard. How silly we were.” Suddenly we came to English Shallows; there was not the tiniest wave or breath of air to carry us onward, but a bit of rowing carried us safely through, but alas, we had hardly emerged when crash! we struck the Reefs of Ancient History. Then you should have seen us plugging up the holes in our boats and bailing out the water. Sighs and groans were heard from every side, then a girl said, ‘‘We should have watched; if we had been studying the charts instead of playing we would have missed this altogether.” A boy replied, ‘‘Humph, now isn’t that just like a girl? I’ve never heard of any one getting by here unscathed.” A heavy mist fell over the river; night was coming on; we sensed rather than saw that we were going through some rapids. ‘‘Now, what on earth are we up against?” came a plaintive voice from out of the surrounding darkness. The reply from some one who had taken the advice and ‘‘studied the charts” was not cheer- ing: ‘‘Algebra Mists and Latin Rapids all i n one fell swoop.” The boats scraped against each other in the darkness; hard work was needed to keep them above the surface. Now and then a despairing voice was heard from the shore, ‘‘I’m going to quit. I won’t be caught in that mess again.” When at last we emerg- ed from the misty rapids into the moonlight our number was sadly depleted. Our sorrow was alleviated, however, by a happy sight — Sophomore Landing. Here we stopped for a short rest before we re-embarked for pur long journey. ‘‘Sophomore Stretch shouldn’t be so hard. It’s just like the Freshman,” said one optimist, hopefully. ‘‘Pshaw, you never can tell,” said the pessimist, ‘‘besides there’s Science and
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THE ORIOLE 23 GEORGIA DALTON THOMAS “I pray you let us satisfy our eyes. " Bobby Club; Glee Club; Ad Editor Oriole. If you do not get get through talking at recess, finish in school. That is how Georgia feels about it. She always enjoys a good time. But when it comes to studying she can do it, an always gets through all right, so why worry? She has made the class of ’22 a happy one, and what ever she does she is sure to have many friends. JAMES THOMAS TROLINGER “Oh, hoie full of briers is this worh-a-day world.” Treasurer of Class ' 22; Business Manager Oriole ’2 2; Manager P. H. S. Baseball Team; President of Virginia Literary Society ’22 (First term); Testator of Class ’22. Jim’s motto is “Don’t study your lessons if you can get them any other way.” Nevertheless we wouldn’t fake worlds for him because he is one of the greatest in the class, being about six feet in height and weighing nearly two hundred. Due to his greatness, maybe, he is the best orator, and when he begins we’re all “attention!” VIOLA BLANCHE VAUGHN “Fair and learned and good is she. " Glee Club; Class Prophot; Literary Editor Oriole. A real student who doesn’t try to display her knowledge, but who is Mr. Eckman’s star French pupil. Ofhers may fail him but never Blanche. It is an acknowledged fact among Seniors that Blanche wall not do wrong even if we do, and always up- holds the dignity of our undignified class.
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THE ORIOLE 25 we have to meet Caesar somewhere.” A shudder greeted this dread thought. By hard rowing the old obstacles were sur- mounted, so when we came to an expanse of water studded by igne- ous and metamorphic rocks we were surprised to hear that these were the dreaded Scientific Rocks. Emboldened by this we exclaimed boastfully, ‘‘Look, Mr. Pessimist, watch how easily we can get through this.” But, indeed pride does go before a fall, for many hard knocks and bumps were received before we reached Junior W harf. Oh, with what trepidations we started on the unknown Junior Waters, for now the river was wider and more treacherous; here there were sharp bends like angles, sand-bars were placed in every possible way, forming triangles, perpendiculars, and even circles; these had to be studied carefully by a handbook called “Plane Geometry,” before we could discover the secret passageway. W T e thought our troubles about ended when, horror of horrors! We heard a sound as if of Charybdis; we could only wait terror stricken, our oars lax in our hands, while the boats were pulled forward by some unseen force. We turned a bend in the river and saw before us an awe inspiring sight; a huge whirlpool, stretching from bank to bank, seething and foaming and drawing all things involuntarily into its clutches. Going around and around in it were boats, with their occupants left by some previous expedition. Their boats were drawn to the very center of the maelstrom, then with a convul- sive upheaval they were cast to the outer edge, then the perform- ance would be repeated. “Steer clear!” “Steer clear!” they shrieked at us. “Don’t get caught in Caesar Whirlpool.” Steer clear ? How we wished we were able. It was a useless exhortation; we could no more have steered clear than have sprouted wings. Irresistibly we were drawn forward into the pool. Out poor heads grew dizzy from out gyrations; round and round, would it never stop? Why should our hopes be raised so hopelessly by that fling to the outer circle? Now and then one or two would manage by hard work and skill! ul manage- ment to get outside. They would keep as close to the whirl- pool as they dared and help some of the rest to get over, but some could not be rescued so we were obliged to leave them. We were so dizzy and nerve wracked that we were hardly able to cope with a storm of Physics which arose immediately after- wards, but we got our bearings and were soon able to pass on- ward. During the faint gray hours of morning we anchored before the Senior Entrance Gates. We were tired and exhaust-
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