Alexander Park High School - The National Yearbook (Portsmouth, VA)

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CiaM What was begun is finished and we start anew. We look back without regret to our beginning .... an humble and a meager one in which we shared enthusiasm and dread. We were lonely, but not alone. Yet the years soon passed by. The loneliness is past and we have only our memories of it . . . and other memories .... they come crowding back, different from each of us, yet really all the same. Joy, Anger, Sorrow, Tears .... and most of all Laughter. Each one brings a special event, a special person to our minds; and we think and dream until we ore lost in the reveries of a gay world .... a sad and weary world. Four years, however loyg it seemed to be on that fall day of 1943, appear to have passed quickly and June ' 47 is here. Such a multitude of events cross our minds. Some of us attended the seventh grade here, in the houses on Cavalier Boulevard, but the majority of the class started as Freshmen in the High School Building, under various teachers such as Miss Miriam Miller, who has left us to go back to her beloved Massachusetts. Then Miss Fitzgerald, who left us for Cradock, Miss McGown, who has since become Mrs. Alsup, and we can ' t leave out the Payne sisters. ' There are Misses Lorena Payne, Anne Payne, Bess Payne, and Mrs. Buchanen, who is residing here in the pork. We had some swell times that first year, with everyone rushing around and wondering where to go next. There were so many of the students in the halls when classes were changing, that if you stopped unthinkingly to tie a loose shoelace, about four people would go over your head before you could straighten up. Yep, those were the times! Remember the time when the lunchroom finally opened and everyone was rushing to be the first in line? Ah, those lines! They were so long that by the time you reached the cafeteria, the menu had changed. (From beans to bean soup! )

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Then we were Sophomores, and we felt as if we were really progressing. The school building had been painted and shrubbery had been set out in front of the school. That was the year that Mairzy Doats became so popular and everyone was learning to do the jitterbug . Everybody was meeting new people and joining the new clubs that had been formed by the school. Girls were still swooning over Bing and people were wondering if the war would ever end. Also if June ' 45 would ever come! But it did and next we were juniors and the girls were wearing Sloppy Joe sweaters and the boys were sporting flashy bow-ties and bright suspend- ers. We had dances and parties sponsored by the different school committees and clubs, and we were proud to show off a quite successful athletic teams. Frankie ' s crooning was all the rage, and people were humming Chickery Chick. And yet again were we wondering if the school term would ever end. And then, finally, came the great day. We were Seniors! At long last. More than one of us will remember coming out in the now traditional downpour of rain to register in school. 1 say the ' now traditional ' downpour because every year yet, when comes that certain fall day to register in school, also comes a downpour of rain! But this downpour didn ' t seem to dampen our spirits. We were Seniors! And were we proud to leave the waiting lines out in front while we marched down the hall to register in the Library! And prouder yet to march down front to take our seats in the first few rows of chairs in assembly programs, in the auditorium. We have many memories to look back upon and reflect upon silently with now and then a chuckle. Thoughtful memories, joyful memories, tearful mem- ories and proud memories. Yes, we are proud to be Seniors! Proud of the boys and girls who have been outstanding in our sports, athletics and classes. Proud to be the Senior class of ' 47 from A. P. H. S. Nancye L. Coffey