Chatham High School - Chat Yearbook (Chatham, VA)

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SENIORS 1942. Douglas Iavlor S ill and quiets but deeper than ou think I ' AVE Alberta Wai.i ers She knows well how to approach a task; better how to dispatch it

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Mar Kkhecca MrRi’Hv 1.9 4 oj — - C JosKi ' ii W ' lin i:ii KAi) jL Mosch i.kr One in ivhoni fi}ic mdals are ideally mixed a)id qaiet- ly a)id joyously he lives his life Cordial in manner, and an attractive and likable person Refitted, steadfast it prin- ciple and thonyhtfnl ' I ' helma Belle Owen So fair; so fine in character atid purpose Hetten Fickerai. Lovelitiess, poise, and a countenance that makes fiad the heart of those about her Marv Nannie Sol rs fiuiet serenity in her wist- ful smile; intelli ' yence in her honest eves InA ' IHERINE Dearing Sours Distinctive in mantier; a liberal individualist Her ways are ways of pleasantness, and all her paths are peace I I I

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Class History School days! School clays! I he first of cjur most glorious high school days began early in September, 1939. .At last vve began to “share and share alike” in the work that has so greatly improved our minds, and in the play that will provide tor us so many happy memories in the years to come. Four years have passed since that momentous September and in that time a great deal has been contributed to the Chatham High School by the Class of ’42. I ' he first thing we did when we were freshmen was to organize our class, electing our officers, et al. .After everyone was settled we began to really look around and to find out what made the place tick. We wanted tcj do any and everything to keep our school alive and we succeeded. Our Sophomore year was the happiest for most. .At least, we were more carefree. If there had ever been any doubts or fears in our minds they had fled. We worked less and played more. hat had we to worry about? Hadn’t we passed the most difficult part with flying colors? There w ' ere picnics, parties, and extra-curricular activities. .A few members of our Freshman Class had taken part in the (flee Club and played basket- ball and other sports. Now, ev ' en more members joined in and made the other classes realize that even though we were green, we were growing very fast. We began our Junior year with an entirely new outlook on life. Everyone became serious for each realized more than ever before the importance of school work. We knew that graduation night was only half as far away as it had been such a short while before. Therefore, there was hardly anything but a good deal of earnest studying at first and the students began to think a lot about the not so distant future when they would be cast out into the “cold, dark, world” to struggle along as best they could. Clubs were soon organized, dances and parties were given, and the boys and girls once again began to play basketball. The Glee Club was organized under the direction of Miss .Alberta Carpenter and quite a few of us became members. This group of singers soon proved to be one of the best our school has ever had. Near the end of the year we gave the seniors a picnic at Timber I.ake, near Lynchburg, which also proved to be a great success and shall long be remembered by all who attended. School days! School days! The last of our golden rule days began September 4, 1941. .At last, we had become dignified Seniors; we had attained the goal worked for so long. We moved forward with an even tempo, organizing the class, electing the officers, and, of course, taking an active part in all school activities. From the beginning of the year until after Christmas we spent most of our spare time trying to convince the faculty that we should have an annual. Finally, we were successful and began working on our yearbook right aw ' ay. N ow that the time is really close at hand when we shall be leaving these halls of knowledge, we feel certain that our life has been enriched a great deal by every day we have spent here, and know that if we are a success in life it will be because of the four years we spent in the Chatham High School. Helen Pickeral.