Huntington High School - Huntingtonian Yearbook (Newport News, VA)

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FREDDIE L, TRAVIS Students who have come to know the person to whom we, the class of 1964, have dedicated our yearbook fell that he has all the qualities that make a teacher unforgettable. As a dedicated teacher and a champion of student rights, Mr. Fre ddie L. Travis has made a distinct impres- sion on each of his students--an indelible impression which often guided the development and maturing of the young minds he taught. His keen sense of humor, congenial personality, and vast knowledge of the subject matter he teaches combine to make his classes enjoyable as well as worthwhile. Amiably referred to as 'coach,'' Mr. Travis earned this title while training those sensational Viking basketball teams of 1955 and 1956 that journeyed to the National High School Basketball Tournament held in Tennessee. To the athletes with whom he worked, Mr. Travis was the source of the encouragement and the drive which propelled them to visitation, district, and state championships. In his eleven years at Huntington, he has given unselfishly of himself that his students might benefit from his wealth of experience and knowledge. The real accomplishments of Mr. Travis cannot be written on paper --for they are written deep in the hearts and the minds of the students he has taught.

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In Memoriam A beautiful woman kneeling and kissing a flag draped casket, a little girl's hand tenderly searching under that same flag, a little boy saluting his father for the last time, a black riderless horse carrying empty boots reversed in the stirrups signifying that its rider will never again mount, the muffled drums beat- ing a slow march, the world's leaders walking together united in their grief, our own feeling of emptiness and of personal loss --these are just some of the thoughts that flash through the minds of Americans everywhere when recalling the commit- ment of our beloved President, John Fitzgerald Kennedy, to the hands of the Almighty. With his commitment, a part of us, the youth of America, was also committed; for the late President was more than just a good President to us. To the nation's youth John F, Kennedy was a living symbol of the younger generation at its best--an example to admire, an example to try to imitate; he was a man's man, giving life to every verse of Rudyard Kipling's immortal If ; he was a source of inspiration; and most of all he was our friend. And now all his bright light is gone from the world. We remember the day he entered our lives. It was a cold, snowy day in January, 1961, just two years and ten months before his death, when John F, Kennedy was inaugurated 35th President of the United States of America. Hatless and coatless he faced the nation proclaiming, Let the word go forth from this time and place that the torch has been passed to a new generation of Americans--born in this century, tempered by war, disciplined by a cold and bitter peace. John F. Kennedy carried that torch well. We remember his courage in the face of national and personal crises. We remember his warmth and vitality when dealing with people. We remember his keen intellect and interest in learning, which set the pace for education in America in the JOHN FITZGERALD KENNEDY (1917-1963) BLAe Ss We remember his vigor and concem for good health which resulted in the formation of his physical fitness program. We remember and admired his Boston accent. We remember his compassion for the oppressed peoples all over the world. We remember what he gave to America--confidence. We remember what he gave to the world a hope for peace. We re- member what he tried to make America give to all men--freedom. With horror and pain, we remember the day he left our lives. It was a bright, sunny day in Dallas, Texas, when our President and his beautiful First Lady embarked on what was to be an exciting speaking tour. Everything was perfect; then three shots rang out, and it was no more. In his moving tribute to one whom we all loved, Sen. Mike Mansfield expressed our conglomeration of confused emotions best: There was a sound of laughter; in a moment it was no more. And so she took the ring from her finger and placed it in his hands. There was a wit in a man neither young nor old, but a wit full of an old man's wisdom and of a child's wisdom. And then in a moment it was no more. And so she took the ring from her finger and placed it in his hands. There was a man marked well with the scars of love of his country, a body active with the surge of life far, far from spent. And in a moment it was no more. And so she took the ring from her finger and placed it in his hands. There was a father with a little boy, a little girl and a joy in each other. In a moment it was no more. And so she took the ring from her finger and placed it in his hands. There was a husband who asked much and gave much, and out of the giving and the asking wove with a woman what could not be broken in life. And in a moment it was no more. And so she took the ring from her finger and placed it in his hands, and kissed him and closed the lid of a coffin. A piece of us died at that moment. Yet in death he gave of himself. He gave us a good heart from which laughter came. He gave us of a profound wit, from which a great leadership emerged. He gave us of a kindness and a strength fused into a human courage to seek peace without fear. He gave us of his love that we too in turn might give. He gave that we might give of ourselves, that we might give to one another that there might be no room, no room at all, for the bigotry, the hatred, prejudice, and the arrogance which converged in that moment of horror to strike him down.