Covington High School - Puffs and Patches Yearbook (Covington, VA)

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WILLIAM HENRY PARKER “bill” ' Class President ’21, ’24; Vice-President ’23, Athletic Association ’21-22, ’24, Presi¬ dent Athletic Association ' 25, Sidney Lanier Literary Society ’24-’25, Assistant Business Manager Cohisco Outburst ’25, Circulation Manager Annual ’24. Business Manager Annual ’25, Baseball ’23-’24-’25, Football ’24-’25. “I could not love thee, dear, so much Loved I not honor more.” Behold, girls, a constant man !—and one of the best all round fellows in class. Wil¬ liam has time to do everything that he should and a few 1 things he shouldn’t. If red-haired girls inspire such records as Bill leaves behind him in all the activities of C. H. S.. we would advise all boys to worship at the shrine of some “strawberry blond.” GRACE AILEEN WOLFE “gracious” Sidney Lanier Literary? Society ’24-’25, Debating Team ’24- ' 25, Girls Athletic Asso¬ ciation ’22-’23-’24-’25, Boosters’ Club ’24-’25, Vice-President Class ’25, Editor-in-Chief of Annual ’25, Valedictorian ’25, Orchestra ’25. “Worth, courage, humor, and intellect. These, indeed, are her birthright.” Grace, the versatile! Grace, the popular. Grace, the beloved of all the school. She takes her sense into her fun and pep into her work—an excellent formula for success, as she has demonstrated. She is the pride of the Class of ’25.

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GLENNA FLORENCE SARTAIN “potch” Wilsonian Literary Society. “The wildest manners with the bravest mind.” Glenna always greets us with a cheerful smile. She has an unfailingly good disposi¬ tion, and her grades do much towards win¬ ning the Scholarship Shield for the Seniors. We wish her all success in the future. ALICE VIRGINIA SMITH “hank” Basketball ’23-’24, Boosters’ Club ’24-’25, Athletic Association ’23-’24-’25, Sidney La¬ nier Literary Society. “Who says in verse zvhat others say in prose.” We feel inclined to believe that Alice has a side to her nature that few of us have ever reached; but, judging from what we know of her, we feel that this side is sure to be worth while. She is our Class Poet, but unlike most poets, her source of inspira¬ tion is still a secret. FREDERICK MILLER “FREDDIE” Treasurer Wilsonian Literary Society ’24, Vice-President Wilsonian Literary Societv ' 25, Secretary Athletic Association ’25, Manager Football Team ’24, Manager Basketball Team ’24-’25, Cheer Leader ’24-’25, Athletic Association ’22-’23-’24-’25. “A man after his own heart.” bred has always been a loyal supporter of the school in every respect, and many of our activities are the results of his splendid leadership. He has some outstanding charac¬ teristics, among which are his ability to evade work and his apparent effort to avoid girls since, what he considers, “an unfortunate love affair.”

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History best possible method of writing the series of events known as listory is to obtain a direct source of known value. Thus, m my diary are gleaned these excerpts from our life in ool, without special regard to date, unity, or coherence. So v, my readers, take this for its historical and not its literary rit, for of the latter there is none. September 15, 1921 : Fifty-six of us marched from the graded to the high school. Then given our room, such a time as we had, meeting the teachers, and the new subjects, Latin and Algebra. September 16, 1921 : Sophomores seem to think we’re made of rubber, they treat us like tennis balls. Girls got off easy, wasn’t even an ink well spilt on them. Looked in the Algebra book and said my prayers. Miss McCarthy says the thing isn’t so hard, so we hope for the best. September 29, 1921 : First lesson in Latin. No wonder they say the language is dead, think I’ll be also. January 27, 1922: Year half over, Miss Conner had to leave, bright pros¬ pects though. Red-headed lady came in to look us over, thought she would smother in the chalk dust. I’m afraid we’ll have to behave if she is going to teach us, but chalk and erasers certainly flew that day. January 29, 1922: First lesson under Miss Jones (the red-headed teacher) ; she’s not so bad. Think we’re going to like her. May 15, 1922: Final examinations next week. Hope I don ' t have to take any. We’ll soon be Sophomores. “Tempus fugit” (I think that’s right). We are going to take it out on next year ' s Freshmen. September 15, 1922: Only fifty of us back. School seems to be a quite necessary part of life’s work. Freshman class is some class, we’ll start on the boys tomorrow. Miss Jones is back again, she’s still our room teacher. Think 1 still like History. September 16, 1922: Finished with Freshman boys, mv arm aches, but 1 think they do too. Three thought they would get out of it, but we fooled them. Bet they wished they hadn ' t tried to get away. This Algebra is the limit, hope 1 don’t flunk.