Cradock High School - Admiral Yearbook (Portsmouth, VA)

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CLASS HISTORY ( V we are Seniors and our school days are over; those happy days and years we spent together have now come to an end. But before we pass along let’s look back a few chapters in our lives to the time when — It was a sunny autumn day in September of 1938, and everything was just dandy I to us, Freshmen. We had just come into high school and thought we owned the whole place; but then came Supreme Court and we were put in our proper places. Well, finally after settling down we chose Miss Phyllis Ferguson for our sponsor, and tor our class officers Wilma Clapper as President; Shirley Lewis as V’ice-President, and Ruth Shafer as our Secretary. Our first year of high school passed and June was there before we knew it. Then came our Sophomore year and we again selected Miss Phyllis Ferguson tor our sponsor. We then elected Donald Bolding, President; Clarence Taylor, Vice-President; and Cornelia Gregory, Secretary. With these officers and sponsor we completed our second year ot high school and were now halt way through with our trip. Chapter III. B ’ now we thought we were getting somewhere. It was the third leg ot our journey and so to begin with we selected Miss Dorothy Pettus for our Junior Sponsor and for our class officers we chose for President, Buddy Dunn; for Vice-President, Smokey Broughton; for Secretary, James Martin, and tor Treasurer, Cornelia (iregory. The big event of the year came on .■ pril 2.5 when we honored the -Senior Class of ’41 with the annual Junior-Senior Dance. During this year many new pupils came into our class and school but as in the year betore we went “Onward ever; backward never!”, this being our motto for the last two years. Came June, much, much too quickly and we realized that three ot the short years ot high school were now behind us. Thus ended Chapter III. Chapter 15’. ' I ' he greatest one of all; the one that passed all too quickly. We got down to busi- ness right away and chose Miss P.velyn Byrd for our sponsor and J.ack Wilstrup for President; James Martin tor 5 ' ice-President; Julia .Albert tor Secretary and Cornelia Gregory for Treasurer. Red and white were chosen official Senior colors along with our motto, “Don’t wait for your ship to come in; swim out to meet it!” The “tresh” Freshmen were put in their righttul places by our Supreme Court on October 28. .Alter much discussion we selected our rings, invitations and finally our caps and gowns. With the mid-term exams safely in the backgroud we started practice for the third in our series of “Odds and F.nds” ministrel under the direction of Miss Ruth Haverty. It was given February 26 and 27 at school and March 14 at the USO Club. The annual was planned to be bigger and better than ever this year so the staff was chosen November 28, and work was begun on the usual picture- taking and the job of getting enough ads. By now the time for the Senior Play had arrived and we picked out “The Merry Hares” and the usual task of selecting a cast and practice was started. It was greeted by a tull house in May and was pronounced a great success. .All tormalities were dispensed with on April 1, our annual “baby day,” when we all became babies once more. In May we were the honored guests at the annual Junior-Senior Dance. These were the days when “jitter-bugging” was in full swing and all the “bugs” had a chance to show their ability. .At the Senior Burial all of our grievances were buried with much ado and with this our year was just about ended. With the Senior Banquet, the Baccalaureate Sermon, Class Night and Commence- ment we wrote the “finis” to Chapter IV. Thus we end the last chapter in our school life, those happy days we spent at Cradock High are now just a memory. Here we bid our .Alma Mater adieu with the sincere hope that she will continue to serve the youth ot our community as she served us. Robert Glenn Jackson, Esq., B.B.S. Ph.D. A.B. D.D.

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CLASS PROPHECY March, 1952. Dearest; Honestly, the people one doesn’t see nowadays! Why last nite at the theatre who should walk in on the arm of M ’alter Powell, the world’s best and handsomest photographer, but that glamourous artist, Jeanette Lewis! You should have seen the gown she had on. None other than a Story creation; it was superb! .All tulle and just dripping with sequins and jewels in the Story manner. I can remember when Carolyn Story was just starting out on Sixth .Avenue, and now she’s on Fifth .Avenue rivaling Saks. .Also in the audience were the Gardner twins, Margie and Margaret, practicing their famous magical act that stunned and still continues to stun the world; wrapping their husbands around their little fingers. They really attracted attention, too. .Almost stole the show from Frances Knox. This is without a doubt F ' rances’ best play to date. A ' ou simply must see it when you come home. It is a satire on “The Little Foxes,” and F ' rances has done a wonderful writing job. Hollywood was well represented. FJhabeth Shaw, that singing, slinky siren of Collossal Films, was escorted by that dancing sheik, Heyward McElveen. I wonder where Dorothy IVright, his dancing partner was? Probably out with Totn Case, that sports writer who has made such a name for himself. Torntny Luke, the convertible auto magnet, sauntered in at 100 miles an hour with Ora Wheatley, recently voted first among .America’s ten best dressed women. She had on a green and purpile affair that was so intricately made that I just can’t begin to describe it. Sorry I don’t wirte newsier letters, but nothing ever seems to happen. Lovingly, Ina Mae. March, 19.52. Dearest: Had lunch at the Colony Club today with Nancy Crane anti Ruth Batrow, editor-in-chief and die- tician respectively of A’ogue. Which reminds me, I saw the most adorable evening gown in Vogue’s current issue. Just oozing with oomph, and just within our budget limit. I can’t remember whether it was $400 or .$.500. .Anyhow you’ll get the bill the first of the month. It won’t be an .April Fool. To get back to the luncheon. I saw Vincent Cherry, the mathematician, and the scientist, Jean Everton. They were reported to be engaged by Clara Heybach, the gossip columnist. That’s one time Clara slipped up. She’s hardly ever wrong. She dropped in the other night to get some extra tips on the play, and her hat was the cutest thing I’ve seen in a decade. .All metal. Harold Schultneyer, the dapper movie heartbreaker, was lunching with his press agent and publicity manager, Tom Hathaway. The way those autograph hounds surround him is simply disgraceful. He was dressed in the latest of the latest. I think it’s a shame the way he keeps Ruth Shafer so busy. She had to answer all that tan mail by herself, you know. You really should have been home last week. I was very pleasantly surprised when two of the nicest young married couples from home dropped in to see me. Jack Wilstrup, who is now foreman of the sheet metal department in the Nav ' y Yard, and Jerry Ward, his devoted wife, still make such a cute couple. They had just missed Wade Foster, who is now head supervisor for the Greyhound Lines in A ' irginia, and his wife, Ethel Hull. F ' rom the four of them I really learned a lot of gossip about so many of my former friends from home. To hear tell. Jack Bushnell has gone back to F ' lorida and is now in the hotel business down there. I really do think we should stay there on our next F ' lorida trip. Cassie Dibble is now assistant principal at Cradock School. She seems to be doing a swell job and fills the place admirably. Valentine Ripley and Bob Kane have taken over all the movie theatres in Portsmouth, and are thinking of buying the entire Wilder chain. Aubrey Houghton, pardon me. Lieutenant Commander .Aubrey Houghton, is now in full command of Pearl Harbor, and Major Billy De Loache is head master at Massanutten Military .Academy. Katherine Atkins is now happily married and is President of the Cradock Women’s Club. Mary Reichle is also residing in Cradock and is enjoying a happy marriage, but sorry to say, Mary is only 5 ' ice-President of the Women’s Club. Doris Byers is now in charge of Woolworth’s, manager. I hope to see her on her forth coming trip to New York. The conversation was most interesting, and 1 was sorry to see them go. Eva Martin had the world premiere of her new .African film at the Radio City Music Hall. Clara Heybach and 1 went. The gossip that girl doesn’t know. The picture was a huge success. You really must see it. We shared a box with Norma Smith, the National President of the .American Red Cross. Clara tried to pump her the whole evening. She’s even willing to risk friendships for her column. A’esterday 1 saw Ellen Adams, head of City Hospital, on F ' ifth .Avenue. That girl is working too hard, but she seems to thrive on it. We received an invitation today to attend a party that James Martin, the country’s current favorite novelist, and Dorothy Weaver, the Metropolitan’s great dramatic soprano, are throwing jointly. Dot and Jimmy also called up to make sure we’d be there and were brokenhearted when I told them you were out of town. Simply everyone is going to be at the party. I’ll write you and tell all. Life gets duller and duller. Lovingly, Ina Mae.