Cradock High School - Admiral Yearbook (Portsmouth, VA)

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We Review Our History .... On a bright sunny September morning a group of scared quivering boys and girls entered the great halls of Cradock. These were the poor souls who had so nobly faced the first year of the eighth grade. htlixed with sophomores and juniors throughout the first two years, we were never really a class. Study, study and study some more, the more we learned the more they taught us. Then, before anyone could find out why, We were juniors. Goodness knows we had studied enoughl It was then we dis- covered that the Seniors were not as big as they thought they were. Vile even became their friends and sometimes they would hand down a little popularity to one of our notables. We elected Dickie Soules as our leader. Billy Foxwell became his assistant and Margaret Rasnick lugged our money back and forth from Hijtorwl.. the ofhce. Dear Miss Chitty Cshe's Mrs. Gurganious nowj pro- Donormr THoMAs tected us from the evils we had yet to learn about. Hard work, which was something new to us, had just begun. This We did not realize as we paraded around the school. We were a small group, only 40 in number and the first thing that was thrown our way was the uBall of the Year, the junior-Senior Prom. VVe worked and studied and worked some more. VVe did every thing but tear down the school, determined to make this the best prom ever. We did our best and our efforts were greatly rewarded. At last the day came when we walked into the Halls of Cradock as magnificent Seniors, with Miss Byrd as our guide, to teach us how to be Seniors. She was never too tired or too busy to lend a helping hand. We are indeed grateful for the trust, sincerity and cooperation that she gave us. Our group was smaller now, for many had been trans- ferred or drafted. But at least it was our turn to teach the Freshmen to respect the mighty Seniors. This we did in a big way with Supreme Court. We cut them all down to size and taught them who the bosses were. This year we elected Mickey as our Big Bossf, and Gladys Hasty as Second Big Bossf' Muscular Charles Bass was elected treasurer because if anyone could protect our money it was Charlie. Ever faithful Margaret Rasnick kept our minutes as secretary. To raise funds for the Annual was a big job, for such a small group, but we did it. The Senior girls and boys challenged the lower classes to great games of basketball. VVork, work, we never stopped. Rehearsals began for the Senior plays. This year we staged 3-1-act plays, QUIET PLEASE, 'Til-IE BOND BETWEEN and a WES'l'ERN SKIT in which everyone in the Senior class took part. These were under the leadership of Mrs. Yarborough, Mr. Sindlinger and Miss Fitzgerald. To them we express our deepest ap- preciation for all the work and worry of casting and producing these plays. Then came Baby Day, when we once again returned to our childhood, starched dresses. buggy rides and milk bottles. Oh! 'What a dayl Vile rew u almost over ni fht as the unior and Senior Prom was once more uion 8 P 5 . l us. This time there was no work, just play for us, lt was a fine prom. They did it up in a big way. Then all at once we realized that the end was near with Banquet, Baccalaureate Sermon, and Commencement. Yes. we leave dear Cradock High with tears in our eyes, but we leave with a feel- ing of confidence that the Seniors of 1952 will uphold all we worked to obtain: Honor, Trust, Friendship and Good Spirit. VVe were small in number but lWIGHTY ANIONG THE MASSES.

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We Honor Scholarship .... CAROL SMITH Honor' Student NICK CARDENIONIC Vaf4'dirtm'ia1z 'fi N: , X, .1 ' ' Ng, B ETSY DAL'GHliR'1'Y Saluzfatorizm 5 o

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Song BILLIE Foxwsu. and Write a Through these portals one Fine morning, We Sing OUR LAST SONG ITU the tune of thr Wijfenpoof Songj Through the halls of dear ol' Cradock, To the rooms we loved so well, To the dear ol' faculty, and they were swell, Sing the Seniors all assembled with their voices raised on high, And the magic of their singing cast a spell. Yes, the magic of their singing, to the things they loved so well, To the gym, to dear ol' George, and all the rest. We will serenade our Cradock, While hearts and voices last, Then we'll pass and he forgotten with the rest. We are now sad Seniors, to be on our way, By, By, By- We are now sad Seniors, here no more to stay. By, By. By- Boys and Girls not off on a spree. On our own on through eternity, God have mercy on such as we-e-e- By. By, By- BILLIE Foxwsu. of C. H. S. F A REWELL With their hearts so full of fun, Happy that their school had started, Came the class of '5l. We surprised the other classes, With our love of all the sports, Contests, races, hall and parties, We were fond of every sort. All too soon the years have vanished, Leaving all our joys behind, What the future's holding for us, Rises now to fill our mind. We have loved our Alma Mater, As no other class before, And it's with reluctant footsteps, That we pass out through her door. Farewell to thee, dear Cradock High, As long as heaven holds a sun, May your colors wave triumphant, Is the wish of 'S1. SONYA LEE RA1KE Poem SONYA RAIKE