Fredericksburg High School - Rapahanoc Yearbook (Fredericksburg, VA)

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mf: RPvPBHPvPIDC 1921 •mT Av r VL )t all of Jfamc D O you know, I had the funniest dream the other night; and it all seemed so natural, too. Well, I dreamed i was walking in the hall of fame, and just guess whose was the first statute I saw? “It must have been Woodrow Wilson or William Jennings Bryan.” No, it was neither of those; but the first thing I saw was the statue of Mr. Birckhead. It was a tall and stately statue with that ever enduring smile, wearing that same blue suit and winter hat, holding in one hand a Biology and in the other a book entitled “The Trials of Married Life.” As I walked on I came to the second statue, which was of Mrs. Courtney, dressed in her green sweater and brown dress, telling the seniors to copy all of their civics by to-morrow. The third statue I saw was of Mrs. Williams trying to drive French into the heads of the boys and girls on the back row. Then turning around my eyes fell on a statue of Mrs. Blake, standing with her knitting under her arm in the act of telling the cooking class not to make quite so much noise. The very next statue that caught my eye, was a very tall one, that with Mr. Birckhead towered above all the rest. Looking more closely I recognize d Miss Johnson in the act of writing her will in which she willed a dozen typewriters to the Fredericksburg High School, for which she had plead so hard while teaching in that school. And next to her I beheld Miss Rhea holding in her hand a long list of quota¬ tions telling the English class to learn them all by to-morrow. Then I saw a very peculiar looking one, it was of three women, holding a very earnest conversation, coming nearer I recognized Mrs. Euliss, Mrs. King, and Miss Gouldman, arguing should or should not the junior high be allowed to come to the third floor. 82

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R PvHD£ 1921 9 Mrs. Williams teaches us Parlez-vous, -m-m-m- She makes us sit up and listen, too, -m-m-m- She comes to school in a jitney bus And she and her husband never fuss. -m-m-m- 10 Mr. Birkhead is our supermini, -m-m-m- With him we ll always be content, -m-m-m- He listens to all our trials and woes And helps us to reach all our goals. -m-m-m- ii Now we’ve sung our little song, -m-m-m- We trust that it was not too long, -m-m-m—— We ' ve done our best both large and small And hope we’ve pleased you one and all. --m-m-m- 8l

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Can you guess who I saw next? Why, Mr. Swem, dressed in his white sweater and tennis shoes in the act of helping the girls over the wire fence, that keeps the cows in our physical culture field. I had seen all the faculty but two, and I was wondering, when suddenly in the very midst of them all I caught sight of a shining bright statue of Gold. I was rushing down to see it when my eyes caught sight of a very familiar looking obstacle and going back I saw Mr. Link sitting at his desk in the physics room working desperately to keep the annual from falling through, and rushing on to the gold one I beheld Mrs. Link, down on her knees, in the act of begging Mr. Birckhead to have gas put into our kitchen. Under this statue was written: “This statue is dedicated to Mrs. Link who is entitled to more than this. For she has had to endure for two whole years the girls of the second year Domestic Science Class. —Ruby Dillard. §3