Fredericksburg High School - Rapahanoc Yearbook (Fredericksburg, VA)

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Class Poem i The tide of fortune has swept us, From the first grade to the last; It is like a play that’s ending, And the Seniors are the cast. The end is like a tragedy, Because we all do have to part. But our love, it is far greater, Than it was at the very start. II The scene is laid in the High School, At the dear old F. II. S. Of all the schools in this wide world, She is far dearer than the rest. Around the school is woven, The Memories of four short years, Of all our work and labor, Of all our trials and fears. Ill If only some kind Fairy, IVould just wave her magic wand, And give us hack our Senior Year, Of which we are so very fond. Life is real and we must take. Just what is lotted out to us, If its a great or humble task, Without a single word nr fuss. IF The first act was on Main Street, In that old historic hotel, In which our fondest memories, To us do of time seem to dwell. As Freshmen then we alt did say. Although we are the “Baby” class, We’ll right up to victory, And win our spurs at last. 41

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Rapahanoc T wenty-two To Mr. Link: 1. One bank full of money for next year’s Annual. 2. One Airship in which to make week-end trips to his home in New York. To the Junior Class: 1. The right to publish a monthly magazine. 2. And to the boys of the class all the offices of the class when they become Seniors. To Mrs. Link: 1. One Dictaphone to be used in her sewing room to record all scandal and gossip so the same may be published in the Senior Magazine of the next year. To Mr. M ANGER: 1. Bottle of “Oil de Brillentine de Rodolph Valentino,” guaranteed to keep the hair smooth, slick and shiny. To Mr. Steck: 1. A chemical laboratory thoroughly equipped. To M iss Rice : 1. A heart that can’t be “Broke.” 2. One horn that will aid in her blowing. To Mrs. Euliss: 1. A set of maps to be used in her science classes. To Mrs. Rice: 1. A class without Lemuel Houston. To Mrs. Williams: 1. More wall space in the Language room for pictures and statues to be placed upon. To Miss Johnson: 1. A class with William Russell present. To Mrs. Blake : 1. A time clock for students to punch on entering and leaving study hall. In testimony thereof we set our hands and seal this 25th day of May, 1922. —William Jeffries Chewning, Junior. 40

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Rapahanoc T wenty-two v And when we reached our Sophomore Year, With all its smoke, and snow ' and ice; They drove us to the training school, Which we considered far from nice. It worked us all so very hard. We wondered if we were alive; The hours were awful late and long, Making us go from eight ' till five. VI The next year , when we were Juniors, They gave us a brand new school, To pay them back, we did our best, To keep each little golden rule. W e were little George Washingtons, Who said, I cannot tell a lie”; That’s why we got such reputations, Down in dear old Fredericksburg High. VII And then we came to be Seniors, That awfully dignified class — We made the very grandest record, And every test and exam did pass. In athletics we did our share, To give old F. II. S. great fame, We labored, sacrificed and fought, To make ‘‘SENIORS” a worthy name. Till But now our Dear Old Alma Mater, The time comes when we must leave you, And go out in the world alone , But never fear, we will be true. The tears start in our eyes when we Think of the lonely years ahead — When each will go his separate way, Fighting manfully, this sorrow and dread. IX Then next in thought, and next in love Comes the Faculty, ‘‘Our friends in deed”; They taught us and fought for us each day, And helped us through each trouble and need. Their kind faces we’ll see no more, Except in our peaceful dreams; But if they ' d look in our hearts They ' d find, love, like radiant sunbeams. X And then comes our Sister Classes, The Juniors, Sophomores and Freshmen; Who we leave to finish our tasks, They’ll do it if any one can. And now little brothers and sisters, And big brothers and sisters too, You realize the responsibility , And the things, we expect you to do. XII XI But now its time the play must end, Father Time is pulling the curtain; We hope its been a true success — It’s been to us, of that we’re certain. But first we request of you men and women, And others that we are leaving behind — Deal tenderly and fairly, with the F. H. S. And to our Dear Alma Mater be kind. So Farewell, to our Dear Alma Mater, Farewell, to our teachers so true; Farewell, to our Sister Classes — Farewell, for ever and ever, to you. This is the message we leave to night, As the Senior Class of ’22; Farewell to every Faithful one , And to all our Loved ones, ADIEU. 42 —Ruby Dillard.