Fredericksburg High School - Rapahanoc Yearbook (Fredericksburg, VA)

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T wentv-two History of the Class I N IQ 15 we assembled for the first time. We were divided into two groups, one taught by Miss Perrin, and one by Miss Keim. The two groups together were composed of Starvos Calmos, James Biscoe, Rebecca Leacock, Alma Fines, Dora Farmer, Charles Snellings, Raymond Sale, Vivian Jones, Willard Layton, Edwin Sullivan, Everett Cole, Edith Boulware, Brawner Bolling, Dorothy Jones, Sidney Snellings, Louise Garnett and Bernard Stone. These have been promoted every year, while others have been left behind. William Brown and Nannie Goodloe joined us in the second grade, bringing our number to twenty. In our third grade we added to our group Margaret Garth and E. B. White. With the opening of school in 1918 Frances Thornton, Carrol Woodard, Nancy King and Katherine Stoffregen came to us. Edith Larkin, Pauline White, Evelyn Stevens, Alvin Favill, Francis Orrock and Robert Stevens were added to our group in the fifth grade. Seven new pupils answered to roll call in our sixth year. They were, Frances Lightener, Martha Cable, James Southall, Lillie Harry, Evelyn Moody, Virginia Tompkins and Elizabeth Chesley. We thus acquired our second Elizabeth. Carrol Woodard left us at the end of the sixth grade going to Warrenton. He entered again at the middle of the seventh grade. Virginia Pancoast, Clem Sale, William Stevens, Ruth Heflin, Willard Allison, Goldie Kidwell, Robert Tompkins, Arneda Sullivan, Willard Downs, Laura Molter, Francis Hicks, Frances Ray, John Maker, Mildred Sacery, Julia Brewer, Harold Brown, Clara Freeman, Archer Brown and Helmet Pepmire entered our class, bringing our number to fifty-eight. One of the most important events in our school life was coming to the new High School. We like the High School very much, but at first it was hard to get accustomed to changing teachers, etc. We defy any class to beat us in having more pupils with the same name than we have. We have Franc (i or e)s, Hicks, Thornton, Orrock, Lightener, Ray, Willard Layton, Downes and Allison. We met our first examinations this year, and we should not like to tell the results of the meeting. James Biscoe has from the time he began school, been one of our best speakers, and coming to the High School has not stopped his speeches. Francis Orrock is still our 10 o’clock scholar”, having been tardy sixteen times in one month. We all hope to get promoted to the First Year High, but looking at our examina¬ tion marks, we doubt it. 67 —Bernard Stone.

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Ivan Y ES,” concluded mother, folding my letter and replacing it in the envelope. “Yes, 1 believe you had better go to the house party; Colonel Nevil and your father used to be great chums when they were boys, and though I’ve never met him, I’ve heard he is a splendid man.” 1 made no reply to this verdict, but went slowly to my room, took the letter from my pocket and reread it. It was from Sally Nevil, the only child of the wealthy and prominent Colonel Nevil. She wanted me to he one of her guests at a house party, and she reminded me of my promise to visit her, given in Washington the summer before, where I had met her. 1 knew nothing of the rest of the family, of course, as 1 had never seen them, but her mother joined her in the invitation, so 1 supposed it was all right, at least mother said it was. Hut I didn’t want to go, 1 never cared for rich, formal, and extremely fashionable society, and 1 had no desire to spend ten davs in it. Hut mother said I should go, and that settled it. At last the day of my departure came; 10:30, Friday morning, found me at the railway station, properly attired for traveling, in charge of two suitcases, my bull- terrier, “Sketer, a box of candy, some flowers, and several magazines (for “Socks” had come to see me off), besides numerous directions about tickets and dignity. Sally met me at “South Bend” Station in a high-powered roadster, and appeared overjoyed to see me, though 1 had no idea why. “Oh,” she bubbled, “It’s just too splendid of you to come, father and mother are charmed, and my guests—they’re all so excited. I’ve given them such a glowing description of you, and oh! I’ve got such a wonderful surprise for you! It’s just too good to keep!” And with that she began to drive her car in a most reckless and rapid manner, while I smiled and told her how glad I was to be there, what a nice trip I’d had, and that I was sure that I was going to have a wonderful time. Just about this time we came to the foot of a hill, on top of which stood a magnificent brick mansion, surrounded by great trees. The place was charming, and looked just as 1 imagined the old manor houses of England looked. There was an extensive lawn about the house, used also for tennis and golf. As we drew near, the massive white pillows of the porch, the palms, the ferns, hammocks, cushions and swings, together with the number of idle people, caused me to believe it was some hotel. Hut as we reached the gate, Sally turned in, and swung up the drive. “Here,” she announced quietly, “is where I live; I hope you’ll like it—but it is tiresome.” 68