Fredericksburg High School - Rapahanoc Yearbook (Fredericksburg, VA)

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JptStorp of junior Class HE old order changeth, yielding place to the new.” This holds good in our class, for many changes have taken place since our Freshman days. In the first year our President was Edith Boulware and our class teacher Mrs. Euliss. Taking the first step of the four with a bound, we o’er-leaped the diffi¬ culties that obstructed our path and gained the second height, the Sophomore one. Here Donald Whitbeck took the President’s chair, when Mrs. Blake, our class teacher, would surrender her place of supervision. Some of our class left us, but then others were added to our ranks. The next climb was a hard one to make, and it soon became evident that some of our numbers would be diminished ere the final goal could be attained. The rest labored falteringly on the steep pathway, hoping and working for the time to come when they should ascend one more round on the ladder of intellectual attainment. Wh en at last that day arrived and we had come back after three glorious months of holiday, we were strengthened by new students who had come to cast their chance with ours. That year Warren Farmer was President and Mrs. Courtney, as Junior teacher, took us in charge. After the examinations the sky of knowledge is somewhat clari¬ fied, the sunbeams seem a little brighter, the mists have fled a little farther away. We have spent many arduous days in patient study, the taper has full often grown dim and shadows danced in fantastic shapes upon the walls while we dug for priceless treasure. But recompense is near at hand. “Yet one more year” and Mr. Dickin¬ son will find, despite his “flunks,” that we know a little Algebra; Mrs. Courtney will teach a few more facts about Social Problems; Mrs. Williams will translate a little more Virgil; Miss Dalton will make us sew a little faster, and their role will be played, and their thoughts linger on the past, but as a distorted and bedimmed picture. Then those that have crammed not, so that in the final “Great Trial of Wit” they were found wanting and so condemned shall stay behind, but the chosen few shall pass into the high and mighty seats of the Seniors. They shall shine most marvelously, until there shall be bestowed upon them the right honorable reward of a diploma, and the name of Our Class of 1926 shall resound through the school forever and the future pupils shall sing aloud its praises. —Edith Boulware.

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Sfuntor Class CLASS colors: Green and White class motto: Facta non Verba CLASS SONG Tune—“June Night ' class flower: Lily of the Valley This class is true, We’re happy too, And all because we are Juniors; Our hearts afire, We are inspired, We have but one desire. CHORUS Just make us grave Seniors Grave Seniors so true, And this class, will just surpass, The Senior class gone before us; We’re true to the Black and Gold, Hail! Juniors are we So make us grave Seniors, True Seniors to be. I $ (? B

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