George Washington Carver Regional High School - Hawk Yearbook (Culpeper, VA)

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S 4 4 9 10 0 (?l Zd ' rtyOtfa ' Uf, of whom had died. A pitiful sight it was when all of us, surrounded by new things, stumbled up the steps of Culpeper Training School, which was to be our harbor for three years. It was hard to become adjusted to this new life, since our three month ' s voyage had been so carefree. The individuals who were already there, did not help our lot any by the constant razzing which we under- went. This first year, however, sharpened our determinations to stick it out to the end. Cur second year found us more prepared to cope with the changes which were to be ours. Again our party suffered a terrific epidemic, and several of them died. In spite of this lost, we toiled onward with hope in our hearts. By this time, there was talk of our setting out for a new harbor. Seemingly that the old one was well worn and we would 3urely need a new one. Of course, we rejoiced in this news, and at the same time our hearts were sad. Our Training School meant so much to us until we hated to give it up. We had spent endless hours preparing our work for various teachers, and in general adapting our- selves to its ways and means of life. We loved it dearly! C.T.S. had found a place in our hearts. Our Junior year we actually knew that this was to be our last year within the beloved walls of C.T.S. We feverishly worked for our Junior-Senior Prom. We tried to make it the most gala affair ever to take place within those walls. Everything was tops and a good time was had by all. As this year ended, all of us boarded our vessel, by this time severly wounded, and set sail for this harbor known as Carver Regional

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o 01 6 High School. Truel This school has better facilities, more teachers and more students, and we rejoice. We have many things to rejoice for. We have the honor of being the first fruits from Carver and have been so honored to lay the foundation of future graduating classes here. Our four years have been measured by much wandering and adjustments. Sure we are tired, worn, but much wiser individuals. Again we are ready to set 3ail but this time on a much greater sea. What lies beyond these waters can only be told by fate. Again we are refueling. Our ship is ready to take off to a land of adulthood. Great things live ahead for some of us, and for others we enter uncertain waters. Most of our crew with which we started has held out to the end, and others have fallen by the wayside. We are proud to say: The race is not given to the swift or to the s ' ong. But to he who holds out to the end . n Jean Jackson Elizabeth White