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

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0 Q l 6 f f 0 ♦ Oh, mysterious powers from ancestors old, tine loud my eyes and visions unfold and seek in the future to 1959 the Class of 49 fortunes and fates. The future is coming nearer, but fast and now I can see things clearly at last. I can see William Alexander as Assistant Chief Bat Boy” for tho Brooklyn Dodgers, the first Negro to hold this position with a National Baseball team. Due to the recent paper shortage, James Williams is ma ki ng his fortune selling rags. Bernice Allen, the big time blues singer, has just divorced her fifth husband. Roberta Brown is touring the country these days lecturing on What to do to get a man and how to hold him . James Robinson has long given up the idea of Commsrcial Art and is now a tenant farmer on George Washington ' s farm. Virginia Turner is getting her Ph.D at La Sorboune in Paris so that she will be better qualified for her position at the Be Bop University in Tumersville. Linwood Brock, who has finally said I do with Esther Haney, is now- boss and coach of the famous Culpeper Dragon Football team. The team 3 s average for the season is six games lost, zero games won.

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0 49 zarvel is ciam (00H SCHOOL) © o Among these tall and swaying trees Old Carver took her stand. And we bowed down upon our knees To lend a helping hand. Upon these grounds where Indians stood We have worked with one another; Preparing for man and womanhood With dear Carver as a mother. Many and sharp were our ills Woven within these walls; More pointed yet we made our wills In our classrooms and halls. The first to leave Old Carver s grounds! Tou know how we oust feel; Our grief cannot be weighed in pounds. But success our hearts will heal. Now is the time when we must part. To apply our knowledge gained; Our struggle on life ' s rwad must start To use what we have. obtained. We leave here with tears of sorrow To travel a weary road Weeping not for today, but tomorrow And the heaviness of life ' s load. Before we conquer another thought We ' ll bid our teachers good-by To whom our many problems we ' ve brought And they often wondered why. Our Principal, teachers, and our friends These we can never forget; For misgivings we have had to mend, We leave here with regret Leaving our teachers, friends, and mates Is not a pleasant mission BUt only a drifter sits and waits For time to make his decision.