Hampton High School - Krabba Yearbook (Hampton, VA)

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to-be-forgotten ])icnic up the James river. We worked hard in our classes, so that we might not fall behind and lose our chosen goal. We had chosen at the first of the year our officers, who helped us uphold the standards of our Alma Mater. Our junior pilots were: President, Wilton Jones; Vice-President, Virginia Batten; Secretary, Kathryn Pace; and Treasurer, Elese White. It was largely with their help that we accomplished all that we did. Then in September, 1924, we returned to our dear school as seniors. We were on our last stretch, with only one year before we would be leaving our Alma Mater , as students, forever. We were older and the realization came to us more than ever before that we had responsibilities to shoulder and duties to perform. We could not shirk. We could not drop out. We must continue our course and do ourselves, our class, and our school the honor we owed them. We elected our senior officers as follows: President, James Daly; Vice-Presi¬ dent, Miller Hanger; Secretary, Sadie Marchant and Treasurer, Bessie Bertschey. Our class symbols we chose: Colors, black and gold; Motto, “Finished, Yet Beginning”; and flower, black-eyed susan. Passed were our first three milestones. We were aiming toward our last and we were determined to reach it with flying colors. This year we have accomplished more than we ever have before. We have had dances and other socials, and we have enjoyed them; however, as seniors, social life has not interfered with our academic work. We have worked hard and have at last reached our chosen goal. We have accomplished what we set out to gain four years ago, and we know our efforts have not been in vain. Our aim has been reached, and what more could we ask? We, as students, have tried to uphold the standards and traditions of Hampton High School, and when we ieave these walls, it is the wish of each one of us that in whatever field our chosen life work may be we will always have our same old Hampton spirit and have at heart our beloved school and our class. As we leave our dear Old Hampton High And embark on the sea of life, We wonder in the years to come When we encounter the turmoils of life , If ever another time will come When xve’ll all be together again. Or if our after lives will be spent Just scattered about in the great race of men. So, dear Hampton High, we sing thee praise, And also unto thee, our class, We sing that everlasting praise To our own beloved, dear School and Class. —Kathryn Pace, ’25.

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Senior Class History F OUR years ago, in September, 1921, we entered Hampton High School as freshmen. Most of these same students now form our senior class. Among the number were many from Syms-Eaton, John M. Willis and George Wythe schools. After completing the courses required in the grammar schools, these students journeyed to old Hampton High to begin their high school course. The day on which we entered this institution marked one of the most important eras in our lives. During our freshman year we accomplished much. We had parties, pic¬ nics and various other forms of amusement, not to mention thrilling encounters with the sophomores. We did not neglect the academic side of our school life. As our freshman officers, we elected: President, Booth Graham; Vice-President, Virginia Batten; Secretary, George Torian ; and Treasurer, Wallace Hicks. Under the careful guidance of these class officers we accomplished more than was expected of us. We studied hard and when September, 1922, rolled around, we found our old class hack at Hampton High School, not as fresh¬ men, hut as sophomores. When we entered as sophomores, we found we had lost several of our class¬ mates. Some were attending other schools; others had found employment, or interests elsewhere. However, many from Phoebus High School joined us and have been with us the remaining three years of our high school life. As our sophomore officers, we chose: President, Florence Messick; Vice-President, Kathryn Pace; Secretary, Alton Buchanan; and Treasurer, Virginia Batten. During our sophomore year we also had dances and parties, which we enjoyed; hut we had started out to reach another goal—that of receiving our Hampton High School diplomas, and we refused to allow other interests to monopolize all of our valuable time. Accordingly, therefore, we studied as hard as we played, and in June, 1923, we found ourselves no longer sophomores, hut upper classmen, juniors. As juniors of our dear old high school, we more than ever realized the responsibilities which each of us shouldered. We had more to accomplish, we were nearer our goal and we would not shirk out duties. Since we were now upper classmen, our faculty and fellow-students expected more of us and we decided to fulfill all expectations to the best of our several abilities. We fur¬ nished the athletic teams with material, as we had also done during our preced¬ ing two years, and we were represented in practically all of the activities of the high school. This was, also, the year during which we were responsible for the annual Junior-Senior picnic. We worked hard and gave the seniors a never-

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Class Poem, 25 As the ship sets sail from the harbor For a voyage across the white foam, There’ll he storms to descend upon it Before it returns again home. For the winds of the ocean will vary, Try to drive it from its way; But if there’s a trustworthy captain, That ship on the right course will stay. And after the storms are over, And the dark hanging clouds have passed. When the sun is shining brightly. And the wind’s just right at last, That ship will sail over the ocean Till the harbor ahead she has won; The fierce storms will soon be forgotten In the fact that the voyage was well done. The Seniors now gathered around me ,Ire like the ship of which I have told; We embark from the shores of commencement, From our joys and sorrows of old. We are launched on the great sea of life. And now different courses we’ll take, And whatever the end of the voyage, ’Twill be only what each one shall make. The storms of life will come on us Before we have sailed very far; But if we’ve the old class spirit. These storms our lives will not mar. The winds of Dame Fortune will change oft, And leave ns discouraged, we ' ll find, But ’twill not keep us from straight sailing. If we are the determined kind. And then, when those storms are oxter. We’ll sail o’er the bright shining sea; We ' ll still be going straight onward, For losers we could not be. We ' ll never turn backward, () Seniors, Or from the straight course, while we strive By the spirit that ' s in each one of us. By the spirit of old ’2d. —Kathryn Bully, ’25