Hampton High School - Krabba Yearbook (Hampton, VA)

Text from Pages 1 - 126 of the 1926 volume:

m ci.fCT UJ as r m s® CD ®§ tu � • Charles H. Taylor Memorial Library ■ Y AIM has been to make a i g cheerful, attractive and useful ' -� newspaper that would enter the home as a kindh’, heloful friend ot the family. My temperament has al¬ ways led me to dwell on the virtues of men and institutions rather than upon their faults and limitations. My dis¬ position has always been to build up rather than to join in tearing down. My ideal has always been that a news¬ paper should help men, women and chil¬ dren to get some of the sunshine life, to be better and happier because of the Boston Cdobe Chas. H. Taylor HAMPTON VIRGINIA rasasm mmim uJ Virgiuiaaa HOUSTON PRINTING AND PUBLISHING HOUSE HAMPTON, VIRGINIA 4. iaylor memorial library ®ije Volume Published by 0 Tbe Hi h School Students Hampton, Virginia NINETEEN HUNDRED TWENTY-SIX ROBERT M. NEWTON, B. S. William and Mary College H. WILSON THORPE, A. B. William and Mary College TRUSTEES J. Wilton Hope, Chairman W. S. Benthall F. M. Boggs M. F. Riggins Elijah Wallace 0. W. Ward John Weymouth L. J. White K u V. Jforetoorb In presenting, this fourth edition of the KRABBA to you, students and friends, we hope that we have enclosed in the covers of this book fond remembrances of life at Hampton High. With a deep sense of gratitude, we wish to thank all those who have in any way helped to complete the 1926 edition. Q) Uebtcateb TO John Middleton Willis who t for forty-five successive years, unselfishly devoted his time and energy to the development of the Public School System of Elizabeth City County, we respectfully dedi¬ cate this book, the nineteen hundred and twenty-six edition of Cf )t Erabba Q Krabba Editorial Sta ff Editor - in-Chief Charles F. Palmer Assistant Editor Paul Westphal, Jr. Assistant Editor Virginia Curtis Organizations Mildred Kelly Art Editor Inez Hays Photographer W. Barton Hartley Joke Editor Owen McGarry Athletics Paul Jones Typist Hazel Rollins BUSINESS STAFF Business Manager A. T. Hull Assistant Manager Assistant Manager Wallace Hogcf. Harry Carmines Assistant Manager Herbert Luther Faculty J Nannie Wharton Ames. History Virginia Lee Amos. English Anna Seaton Cameron. Home Arts Richard Watson Copeland . . . Physical Director Elva Roberta Cunningham. Spanish Lallie B. Darden .... Commercial Department Marion Darling. English Robert Louis Davis. Science Lou Belle Ellis. Commercial Department Sadie Forbes. Science Elizabeth Hartman. English Maria Corella Hope. Libarian Trixie I. Johnson. French Madeline Jones. Latin Carolyn Kelly. History Luther Wesley Machen. Electricity Louise Pope. Mathematics Mary Katherine Smith. Mathematics John W. Starnes. Music Marguerite M. J. Stevens .. Mathematics Carland Lee Strauchan. English Reginald R. Venable. Science Katherine Madison Wicker. History S ENIORS ROBERT ARTHUR, JR. “Bob ' ’ “Who mixed reason with pleasure, and wisdom with mirth, If he had any faults, he left us in doubt. ' ’ Vice-President French Club, ' 26; President Senior Class, ’20. “Bob” has been in H. H. S. one year, but he lias not left any of us in doubt as to his ability. He makes “A’s” with “E’s.” The student body tried to elect him as the most studious boy in school, but they at last decided he wasn’t as studious as he seems, but just naturally bright. Robert is also ten¬ nis champion, and he hopes to beat Bill Tilden some of these days. As our president we have given him the job of piloting the Class of ' 26 through all their trials and tribulations, and lie has succeeded. CHRIS BINGHAM “Tiny” “Never worries, seldom hurries, Yet is always ,n the lead. Athletic Association, ’23-’24-’25; Orchestra, ’25-’26; French Club, ’24-’25; Thomas Jefferson Literary Society, ’24-’25; Glee Club, ’2,5; Spanish Club Or¬ chestra, ’25. Chris is usually up to so mething, but he seems to get out of trouble just as easily as lie gets in. He loves music better than anything else; lie really is good on his “sax” and we hope he will be with Paul Whiteman yet. Mr. Whiteman, we are sending Chris on to you, but we wonder if he’ll get sidetracked and take up civil engineering instead. LOUISE BLOXOM “Easy” “Her virtues are many: her faults few. Athletic Association, ’24-’25; French Club, ’26; Thomas Jefferson Literary Society, ’26. When you see Louise frowning, lie prepared for the worst- her hair is coming down. At the present it is in the outgrowing stages and it worries her nearly to death. Whenever we see Louise with an armful of books, we know the reason. At least two of her teachers are to give tests, and she isn ' t going to be unprepared. EMMA ELIZABETH BOHLKEN “Boots” “Small of stature, but not in mind. Athletic Association, ’23-’24-’25; Latin Club. ’23; Glee Club, ’24-’25-’26; French Club, ’26; Thomas Jeffesron Literary Society, ’26. Emma is the tiniest in our class. She is a modest little maid, but you can always count on her for a good time. She does a lot to cheer up our blue” days with her smile and optimistic news. Emma’s school spirit and her size are most assuredly in inverse proportion. FLORENCE HASKINS BRADLEY “Flo” “Oh, blest with temper whose unclouded ray Can make tomorrow as cheerful as today. Appreciation Club, ’23-’2f; Athletic. Association, ’24-’25; Woodrow Wilson Literary Society, ’25-’26; Secretary French Club, ’26. Florence believes in perpetual good humor and it really does take good humor plus endurance to struggle through four years of Math. We haven ' t decided whether “Flo” will be a business woman or a housekeeper. At present she seems very indepen¬ dent, but you never can tell. GERTRUDE VIRGINIA BROCKLEY “Gert” “Once your friend, always your friend. Woodrow Wilson Literary Society, ’24- ' 25-’26; Ath¬ letic Association, ’24-’25; French Club, ’25-’26; Boosters Club, ' 26. Everyone knows our “Gert!” She is a friend to everyone of us. Whenever we ask her a question, she is always ready to answer it. We have yet to see her when she is not smiling. She ' s quite sweet, quiet and refined. Here’s a girl who is not only good-natured but can keep others in a good humor. ELLEN MARIE BRUCE “Billie” “Infinite treasure in a little room. Latin Club, ’23; Commercial Club, ’24- ' 25; Spanish Club, ’25-’26. “Billie” is small and has blue eyes and pretty golden hair, that is very boyishly bobbed. ’Neath a little make-up gleams the real Billie,” ever smil¬ ing, perpetually talking. Her “honest Injun goal” is her diploma, but still it’s just the feminine nature which causes her to snatch a few flirtations on the side. DAVIS BULIFANT “Davey” “Joyous and happy, from care I am free.” Athletic Association, ’24-’26; Woodrow Wilson Lit¬ erary Society, ’25-’26; Latin Club, ’25; Orchestra, ' 25-’2G; Basketball Squad, ’25; Football Squad, ’26. Davis is a real genuine, hard-working somebody. I ' ll bet that Davis has said. “Yes, ma’am, and what can I get for you?” a thousand times if lie’s said it at all. In addition to being a member of one of Hampton’s most successful retail establishments, he is an accomplished musician. He and Max Pat¬ rick are almost inseparable, but it doesn’t seem that Max’s lack of energy has been transferred in the slightest degree. . STEWART BULIFANT “Stew “A friend to all.” Athletic Association, ’23-’24-’25; Football Squad, ’24-’25; Glee Club, ’25- ' 26; Spanish Club, ’25- ' 26. Stewart doesn’t say so much, but we never forget that he is around. He is one of those fellows who make themselves felt. “Stew” has helped a great deal on the football squad and he has filled many a hole left vacant by others. He keeps up well in his studies and is also quite a song bird in the Glee Club. MARY CHARLES “Nuisance” “Never do today what you can put off till tomorrow.” Athletic Association, ’23-’24-’25; Woodrow W ' ilson Society, ’23-’24- ' 25; Spanish Club, ' 25. Mary is happy-go-lucky, and though tactless, she has a knack of smoothing things over with a con¬ tagious giggle or another blunder . If you want to laugh just go up to room 203 any day in the week, and enjoy yourself. Mary can entertain a roomful. Since Christmas something has been disturbing the even tenor of Mary’s way. Look on the exterior of her left hand, and you may learn the trouble. ELIZABETH NEWMAN COLEMAN “Liz” “Ever in smiles, never dreary.” Athletic Association, ’23-’24-’25; Junior Chorus, ’25; French Club, ’25; Basketball Squad, ’25- ' 26; Journalism Club, ’26; Boosters Club, ’26; Thomas Jefferson Literary Society, ’26; Winifred Fales Club, ’26. Although “Liz” has a boyish bob, she is really one of the few T dignified flappers. We don’t judge by the outside. She always comes out to games—especially basketball—and helps with the yells. “Liz” ahvays knows just how to dress. But we consider her vivac¬ ious facial expression one of her greatest attributes. MARGUERITE ORA CONGDON “Marg” “A flapper — no.” Athletic Association, ’23-’24-’25; Commercial Club, ’24; Spani sh Club, ’24-’25-’26. Marguerite hails from Florida, and in these days of painted twentieth century flappers, it is surely a relief to find a bashful, quaint little girl, reminiscent of days gone by, when girls were quiet and dignified. A truly old-fashioned type is Marguerite, yet not lacking modern ideas either. We all love to hear her talk, for the way she drawls out each word is very fascinating. VIRGINIA ANNE CURTIS “Brick “On with the dance, Let joy be unconfined! Athletic Association, ’23-’24-’25; Operetta, ’24- ' 26; Glee Club, ’24-’25-’26; Appreciation Club, ’24; Junior Chorus, ’25; Journalism Club, ’25-’26; Associate Edi¬ tor Krabba, ’26; French Club, ’25-’26; Vice-President D. D. K., ’26; Thomas Jefferson Literary Society, ’26. Virginia has enough pep for three people. One of the ways in which she expresses this pep is in the terpsichorean art. Never a step too intricate, never a whirl too swift for our best dancer. You can de¬ pend on her to talk at any time or place about any¬ thing or anybody. Although she is brimming over with joy, she finds time to calmly knock off two or three A’s a month. She has a nightingale voice which she uses to advantage—even charming our “Pirate Chief.” VIRGINIA BELLE DEANE “Dinga” “She can work, she can play — The kind of a girl one loves alway .” Athletic Association, ’24-’25; Latin Club. ’24; Woodrow Wilson Literary Society, ’25-’26 ; French Club. ’26. Virginia is a combination of rare finding. Not often do we find a good student and a good sport, too. But here we have one. “Dinga” makes us feel ashamed. No matter what we ask her to do she always answers with a good-humored “O-yea.” This will help her patients in later years, because we know “Dinga” will be as good a nurse as she is a friend. RUBY VIRGINIA DIXON “Pete” “A friend, a pal. Just my kind of a gal. Music Club, ’25-’26; Winifred Fales Club, ’25-’26; Glee Club, ’25-’26; Secretary Thomas Jefferson Lit¬ erary Society, ’25-’26; French Club, ’25-’26; Journal¬ ism Club, ’25-’26; Pioneer Staff, ’25-’26; Boosters Club, ’26; Treasurer Senior Class, ’26. Ruby never shouts to tell you she’s there, she doesn’t need to. Even though she is a quiet girl, she makes herself felt. She is in almost everything that goes on. and she does her part and more. Efficiency plus—that ' s Ruby. “Pete” is a “jewel.” MALVINA VIRGINIA ELLIOTT “Sherlock” “A quiet mind is nobler than a crown. Athletic Association, ’24-’25; French Club, ' 26; Thomas Jefferson Literary Society, ’26. Virginia lives off of trignometry. In fact she hasn ' t yet found a Math problem of any kind that she couldn’t work. But Math is only one of the many subjects that do not seem to phase her. Vir¬ ginia is a lovable companion and an interesting talker. She is also what we call a “good listener.” She doesn ' t ever seem to tire of hearing other people talk, but when she says a word we all sit up and take notice. StJohh ' iC , -ek f; s ... JOHN PENDLETON ELLIS ‘•Pete’’ “Is not the man of few words the best! Spanish Club, ’24-’26; Glee Club, ’24-’25; Athletic Association, ’24-’25. “Pete” is one of the best men in our class. He doesn’t shine in any particular place, but is good at everything. Besides being most scrupulously neat in everything, he is just as scrupulously thorough. Things that are left to him to be done are usually done right on time. WILLIAM CLARENCE GARDNER “Bus” “Better a man blush than turn pale.” Football Squad, ’23; Football Varsity, ’24-’25; Woodrow Wilson Literary Society, ’24-’25; Glee Club, ’24; Minstrels, ’25; Journalism Club, ’25. “Bus” is a mixture of good looks and football ability. Yes, he even went so far as to risk his the rough and tumble game of foot- is most loyal W school board itsen. KELVIN RICHARDSON GEGGIE “Ky” “Never troubles trouble until trouble troubles him.” Latin Club, ’25; Bogs Society, ’26; Boosters Club ’26. “All right, Kalavin, me lad.” Here’s another rare specimen, a very rare one. He’s a freckled face Scotchman, jolly and generous. He ' s hard to beat. We are very sorry that he had to stop school in mid-year, but we are confident that he is making good. Straight forward—that’s Kelvin. We say straight because that’s the way we know he will go ahead in this old world. We’re right off your starboard quarter, pushing for you, “Kalavin, me lad.” MILDRED IRLENE GIST “Micky” “The sky is my limit.” Latin Club, ' 23; Athletic Association, ' 24-’25; Woodrow Wilson Literary Society, ’24-’25- ' 26; Or¬ chestra, ’24-’25-’26; Junior Chorous, ' 25; French Club, ’26. Mildred left us in the middle of the year, alas! While here, she didn ' t do much besides get all A’s and fiddle away her time in the orchestra, but you have to admit that that’s quite a bit more than a number of us do. Calm, quiet, tall, willowy, brainy, that ' s Mildred. As ye sow, so shall ye reap,” says the old proverb, Mildred must have sowed hours of studying, for when February came around she reaped somewhere between seventeen and fifty credits. WILLIAM BARTON HARTLEY “Billy” I am always in haste, bvt never in a harry. Football, ’22,-’23-’24-’25; Track Squad, ’23; Assist¬ ant Manager Football, ' 23; Basketball Squad, ’23-’24; Varsity, ’25; Vice-President Junior Class, ’25; French Club, ’25; Vice-President Boosters Club, ’25; Journalism Club, ’25-’2G; Woodrow Wilson Literary Society, 25-’26; Associate Editor Krabba, ’26. Barton is one of our star athletes, having done exceptionally well in football and basketball. He is an animated correspondent with young ladies in several states—Maine, Pennsylvania, New York, and especially Fort Leavenworth, Kansas. He never tires of referring to above mentioned correspond¬ ence. His big specialty is cracking jokes and some¬ times he strikes a funny one. MADELINE DOUGLAS HEYWOOD “Madge” “A laugh is worth a hundred groans in any market .” Athletic Association, ’23-.’24-’25; Thomas Jefferson Literary Society, ’24; Commercial Club, ’24; Wini¬ fred Fales Club, ’24; Glee Club, ’25-’26; Spanish Club. ’25-’26. “Madge” was given a sunny dis rw ' q he is one of o- vci tien i vtiiu niio wiything. ihat ' s tlie kind we like to see at H. H. S. “Madge” is never heard to grumble but is as sweet and lovable as any one. WALLACE HICKS “Peter” “1 seem a saint when most I play the devil. Ahtletie Association, ’22-23-’24-’25; Treasurer Class ’22; Glee Club, ’23-’24-’25-’26 ; Woodrow Wilson Lit¬ erary Society, ’25-’26; French Club, ’25-’26; Boosters Club, ’26; Business Manager Pioneer, ’26; Secretary Glee Club, ’26. Wallace came to H. H. S. when just a little mite,” but he certainly has grown since. “Peter” is our horticulturist. If he doesn’t succeed in growing a “black tulip,” the class of ’26 will be disappointed He is also our representative in the Hampton Fire Department. In addition to the above, “Peter” is a vital cog in the Senior Class machinery. We couldn’t possibly get along without him. ROSE FRENCH HOGGE “Arches” “To know her is to love her.” Vice-President Class ’22; Athletic Association, ’22- ’23-’24-’25 ; Cheer Leader, ’23-’24-’25; Operetta, ’24; Glee Club, ,’24; Secretary Class ’25; Junior Chorus, ’25; Thomas Jefferson Literary Society, ’25-’2G ; Pioneer Staff, ’26; Winifred Fales Club, ’26; French Club, ’26. Rose is just full of school spirit. We don’t feel “all there” if “Arches” isn’t on the side lines to help us yell. Hogge” loves Home Economics, and we know she’ll make a fine little housewife. Be¬ sides being the most popular girl in H. H. S., she is the prettiest girl in the Senior Class. Rose has many talents. Her voice will bring her fame we know. We all declare Rose to be the “flower” of the Class of ’26. ANDREW DAVIDSON HOSEY “Andy” “Whence is thy learning? Hath tliy toil o’er books consum’d the mid¬ night oil?” Orchestra, ’24-’25-’26; Athletic Association, ’24-’25; French Club, ’26; Sergeant-at-Arms French Club, ’26. “An dy” stands in the scant ranks of those who seem to have the nerve to defy the awesome faculty. He is quite a shiek and he doesn’t believe in worry or study, studying only from 7:30 p. m to about 7:31 p. m. every night. However, he manages to make most of his classes most of the time, and all of his classes occasionally. As a trombonist, he is a main¬ stay in the orchestra. ELIZABETH BAGNALL HOUSTON “Ibba” “When it comes to writing she has the rep, When it comes to life “Ibba” has the pep.” Athletic Association, ’23-’24-’25; J un ' or Chorus, ’25; Latin Club, ’25; Journalism Club, ’25; Treas¬ urer Journalism Club, ’26; Treasurer Glee Club, ’26; President D. D. K„ ’26; Thomas Jefferson Literary Society, ’26. “Ibba” is one of the best all around girls we know. We can always have a lot of fun when she is around, because she says such witty things. She is the only one of the “Gang” that can be depended on to say the right thing at the right time. We have found this to be true in more cases than one. Ibba ' s” personality is reflected in her face, but we have only one fault to find with her. She has man¬ aged to get to school on time only twice this year. ELLEN AMELIA IRONMONGER “El” “I hate no one, I am in charity with the world.” Athletic Association, ’23-’24-’25; Latin Club, ’24- ’25-’26; Woodrow Wilson Literary Society, ’25-’26; French Club, ’26; Appreciation Club, ’25-’26. Ellen is not a very ardent lover of chemistry, but perhaps she’ll be an expert teacher yet. Where Charlie B. is concerned, Ellen is interested. _ The Seniors are still puzzling as to who this Charlie B. might be. Ellen never laughs until every one else has stopped, and then we have to laugh all over again with her. She never hurries, but we won’t say she is lazy. She just believes that “Haste makes waste.” MARGUERITE ELIZABETH IRONMONGER “Rita” “A merry heart, a ready smile.” Athletic Association, ’23-’24-’25; Vice-President Sophomore Class, ’24; Woodrow Wilson Literary Society, ’25-’26; Junior Chorus, ’25; Journalism Club, ’26; French Club, ’26. Marguerite is full of pep and fun. Her “hail fellow, well met” attitude has made her popular where ever she has been. “Rita” is a good student, and it is very seldom that we see her unprepared in any of her classes. She has a great deal of origin¬ ality in drawing. Her sketches of the “Flappers” and “Cake Eaters” of this generation are very realistic and true. GRACE JOHNSON “Duck” “The secret of success is the constancy of purpose .” Athletic Association, ’23-’24-’25; Thomas Jefferson Literary Society, ' 26; French Club, .’26. Grace is a girl of many moods. She often laughs contagiously, and then again she is a serious busi¬ ness girl. She works with the best of us and laughs with the worst of us. She doesn’t give voice to her opihions very often but when she does, we are sat¬ isfied that it is an opinion worth listening to. CATHERINE MARY KELLY “Kate” “If you want a girl who is first rate; Put in a thumb and pull out — Kate. Athletic Association, ’24-’25; Spanish Club, ’25. Catherine is one of our studious Seniors, and she believes in “knock ’em cold” where her lessons are concerned. She claims she will be a stenographer, but who knows? When you first know Catherine, you think she is quiet and dignified, but after you know her for quite a while, you find out that she can be as jolly and gay as any other girl. If “Kate” attempts anything, you may rest assured it will be finished. ROSALIE KYLE Puggy” “Be a task yre it or small, Do it well or not at all.” Athletic Association, ’23-’24-’25; Woodrow Wilson Literary Society, ’25-’26; French Club, ’25-’26; Junior Chorus, ’25; Winifred Fales Club, ’26; Journalism Club, ' 26. A small bundle of laughter—that’s Rosalie. Some people are blessed with talk. Rosalie is blessed with talk and laughter too, but we don’t mind as long as she goes about brightening up others. We find a serious side too. She has set the rest of us Seniors a good example. She is a dandy student, a good sport, and has a ready wit. MARTHA LOUISE LANE “Lou” “Of gentle manner, unaffected mind, Love of peace, and friend of human kind.” Athletic Association, ’23-’24-’25; Latin Club, ' 23- ’24-’25-’26; Woodrow Wilson Literary Society, ’25-’26; Class Poet, ’26; French Club, ’26. “The last of a long line of Lanes” is Louise. She is mighty good in Latin and she has nearly reached perfection as a student of our much loved” math. Louise seems to care little for the opposite sex. Perhaps she has taken this for her motto— “I will be happy and free, And I’ll be sad for no man.” ea ESTELLE NAOMI LEWIS “Stei.” “Never grumbles, never shirks, She is one who does her work. ' ’ Athletic Association, ’23; Appreciation Club, ’24; French Club, ’26. Hark! that melodious voice! Who is its owner? Wily, Estelle Lewis, of course. That voice of hers will take her through the world if the giggle will not. She never worries over her studies nor pushes herself on anybody else, but she gets there just the same. “She is a jolly good fellow.” With quiet dignity and reserve she has made her way through the school so unobtrusively that only those who have known her best have realized her worth. MARY STRIBLING LOTTIER “Stuibbie” “Lillie but loud.” Athletic Association, ’23-’24-’25; Woodrow Wilson Literary Society, ’24-’25-’26; Basketball Squad, ’24- ’25; Journalism Club, ’25-’26; Winifred Fales Club, ’26; D. D. K., ' 26; French Club, ’26. “Stribbie” is the best all-around girl in our class. She is popular among both sexes and fits snugly any¬ where and at any time. She is attractive and pop¬ ular, and those laughing, sparkling eyes greet us every morning and start us for the day. Her clear voice is frequently heard resounding through our halls—after school, of course. She is small, but everywhere at once. ELI,A ELIZABETH MARTIN “Libby” “An air of good humor always surrounds her.” Athletic Association, ’23-’24-’25; French Club, ’25- ’26; Junior Chorus, ’25; Latin Club, ’26; Woodrow Wilson Literary Society, ’26; Winifred Fales Club, ’26; Journalism Club, ’26. “Libby” can laugh and she can talk, and she does both of these. She is very sympathetic and good- natured, and impresses us all as being serious. This doesn’t mean that she doesn’t have a good time, because she does. Elizabeth is a very important member of the “Senior Trio.” Whenever we see her, we know that R.osalie Kyle and Elizabeth Cole¬ man are not far away. JOHN CABEI- MF.SSICK “Jim” “Climb, though the rocks be ragged. Athletic Association, ’23-’24-’25; Spanish Club, ’25-’26; Cdee Club, ’26; Woodrow Wilson Literary Society, ’26. “Jim” is our coming Caruso. His pleasing bari¬ tone has already begun to attract attention. He is the boy that passes six out of six classes and aston¬ ishes us al l by his knowledge. There is one thing Cabel will never forget. Just ask him what ar¬ rangement” means, and he is sure to give a correct definition. His wavy hair and bewitching ways have found their way into the hearts of certain girls who live in Newport. ALICE LUCILLE MILLER “Lu” “I never worry. Let the other fellow do that.” Athletic Association, ' 23- ' 24- ' 25; Glee Club, ’23- ' 24; Thomas Jefferson Literary Society, ’24-’25; Latin Club, ’25; Junior Chorus, ’25; French Club, ’26. If ever Lucille is blue, nobody knows it. In public she seems to be always smiling and ltappy. She takes life as it comes and finds the best in it. Just mention tennis, horseback riding, or bridge and she gets all pepped up. Happy anil care free, she is always ready to work or play. SHASTA NELSON “Jane” Hath so much wit and mirth and fun about her, There is no living with nor without her.” Journalism Club, ’24; Woodrow Wilson Literary Society, ’24-’25-’26; Athletic Association, ’24-’25; French Club, ’25-’26; Latin Club, ’26. Shasta likes to talk a lot, but after all, that’s a common failing. She can certainly debate and is wise enough to know when to stop. Shasta can play basketball to perfection, and we depend on her to help in every game. She is happy-go-lucky and her laughing blue eyes remind us of old Ireland. HELEN COLIER POWELL “Heddie “You may look o ' er all the ivorld, but never find another just her kind.” Commercial Club, ’24; Junior Chorus, ' 25; Spanish Club, ’25-’26; Woodrow Wilson Literary Society, ’26; Typist of Pioneer, ' 26. If you should meet Helen, you would recognize her by her laughing brown eyes and brwon curls. She is very industrious and an ace on the type¬ writer. Her fingers fly across the keys like light¬ ning. We are told that the postman often leaves letters at her house—from whom we cannot guess— unless it is a certain young minister. ALICE PROUDMAN “Wool worth” ' ‘Wanted—a muffler.” Latin Club. ’23-’24-’26; Oppreciation Club, ’23-’24; Junior Chorus, ’25; French Club, ’26; Athletic Asso¬ ciat ion, ’23- ' 24. When Alice is around there’s one thing sure — you’ll know it. If she’s in a talkative mood, you ' d better steer clear of her. She is good in all her work. If you ask her to help you do something, she is always willing to do it. Alice goes out for her own brand of athletics—she rides a bicycle to school. MARGARET LEE QUINN “Red’’ “The pen is mightier than the sword.” Operetta, ’24: Athletic Association, ’24-’25; Ex¬ change Editor Pioneer, ’25; Secretary Senior Class, ’20; Boosters Club, ’26; Editor-in-Chief Pioneer, ’26; Vice-President Thomas Jefferson Literary Society, ’26; President French Cluh, ’26. Whenever you feel something bump into you in the corridors, yelling for Chetwyn, and going like a “streak of lightning,” you know it’s Margaret Quinn. In a most exasperated way you’ll hear her say, “My conscience, isn’t yonr work for the Pioneer ready yet? Now for goodness sake, what am I going to do?” Never has such a busy body entered the doors of old H. H. S. Besides engineer¬ ing the Pioneer, this versatile lady holds many other important offices. Such an example of perpetual motion is bound to get somewhere in the world soon. We wonder where. NANCY RAINEY “Nan” “Contentment is great gain.” Commercial Club, ’23; Spanish Club. ’25- ' 26: Typist for Pioneer, ’25-’26; Thomas Jefferson Literary Society, ’25-’26. . Nancy is a quiet, demure little miss. She evi¬ dently believes in the old adage, “Young ladies (it really is ’little girls,’ but she might object to that) should be seen and not heard,” which, alas, many of her sisters do not heed. At that she is richer than a large percentage of the rest of us, if there is any truth in the other old saying, “Speech is ailvpr tmt silence is golden.” LESLIE HARRISON RITTER “Les” “Spice, good humor, and basketball — that ' s Leslie.” Athletic Association, ’23-’24-’25; Basketball Varsity, ’24-’25-’26; Glee Club, ’25-’26; Woodrow Wilson Lit¬ erary Society, ’25-’26: Journalism Club. ’25-’26; French Club, ’25-’26; Secretary Boosters Club, ’26; Operetta, ’26; Winifred Fales Club. ’26; Vice-Presi¬ dent Senior Class, ’26; Manager Basketball, ’26. “Chatter, chatter, all day long.” That’s Leslie. Many a dull moment is brightened by li stening to her “chew the rag.” Leslie is foremost in all high school activities and she turns all her responsibilities into pleasures. She is an athlete of note and stars in basketball. Here’s hoping she can play the game of life as well. MARIAM ELIZABETH RUSTIN “Rusty” “Serious with the most of us, Gag with the gayest of us.” French Club, ’26; Woodrow Wilson Literary Society, ’26. Miriam, a little, blue-eyed, light-haired lassie, hails from “Geo ' gia.” She has been with us only a year, but we’ve all found out what a good sport and classmate she is. Her “en’s” and “ain’s” are nearly always “ing’s,” such as “kitching” and “mounting.” “Rusty,” ole dear, we’ve been glad to have you with us and we wish you bon voyage. NANNIE DORA SAUNDERS “Nan” “Her actions are modest, her words discreet . Athletic Association, ’24- ' 25; Spanish Club. ' 25-’26. Nannie has never been known to hurry, but that doesn ' t mean she’s lazy. No—not a bit. She simply takes her own sweet time about everything, but always comes out at the big end of the horn. Nan¬ nie doesn ' t believe in bluffing—neither do the rest of the Seniors. If she knows anything, she lets us know it; if she doesn’t know, she keeps quiet. ANNE FRANCES SIMPKINS “Chick” “Always laughing, always gay, Goes Anne Simpkins along tier way.” Journalism Club, ’24-’25- ' 2(i ; Woodrow Wilson Lit¬ erary Society. ’24-’25-’2G; Winifred Fales Club, ' 24; Treasurer Winifred Fales Club, ' 25; Glee Club, ' 25- ' 26; Athletic Association. ' 25; President Winifred Fales Club, ' 26; French Club, ’26; Treasurer Boost¬ ers Club, ’26. Anne keeps us laughing all the time and the funniest part is that she never understands what we are laughing at. She is a fine debator. If you want to be convinced in spite of yourself, just go to Anne. She can do it. There are very few who can stand up under her wilting arguments. EVELYN ELLIOTT SLEDGE “Eire” “Her ways are the ways of pleasantness.” Latin Club, ’24-’26; Athletic Association, ’24- ' 25; French Club, ' 26; Woodrow Wilson Literary Society, ’26. Evelyn came to us two years ago from Accomac County to complete her high school education. Al¬ though she came from a county where the growing of potatoes is the chief enterprise, she has easily adapted herself to our Crabber atmosphere. Evelyn is usually ahead of the rest of us in her school work. The fact that her name is found on the term honor roll is proof of this. MARGARET SMYRE “Chicken” “For she is jes ' the gentle kind, Whose nature never varies.” Athletic Association, ’23-’24-’25; Latin Club, ’25- ' 26; Thomas Jefferson Literary Society, ' 26; French Club, ' 26. Margaret is our quiet member. She would make a fine radio fan, for she’s always there to “listen in,” but she lets the others do the “broadcasting.” We think that would be a good policy for many of us. This little Quaker may yet end up on Broadway for she has already demonstrated her aptitude for {esthetic dancing. VERNA MAY VAUGHAN “V. V.” “A ready smile, a happy glance .” Athletic Association, ’23 ' 2-t; Winifred Fates Club. ' 2 t-’25; Frencli Club, ' 26; Woodrow Wilson Literary Society, ’25-’26; Glee Club, ’25-’2(5. Behold our blond Verna, vivacious and happy. She surely is both. Is she dignified? Well—some! Does she like fun? We ' ll say she does! Her laugh¬ ing eyes twinkle as she goes around spreading sun¬ shine. Do you know that “V. V.” is a wonderful impersonator? If you don’t, just watch her. She’s interested, too, in Pennsylvania; we wonder why. EDNA WALTERS “Eddie” “Better to boss than to be bossed. Athletic Association, ’24-’25; Woodrow Wilson Literary Society, ’25-’26; French Club, ’25- ' 26; Presi¬ dent Latin Club, ’26. Edna is always smiling about something and is willing to share the joke with us. She does well in everything, but she’s a shining light in Latin. She should really have been a Roman; however, she does the next best thing and presides over the Latin Club. Edna is not very easily persuaded from an opinion, but we think that an asset. JESSIE WALTR1P “J ESS “A friend to me, a friend to you. She ' s your friend whate’er you do. Operetta. ’22; Athletic Association, ’22-’23-’24-’25; Commercial Club, ’24-’25; Spanish Club, ' 25- ' 26; Thomas Jefferson Literary Society, ’26. Eeverybody loves Jessie because she is Jessie. There is always much to he done in the Senior Class, and she does her share in all the work. Jessie is that quiet, studious kind, always true to her school and classmates. “Jess,” just stay as you are. and we know you’ll be a success in the ' ole world and come through with flying colors. MARGUERITE WELLS “Margie” The world is no better if we worry; Life ' s no better if we hurry.” Journalism Club, ’25-’26; Woodrow Wilson Liter¬ ary Society, ’25-’26; Boosters Club, ’26; President Spanish Club, ’26. Marguerite had enough credits to go out in Feb¬ ruary and we lost a splendid basketball player, and an excellent reader, too. She has a very even tem¬ perament and a disposition which seems to be ruffled never. She is capable of an immense amount of work, and possesses a great deal of patience. SHELBY WILLIAMS “Shilly” “Not by years, but by disposition, is wisdom acquired. Football Squad, ’2.5. Shelby is a frank, honest lad. In fact, his life is an open book—with the appendix, however, missing. He is not a woman hater, as some may have sus¬ pected, lie’s just bashful. He is very fond of ath¬ letics and finds that his height comes in handy at times. Although he claims that studying is not healthy, he lias been able to conquer all obstacles between himself and a diploma. MARION WORNOM “Wornie” “Good nature and good sense are good companions. Athletic Association, ’2f; Commercial Club, ’25; Spanish Club, ’25-’26. Marion is an object of envy among Seniors, for she has only one class a day to attend. We believe that she is truly under supernatural guidance. We expect to see Marion in some big business office soon, for she intends to be “somebody’s stenog. KATHRYN ZEPHIR “Babf.’’ “Last, but not least. Commercial Club, ’24; Athletic Association, ’24; Thomas Jefferson Literary Society, ' 24; Woodrow Wilson Literary Society, ’25; Glee Club, ’25-’2fi; Spanish Club, ’25. Kathryn is smart and witty with an inexhaustible vocabulary. She may be identified by her grin and freckles. She is always ready to spring a joke or take one. She is far from being a slave to “Old Man Worry.” Kathryn wants to be an English teacher, and we know she will find there a use for her sarcasm. Senior Memories AS we, of the Class of ’26, turn back the pages of the book of memory, we see chapters entitled “Freshmen,” “Sophomores,” “Juniors,” and “Seniors.” We think of the joyous days spent at Hampton High School, days with the pep of the athletic contests and the more quiet pleasures of the literary societies to vary the routine of class-room work. In these years we have formed friendships which will outlive us, and when, in later years, we look over this first step in our lives, we will be glad that we had trials and sorrows, as well as happiness and joys. In the first chapter of this book of memory, we read of the great day in nineteen hundred and twenty-two, when a stream of graduates from Syms-Eaton, John M. Willis, George Wythe, Phoebus and Fox Hill wended its way to the noble structure of higher learning, Hampton High School. We arrived, hut lo! we found ourselves no longer graduates, but a body of one cult and ninety-one “Rats,” sympathizing with each other in this difficult period of re-adjustment. As we read on the distress seemed to lessen, for had not the “Rat” song been accepted by the school? Yes! and this timely success gave to the class a new confidence. We rallied to the football games singing. “ QU you re going out to win today, Newport, change your mind.” With thrills of excitement we cheered the Red and White eleven on to victory over Maury High School. With downcast hearts we rooted for our team as Newport News sent it to defeat. But even this did not lessen the spirit of the “Rats.” When the time of the year for the literary meet with Newport News rolled around, it found an enthusiastic and happy hunch of Freshmen. Indeed the entire school was hilarious because at the conclusion of the program the president announced that the Red and White debaters had won over their ancient rivals. In June we all gave the merited praise to our officers who had worked so hard and faithfully. They were Edward Hardy, president, Charles Robert Holtzclaw, vice-president, Mary Jenkins, secretary- treasurer. Chapter two begins by saying that the Sophomore year found us not so strong in number hut more determined in purpose. Our officers were Charles Robert Holtz¬ claw, president; Vance Butler, vice-president; Frances Benthall, secretary; Virginia Curtis, treasurer. We came up against many difficult problems this year, but due to the hard work and willingness of both our officers and teachers we succeeded in solv¬ ing them. Now, as in our first year, we were interested in all school activities. We joined the various clubs and did everything we could to help. We proved our origin- ality to the satisfaction of the school (and the intense satisfaction of ourselves), by the thoroughly original stunts we put on. We presented the “Hi Yi Revue” which made a great hit with the entire student body. We made our money for the Piano Fund promptly. We left, not “footprints on the sands of time,” but much more “conrcete” evidence of our having been here—namely—sidewalks around the school. So, with its sense of importance, yet without those heavy responsibilities we were later to incur, the sophomore year slipped pleasantly away. The first part of the Junior Chapter is concerned with the election of officers. Junior officers seemed to be very important—was not this the year of the Junior- Senior Picnic? The officers elected were Elmer Messick, president; Barton Hartley, vice-president; Rose Hogge, secretary; and Edwin Watson, treasurer. These Junior worthies were saved a great deal of anticipated trouble, however. Since it proved impossible to get a boat, the annual picnic was abolished, but not without sighs for the tradition we were breaking. Our reputation was at stake. How to redeem our¬ selves? A Junior-Senior dance was the solution. The gym re-echoed to a gaiety which left no room for thoughts of once-cherished picnics. In the literary circles we were very well represented. Under the tutelage of Miss Pike the Junior class papers were issued and these determined to a certain extent the present staffs of the Pioneer and Krabba. Then, too, Elmer Messick, the Junior orator, journeyed to Charlottesville for the annual literary meet. In this he won third place. All in all, our Junior Year of high school was very successful. The Class of ’26 entered school as Seniors on the ninth day of September, so the fourth chapter of the book reads. The officers elected to guide the Senior ship through the remainder of high school seas were Robert Arthur, president; Leslie Ritter, vice-president; Margaret Quinn, secretary and Ruby Dixon, trasurer. The motto decided upon was “Build for Character, not for Fame;” the colors were old rose and gold; the flower the red rose. This year, with the initiative characteristic of us, we took an active part in all the clubs and organizations of school. A Boosters’ Club was formed which numbered many of the Seniors among its members. Many of the class were active members of the Pioneer and Krabba staffs. Although we did not neglect the academic side of our school life, dances and other social events were interspersed, for we believed “All work and no play makes Jack a dull hoy.” Now we, about to graduate, salute you, dear old Hampton High, and give you thanks for the inspirations and ideals which we will always cherish, though memories of school days may grow dim as the years go by. Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive, But to be young was very heaven. Senior Poem As boats sail far on waters blue, As ships sail on the sea. So sails the class of twenty-six To dark eternity. Four happy years that we have lent. And now these years are o’er; But we shall see the years well spent Through memory’s wishful door. Together we’ve been working long. Diplomas were our aim. Since we’ve attained them now, at last, A nobler place we’ll claim. Through many days, as ive look back, We’ve been a happy band. Had good things showered on us, And blessings on every hand. My dear classmates in the future May hope relieve our care. When duty sounds its call. We’ll respond as we did there. To Alma Mater we’ll be true, Cherish days spent in her walls. We pledge our loyalty and love Though we be in distant halls, When your path is mournfully trod, And grief your life would rule, Think then of fun you had while there In Hampton’s old High School. Our hearts will turn to H. H. S. And give a sigh, 1 know. Perhaps a longing thought For the days of long ago. —Louise Lane. M- The Student Lover A lover was mounting the stair-steps With a pushing mob, that he cursed. Alas, when he reached the third floor He knew he was due on the first! So speeding down the hall-way His feet beneath him replied— Down, down, and still on down into The fumes of sulphur chloride. While sitting, quietly dreaming Of rings and a wedding, too. His name was heard on the roll-call And he murmured a brave “l do!” But what is English grammar To wonderful raven hair? And what is “who,” and what is “whom” To a blue-eyed baby stare? And so he ignored his lessons, Even spurned the baseball glove; For in the spring a young mans fancy Really turns to thoughts of love. Elizab eth Houston, ’26 Tuft The Qu ' i eft I ' m, G o)jr To GET OuT Senior-A Class Roll Charles Robert Holtzclaw_ Edna Gardner _ Vice Paul Westphal_ Louise Guy_ Colors: Blue and Silver. Flower: Rose. Motto: “He Who Hesitates is Lost.” CLINE BARTON PAUL JONES FRANK BROWN MILDRED KELLY HELEN DANIEL NETTIE KEMP KENNETH DANIEL IRGINIA LEE DIXIE DIGGS HERBERT LUTHER LILLIAN FISHER DOROTHY MABRY DICK FROTHINGHAM JOHN MARTIN WILLIAM GALLOWAY BIRDIE MOURING EDNA GARDNER VIRGINIA OAKLEY HESTER GAY CHARLES PALMER LOUISE GILLIAM MAX PATRICK EUGENE CRAHAM WILL PATRICK LOUISE GUY SINCLAIR SELDEN BLANCHE HARE ALEC SHARF CHARLES HATHAWAY KIRKMAN SNIDER CHARLES ROBERT HOLTZCLAW HAROLD SNIFFIN VIRGINIA HOUCHENS ELVIRA TODD ANNA HULCHER LEONARD TOPPING WELDON HUNDLEY HARRY WARD RICHARD JAMES PAUL WESTPHAL ANNIE JOHNSON GEORGE JOINVILLE JAMES WINNIE President ■President Secretary Treasurer The Senior-A Class W HEN you see the Senior-A Class don’t forget to try to see how many are prominent in Hampton High School life. Most prominent is Charles Holtzclaw, our distinguished president, best dancer and state champion in the 440. Cline Barton and Kirkman Snider are also bright lights in the athletic field, each having captained a team. In Galloway, Diggs, Daniels, James, and Hundley we have good football players. Edna Gardner, Blanch Hare, and Virginia Houchens will some day be “somebody’s stenog.” When a treasurer is needed, Louise Guy always seems to get the job. Among the shieks we cannot leave out Harry Ward and Jimmie Winne. Harold Sniffin, Harry Ward, and Dickie Frothingham are well known for their singing. Charles Palmer, editor-in-chief of the Krabba and president of the Boosters’ Club, also sits within our circle. Our secretary, Paul Westphal, holds down the job of president of the Journalism Club besides helping out on the Krabba. The orchestra would be incomplete without Frank Brown, who plays a wicked clarinet. Besides being a stellar track man Paul Jones is athletic editor on the Krabba. Hazel Rollins, the Krabba staff’s typist, will some day be a good stenographer. When it comes to Shebas it is impossible to omit Louise Gilliam and Virginia Oakley. Elvira Todd cannot be beat when it comes to Home Economics. In fact it is hard to find many in the whole class who will not leave their mark behind when they leave the portals of our Alma Mater. Carry on, Class of the coming year. May your hardest task you never fear, And may each end you ivish to gain Be yours without sorrow or pain. Thus you’re charged, honored Class, And in the years due to pass May your battles all be won; Thus you’re charged, carry on. Junior Class Maurice Hughes _ President Chetwyn Sinclair_ Vice-President Ruth Dargie_ Secretary Curle Jones_ Treasurer Colors: Blue and White Flower: Lilly-of-the-Valley Motto: “Seniors to Be” LEONARD ACKLER MILTON BACHUS CHARLES BERGBORN ELVIRA BONA CATHERINE BOYETTE ROSEWELL BRAIG IDA BULIFANT MARION CHEYNE WILLIAM CLARK SADYE COHEN LENORE COLEY RAYMOND COPELAND RUTH DARGIE JOHN DARLING BERTHA DEAVY CARL DEDERICK WALTER AMES LOIS ELLIS GEORGE F.NGLEBERT TEDD1E FIELDS MAMIE FOGLEMAN ANN GUY ALICE GUY NAN GRIFFITH INEZ HAYS MAURICE HUGHES DOROTHY HOLSTON CHARLES HUMPHRIES ATWELL JONES CURLE JONES EDWARD JONES FRANK KEARNEY FRANCES LEE KELLY PHILIP KELLY FRANK KING ELIZABETH LASSITER ROSCOE LUTHUR FRANCES MARKHAM PEARL MASON VIRGINIA McKINSEY ELIZABETH MILLER HERMAN PAGE MARY PATRICK MAIDA PAYNE ELIZABETH PEAKE FRANCE PERE WILHELMINA PICKEN THEODORE POWELL GEORGE PRESSY KATHLEEN PUTNEY BERNARD RICHARDS CHARLES SCHMIDT AUDREY SHACKELFORD MILDRED SHACKELFORD IRENE SIGLER CHETWYN SINCLAIR SUSIE SLAIGHT WARREN STF.RNI ARCHIE STUTT MARY SIMPKINS TALIAFERRO LESLIE TAYLOR NELSON TENNIS JOHN TIERINY petty TRUEBLOOD CHARLES WARREN ABB1E WELCH CARL WESTPHAL WATKINS WHITE WILLIAM WHITE LOUISE WILSON MARGARET WINN ANNE WOODWARD IDA WOOTEN LOUISE WORNOM LANCASTER WRAY BARBARA WYATT “The Junior 99 T HREE long years ago on a bright, sunny day in September, ole Hampton Hi resounded to the footsteps of some two hundred or more “Rats.” From Phoebus, Fox Hill, Old Point, Langley Field, Hampton, and surrounding county, they swarmed. A bright, laughing bunch were they, smiling and merry. They endured the hardship of “Rat life” in Id. H. S. and journeyed on to the higher estate of Sophomores. All working together for the good of their school, playing in playtime, working in worktime, they marched on. Ever get weary? Yes. Ever give up? No. Now they are wearing their reward. They are Juniors. Only one more year to go. New they begin working in earnest. They realize that, in order to accomplish much they must organize. They met to elect a leader. “Mike” Hughes is elected to guide them on to their Senior year. You ask “What have the Juniors done for the school?” Have you ever been in the auditorium—at any athletic rally? Who is that in the center cheering so loudly for the team? The Juniors! Now the team comes on the platform—McIntyre, Jones, Gallowey, Hollis,—to what class do they belong? The Junior! Always willing to help, doing his best and doing it cheerfully, the Junior is loved alike by students and faculty. All will he sorry when the time comes for the Junior to set aside his sunnny smile and joking manner and assume the looks and manners of a “dignified Senior.” We are sitting on top of the world But studying hard, Yes, studying hard. We ' ll soon be seniors, you bet And nearing the end. Yes, nearing the end. We have always longed for the time to arrive When we’ll all be seniors and swelled with pride; But when that time comes we too soon depart And forever leave the school. We are sitting on top of the world just now And we hope that’s where we’ll stay. Sophomore Class Milton Tennis_ President Elizabeth Mitchell_ Vice-President Harry Carmines_ Secretary A. T. Hull_ Treasurer HUGH ADAMS IMOGENE AYERS MIRIAM BARTON ELIZABETH BERGMAN HAZEL BISHOP PETER BERGBORN JOHN BLAIR BALLARD BLANKS EUGENE BRAIG DORIS BROWN DOROTHY BROWN VIRGINIA BRINSON MARGERIE BULLIFANT ELIZABETH CASKY PAULINE CARMINES HARRY CARMINES READ CHISMAN NAN COLLIER EVELYN COCKEY ELIZABETH COLGAN ADELE COOKE ELLEN COOKE EDNA COTTON JOSEPH CROSS THOMAS CREWS CATHERYN CUNNINGHAM RODMAN CUNNINGHAM MARY DANIELS CATHERINE DAVIS MARIE DAVIS VIRGINIA DESPER JAMES DOOLY DOROTHY DRIVER ELSIE DRUMMOND NELLIE DUNTON MABEL EUBANK CLAY EVANS HOUSTON FACE SARAH FACE CY FERRIS RUTH FINDLEY FREDA FISHER HELLEN FORREST EMMA FRANTZ MARGARET FRASHER MARGARET FREEMAN JUNE GANNOWAY EVELYN GARDNER ENID GAULEY ROBERT GOLDSTEIN LOUISE GRUHN ADELLE HALE ESTELLE HALEY DORIS HARREL KATHERINE HATHAWAY JOHN HARDY CURTIS HALL WILLIAM HANDCOCK EMILY HAYWOOD MARY HAWKINS HARRY HESS SELMA HELLMAN MATILDA HILL GRETCHEN HOFFMAN EVALYN HUGHES EUGENE HUGHES JOSEPHINE HUGHES OTIS JOHNSON ESTELLE JOHNSON BERNARD JOHNSON FRANCES JONES RUTH JORDAN MADELINE KARSTEN LEWIS KELLY WILLIAM KELLY THOMAS KILPATRICK WILMA LARGE VIOLA LARNER VIRGINIA LEAR ROBERT LEE ELYWIN MARTIN LLOYA McDURNEY ELVAH McC-LENNEY WALACE McGARRY GRACE MESSICK ELIZABETH MERRELL MILDRED MITCHELL MARY MITTLEMAIER GARLAND MITCHELL ALICE MOORE LORA MOORE PAULINE MOORE JACK MORGAN ROBERT MORRIS MARGARET MORRIS HUGH MORELAND DOROTHY MORRIS MARY MUNMKHUYSF.N WILLIAM NEWBILL VERNON OWEN GEORGE PACE MARY FRANCES PHILLIPS MARJORIE P1FER WALTER PRINCE W ILLIAM PRINCE HELEN PUTNEY SALLY RANSOME WYSE RILEY EMILY ROLLINS VICTORIA ROLLINS MILDRED SCHOTT ELLIOT SCHAUB MARTHA VON SCHILLING SHELDON SCLATER IDA SEAR ARTHUR SECAR MAY SELBY HERBERT SHARMAN ESMA SHIELD MARGARET SIBLEY KATHERINE SPRATLEY CHARLES STANTON IVAN STEFFEY RICHARD STERNI ESTELLE STILLEY SIDONIE TAUTE DOROTHY THOMAS MEAUX THORNTON RAYMOND TOPPING EDW ' ARD TOPPING ALLEN TURNBULL EDITH TURNER JAMES VANDERSLICE JOSEPH VARELA BONNIE WAINWRIGHT THELMA WALKER DAVIS WALTRIP IVA WALLACE KATHLEEN WATSON JOSEPHINE WICKHAM ETHLYN WEST MARY WHITNEY MARY WHITING REBA WILEY ASHBY WILSON MARSHALL WMLSON ELVA CURL WILSON DOROTHY WILSON CATHLEEN WILLIAMS BONNIE WILLIAMS MYRA WOOD PAUL WOOD LOUISE WORNOM MARY W ' RIGHT WILLIAM WRIGHT The Sophomores in “Mother Goose 99 Sing a song of Sophomores, A pocket full of rye, Sixty-seven little “Rats” Entered Hampton High. When the next term opened, Those “Rats” they were no more, But what had happened to those “Rats?” Each was a Sophomore. Mr. Thrope was in his office Counting the reports; Miss Hope was in the library Feeling out of sorts. The Sophomores, they went there, too, Each, powdering her nose. And soon Miss Hope glanced upward. And what do you suppose? “Those foolish little Sophomores,” Miss Hope was thinking clear, “They’ll soon get into trouble With their vanities in here.” Several seconds later, Oh! how those Sophomores felt. The looks they then did give Miss Hope Would make a heart of cement melt. For she had firmly said to them, “You naughty, naughty “Sophs,” Just for powdering your noses, You’ll stay and watch the clocks.” “Baa, baa, Sophomore, Have you any sense?” Yes, sir, yes sir, Worth ’bout two pence—- A little for our principal, A little for Miss Hope, And a little for the poor, poor, “Rat,” That needs a bit of dope. High diddle, diddle, The teachers all fiddle, The Sophs have to dance to their tune, The little “Rats” laugh To see sucli sport. And the Sophs get smart very soon. Sarah! Sarah! Quite contrary! Where does your Milly go? Every night when he is out of sight Where? Oh, do you know? Hickory, dickory, dock, What’s the matter with our school clock? At a quarter to nine It keeps time fine, But at three-fifteen it does not. Little Miss Hope, come ring the bell. It’s three fifteen and still we’re held. Where is the lady who rings the bell? She is still in the office with bad Adele. Little Sally Ransome, sitting in the desk, Weeping and crying, ’cause she didn’t know her test. Rise, Sally, rise, wipe your eyes. Turn to the east, turn to the west, Turn to Will Patrick, ’cause he loves you best. Ashby, Ashby, the farmer’s son. Likes English, algebra, and history some. But when it comes to liking the girls, “Country” falls through for lack of words. Margaret Freeman met a seaman Going to the wharf. Said Margaret Freeman to the seaman, “Let us take a walk.” Said the seaman to Margaret Freeman, “Delighted, we will start.” Said Margaret Freeman to the seaman, “Indeed, you have my heart.” “Little Soph, little Soph, where have you been?” “Been to the office. That’s not a sin.” “Little Soph, little Soph, what happened there?” “He gave me a scolding, and I’ll beware.” Little Bill Hancock Went to the office To see if he had any credits. When he got there, His credit card was bare. And Bill found out he had none. t Freshman Class Wallace Hogge _:_ President Otis Johnson _ Vice-President Sarah Face _ Secretary Alfred Alexander _ Treasurer Colors: Blue and While. Flowers: Blue and White Astors. Motto: “Omnia vincit laborF ALFRED ALEXANDER FRANCES ANDERSON VIRGINIA ANDERSON EMMA LEE BAINS CHARLES BACHUS JESSIE BOUNDS ELIZABETH BRERETON RAISE BRINKLEY NOEL BUSH CHARLES BULLY VINCENT CARDWELL LILA COCK NANCY COPELAND THELMA COILE REDDICK COPELAND AUSTIN COLGON RAYMOND CROCKETT LAURA CUNNINGHAM BLANCH CUNNINGHAM LOLA CUNNINGHAM KENNETH CUMMING MACK CURTIS MARGARET CURTIS CARL DARGIE OLIVE DANIEL MILDRED DRESSLER JOHNNY EDWARDS ELSIE MAY ELLIS ROBLEY EVANS ELSIE EVANS SADIE FERTITTA EVELYN FRALEY CHAUNCEY FRANKLIN SIDNEY GACE PAUL GANDY ELMER GARDNER JEAN GILMAN DAN GILMAN HARRY GLODNEY RUTH GORMLEY HUGH GODSEY MARGARET GOLDSTEIN STANDISH GREEN RAYMOND HACK BENNIE HAIGHT POPE HARDOWAY MAXINA HEERMAN MARTHA HICKMAN FRANCIS HINES WALLACE HOGGE JACK HORSEMAN CHARLES HULCHF.R MARGARET HUGHES VIVIARN HUGHES MARION HOLSTON WYTHE HOLT HOPE IRONMONGER JOHN ISHON MILVIN JOHNSON WALTER JOHNSON MADELINE JOHNSON A. L. JOHNSON HARVIE JOHNSON WILBUR JOHNSON WOODROW JOHNSON VIRGINIA JOHNSON EVERETTE JONES THORNTON JONES LENORA KELLY ELLA LASSITER ETHNER LAWSON HAMILTON LAWSON ALBERT LEE CARY LEE VINTON LEE SINCOE LEE ELIZABETH LEE VIVIAN LEWIS MARY F. LEWIS GEORGE LITTLE CLARK LINDSAY MILBURN LINMAN MARY LUMPKIN PRISCILLA LUTZ ANDREW MAY LEE MAN ANNE PAGE MORELAND RACHEL McDANIEL LUCY MOORE BURNICE MURPHY ROGER NUGENT REYNOLD OWENS AMY O ' REAR MARGARET PARHAM AMEL1E PARKER MARIE PERRY BILLY PLEASANTS LUCILLE PRUIET RUTH PROUDMAN ALTON QUINN AUDREY QUINN JAMES QUINN IRIS RAINEY BETTY REYNOLDS GLADYS RICHARDSON LAURETTA ROUTEN MALVIN ROWE HELEN SALSBERGER ESTELLE SAUNDERS SIDNEY SHRUDS ELIZABETH SLAUGHTER HARRY SMITH CORNELL STEIRLY MATTIE STILLEY EDGRIDGE SMITHERS ELIZABETH SUGDEM TOM TABB WILLIAM TALIAFERRO ANDREW TESSMANN MARGARET THOMPSON CLIFTON THOMAS ALLEN VARELA WILLIAM WALTON RUBEN WALLACE ELIZABETH WATSON MAE WAINWRIGHT ANNE CARTER WORTH BESSIE WESTON TYLER WOODLEY ELIZABETH WINN ASHTON WRAY KATHLEIN W ' ATSON MARGUERITE W ' OOD IRENE W ' OODCOCK To the Rats S EVEN score and six years ago our forefathers fought and won their independence from those British tryrants. There is a fire smouldering within us, a fire of hatred; it soon shall spread into flames. Then will come bloodshed, woe be unto the Senior on that bloody day. Arise, brother Rats, take no more from them, we have suffered long enough. Obey the call to arms and subdue them. Never shall we rest easy until we have beaten the bloody tyrants. 1 fear not all the Seniors of Virginia, aye, add to that those of Maryland, and 1 tremble not. As Shakespeare said, “There is a tide in the affairs of men, which taken at the flood, leads on to for¬ tune.” The proverb goes, “Tide and time wait for no one.” So we must lose no time. It is better to die on the field of glory than in the dungeons of these swine. Some of you fear them as though they were Assyrian Charioteers, but I fear not thirty legions of them. So come, I beg, and join our ranks. Scores of brave Rats are flocking to the army of righteousness. Remember Wilson’s words, “the right is far better than the peace.” So come to our ranks and we will subdue them in a fortnight. The other day two score and six of them took me prisoner and carried me in chains to the gauntlet. As they hooted and jeered I ran at a good pace through the two ranks. When I saw A. T., the foe of Freshmen, with a two bottom board, a feeling of horror ran through my veins which were now boiling with wrath. One blow from him and I uttered a curse upon him. When I reached the end of the line was heated to the boiling point, and l could not seek ease in a chair without a pillow. Tell me, are you going to stand by and let them torture you thus? If you have any red blood in you you would rise up and mow them down. In the battle their trumpet will sound retreat and they will flee, leaving their dead and dying to be unmercifully bayoneted with the cold steel. 1 can picture A. T. shouting, “They come; rank upon rank. Our men are petrified. Flee, they are not Rats but fiery demons and devils. Quarter, I beg! What ransom shall I offer you?” By the gods, I will pick out A. T. and pull the trigger of my musket. A cloud of smoke will arise, then fire, and instant death! As l step up to deliver the death blow to him. he will say “mercy, I beg,” but 1 will have no mercy, and proceed to extinguish the last spark of his life. After the fight there will be rejoicing for our cause will be won. Determine yourselves to die rather than yield. But alas! some of you are easily affrighted by them. “Oh! death, where is thy sting?” Show me the Rat who would not die rather than yield, and I will smite him severely. I am a writer and a fighter for this cause. If our legions are victorious I will be listed with Alexander, Hannibal, Napoleon and Robert E. Lee as a great military genius. Do unto others as they would do unto you; so arise, the trumpet call obey, draw up the lift-bridge, man the battle¬ ments, load your brazen cannon, unsheath your blades, get your muskets ready, for the Seniors come forty score and ten strong. The tide of battle is turning, their leader, A. T., is pierced to the heart by a bullet aimed from my own fowling piece. They flee. A thousand cheers rise from our side. The victory is ours, but it was a dear one. A thousand tears for those of us who paid the price; aye, they shall be buried with full military honors. Again I speak as a prophet. Arise, and fight! Mark my words, for they are the words of a wise man. Remember, glory in silent rounds guards the bivouac of the dead. To this cause I pledge my hearty support, even if death be the result. —Cornell Steirly, ’29 Our FJii wer MANUFACTURED BY HAMPTON HIGH SCHOOL Body, big part.Seniors Finish, that which gives the body a luster.Juniors Carburetor, distributor of hot air.A. T. Hull Motor, works very seldom.Imogene Ayres Cut-out, source of noise.Wallace Hogge Horn, worse than cut-out.Sarah Face Brake, always handy. Cline Barton Spark Plug, starts things going.M. S. Lottier W ind Shield, easily seen through.Martha von Schilling Speedometer . a necessary nuisance. Charles Hathaway Springs, often broke. Everybody Cylinders, continually knocking. Harry Ward Muffler, does its best.Joe Varella Lights, very illuminating.Shasta Nelson Radiator, gets hot easily.William Galloway Gears, always grinding away.Evelyn Gardner Driver, the only one who can manage us.Miss Hope Tires, a source of trouble.Exams. Tail Light, always late to class. Bruce McIntyre Cushions, far from soft.Lessons Steering W ' heel .The Teachers IBSBi ISBBiBBB BiB. . . .. Co K-S„.d Ytio 3 fc-fn tie pev� d He LLy -Si j VrvV SH4{ ' oes H 6 C tl c L f w - Ct� rt 5 Deal D«r e trs ■;j Yi The Pioneer EDITORIAL STAFF Editor-in-Chief Margaret Quinn Frank King News Editor Assistant Editor Chetwyn Sinclair Athletic Editor Kirkman Snider Joke Editor Barbara Wyatt Exchange Editor Ruby Dixon Alumni Editor Rose Hogge BUSINESS STAFF Business Manager Wallace Hicks Assistant Business Manager Assistant Business Manager Charles Hathaway John Darling homas Jefferson Literary Soc A. T. Hull _ President Margaret Quinn _ Vice-President Ruby Dixon _ Secretary Wallace Hogge _ Treasurer iet y When the call went out this year for new members for the two literary societies the officers and sponsors were overwhelmed by the number of students who showed themselves interested in the activities of both the Woodrow Wilson and Thomas Jefferson societies. Both societies grew in membership. During the session on alternate Fridays, one or the other ol the societies, assisted by the high school orchestra, gave a program before the student body. These programs were made up of readings, orations, papers on noted people, debates, and music. For the most part the people who took part in them were making their initial appearance as readers, orators, or debaters and this fact added, rather than detracted, from their interest. Much new material and latent ability was discovered and afterward used to advantage. One of the most interesting and best worked up programs of the year was given by the Woodrow Wilson Society, assisted by members of the Thomas Jefferson Society. This program Woodrow Wilson Literary Society Elizabeth Mitchell John Lucy_ Shasta Nelson_ _ President _ Vice-President Secretary-T reasurer was made up of a talk on the life and work of Rudyard Kipling, followed by readings and songs adapted from his prose and poetry. Among the debaters ol the year were Eugene Hughes, Wallace Hogge, Victoria Rollins, Emma Bolken, Shasta Nelson, William Hancock, Elizabeth Peake, George Pace, and William Galloway; while Owen McGarry, George Pressey, Richmond Frothingham, Elizabeth Brereton, Abbie Welch, Phyllis Tennis, and Evelyn Gardner were the outstanding readers. The societies were particularly weak in the public speakers, as to numbers, but Shasta Nelson, Paul Westphal and Charles Berg¬ man were among those who spoke most ably on occasion. Mary Stribling Lottier and Virginia Dean read very interesting papers on John Masefield and Madam Curie, respectively. Blanche Cunningham and Sidonie Toute at various times enlivened the programs with dances. The representatives of the high school who went to Charlottesville to take part in the stale high school literary meet were chosen from both societies. They were: Eugene Hughes and William Hancock, who represented the high school in debate; Shasta Nelson, who took part in the public speaking contest for girls; and Elizabeth Brereton and Owen McGarry, readers. The Velvet Curtain By Chetwyn E. Sinclair N ORMAN castle, southwestern Wales, Saxon blood—indeed a strange list of things to men¬ tion in the same breath. But Tundess Hall, rearing its massive bulk atop a cliff that dropped sheer away eighty feet to the surf-beaten rocks below, a rugged, unscalable preci¬ pice, was certainly a specimen of Norman architecture and only Norman engineering and ingenuity could have dragged those heavy gray granite blocks across the narrow Marsh Road to build it. The little Welsh county of Caermarthen in which it stood was still in a semi-barbaric age compared with the life of far-distant London Town and Eastern England. Although subdued by the Conqueror, it was still untouched by Norman customs and civilization, and made the presence of such a structure as strange as it was unusual. And finally, Glanet of Tundess, lord of the castle, and his household were undoubtedly pure Saxon—the last branch of an old family formerly of Essex. Within the gray, dusk bathed walls of Tundess Hall, all at present was merriment and festivity. Bright, flaring flambeaux set in iron brackets along the wall lighted up the spacious banquet room and revealed a company dining at a well laden table. Edgar the Younger, wedged in between a fat visiting Bishop and a prim maiden lady who helped herself continually from a dish of pickles, was enjoying himself immensely. Gulreth, dub¬ bed the ‘ ' philosophic fool” by his master, had just finished an especially foolish song of his own composition and the whole company made the hall echo with mirth. Looking across the table Edgar caught t he eye of his young cousin, the fair-haired Dalcia, daughter and only child of Glanet, and both, immediately thinking the same thing, burst out laughing anew. Had Edgar lived in this modern age he would have called her a “brick,” nevertheless he thought the equivalent of that. Sharp-eyed Gulreth, who never missed anything worth commenting on, then grinned broadly. “How happy those two seem,” he said slyly. “Methinks they ought to make our goodly company equally as happy by doing for us that dance you call ‘Spring Winds.’ Oh, you can’t refuse! I saw you practicing it only the other day. Gome, 1 will play on the harp.” So, being further prevailed upon. Edgar arose and somewhat awkwardly led her from the table to the raised dais at the end of the hall. Then to the music of Gulreth’s harp they went through the light, graceful steps of the “Spring Winds” dance—he, the brown-haired, stalwart lad of about seventeen, lithe and athletic as the result of much outdoor life; and she, fair of hair and skin, a maiden absolutely free and unaffected in manner, possibly two years younger than Edgar. Theirs was a perfect duet, a harmony of motion executed against the deep diapason background supplied by the Velvet Curtain, which filled the high arched niche back of the dais and swept in straight severe lines of intense black from the highest recesses of the arch to the slate flags of the floor. Having come from no one knew where, it hung there as it had for years, silently like a mysterious witness of past dark deeds or the symbol of eternity itself. Their dance over, Dalcia and Edgar returned to the table amid much applause. Glanet smiled and turned to his cousin, Edgar the Elder. “They are a likely pair, think you?” “Yes,” agreed the other. Then seeing the eyes of the boy and girl turned toward them, they assumed a most noncom¬ mittal expression. They were a wise pair! The general noise and hilarity started up again with songs and jests and toasts to the host and various of the guests. Gulreth, as usual, soon had the floor and began regaling his audience with another of his many stories. Suddenly, just in the middle of it, he was interrupted by a low, sighing sound that seemed to fill the whole room as with something tangible. All turned half- fearfully to the apparent source of the sound and beheld the sable folds of the Velvet Curtain slowly stir and sway outward af is moved by some invisible hand. Gradually it settled back to¬ ward the wall then bellied forth again, trembling and vibrating ever so slowly while from behind it, beneath it, above it came a muffled sobbing noise. Then the sound just as abruptly ceased, the Curtain relaxed and became, as before, the silent, impassive, mysterious harbinger of fate, a thing aloof from and indifferent to the affairs of human existence. The company remained speechless and awestruck. Glanet sat in his chair pale as death. Glancing at his daughter he saw that she seemed astonished, but more at the actions of the people than that of the Curtain. Reaching for his goblet, he held it aloft, saying, “Let us drink the final wassail, each to the welfare of all the others.” The rest then strove to restore their composure and drank, though rather halfdieartedly, “to the health and happiness of all.” “A rather unusual thing it is,” continued Glanet jestingly, “for the Velvet Curtain to act thus. ’Tis well, though, for I trow it was dusted a little thereby, a thing it was badly in need of.” Nearly all present perceived that he was trying to pass off the matter lightly and they assisted nobly, for, as Edgar soon saw, Dalcia seemed happily ignorant of any superstitions about the Curtain, since she laughed genuinely at her father’s joke and appeared not in the least depressed. He himself had heard oidy hazy accounts of its fatal forecasts, but he resolved to find out all the details as soon as possible. Further festivity was as impossible as undesirable, so everybody soon retired to their sleeping quarters except Glanet, Edgar the Elder, the Bishop, and three or four other men. Young Edgar curled up unnoticed in a cozy corner-seat and waited. Glanet gave an order and two servants lifted him from his chair and carried him to a seat near the fire, for, as could then he seen, his apparently strong, muscular legs were totally paralyzed and were mere useless appendages. “Theldric,” he said, addressing a broad-shouldered ,hairy fellow, “see that the main gate is doubly guarded tonight as well as the north postern gate. Place sentinels in all the towers and let any who fail in their duty do so under the penalty of death. Stand two of the bravest and most trustworthy of your men at the door of Dalcia’s room with orders to guard her with their very lives. 1 pay scant attention to most superstitions, hut this sort of thing has happened three times before and with the same fell results.” “Misfortunes are said to come in trios,” said the Bishop. “Maybe the fourth time will result in nothing. But my knowledge of this matter is sadly limited. I wish you would relate the entire story of the thing.” “Well, it began only three generations ago,” said Glanet, gazing reminiscently into the fire, “when my own grandfather, being bribed by the Normans, weakened and, thinking to gain great honor and wealth from them, helped to disclose the secret way to Hereward’s Camp of Refuge at the Isle of Ely and moreover revealed the hiding place in northern Essex of the wives and children of some of Hereward’s followers, so that they were cruelly massacred and their personal belongings taken by the soldiers of William the Conqueror. He soon found, when it was too late, that he had not only incurred the intense hatred of his own people, but that the Normans would place no con¬ fidence in a man who had so readily betrayed his kinsman and friends. “He did get the wealth which he had been promised, however, and was granted the estates of some of the men he had betrayed and was presented with rich gifts, among them, the Velvet Cur¬ tain, which probably came from Italy or some Oriental country. He then went far away from the region of Essex and Cambridge and settled down here in Caermarthen with his family. Here he planned this castle, hired Norman engineers and workers and gathered material at great expense and built it, then sent them away and destroyed the plans. He hung the Velvet Curtain in the same spot it is now, furnished his new Tundess Hall lavishly and prepared to live a life of ease. One night the Curtain was moved as you saw it tonight and that same night an armed hand broke in and slew him and carried away his wife and daughter, overlooking his small son, Ethelred. This son, who was my father of course, was raised by nit-witted, superstitious servants who filled his head full of fearful tales. When I was a tiny infant, he received the sign of the Curtain and before he could do anything his wife was spirited away. “Only twelve years ago I heard the Curtain sigh and sway and although I immediately had the castle heavily guarded and placed a maidservant in the room with my wife for company, as I was returning from inspecting the guard, I found the invaders in the corridors and though I attacked them at once and called for aid, I was overwhelmed and struck unconscious. On being revived, I found that my dear wife and her maidservant had been carried away and that I was injured so that f have not been able to walk since then. v “The invaders, whoever they are, come from nowhere and vanish to nowhere, but always taking their toll with them. The God that created us knows that I and my daughter are innocent of any¬ thing our ancestors could ever have done. She, 1 think, does not yet know the complete story that centers about the curtain nor stands in awe of it, because she makes fun of the servants who are all afraid to go near to clean it, and often she admires its stateliness. “Would that I had my former strength and use of my limbs! If I knew the walls and timbers of this pile or the folds of yonder cloth hid these terrible secrets, I would not rest until every stone were moved and every fibre of that accursed Curtain separated.” Glanet sat rigid and pale, staring into the embers and the others stood silently by. Edgar felt chill and empty as the realization came gradually over him that the Velvet Curtain foretold disaster that threatened Dalcia—Dalcia of the golden hair and golden laughter, with whom he had worked and played ever since they had known each other. Would the same terrible late which had be¬ fallen her mother and others take her away from his companionship? Woidd the pal that had often roamed fields and shores with him be snatched from his life forever? Sitting there in the dim, flickering firelight after tlie men had left, he told himself that she should come to no such harm as long as he lived, although his brain was just a whirl of emotions and fears from which no plan of action would evolve. He gazed steadfastly at the somber expanse of the Velvet Curtain looming jet black against the lighter gray stone, voiceless like the Sphinx tbat knew the secrets of life and death, but could not or would not tell them to any man. Then a thought came to him suddenly, if the Curtain always did this way just before the mysterious invaders entered Tundess Hall, then whatever enabled them to get in must be closely related to that which made the Curtain sob and sway. He got up and walked over beneath the arch and touched the soft nap of the rich black cloth. Even then a sense of awe and fear seized him, but he crushed it down, saying to himself, “ ’Tis prob¬ ably foolish superstition and fear of nothing that has kept the mystery from being solved long ere this. I must forget fear and risk anything tor her.” He pulled aside the heavy folds. The stonework of the wall back of it had regular indentations in it about ten inches apart as far us as he could reach. He set the toe of his soft leather shoe into the first crevice and began climbing up. The heavy velvet, full of fine dust, enveloped Edgar’s body in a smothering embrace so oppressive tbat he olten had to press his lace against the sleeve of his jacket to breathe. Finally his hand reached over a ledge and he drew himself through what seemed to be a low doorway, completely concealed behind the Curtain and high up near the top of it. He found himself in a narrow corridor that ran both to the right and the left from the doorway. He proceeded through the right passageway, groping blindly along the rough hewn walls through the Stygian darkness. Soon he came to steps that led down, down, to what seemed to him miles below the floor of the castle. The stone walls and floor ceased and in its stead was a tunnel with walls of hard clay and strewn with rocks and shale over which he often stumbled. The atmos¬ phere was damp and chilly to such a degree that it pierced through the thick woolen tunic he wore and made his teeth chatter like one with the ague. Once, in stepping forward, his foot encountered nothing but emptiness and it was only by frantically clutching the rocky walls that he drew him¬ self back, where he stood trembling from the sudden fear and exertion. When he threw a pebble over the edge, it splashed faintly in water a great distance below. He crept cautiously around on the other side anti proceeded further down the tortuous passage until ended abruptly against a heavy door having a thick iron handle. He pulled and the sturdy portal swung inward cumbrously, admitting a gust of sharp, salty air that smote him in the face like a whip lash. Only a few yards away the waves were beating against the rocks and he saw dimly outlined against the starry sky the figure of a low masted ship, flearing men’s voices, he looked in that direction and beheld a small wherry beached on a narrow strip of sand and about six or seven men clambering over the rocks in his direction. Edgar turned back toward the door, but only the blank, rugged wall of the cliff presented itself. Somewhat disconcerted, he darted quickly behind a convenient boulder and waited. The men approached the place; one of them pushed against the cliff and a section of it swung inward—the same door through which Edgar had come, but so cleverly camouflaged on the outside that it seemed to have completely disappeared. The leader lighted a small lantern and all the others followed him into the tunnel. Edgar quickly screwed up his courage and followed silently after them, taking care to keep a safe dis¬ tance between him and the bobbing light ahead. He carefully avoided the pit, which he had so narrowly escaped falling into and trailed the men back through the passage. From trembling with fear and excitement the cold dampness of the tunnel went unnoticed. At last they reached the top of the stone stairway near the Curtain and stopped for a short consultation, then moved on down the left passageway. They passed through a door at its end and shut it behind them. He stole up quietly and put his ear against the oaken panel, but could hear only indistinct murmurings from within. To enter it was out of the question, for some of the men might be near the door and he would be caught. Indeed, he was glad he had not thought of it because just then he heard heavy footsteps approaching the door and he ran back quickly to the head of the steps just as the door opened. But here he stopped as a blast of chilly air rushed up through the corridor and he heard the same sobbing, sighing sound that had been produced when the Curtain swayed. Some one was coming through the door at the end of the tunnel. Both means of egress were cut off, he thought panic-strickenly, and there was no place anywhere in the corridor or tunnel to hide from the rays of the dimmest kind of a light. Then, with resource¬ fulness born of despair, he remembered the doorway behind the Curtain and darted back to it, climbed down over the sill, lost his footing and would have fallen had he not suddenly wrenched his body sideways and grasped the thick folds of the Curtain and clung there for dear life. He was not a moment too soon, for the man coming from the left passage and bearing a lantern stopped opposite the Curtain and waited. Edgar dug his straining fingers deeper into the heavy cloth and held on tenaciously, hardly daring to breathe. Soon two men came up from the right corridor, lighting their way with a torch. Is all ready?” one of them asked. “Yes,” said the one with the lantern. “I found the room. It is just above the maiden’s bed¬ chamber and there is a nicely concealed trapdoor through which a man can be lowered. My father did not help build this castle for naught. He gave me a rough sketch of its general construction just before he died and made me swear to help revenge the treachery of the Lord of Tundess. Now I will fulfill my oath.” “Aye, Glanet of Tundess Hall shall reap sorrow and harvest trouble this night!” exclaimed the third man. Then they turned and walked away and Edgar heard the door at the end of the left passage close after them. He hung there still for a moment, then endeavored to twist himself around so as to get a foothold in the stones of the wall when suddenly the fastenings that held the Curtain to the ceiling gave away with a harsh, ripping sound and he felt himself falling rapidly. He landed on a soft pile of dusty velvet and was half-smothered by the rest of the cloth which de¬ scended on him. Hastily disentangling himself, Edgar sped through the torch-lighted halls to the door of Delcia’s room. The two weary guards stationed there became instantly alert and demanded the cause of his haste. He quickly explained all he had seen and heard. “See you to the safety of the maiden,” said one, “and we will arouse the guards.” Then they hurried away and Edgar turned to the door and softly opened it. There lay Dalcia sleeping the untroubled sleep of youth. He shook her gently. “Wake quickly, and put this cloak about you,” he whispered. “Danger threatens. Come quietly.” Now fully awake, she did as she was bid. They hurried through the hall to the room of her aunt, who was already aroused, and who received her tearfully to her arms. :; The next morning saw ten unhappy men in the donjon keep and the household of Tundess Hall safe. Dalcia and Edgar stood in the empty banquet hall, hand in hand, gazing pensively at the heap of dusty black velvet on the floor. The Curtain had fulfilled its mission. Three times it had foretold disaster, and each time disaster came. But in this the fourth time it had failed. The Velvet Curtain was defeated. mfrnmrn Love Pirates of Hawaii PRESENTED BY THE HAMPTON HIGH SCHOOL GLEE CLUB IN THE HIGH SCHOOL AUDITORIUM, THURSDAY EVENING, FEBRUARY 11, 1926 John W. Starnes, Director CAST Dorothy Dear .... Miss Primer. Lehua . Karni.ani. Li LI NOE. Maile. Billy Wood. Pirate Chief. Scary . Chorus of Hawaiian Girls. Chorus of Pirates. Elizabeth Peake. Daughter of Plantation Manager Virginia Curtis. Teacher of Private School of Girls Sarah Face .... I Ruby Dixon .... Hawaiian Girls, Daughters of Rachel McDaniel . . i Rich Plantation Owners Marie Davis .... ) Harold Sniffen. Lieut., U. S. Cruiser Tennessee Cabell Messick. Heartless Pirate, maybe Wallace Hicks. A Pirate MUSICAL NUMBERS Act I Overture. Opening Chorus . Whisper Aloha . Yo, for Pirates Bold. Why I’m Single. You Need a Good Cook Book. We were Crooks, now We’re Cooks . . How the Moments Drag. Tell Me Who. Oh, Is That So. Pirating. Finale. . Orchestra . Orchestra . Chorus Pirate Chief and Chorus of Pirates . Miss Primer . . . Pirate Chief and Chorus . Chorus of Pirates . Dorothy . Dorothy and Billy . . . Dorothy, Billy and Chorus . . . Dorothy, Billy and Chorus . . . . Principals and Chorus Act II Fair Hawaii, Our Own Home . . . . Don’t Be a Slave to Old Man Worry . . Simply Say Aloha. In an Awful Scrape. My Castle in an Unknown Sea . . . . Can’t You See I’m Angry. Old Flag of Mine. Finale. . . . . Chorus of Hawaiian Girls . Miss Primer, Dorothy and Chorus . Lehua and Chorus . . Dorothy and Chorus of Pirates . Pirate Chief Miss Primer, Pirate Chief and Chorus . Dorothy and Chorus . Principals and Chorus Hawaiian Girls— Martha von Schilling, Leslie Ritter, Ruth Jordan, Gertrude Brockley, Ethna Lawson, Evelyn Gardner, Katherine Boyette, Elizabeth Miller, Nan Griffith, Dorothy Driver, June Gannaway, Margaret Wood, Pauline Carmines, Olive Daniels, Phyllis Tennis, Verna Vaughan, Margaret Goldstein, Blanche McWatt, Mary Whiting, Sallye Ransone. Pirates —Dickie Frothingham, Bonnie Lee Williams, Lee Brittingham, Charles Hathaway, Scott Price, Hugh Moreland, John Darling, Stuart Bulifant, Max Patrick, Paul Westphal, Wallace Hicks, Alec Sharf, Wallace Hogge, Robert Goldstein, Charles Palmer, Paul Wood, Eugene Hughes. Bessie Lee Booker Journalism Club _ President V ice-President _ Secretary _ Treasurer Miss Elizabeth Hartman, Faculty Adviser Paul Westphal_ Chetwyn Sinclair_ Rose Hogge_ Elizabeth Houston_ Motto — The Journalism Club is the mouthpiece through which Hampton High School speaks to the public in the columns of the Daily Press CHRIS BINGHAM ELVIRA BONA MARIAN CHEYNE RAYMOND COPELAND VIRGINIA CURTIS JOHN DARLING JOE DAVILA BERTHA DEAVY RUBY DIXON WALTER EAMES SARAH FACE LILLIAN FISHER RICHMOND FROTHINGHAM KELVIN GEGGIE BARTLEY GILLEN NAN GRIFFITH ANN GUY ROSE HOGGE BOYDIE HOPE ELIZABETH HOUSTON A. T. HULL MARGUERITE IRONMONGER PAUL JONES ROSALIE KYLE MARY STRIBLING LOTTIER ELIZABETH MARTIN OWEN McGARRY ELIZABETH MITCHELL VIRGINIA OAKLEY GEORGE PACE CHARLES PALMER ELIZABETH PEAKE SCOTT PRICE LESLIE RITTER AUDREY SHACKELFORD MILDRED SHACKELFORD ANNE SIMPKINS CHETWYN SINCLAIR NELSON TENNIS MARGUERITE WELLS PAUL WESTPHAL Journalism in Hampton High N EWS and material of the accounts of “What’s Doing at Hampton High” is secured from two direct sources, the Journalism Club and the Journalism Class. Both have gone far in their purposes. The Journalism Club has been organized only two years; the Class only one year. Both are in their infancy but are growing faster every year, and becoming larger and more worth while. The club was formed in 1923 with Miss Bessie Booker as faculty adviser and since then had made good progress. When advertisements and write-ups are needed to help the progress of the school, the Journalism Club acts the Good Samaritan and comes to the rescue. As a result, we see in the Sunday morning paper an article on “What’s Doing at Hampton High.” This gives more extensive knowledge to the parents of the school children and also a hint to outsiders of what is going on within these massive walls. Last year with a new teacher, Miss Hartman, new pupils, ideas and hopes, a journalism class was launched. The Juvenile Journalists have accomplished much this year. It has been their task to draw and write up advertisements for plays and operettas, to write the articles in the newspaper concerning the school and at the same time gain credit for their graduation and to help prepare themselves for various kinds of journalistic life after they leave school. It does not purport to make trained newspaper men or magazine writers, as no book can do that, but it does help them to learn to write by practice. It has the practical value of teaching them to express just what they mean and what to say as to what is going on about them. It promotes rapidity in writing and thinking. It also attempts to create an interest in current events and teach understanding of newspapers. It has been the opportunity of the Journalism Class of this year to go to the plant of the Daily Press in Newport News and see a paper made up and published before their very eyes. Through the good offices of Mr. Pace and several men of Hampton, cars were furnished to take the class over and back. The class was shown every de¬ partment, including the office of the editor, Mr. Copeland. Everything was explained to them in response to their myriad questions. Later in the year Mr. Pace, manager of the Hampton office of the Daily Press, made a talk to the class on practical prob¬ lems in newspaper writing and editing. So theory has been combined with practice and practical advice in the effort to give the students some idea of the scope of journal istic work. Orchestra Mrs. M. M. J. Stevens, Director Piano Lillian Null Ruth Dargie T rombones Andrew Hosey Max Patrick Saxophones Chris Bingham Norman Cardwell V iolins Lillian Fisher Mildred Gist Andrew May Charles Schmidt Ban jos Marshall Wilson Rodman Cunningham Wythe Holt William Taliaferro Cornets Davis Bulifant Wilbur Johnson Melvin Johnson Roger Nugent Dr unis James Winne Raymond Crockett Clarinet Frank Brown Gasoline Alley A NUMBER of men were sitting in the “Alley.” Some of them were reclining on chairs, while others were on boxes, which were not so comfortable. They were playing the game of k “J’ever.” One of them started by saying, “J’ever hear this one? An Irishman and-” “Gasoline Alley” received its name from the fact that most of the garages of the city were situated on, or near, the Alley. Most of the doors to the garages were open and the cars therein were all in some stage of repair. The road was made of cinders, but there were hopes of it being paved in the near future. Suddenly one of the men exclaimed, “Hi, there, Pop Hogan! How is the Ashland?” The elderly man addressed as Pop Hogan turned around slowly, saying as he did so, “Hello, boys! Yes, Bennet, the Ashland is as good as ever. How is the Hughes?” The man addressed as Bennet now spoke, “Fine, as usual. Pop. I’m going to grind the valves today. They sure need it.” Pop Hogan was an elderly man with snow r white hair, twinkling blue eyes, and very rosy cheeks for one of his age. His pride was a 1909 Ashland car. It was very old, but still in good running condition. It was the innocent recipient of many jokes, though some newer cars had not lasted half that long. The men returned to their joking, and suddenly one of them said, “Say, let’s get our money together and make Pop Hogan an offer for his bus”—meaning the Ashland. When the money was counted, it amounted to five hundred dollars and something. The man who was elected to go over to Pop and make the offer was Dick Bennet. Mr. Bennet had recently bought a Hughes six cylinder car. Although it was not entirely paid for, it was q uite worn looking, for its two weeks of age. The whole neighborhood was proud of the Hughes, though. Dick went over to Pop Hogan and said, “Say, Pop, I’ll give you five hundred for it,” nodding his head toward the Ashland. “Will you take it?” “No, Bennet, I won’t take it. I wouldn’t give you one of these headlights for that price. A car that has lasted for seventeen years is worth about two or three thousand dollars,” said Pop as he resumed the shining of the lights. “That old skinflint of a Hogan,” began Dick Bennet, as he walked back to the others, “wouldn’t take five hundred for the old rattle-trap.” The next day the men were crowded around Dick, who was reading a notice clipped from a newspaper. “Wanted: A 1909 Ashland car for demonstration purposes. Must be in good condition and owner must have proof that car has been in continuous usage since first purchased. Will pay five thousand dollars for car of that year. Call 666J between the hours of 2:00 and 5:00 p. m. “By golly!” exclaimed one of the men, slapping his knee. “Let’s buy Hogan’s for two thous¬ and and then—we’ll be rich.” The last four words were said rather dreamily. “That is what we’ll do,” said Dick Bennet. “Let’s see; that will mean a profit of six hundred for each of us—whee!” Pop Hogan considered the offer of two thousand dollars seriously, and finally decitled to let the men have the car for that price. After the men had left with the car and he had counted the money, Pop said meditatively, “Well, 1 guess that notice I put in the paper did its duty. A new Ashland will cost one thousand dollars, and then I’ll have a thousand extra. That was some joke on the boys!” —Sidonie Taute, ' 28 . WAD SOME POWER THE GIFTIE GIE US TO SEE OURSELVES AS OTHERS SEE US Name Distinguished by Weather Report Suggestive of Hobby Cause of Death R y Copeland Foggy Bull Loafing Elizabeth Peake Sally Ran some Her Charming Eyes Serene Will Patrick Necking A Ford Coupe Wallace Hocge His Winning Smile Fair and Warmer Rah! Rah! Borrowing Money 1-B Math R. R. Venable Brilliant Personage Howling A Youngster Obvious No Rats to Frighten Cris Bingham Big Feet Unsettled A Hippo Eating 4-B French Mr. H. W. Thorpe His Glaring Glances Stormy A Clothes Pin Making New Rules Loss of Sleep Boydie Hope Armorphous Shape Changeable A Circus Asking Foolish Questions An Over¬ worked Heart Miss Elva Cunningham Her Walk Invariable A Good Time Charleston A Day in Bed Miss Hope You Owe Me a Nickel Over Cast A Business Man Button Pushing Unsatisfied Curiosity Virginia Cline Boyish Bob Fair Magazine Cover Scandal Trying to Play Basketball Adele Cooke Humor Spring Like The Future Jokes Overwork Teddy Fields His Mischiev¬ ous Eyes Sunny Long Distance Telling How It Happened The Faculty Virginia Curtis Her Freckles Wild Fashion Plate Dancing Oversleep Margaret Winn Her Laugh Balmy Henna Norfolk Chemistry Miss Kelly Brains Clear College Books An Idle Moment Conch REGINALD R. VENABLE “Coach” Coach Reginald R. Venable boasts of Farmville as his home town. He graduated from Virginia Military Insti¬ tute in 1922. with a B. A. degree to Ins credit, also such necessary electives as football, baseball, wrestling, and polo. He coached football, basketball, and baseball at II. H. S. during ' 24-’25 and ’25-’2G, also girls’ basket¬ ball during 1925. Those who know him will tell you that “Reggie’s” popularity is not due entirely to the wavy locks. He is well known around school as one of a quarto, the others being—Oh, never mind the other three. What sometimes appears to be a distortion of the right jaw is not due to “toothache” nor “climax”— but it might be “apple.” Manager WELDON HUNDLEY “Wii.d Cat This little chap on the right (or left) would have been a gridiron star of old Hampton High if his left exterior noise receiver hadn’t been injured last year. Unable to cross the white markers with the ball for points, he was elected manager of the team. Although little and light he sure had a weight of holding down his job. Here’s hoping he ' ll be able to play next year. Captain, Left Tackle AMOS TYLER HULL “A. T.” During the past season A. T was handicapped by in¬ juries, but still lie played well enough to be mentioned for All-Virginia first team. A. T. has all the qualifi¬ cations of a first class tackle. He is not only heavy but he is fast, and he knows how to use his hands. Frequently he broke through and smeared the play be¬ fore it was well started, and gains through his position were few and far between. A. T. does what many boys do not, he passes his classes and has a good time while doing it. A. T. could organize a girls football team because he already has a very good line.” Besides playing football, A. T. has ability in swimming and heaving the shot on the track tits him to “A. T.” Right Tackle GEORGE JOINVILLE “Happy Jo Happy Jo grew up where men are men, and he is built in proportion. It is believed that he was reared on elephant’s milk which we are not here to dispute. He had some experience playing with the La Salle Ave¬ nue varsity and he learned rapidly. Happy Jo has big hands which he soon found out could be used for something besides picking flowers. Maybe that was why his opponents didn’t interfere with li.in too much when he was trying to stop the runner. Besides being good on the defense he was a hard man to push over on the offense and seldom did his man get through. Right Tackle MARK HOLLIS “Mark” If you went out in the park early during practice you would have seen Hollis circling the field. If asked why he was running, he said he was improving his wind. By his lighting qualities Hollis soon convinced every one that he was right there, and he improved as the season went on. His work stood out especially in the Newport News game in which he was the only one to play the whole game. Hollis worked about ten weeks for a letter which he lost in about ten minutes. Center CLARENCE GARDNER “Bus” After playing several other positions “Bus” found that lie could play best at center. On the offensive he usually took his man, but it was on the defense that he shone. Few consistent advances were made over center plunges. In several games “Bus found it necessary to get in the way of punts and afterwards recover them. By this little habit he scored a touchdown against Maury and caused quite a bit of worry among Maury’s backers. Center DIXIE DIGGS “Dick” Dixie went out for the back field but was one of the men who was later shifted to the line, where he played center, thus giving the team two dependable centers. Dixie improved as the season aged. His passing was good and on the defense he played a tine game as roving center, getting many tackles and breaking up quite a few passes. He p ' ayed in the Newport News game with a couple of broken ribs but this didn’t seem to bother him. It is rumored that he is in love, but the lucky one is not known. Left Gvarcl JOSEPH VARELLA “Jo” Varella, besides being a football player, will rank among the great orators of our country. His thrilling talk in chapel period will long ring in our ears. Varella played guard and played it well. Unable to stand up and play in the Newport News game, he tried to crawl into the line. Varella played a good game the whole year and was always full of fight. He is expected to be out for his old position next year. Left Guard RICHARD JAMES “Dick” With a fighting heart and practically no experience, young James reported for practice. He soon showed his staying qualities, however, when he withstood the charging of his heaviest opponents. On the defense and in rolling a line, Dick was a regular “horse.” Next year he is expected to be a stationary figure on the (left) side of the line. Full Back WILLIAM WALTON “Bii.l” George Wythe has sent Hampton High many good players, but we now have one who gives promise of becoming greater than any of his predecessors. Bill played guard at first but was given a tryout in the backfield where he proved so good lie was considered a first string man. He has a peculiar way of twisting out of his opponent ' s arms when tackled, and as a plunger he ranks with the best. Bill is one of the first “Rats” in H. H. S. to win a letter, which is saying a great deal. Left Halfback HARRY SMITH “Smitty” With a little practice Smitty would be a very good all around athlete, but there is little danger of this. Harry isn’t exactly lazy but he hates to move around much, although he overcame this habit long enough to make his letter. Harry did some passing for the team this year and also punted in a few games. In the Newport News and Portsmouth games his tackling was the outstanding feature. Smitty’s playing will be a help to the school for many years to come. Left Halfback ALFRED ALEXANDER “Piggy” This husky lad was the most consistent ground gainer of the year. Slippery as an eel, lie was hard to lay hands on and still harder to hold. He could twist like a corkscrew and still weak on his feet. He never believed that the game was lost until the last whistle had sounded, and he played accordingly. Possessing a Ford that will run sometimes. Figgy leads a care¬ free life. He can even change tires with one hand. Some people say that the only way Piggy will get out of school is in case of a lire, but this will not cause the coach any worry. Right End MILTON TENNIS “Mii.ly” Milly was on last year’s squad, but because of schol¬ astic difficulties did not make his letter until this year. Milly played a good game on the defense. Time after time he would fight his way through the interference and get the runner. During practice he was cheerful and worked hard. Besides being a good tackle. Milly would sometimes get in front of a kick-off and stroll twenty or thirty yards before he met with obstacles. Left End FRANK RIGGINS “Hank” This was Hank’s second year and, like wine, he im¬ proves with age. One of the lightest men on the team, lie more than made up for this by his fighting spirit. Hank was not out until he was carried out and then he was still willing to keep on playing. He will be back- next year and is expected to be one of the outstanding players of Tidewater, Virginia. He is not always as serious as he is when playing football, and his football does not suffer on account of his lessons. Right End ROBERT FRASER “Bob” Robert was one of the boys who made the team his first year out. The good showing he made in early practice soon got him a chance to play and he made good. Although the lightest man on the team, he showed the opposing team that the bigger they are the harder they fall. Robert’s proficiency at receiving passes helped win several games during the season. He is expected back next year. Fullback WALLACE McGARY “Wally Wally got his start late in the season. His speed and driving power made up for his lack of weight. Wally has a toe if he ever educates it, and a head also. When several yards were needed it was usually McGary who carried the ball. In some games it seemed impossible for so light a man to gain, but Wallace managed to twist and squirm through ten or twleve yards. His teachers also agree that he is there with the goods. He is expected to be a hard butting full¬ back on next year’s team. Fullback BARTON HARTLEY “Billy” As a utility man Barton takes first place. He played in every place on the team except quarterback at var¬ ious times during the season. Being a hard and in¬ dustrious worker, Barton soon found his place on the squad. His hardest problem came at the end of the year after he received his letter. Since his girl was up North he couldn’t decide how to dispose of it and its disposition is still a mystery. As he leaves us this year, here’s wishing him the best of luck at his next school. Quarterback bruce mcintyre “Brucie” Punting and plunging his way to fame as a quarter¬ back, Bruce has shown the proper football spirit on the local gridiron. Light on his feet and hard in his plunges, he was a great factor in the gaining power of the Crabber team this year. Early in the season Bruce proved his worth as a field general, growing better still as he became more experienced. His ability to handle a football is equalled only by his methods with the fairer sex among whom he has a long string of admirers. Right Halfback KENNETH DANIELS “Casey” Kenneth is a lover of all sports but it seems that hard luck shines down on him frequently. While play¬ ing end on the ’24 Varsity he injured his knee, and it has given him trouble ever since. Reporting for prac¬ tice early, he went out for halfback. He soon convinced the coach that he could play that position well and he played in nearly all the games. Casey was a hard worker with few complaints and everyone hopes his knee will be better next year. Right Halfback WILLIAM GALLOWAY “Bill” Bill hails from Washington, D. C., where good football players are popular, hence his popularity here. Give Bill the ball and not even “tire and brimstone” can stop him. Besides being a good runner he is also a good tackier. This is his first year here so we may hope to see a star added to the letter he already wears. Best o ' luck, Bill; you “know your onions!” Bill played in the most important games this year and showed that lie is made of the stuff all good players can boast of. Basketball Cline Barton, Captain Kirkman Snyder, Manager Reginald Venable, Coach Robert Fraser, Guard Otis Johnson, Forward Maurice Hughes, Guard Cline Barton, Forward Charles Holtzclaw, Center Bruce McIntyre Dixie Diggs VARSITY SQUAD Curle Jones Weldon Hundley Mark Hollis Barton Harley SCORES Hampton 20 Battery C, Fort Monroe 3 Hampton 28 50th Squadron Langley 31 Hampton 22 A. S. T. S., Langley 21 Hampton 22 M. H. S. 7 Hampton 6 W. W. H. S. 30 Hampton 17 N. N. 11. S. 40 Hampton 21 Lightning Five, Ft. M. 25 Hampton 14 S. II. S. 16 Hampton 17 Benedictine 31 Hampton 41 Eagles 21 Hampton 17 John Marshall 31 Hampton 19 Battery D, Hampton 20 Hampton 15 W. W. H. S. 45 Hampton 29 Battery D, Hampton 23 Hampton 17 N. N. H. S. 31 286 356 Total Peninsula Champious VARSITY Barbara Wyatt, Captain Leslie Ritter, Manager Ei.va Cunningham, Coach Barbara Wyatt, Right Forward Frances Lee Kelly, Lejt Fonvard Leslie Ritter, Jumping Center Imogene Ayres, Side Center Roydie Hope, Right Guard Lucille Pruitt, Lejt Guard SUBSTITUTES E. Peake K. Lee Kites V. Cline E. Coleman M. Cheyne R. Jordan H. Bishop K. Davis I. Wooten M. Pifer SCORES Hampton 40 Phoebus Independents 19 Hampton 24 Morrison 21 Hampton 29 Ft. Eustis 10 Hampton 22 Poquoson 26 Hampton 20 Poquoson 18 Hampton 16 Su ffolk 26 Hampton 28 Phoebus Independents 20 Hampton 26 Poquoson 17 Hampton 21 Fort Monroe 15 Hampton 63 Troup 2—Scouts 1 Hampton 36 Fort Monroe 12 Hampton 28 Fort Monroe 18 T otals 353 194 The Hampton High School News Stand Judge . Daily Press . Life . Vaniy Fair . The Vogue . Literary Digest . Beauty . True Story . Review of Reviews Good Housekeeping . Physical Culture . Womans Home Companion Modern Priscilla . The World . The Theatre . . The Broadcaster . The Tatler . Paris News ...... True Romances . . . . Mystery Magazine .Mr. Thorpe . . . . Absentee Slips . Assembly Period . . . Miriam Rustim Elva Cunningham . Nannie W. Ames Vanity Cases . Monthly Reports . Bulletin Board . Home Economics Girls . . Copie’s Gym Class .Faculty .Nan Collier Student Body “Love Pirates of Hawaii” . . . . Boydie Hope Charles Hathaway .Miss Wicker . . . Betty Trueblood .M iss Hope Track April 9—William and Mary Freshmen. April 10—Norfolk Marathon. April 22—Tidewater City High School Meet. May 1—Tidewater Relay Carnival. May 8—State Interscholastics. May 13—Portsmouth. Leading Scores HOLTZCLAW 1st 410—Charlottesville. 2nd 440—Tidewater. 2nd 4 40—Chamber of Commerce. 2nd 100—Tidewater. 3rd Discus—Charlottesville. 3rd 100—Charlottesville. STEFFY 2nd Low Hurdles—Charlottesville. 2nd Low Hurdles—Chamber of Commerce. 3rd Low Hurdles—Tidewater. HOLLIS 3rd 440—Charlottesville. 3rd 880—Charlottesville. in Important Meets WEBB 1st Pole Vault—Tidewater. 1st Pole Vault—Chamber of Commerce. 3rd Pole Vault—Charlottesville. 2nd Broad Jump—Charlottesville. 2nd Broad Jump—Tidewater. TENNIS 1st Javelin—Tidewater (tied). 2nd Javelin—Charlottesville. HULL 2nd Shot Put—Chamber of Commerce. 2nd Discus—Chamber of Commerce. 4th Shot Put—Charlottesville. Mile Relay Team Winners High School Class Mile Relay at Norfolk Chamber of Commerce Relay Carnival. Received silver cup. Team ran in following order: Hollis No. l, McGary No. 2, Steffy No. 3, Holtzclaw No. 4. Time, 3:47. Sandy track. 880 Relay Team Winners of 880 Relay Race, Charlottesville. Awarded silver cup. Team ran in following order: Hollis No. 1 , Hull No. 2, Steffy No. 3, Holtzclaw No. 4. Time, 1:47. Baseball W ITH Snider in good form and backed by a veteran aggregation, Hampton had the most successful season in eight years. After losing the first two games the boys hit their stride, and won four straight, including a 5 to 3 victory over Newport News. Coach Venable put in much time and labor working out the rough places on the team, and much credit is due him for the outcome of the season. Manager Harry Carmines made possible the early use of the diamond by his energy in getting it in playing condition in rapid order. He also fixed up a good schedule for the team and escorted them on their various trips. Lineup C. Jones, catcher M. Hughes, first base H. Hess, second base H. Smith, third base F. Riggins, shortstop W. Walton, center field C. Ferris, left field B. McIntyre, pitcher K. Snider, pitcher K. Daniel, pitcher Substitutes W. Galloway, outfield R. Bragg, infield Scores Hampton High School, 6; Woodrow Wilson High School, 8. Hampton High School, 1; Woodrow Wilson High School, 2. Hampton High School, 21; Morrison, 2. Hampton High School, 5; Newport News High School, 3. Hampton High School, 4; South Norfolk High School, 2. Hampton High School, 9; Morrison, 1. Hampton High School, 2; Maury, 5. Hampton High School, 1; Maury, 3. Hampton High School, 6; Veterans, 1. Hampton High School, 2; Newport News High School, 5. Totals—Hampton, 57; opponents, 32. What Price Oyster By John M. Darling, Jr., ’27 I N these hectic days of investigation, even an oyster must submit to an interview. Mr. and Mrs. Lamellibranchiate were both on a tour when I had the pleasure of meeting them and I found that their reputation for taciturnity was super- Coolidge. Consequently these observations are mine own, they refused to talk if they could. Some people are born great; others achieve greatness; while oysters are always oysters. The first oyster must have had a peevish disposition and no bravery—he encased himself in a stout shell and is still that way. The origin of the oyster and its original habitat is shrouded with mystery. Many of them are found in Chesapeake Bay and its tributaries and occasionally in stews— legislative, milk, and plain. The oyster is no kin to the crab and therefore can lay no claim to a place in the Krabba, but when the two denizens of the deep are com¬ pared much can be said in favor of the oyster. So far as I know, very few people can eat their crabs whole, while an oyster needs only the desire and such trimmings as may be handy to make a fairly good meal. Oysters give a good example of the clinging vine. When very young they attach themselves to the first object they find and there they stay and grow and grow. No worry about food, clothes, and income taxes. They enjoy the best of bath¬ ing privileges and a water front home which is so much desired by many people. For fear that the prohibition enforcement officers will endeavor to change their age-old habits, I hesitate to mention it, but truth compels—the oysters prefer to remain wet. When these lines appear, Mr. and Mrs. Lamellibranchiate (you say it) are sup¬ posed to be in retirement, as, through an oversight on the part of our ancestral lexi¬ cographers the letter “r” was left out of the names of the summer months. This situation may interfere with Mrs. L’s budget plan and cause her to be jealous of Mrs. Clam, whose husband has steady work all summer in chowder and the like. In spite of lawmakers, dredges and tongers many oysters live to a ripe old age. Though old and wrinkled they never get tough, and 1 commend them to any one for their oneness of purpose—to be a good oyster. The Power of Music By Bruce Zephir A RAY from the dim light played aimlessly over the bowed gray head of Vin¬ cent De Paul. From the pale, haggard face his wild staring eyes seemed blank and colorless. The regular tap, tap of his long, slender fingers upon the butt of his revolver was the only thing which broke the monoton y. Slowly he raised his head, and the thin, puckered lips clearly showed the con¬ flict raging within his breast. With a determined shove he thrust the revolver from him. “No,” he muttered beneath his breath. “I have no use for that. Such small, cowardly things happen only in books. There were three ways only by which he could raise himself above this clinging shame of failing speculation, first a rise in the market, second by means of the money of his partners which was entrusted to him, and lastly a miracle. Of the three De Paul knew the only one was the first. A piercing, nerve-rending shriek from the telephone brought him numbly to his feet. “Hello,” in a semi-conscious way. “This you, De Paul? The market has taken another slump. For God’s sake, man, do something!” He dropped the receiver and walked back to his seat in a daze . The only honest way he had of saving his honor, gone. Then came the violent tugging of that diaboli¬ cal bend of despair. Why not use the partners’ money? He had as much claim to it as they. Didn ' t he owe it to Alyce and Mary to rise again before it was too late? The door was thrown open and his wife rushed in. Guiltily De Paul shoved the revolver into the drawer. “Vincent, Alyce is home . Jimmy Holmes brought her from the station in his car. Dear, she looks simply beautiful.” “Oh, Dad,” came the delighted cry from the door, but she stopped in surprise as she saw his face. “Why, Daddy, what’s wrong?” “Just a little tired, love. Come in and tell your old Dad all about school?” For hours they talked of Alyce, Alyce’s school and Alyce’s friends, but not yet had De Paul noticed the young man who looked smilingly at the loving scene enacted before him. An involuntary sigh from that young man caught the other’s attention, however. Angrily the girl’s father stared at him. What was this boy doing in his room, the son of the man who had caused him to fail? And he dared to come to see his darling Alyce! “Jimmy, I didn’t know you were here.” “Anyone seeing Alyce first would never look to find another, sir.” “Where’s your father tonight?” “Oh, he and Mother have gone to Cal dens for the bridge tournament.” De Paul’s drawn face grew pale and his eyes flew to his desk drawer where the revolver seemed to draw him like a magnet. “Jimmy, I brought my music. Come, let’s play it.” Gladly they left the room where a cloud of trouble seemed to have settled. For an hour after they had left, De Paul’s eyes never left the drawer. So Holmes had gone to the tournament while he ate his very soul out thinking of a way to savfe himself. The thing that hurt most was the vision of Alyce and Mary suffering in poverty and misery while he served time. No, he would not allow them to suffer. A man without heart, soul or conscience had robbed him of all he owned and everything that was dear to him. Now he would take from others what Heaven had permitted to be taken from him. His partners’ money was the last resource. He would use it, ruin them, then build until he was strong enough to kill Holmes and all that Holmes possessed. “But,” whispered the last spark of manhood, “what of their w ives and children?” “Can’t be bothered with them or theirs now. I have Mary and Alyce to think of.” So down to the depths of hell went the soul of this man, contemplating murder, theft and deceit. In the black chaos of his thoughts, his narrowed, withered mind allowed him to see no further than the word Self. Softly, silently from the music room the violin introduction of “The Gypsy Love Song” crept into this contaminated room. De Paul relaxed and sat listening to the deep, rich tones of the violin, called forth by the heart of one who loved it. A boy’s sweet, immature voice joined. The man knew from the tone that his girl was telling the lad what an unbounded love for him dwelt in her soul and the answering notes of the boy whispered the secret of which his heart was no longer sole posssessor. With a snap the outer shell of De Paul fell away, and the real man rose to glory. How could a man be so low, so mean and shallow as to allow his mind to dwell on such thoughts as had been his? Why had he permitted himself to think of doing innocent persons injury because one had injured him? Was it not his own fault if Holmes had speculated for him? The silvery peal of the telephone brought him unhesitatingly to it, with a fixed resolution not to waver from any message which might come from it. “De Paul? Hurry over, man! The market has taken an unheard-of rise and we need you to quell the riot.” As he rushed from the door, the last lingering notes of an instrument which has a God-given power to raise man above himself, followed him, and made his heart swell until it seemed his ribs could no longer keep within its bounds. Imperfect Subjunctive Hail to the imperfect subjunctive! To the perfect imperfect subjunctive. It is so terrible And l am so scarable I never can learn the subjunctive. God bless the imperfect subjunctive, That damnable, wretched subjunctive; It makes my blood boil That I have to toil Learning the imperfect subjunctive. Hurray for the imperfect subjunctive. That loathsome subjunctive so flunktive; Try to learn it and see That learned it cant be Though your mind be complexly disjunctive. A. Lyre Spanish Club Miss Elva Cunningham, Faculty Adviser Marguerite Wells_...._ Maurice Hughes_ Virginia Houchens_ Ruth Dargie_ _ President Vice-President _ Secretary _ T reasurer Colors: Red and Black Flower: Red Rose Motto: “El que sabe es dueno.” (He who knows is master) ENID CAULEY ELSIE ASHBURN MILTON BACHUS CHARLES BERCMAN ELVIRA BONA ROSWELL BRAIC MARIE BRUCE IDA BULIFANT STEWART BULIFANT NORMAN CARDWELL MARY CHARLES VIRCINIA CLINE SADIE COHEN ELIZABETH COLCAN MARCUERITE CONDON ADELLE COOKE ELLEN COOKE RAYMOND COPELAND CHARLES HUMPHRIES RODMAN CUNNINGHAM MARY DANIEL KENNETH DANIEL RUTH DARGIE JOHN DARLING MADELINE EDDINS FRANCES EDMUNDS WILLIAM EDWARDS JANIE ELLIOTT LOIS ELLIS PENDLETON ELLIS COURTLAND ELY ROBERT FRASER EDITH CACE WILLIAM CALLOWAY EDNA GARDNER CABELL MESSICK BARTLEY CILLEN JULIA GORMLEY LOUISE GUY ADELLE HALE JACK HARDY BLANCHE HARE INEZ HAYS MADELINE HAYWOOD MARK HOLLIS DOROTHY HOLSTON VIRGINIA HOUCHENS THOMAS HOWARD LINWOOD HUCHES MAURICE HUGHES ANNA HULCHER A. T. HULL CRACE MESSICK RICHARD JAMES EDWARD JONES FRANCES JONES FRANK KEARNEY CATHERINE KELLY PHILLIP KELLY ANNA LEE KNOWLES WILMA LARGE HERBERT LUTHER ROSCOE LUTHER IDA LYLISTON EMMETT MABRY FRANCES MARLCHAM PEARL MASON VIRCINIA MC KINSEY BLANCHE MC WATT DORA MINCEE MARY MITTLEMAIRE MARGARET MORRIS RUBY MOIJRING WILHELM IN A PICKEN HELEN POWELL NANCY RAINEY BERNARD RICHARDS MINNIE ROATEN HAZEL ROLLINS HILDA RUDOLPH NANNIE SAUNDERS LUCILLE SCHOTT MILDRED SHACKELFORD IRENE SICLER CHETWYN SINCLAIR MARIAN SMITH KIRKMAN SNIDER ESTELLE STILLEY NELSON TENNIS JOHN TIERNEY BETTY TRUEBLOOD emma Wallace HARRV WARD CHARLES WARREN MARGUERITE WELLS CARL WESTPHAL PAUL WESTPHAL MARY WHARTON WILLIAM WHITE MARSHALL WILSON MARION WORNOM HUMPHREY WYNNE KATHERYN ZEPHIR Le Circle Francais Miss Johnson. La Conseiller de Faculte Margaret Quinn_ Robert Arthur_ Florence Bradley_ Evelyn Sledge_ _ La President La Vice-President _ La Secretaire _ La Tresuriere Les Couleurs: Noir et vert La fleur: La tulip noire La devise: “Donnez au monde le meilleur que vous avez et le meilleur vendra a vous” ROBERT ARTHUR CHRIS BINGHAM LOUISE BLOXOM EMMA BOHLKEN FLORENCE BRADLEY GERTRUDE BROCKLEY FRANK BROWN ELIZABETH COLEMAN VIRGINIA CURTIS VIRGINIA DEANE RUBY DIXON VIRGINIA ELLIOTT LILLIAN FISHER HESTER GAY LOUISE GILLIAM EUGENE GRAHAM CHARLES HATHAWAY BARTON HARTLEY WALACE HICKS ROSE HOGGE ANDREW HOSEY ELLEN IRONMONGER MARGUERITE IRONMONGER ANNIE JOHNSON GRACE JOHNSON MILDRED KELLY ROSALIE KYLE LOUISE LANE ELIZABETH LASSITER ESTELLE LEWIS MARY STRIBLINC LOTTIER DOROTHY MABRY ELIZABETH MARTIN MARGARET McCALLICK LUCILLE MILLER SHASTA NELSON VIRGINIA OAKLEY CHARLES PALMER ALICE PROUDMAN MARGARET QUINN LESLIE RITTER MIRIAM RUSTIN ALEC SHARF ANNE SIMPKINS EVELYN SLEDGE MARGARET SMYRE HAROLD SNIFFEN VERNA VAUGHAN EDNA WALTERS Latin Club Miss Madeline Jones, Faculty Advisor Edna Walters _ President Shasta Nelson _ Vice-President Katherine Spratley _ Secretary Frances Lee Kelly _ Treasurer Colors: Purple and Gold Flower: Purple and Gold Pansy Motto: “Nullum praemium sine labore” FRANCES ANDERSON VIRGINIA BRINSON MARJORIE BULIFANT ELIZABETH CASKEY NAN COLLIER LOLA CUNNINGHAM MARGARET CURTIS MARIE DAVIS MILDRED DIXON ELSIE DRUMMOND MADELINE EDDINS MABEL EUBANK SADIE FERT1TTA MAMIE FOGLEMAN HELEN FORREST EVELYN FRALEY MARGARET FRASER EVELYN GARDNER HESTER GAY MARGARET GOLDSTEIN ROBERT GOLDSTEIN LOUISE GRUHN MILLIAM HANDCOCK CATHERINE HATHAWAY EUGENE HUGHES EVELYN HUGHES ELLEN IRONMONGER THORNTON JONES RUTH JORDAN FRANCES LEE KELLY LOUISE LANE ETHNA LAWSON ELIZABETH LEE VIRGINIA LEE MARY LEWIS ELIZABETH MARTIN RACHEL MC DANIEL LUCILLE MILLER ELIZABETH MITCHELL HUGH MORELAND ALICE MOORE LORA MOORE SHASTA NELSON VIRGINIA OAKLEY AMY O’REAR VERNON OWEN MARGARET PARHAM CHARLES PALMER BESSIE PEAR DOROTHEA PHILLIPS ALICE PROUDMAN HELEN PUTNEY SALLY RANSONE VICTORIA ROLLINS ELLIOTT SCHARB IDA SEAR ARTHUR SEGAR MARGARET SHACKELFORD ALEC SHARF ESMA SHIELDS ELIZABETH SLAUGHTER EVELYN SLEDGE MARGARET SIBLEY MARGARET SMYRE KATHERINE SPRATLEY ELIZABETH SUGDEN WILLIAM TALIAFERRO .MARGARET THOMPSON EDWARD TOPPING EDITH TURNER JOSEPH VARELA ALMA VAUGHAN MARTHA VON SCHILLING 1 EDNA AVALTERS LAVIN’IA WATKINS W ILLIAM WEBB ANNE CARTER AVERTH MARY WIIITING REBA WHITING ASHBY WILSON ELVA CURL W ILSON ELIZABETH WINN MARGUERITE WOOL? MYRA WOOD THELMA WALKER ANNA WOOD AVAR Although this is the first year that Hampton High School has ever had a Booster’s Club the work it lias done has been most successful. The club, which was started by Charles Palmer, Barton Hartley, Teadore Powell, Paul Westphal, Chetwyn Sinclair, and Harold Sniffen, has striven per¬ sistently to be worthy of its aim—which is to promote better school spirit. The members did not accomplish as much as they wished, due to the club’s recent organization, but have done enough to more than justify the club’s existence. They “boosted” the Hamplon-Newport News game by a means calculated to create much in¬ terest. The day before the game, the club was given permission to get the entire student body to parade down town, advertising the game. Members of the club made many large banners in¬ scribed with such slogans as “Beat Newport” or “Watch the Crabbers,” which they flaunted before passersby. The result of the parade was that the largest number in years turned out for the game. Before this, miniature footballs with red and white ribbons attached were sold as souvenirs. Stickers, telling the date of the great game and where it was to be played, were posted on auto¬ mobiles and a general advertising campaign was instituted. As the track fund was very low, the members talked up the coming games of baseball, basket¬ ball, football, to the different students in order to get them to come out and root for the teams. It is hoped that the club will continue throughout the future years. The officers elected for the past year w r ere Charles Palmer, president; Barton Hartley, vice- president; Leslie Ritter, secretary, and Ann Simpkins, treasurer. The Sad Tale of Willie By Robert Arthur W ILLIE was a student in Hampton Hi. He was an average boy, conse¬ quently he liked school as little as you and I. What is more, anything that caused his thoughts to turn school-wards during vacation, thus detracting from his enjoyment of life, was frowned upon by him. Now, at the time that this story opens, the summer vacation was nearly over, and every day brought lessons and studies closer. The closer lessons came, the worse Willie felt. He was getting desperate, thinking of bow soon he would have to give up his fun and frolic, so he decided to go to the movies and try to forget his troubles. Somewhat cheered by the thought of the stirring adventures that would unreel before him in a few moments, he whistled as he went down the street. Alas! he was in for a bitter disappointment. When he arrived at his destination, he was horribly surprised and pained to observe billboards bearing this legend: Tonight—A Lec¬ ture by Miss Smith on “The Cube Root of a Cucumber .” Willie groaned, then he dashed away from there at full speed. Arrived home, he flung himself into a chair and picked up the morning paper. He was terribly shocked to see, on the front page, headlines that announced that Pope Pius of Italy Denounces Short Skirls! The bitter memories induced by this name were almost more than he could stand, but trustfully he turned to the comic section. There he gave a hollow groan, for above a picture was tbe caption, Another Countess Detained at Ellis Island! Willie flung the paper from him in despair, and just sat there, a taste of gall and wormwood in his mouth. Suddenly he perceived that he was sitting in a Wicker chair! With a horrible cry, he leaped up and rushed from the house. He decided that a walk in the woods might cool his fevered brow, so he turned his steps that way. By chance his gaze was attracted by a large signboard. For a minute he gazed at it in stupefied silence, then he shuddered and gave a terrible scream, for on it, in letters three feet high were printed the words, While there ' s Life, there ' s Hope! It was the last straw. His torture-wracked mind could stand no more. He rapidly pulled a fishing line from his pocket and hung himself from the nearest tree. Then, to make sure he was dead, he tied a large rock around his neck and jumped in the river! Now, Willie had not been as good as be might have been, and so he went where one would naturally expect him to go. When he arrived at the fiery portals and applied for admittance, he was instructed to enter and fill out an application blank. He walked in and saw a door, on which was inscribed, Office of the Chief Torturer, Come In. He pushed open the door and went in. At sight of the occupants, he nearly jumped out of his shoes, for there were Mr. Thorpe and Mr. Davis playing checkers, with their pitchforks leaning against the wall. Willie left the office in a hurry. He commenced to repent his evil deeds on earth, and immediately began to feel uplifted. This uplifting continued, and it was not long before he found himself before the Pearly Gates. He entered and received his Halo, Harp and Wings, just as he was about to strike up a happy tune on his harp, he saw a notice on the bulletin board. As soon as he read the names, Miss Amos and Miss Ames, as members of the Grand Choir, he beat it! There was no place else to go, so he was forced to return to earth! He recovered his body and took up bis life where be had left off. But Willie was naturally bright. In a few days he thought of the only possible solution to the problem. He quit school and went to work! ft —- . fU V . :w | 1 EL A Winifred Fates Home Economics Club Miss Anna Cameron, Faculty Advisor Anne Simpkins_ President Katherine Spratley_ Vice-President Mary Simkins Taliaferro_ Secretary Marian Cheyne_ Treasurer EMMA LEE BAINS MIRIAM BARTON ELIZABETH BERGMAN EDNA BUCHANAN PAULINE CARMINES ELIZABETH CASKEY MARIAN CHEYNE ELIZABETH COLEMAN BLANCHE CUNNINGHAM HELEN DANIEL OLIVE DANIEL RUBY DIXON DOROTHY DRIVER JOHNNY EDWARDS ELSIE MAE ELLIS MABEL EUBANK SARAH FACE RUTH FINDLEY MATILDA HILL FRANCES HINES ROSE HOGGE VIRGINIA HOUCIIENS VIVIAN HUGHES LENORA KELLY ROSALIE KYLE ELLA LASSITER MARY LUMPKIN ELIZABETH MARTIN ELIZABETH MERRILL LORA MOORE VIRGINIA OAKLEY AMELIA PARKER MARY FRANCES PHILLIPS LESLIE RITTER EMILY ROLLINS HELEN SALSBERGER ESTELLE SAUNDERS LUCILLE SCHOTT MILDRED SCHOTT ANNE SIMPKINS KATHERINE SPRATLEY MARY SIMKINS TALIAFERRO PHYLLIS TENNIS MAY WAINWRIGHT MARGUERITE WELLS REBA WILEY CATHLEEN WILLIAMS IRENE WOODCOCK The Thomas Alva Edison Electrical Society Mr. Machen, Faculty Advisor Carl Dederick _ President Archie Stutt _ Secretary Dixie Diggs _ Treasurer Colors: Blue and White LEONARD ACKLER CHARLES BERGMAN AUSTIN COLGAN CARL DEDERICK DIXIE DIGGS PENDLETON ELLIS CY FERRIS ELMER GARDNER BENNIE HAIGHT HARRY HESS THOMAS HOWARD CHARLES HUMPHRIES RICHARD JAMES GEORGE JOINVILLE WILLIAM KELLY HAMILTON LAWSON ELYN MARTIN GARLAND MITCHELL WILLIAM NEWBILL REYNOLDS OWENS ALTON QUINN ELDRIDGE SMITHERS ARCHIE STUTT CHARLES WARREN WATKINS WHITE ASHTON WRAY WILLIAM WRIGHT Music Appreciation Club Mr. John Starnes, Director Wallace Hogge — Victoria Rollins Elizabeth Casky Marshall Wilson _ President _ Vice-President _ Secretary Sergeant-at-Arms PAULINE CARMINES ELIZABETH CASKEY NAN COLLIER RODMAN CUNNINGHAM RUTH DARCIE RUBY DIXON ELSIE DRUMMOND FREDIA FISHER OWEN McGARRY MAXINE HEINMAN WALLACE HOGGE VIRGINIA HOUCHENS ELLEN IRONMONGER VIRGINIA JOHNSON RUTH JORDAN FRANK KING ETHNA LAWSON rachel McDaniel BLANCHE McWATT PAULINE MOORE SCOTT PRICE EMILY ROLLINS VICTORIA ROLLINS SHELDON SLAUGHTER LAVINIA WATKINS MARGUERITE W ' ELLS ELVA CURLE WILSON MARSHALL W ' lLSON MYRA WOOD D. D. K. Club Elizabeth Houston Virginia Curtis_ Elizabeth Peake Miss Virginia Amos _ President _ Vice-President Secretary-Treasurer Honorary Member Colors: Purple and Gold Flower: Violet Motto: D.-D.-K.- VIRGINIA CURTIS SARAH FACE NAN GRIFFITH ANN GUY ROSE IlOGGE BOYDIE HOPE ELIZABETH HOUSTON VIRGINIA LEE MARY STRIBLING LOTTIER ELIZABETH MILLER ELIZABETH PEAKE LOMOLfVC. £. becLuhj ' u + hrou l j ' ike. wlno was b iO wo .s Me w Mzy V 0. Met lAjko wqs the. ko XA e- h ?L r cu rtN ' $ 1 ft hlc h were. Made o c t o ffi e| a 1 - |s� -po r she. w Wjl m ihe. TTz e. we re j I Th e Ma-i wcls very khaSt tio Warn a e t } khed vV ba.i fy MU$i ]_ g. a Ji We re cx w Cy i e a e_ awA uJr j ' or Ljou and The. Lje.a. of rpe. Qolleoe. pass e d clatcH - t- T X-, S ICL; -L Ve. ' ' ke. spidLe.r wo ve. bis CL Lj CL L OU f kh e.M cl m khe. L were Ma rrd e.cL he. j 1 o o k f cl !e v s4 P (k for l lc. h mosjcL be. r b a Vdy Ki sse d • He as ( £ X ; wm Mt s1 X Ye y r- Ljoo ? Sh e_ 4 i s Via cZ. 2 l ' -ft b e r 3 (h z-ij da. Ate. hoMe. ajycL rxr k he. bfoa ko ioi a. Wf of l i%bf c .a we. {■Uihiit c. so khey iwe li ey e v ' e.r a.fi cr. j . v ys Mother—“Did you go to the pictures alone?” Virginia Curtis—“Yes, mother.” Mother—“Then how does it happen you left here with an umbrella and came hack with a cane: Bill Hancock (on way to Florida)—“Say, is this the road I take to Florida?” Smart Farmer—“It is not necessary, son; I guess they got a plenty down there.” Mother (walking with son)—“Curie, I hope I didn’t see you wink at that girl that went by?” Cu rie—“I hope you didn’t, too.” Teacher—“I just came from the beauty parlor.” Student—“You didn’t get waited on, did O 55 you: Stribbie—“A. T., you haven’t told me you could see me tonite.” Amos (the boy himself)—“ ’S funny. 1 told somebody.” Mr. Thorpe—“Ever been in an accident?” Miss Cunningham—“No, but I’ve refereed basketball games.” Miss Wicker says you don’t have to be crazy to dance the Charleston, but it helps a lot. Margaret Quinn (to small Rat who has spoken to her in the hall)—“Why, I don’t know you from Adam.” Smart Rat—“You ought to; I’m dressed different.” M iss Forbes (in 3A Chemistry class)—- “How can you distinguish between carbon dioxide and carbon monoxide?” Morton Sunderland—“One will kill you, and the other won’t.” Hell hath no fury like Miss Hope baffled. This old world we’re living in Is mighty hard to beat. We get a thorn with every rose— But ain’t the roses sweet? An Impossible (at a jogj scjpp strigg;e) — “I could die waltzing.” Bruce M.—“Pardon me while I speak to the orchestra leader.” Mr. Thorpe—“Miss Kelly, some one tele¬ phoned for you while you were at lunch. 1 didn’t get the name.” Miss Kelly—“Oh! Did he have blue eyes and curly hair?” He (at the annual Senior dance)—“Shall we dance this one?” She—“No; let’s sit out this one. I got kicked in the chin last time.” A. T. Hull—-“Say, Weldon, that girl thinks I’m the nicest fellow at this dance. Shall I ask her for a date?” Weldon—-“No, let the innocent thing keep her good opinion.” Scott Price—“If C. Washington was such an honest person, how did they get in the habit of closing the banks on his birthday?” “Boydie certainly has a large vocabulary.” “Yes, I’ve told her she should take more exercise.” She—“My brother neither drinks, smokes, nor curses.” He—“Does he make all of his dresses too?” A young girl stood before the mirror, Her eyes closed very tight— She wanted to see just how she looked, While fast asleep at night. (First part of term in study hall) Mr. Davis—“What’s your name?” Curie J.—“Jones.” Mr. Davis—“How do you spell it?” Miss Wicker—“What is the most important date in Roman history?” Sally Ransone—“Antony’s date with Cleo¬ patra.” Rat—“Who is the female wreck coming lip from Gardner’s?” Soph—“Hey, that’s my sister.” Rat (recovering)—“No, no, I mean the skinny, bow-legged one with her.” Soph—“Hey, that’s my girl.” Mrs. Stevens (explaining geometry to W. Eames)—“Now Walton, here are two sides joined, where is the included angle?” Walter—“1 dunno.” Mrs. Stevens—“Walter, here’s an example: Suppose there is a boy here, then a dog, then another hoy, what is between the two boys?” Walter—“A dog.” Mrs. Stevens—Now, then, we have a side, an angle and another side; what is between the sides?” Walter—“A dog.” M iss Wicker (in a bored class)—“The next person that says ‘huh!’ will be sent out of class.” Chorus—“Huh!” Mr. Thorpe, while away on a business trip to Washington recently was greatly insulted. He got in a taxi and rode six blocks and the driver left the vacant sign up. It’s worried me just lots and lots, And I’ve lost much of my sleep; I ponder over it day and night—- It’s even made me weep! What often I’ve wondered and won¬ dered, And plotted and thought is that What in this world makes Boydie Grow so very fat? Stribbie—“I have a little compact that goes in and out with me, And what my friends would do without it Is more than I can see. To Nan first I lend it, and then again to Rose, And seldom is there any left for my own little nose.” Pupil (interrupting Miss Forbes’ class) — “My father says we are descended from apes.” Miss Forbes—“Your family affairs should be kept to yourself, Johnnie.” FISHY FISH The oyster is a quiet bird, He doesn ' t even sing; He lies upon his oyster bed And doesn ' t do a thing. The clam is used for stew and fry And when the tide is low, The fisherman must be quite spry To feel him with his toe. The gold-fish swims in his crystal bowl Upon the parlor table, And pussy watches from below To catch him if she’s able. There is a fish we call the trout Who dearly loves to play; He runs among the brussels sprouts And chases Hies all day. Of all the fishes in the brook The crocodile is the best; I love his awful grinning look, I love his striped vest. The alligator lies in wait Among the reeds and rushes. Don’t tarry there or you’ll be bait And make a dinner luscious. The shark’s a fearful fish to me The worst of all the bunch; For when a ship goes down at sea, He always has a lunch. And now we come unto the end—- And that’s our friend the whale, But when he swallowed Jonah, then The fishes all turned pale. —Hester M. Gay. KOOKOO SONG (Reversed Vision) (With apologies to Chaucer) Exams are icumen in. We feel quite cuccu— Asketh teacher when and where And what and why and who— Most cuccu, cuccu! Skulls seemeth to be numb, Thoughts there never grew; Pen, ink squirteth, paper blotteth—- Don’t know what to do. Answers sound cuccu, Our marks look that way, too— So cuccu, cuccu! —Chetwyn E. Sinclair. Si Soslis Visit to the Moon By Robert Arthur “Well, boys,” Si Sosh began, “I’ll tell you one of my true experiences. Maybe you won’t believe me, but believe me or not, I’m just telling you the plain facts without no embellishment. “I wuz mate on the Jonah Whale, a little fishing schooner what wuz wrecked on a desert island one night durin’ a big storm. I swum ashore, an’ next mornin’ found that me and six deck hands wuz the only survivors. Well, we rescued a coupla crates of canned goods, an’ on them an’ what fruit grew there, we got along pretty good. “We wuz outa the main travel lanes, with little chance of being picked up, and after six months I kinda hankered fer civilization again. By nature I’m a pretty smart fellow, so I finally decided that the only way to leave was to make a gun an’ shoot myself off. Havin’ formulated this magnificent idea, I set about makin’ the gun¬ powder. The island was volcanic, so there wuz plenty of sulphur and saltpeter around, an’ I found a bed of nitrates, so I wuz all set. “Fer the next six years I worked steady, only knocking off fer eatin’ and sleepin’. At the end of that time I had gotten ready two hundred thousand pounds of first-rate, high-grade, A No. 1 gun-powder. Then I set about makin’ the gun. As I said, the island wuz volcanic, an’ wuz full of old craters. After hunting a hit, I found one that wuz just right. It was perfectly smooth an’ round, an’ it wuz two thousand feet deep. I stuffed all my powder into it, filling it to a depth of a thousand feet, then fixed up the projectile. “Fer this I smelted some iron and made a hollow hall nine feet in diameter. I cut this in half an’ fixed it up with a bunk and some pervisions, also a hatch that I could look out of while travelin’. After it wuz all ready, I got inside an’ welded th’ two halves together, then me mates lowered the shell down the crater an’ set it on the powder. Next I connected up a little electric battery I had made, and exploded th’ powder. “There wuz an awful hang that nearly deafened me, then everything went blank. By an’ by I came to again, and feelin’ curious as to my whereabouts, I opened th ' hatch. In the beginning I had figgered that maybe I would go three hundred miles, so you can guess how surprised I wuz to find myself about twenty thousand miles above the earth, an’ still goin’! “I stayed up on deck quite a while, breathing the sweet night air, an’ watching the beautiful stars, an’ seein’ the earth fade away in hack of me. By an’ by it got chilly, so I closed the hatch an’ went to bed. This sorta thing kept up fer a week, with me approaching closer to the Moon every second. On th’ seventh day after my departure I saw I would hit soon, so I went below decks until after I landed. I wuz lucky enough to strike in the middle of one of the big lakes around the principal citv on th’ moon, and when I came to the surface I saw a big flock of boats full of Moon men who had come out to welcome me. “When they learned I wuz a visitor from the Earth, they wuz pretty pleased to be so honored, an’ so they made me mighty welcome. That night they gave me a banquet, where I ate things I had never heard of before, like scrambled dodo eggs and mastodon steaks, and such stuff. After we wuz all through eatin’ one of the fellers got up an’ made a speech, sayin’ that I wuz to be made welcome an’ given the keys to the city, an’ that I wuz invited to stay as long as I liked, free of charge. “I haint mentioned it before, but these Moon men was about fifteen feet tall, with chests like a barrel, but with mighty puny underpinning. In color they wuz a bright red. with big purple eyes, and green ears as large as platters. They got that way by evolution, on account of there bein’ not much air on the Moon; from ridin’ around in airyplanes they got weak legs, and real long arms with seven fingers on each hand, ’cause they had to work so many controls. “Anyway, I accepted their offer, an’ so they give me a house to live in. I lived on the Moon fer five years, but after I had seen all the sights, I kinda got homesick. A feller gets tired of seein’ green elephants the size of houses, an’ havin’ to get up on a stepladder every time he wants to have a little conversation, an’ listenin’ to a phoenix in a diamond tree callin’ mournful fer its mate, an’ havin’ to dodge big, red, white and blue dragons that fly around whistlin’ all th’ time. “Finally one day I mentioned the fact that I would like to go home to one of my friends. He said that he wuz sorry to lose me, but that he would get some scientist friends of his to send me off. They fixed up a funny contrapshun with a lot of wires in a big circle around me, hitched up to a lot of batteries. They said that they wuz sending me back to earth by radio, an’ they explained that they would concentrate the radio waves on one particular spot and send ’em off, then they would carry me along with ’em, like waves on the ocean do. “I sat up on a little platform, then when all wuz ready, they threw a switch and I started. Jest as they had said, those radio waves wuz in a powerful hurry to get somewheres, and they jest naterally took me right along with them! I wuz travelin’ this time, an’ I didn’t take no week to return! Not by a long shot, I was exactly five minutes making the return journey. Of course, going at that rate, I didn’t have any time to take my bearings, so when I plunged into the ocean I didn’t know jest where at I wuz. Well, jest when I couldn’t hold my breath any longer, I cum to the top an’ looked around. Then blank my stars, weren’t I disgusted! Them Moon fellers, lunytiks they calls themselves, had sent me right back to the island I started frum!” K stands for K rabba and other things, too; They are many and numerous, but Til try and tell you That likeivise for Klever and K omik and K ute Stands K —that old letter sure is a beaut. Now Komrads of K rabtown when reading this book Don’t Knock the Eds and their goose please don’t KooK BeKause they have striven and worKed like the deuce And a book of sKool memories they’ve tried to produce. ilwpn May we solicit your patronage by virtue of Quality Merchandise? E. L. Clarke KIRSHBAUM CLOTHES STETSON HATS THE PHOEBUS CLOTHIER Cheyne’s Studio PORTRAITS KODAKS FILMS and FINISHING Cosby Motor Co. ‘the house that service built’ Chevrolet for Economical Transportation Phone 425 HAMPTON, VA. J. S. Darling Son Planters and Packers of Hampton Bar Oysters The Peninsula Press DISTINCTIVE PRINTERS Plate and Process Engravers Lowest Prices 20 N. King St. Hampton, Va. C o m p l i m e lit s o f A FRIEND Purity Quality Service The Puritan Home-Made Candies, Ice Cream, Sodas If it’s the best, you can get it at The Puritan Phone 856 31 E. Queen St. Compliments of R. H. Smith PHONES 138-J and 138-W THE BALTIMORE MARYLAND ENGRAVING Falcon er Bldg. Baltimorl.Md. Scott’s Theatres SCOTTS HAMPTON LYRIC HAMPTON AMERICAN PHOEBUS Leivis Jorgensen RADIO SETS and ACCESSORIES Paints and Artists’ Materials 48 West Queen Street jjc sfc SPECIAL FOUNTAIN PENS 14-K GOLD POINT, $1.50 Marple Jewelry Store HAMPTON, YA. Compliments of Kan ter Bros. HAMPTON, VA. Newton’s FANCY GROCERIES School Supplies Phone 268 HAMPTON, VA. HART, SCHAFFNER MARX CLOTHES Knox and Stetson Hats, Florsheim and Walk-Over Shoes Wyatt Bros. Queen Street Hampton, Va. He ff elfin ger Lumber Company LUMBER, COAL, WOOD and BUILDING MATERIAL Foot of King St. Phone 23 Phone 58 Kau f man’s VOGUEISH CLOTHES FOR MISS AND MATRON Printers so Publishers Engravers ! HOUSTON ? c) Houston Building, ( 2 ) HAMPTON VIRGINIA W. A. Pleasants Furniture and Stoves Pythian Castle 25-29 West Queen Street HAMPTON, VA. Chas. T. Taylor Plumbing and Heating Contractor HAMPTON, VA. Rountree Furniture Company HAMPTON’S PROGRESSIVE HOME FURNISHERS 19 W. Queen St. Hampton, Va. QUALITY RREAD the Bread Taste- The Bread with a 16-oz. Loaf Quality Bake Shop INCORPORATED 48 W. Queen St. Hampton, Va. Phone 750 Gardners FANCY GROCERIES School Supplies Phone 811 HAMPTON, VA. Central Restaurant STASSINOS BROS. 14 EAST QUEEN STREET The most sanitary and home-like place for ladies and gentlemen in Hampton 4 : KODAK DEVELOPING and PRINTING Best Work SCHOOL SUPPLIES Epes Stationery Co. HAMPTON, VA. 4 s FOR YOUR HEALTH — Hull’s Drug Store , Inc. Prescription Specialists Hampton Larrabee’s Drug Store , Inc. Prescription Specialists Phoebus C.T. Remington ARCHITECTURE HOMES CHURCHES STORES © 17 SOUTH KING STREET, TAYLOR BUILDING Phone 881 Hampton, Virginia City Davis Green Market P. N. Davis, Prop. Fruits, Vegetables and Country Produce ALL KINDS OF DRESSED POULTRY Have them dressed while you wait W e sell for less because it costs us less to sell PHONE 420 111 Queen Street W. A. Pleasants £..... Furniture Stoves 25-29 Queen Street Pythian Castle Hampton, Va. C. C. Mugler Styleplus Clothes Phone 36 PHOEBUS, VIRGINIA R. E. Rollins FURNITURE, STOVES, and FLOOR COVERING Household Goods a Specialty Cash or Credit 47-49 West Queen St., Hampton, Va. Telephone 686 Compliments of A Friend Shackelford Auto Co. Authorized Sales and Service Ford products © HAMPTON, VA. Brown s Book Store Fountain Pens, Pen and Pencil Sets, School Books, and School Supplies NOVELTIES, TOYS, CHINA and GLASSWARE 17 Mellen St. PHOEBUS, VA. 1.00 starts a Savings Account; pays 4% Compliments of The Old Point National Bank PHOEBUS, VA. Compliments of Saunders Camnitz Grocers 55 PHOEBUS, VIRGINIA M. C. Torian SCHOOL SUPPLIES GROCERIES Phone 615 212 ARMISTEAD AVENUE SERVICE TO THE HOME BRITTINGHAM FURNITURE COMPANY a The Big Store Hampton, Virginia ?? M, . Goldstein THE ONLY EXCLUSIVE LADIES’ READY-TO-WEAR SHOP IN HAMPTON Phone 589 13 W. Queen St. Hampton, Va. •if Kirsner s Store Specializing in Clothes for the School Girls and Boys as well as for the Teachers 20 West Queen Street HAMPTON, VA. Rollins , Carmines Company Crab Packers Bridge Street Phone 386 McMenartiin Co. CRAB and FISH ROE PACKERS BRIDGE street PHONE 575 Terminal Barber Shop Boys ' trade our specialty Opposite Court House Morgan-Marrow Co INCORPORATED REAL ESTATE, BONDS and INSURANCE IN ALL BRANCHES PHONE 91 Harrison Sport Shop Granby St., Norfolk, Ya. SPAULDING, GOLDSMITH, and D. M. ATHLETIC EQUIPMENT It ' s Just a Good Sport Shop If you want a nice piece of furniture made or an antique restored, phone 993 T. A. Fountain CABINET MAKER 40 Court Street E. T La wson Son Armstrong Point Gas, Oils and Ship Supplies PHONE 860 Congdons Hampton’s Quality Druc Store PRESCRIPTION EXPERTS W e give the best service PHONE 405—9170 A. Benton Garber, Manager | The American System” | ■ - The American Heating and Ventilating Company Heating, ventilating and sanitary engineers and contractors SCHOOL BUILDINGS EXCLUSIVELY 804 TIMES-DISPATCH BUILDING Richmond, Va. % Monroe Transfer and Storage Company in 1 mi 1 6 F ; $ Bank of Phoebus Forewarding Distributing Storage Moving and Commercial Hauling of all kinds MOTOR AND TEAM EQUIPMENT Packing, Crating and Shipping of Pioneer Furniture and China Phone 12 POPLAR AVENUE Opposite C. O. Railroad Depot The PHOEBUS, VIRGINIA Capital, Surplus, and Profits. $100,000.00 We solicit your bank account. Do not hesitate to deposit small sums of SI.00 or more. Your account will soon grow R. E. WILSON, Cashier. 4 Pen insula Bu tter Store Dealers in IMPORTED and DOMESTIC DELICATESSEN Flavored to a taste like mother’s. TRY OUR BUTTER 40 W. Queen St. Phone 286 W. A. Parker Quality Food Shop STAPLE AND FANCY GROCERIES MEATS AND VEGETABLES 199 West Queen Street PHONE 595 B. T. Quinn Ivor Johnson and Cadillac Bicycles West Queen St. CALL Hampton Steam Laundry For LAUNDRY and CLEANING and PRESSING Phone 53 ESTIMATES CHEERFULLY GIVEN Phone 307-J Jno. L. Hutton Plumbing and Heating Personal attention given all work. 210 Armistead Ave. Hampton, Va. Hampton Barber Shop Hair Bobbing a Specialty 11 West Queen St. Hampton, Va. ‘Best Store Since ' 84” Rowe ' s 42 Years’ Service HAMPTON GROCERIES COFFEE and TEAS Thayer ' s Corner Queen and Court Streets FRESH FRUITS and VEGETABLES Tennis Brothers Wood, Coal and Feed Building Material Johns - Manville Asbestos Hoofing and Shingles Phones 70 and 71 PHOEBUS, VA. The Bank of Phoebus PHOEBUS, VA. Capital, Surplus and Profits $100,000 We solicit your bank account. Do not hesitate to deposit small sums of $1.00 or more. Your accounts will soon grow. S. C. Rees, President Harvey Wilson, Cashier R. F. Slaughter Lumber Co. LUMBER, SHINGLES, LATH, BRICK, BUILDING MATERIAL Phone 291 Mellen Street and C. O. S. J. Watson , Jr. ELECTRICAL SUPPLIES and AUTOMOBILE ACCESSORIES 16 E. Queen St. Phone 166 Compliments of Apollo Barber Shop GEO. H. WALKER Hampton, Va. WOOD and COAL Prompt Delivery PHONE 3 PHONE 865 J. V. Bickford West Disinfecting Co. MANUFACTURING CHEMISTS Disinfectants, Insecticides, Liquid Soap, Paper Towels and Sanitary Specialties Richmond, Virginia T. J. WHITE M. M. AMORV York Tire Company TIRES AND TUBES ACCESSORIES and REPAIRS Vulcanizing a Specialty PHONE 404-J 142 E. Queen St. Compliments of Mon falconers Stand News Headquarters for ATHLETIC GOODS Newport News, Va. J. J. Lawson Fish and Crabs Phone 882 HAMPTON DOCK Cleanliness Quality Service MEET ME AT THE Hampton Lunch Room Only Pure Food Served Good things to eat at moderate prices Phone 197 21 N. King St. Hampton, Va. STOP AT— Hop ' s Place GENERAL CORD TIRES WILLARD STORAGE BATTERIES THAT GOOD GULF GAS and OILS and AUTO ACCESSORIES Phone 183 17-23 Armistead Ave. Forrester ' s Market FRESH and SMOKED MEATS FRUITS and VEGETABLES in Season POULTRY and COUNTRY PRODUCE 7 West Queen Street PHONE 433 See us before you buy your lot—- Armstrong Land and Improvement Co. PHONE 8 5 North King Street S; FRANK W. DARLING, President HARRY H. HOLT, Vice-President W. H. FACE, Cashier G. B. BRADFORD, Asst. Cashier sj« ' The BANK OF HAMPTON, VIRGINIA THE OLDEST BANK ON THE PENINSULA Resources over $3,000,000 Capital $150,000 Surplus $350,000 4% INTEREST PAID ON SAVINGS ACCOUNTS School trade is appreciated STOP AT— Tucker ' s Opposite St. John’s Church Agency for WHITMANS CANDIES E. T. Wood For FASHION PARK CLOTHES PATRICK SWEATERS ARROW SHIRTS and STETSON HATS 17 East Queen Street HAMPTON, VA. The Bellamy Pharmacy Your Patronage Appreciated DELIVERY SERVICE AT ALL HOURS DAY PHONE 493 NIGHT 308-J U. S. GOVERNMENT DEPOSITARY First National Bank HAMPTON, VA. Capital Surplus and Profits (Earned) over Total Resources over 50,000.00 100,000.00 1,800,000.00 H. H. Kimberly President R. C. Winne Cashier P. T. Drummond Asst. Cashier Compliments of Merchants National Bank of Hampton The Home Fire Insurance Corporation A HOME COMPANY, WITH HOME CAPITAL, FOR HOME PEOPLE Best Rates Best Service H. W. SAUNDERS, Manager SMfcfi lf ' flESEFtMuh WIMm WMl ■ r. wSSB SMmm • • ' :• •■•■Sv V.V, • •■ . ... ' -v- .....-. ' -U- -A I : ' id ' .’Ss S9E ' v ■ ■ - - , ■ ■ v , - • v ’ :v V- ss-fiswiro;- ■ - ..•••• • ■ ;--- : ' •- ' ' ■.i•S. : a m r m :V ; ’.• ■ : ‘ , , ' . .y;•:M : a.Sftt . S« ■. . i . •. • •. ' • ■. ' . .■. ■. ■ . ' v. ■■■■..•■ ' • ' ■■ ■, .■■ ' •• ; ' . 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