Hampton High School - Krabba Yearbook (Hampton, VA)

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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.

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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-

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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.