Hampton High School - Krabba Yearbook (Hampton, VA)

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CLASS HISTORY - 1944 - By Jane Moore SEPTEMBER 5, 1940 It’s the beginning of a new decade and a new life. We, the mighty leaders of grammar school, become lowly “rookies” in that famed institution, high school! After the somewhat embarrassing initiation, wd join the degraded ranks of freshmen resembling our ancestors of yore— the wild American Indians! Of course, red and white are the predominating colors. Under the heartless stare of upper-classmen, we timidly take our places among seasoned veterans. After several weeks of utter confusion, we “get the hang of things”, and begin to feel not quite so insignificant. The football season adds prestige to our now distinguished statures of being high school students. On Thanksgiving Day there is the usual Hampton vs. Newport News game We are rough ’n’ ready and ratin ' to go, and hold the Typhooners to a 0-0 tie. After so-o-o long, the hopefully awaited Christmas holidays become a reality. After a week of fun-making, we resume our burden, elect officers, and struggle on to June. SEPTEMBER 7, 1941 We’re up one more rung of the ladder of knowledge. We carry ourselves with a bit more dignity for at least the freshmen must look up to us— at last! Once more the football season comes and goes and with it the glorious event of the year, the Hampton-Newport News gridiron gala. After a rootin’ tootin ' battle, the game ends this year as last, a 0-0 stalemate. Another highlight of the football season is an upset in the form of Glass High School of Lynchburg. Ah, did our team go places! We, the under- dogs, defeated the Senators 20-6. This gave our team a bit of publicity and made us just a wee bit favored over the Typhooners. Our basketball season was rather rugged. H. H. S. won only 5 out of 11 games, but there were “oodles” of thrills, nevertheless. December 7, 1941 marks a startling change in our lives. War comes crashing headlong into our serenity. Although our hearts are low, our chins are high as we enter smilingly into the Yuletides season. The New Year finds us once more engrossed in readin’, writin’, and ’rithmetic. Richard Imus is elected the esteemed leader of our Sophomore group. After a serious epidemic of “spring fever”, we finally get a well-deserved recuperation period. SEPTEMBER 10, 1942 Radical changes have been made in our Junior class, for something has definitely been added. Newcomers from George Wythe and Phoebus Page Twenty-four

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Wrench, Marie Fuller, Henrietta Anne Hanson, Lavern Holt, Charles Hunt, Carroll Johnson, Mildred Sultan, Shirley Ann Page Twenty-three

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Junior High Schools make a well-rounded class. Thus we enter into a record-breaking, history-making year. There are thrills, thrills, and more thrills! AND what a football team-!! Our super-duper eleven wins the Class A State Championship and trounces oP Newport News to boot. The underclass girls gaze rapturously with heartfelt! adoration at the “hunks o’ men” who comprise the glorified team. The sentiment, “What a man!” is frequently expressed in regard to the “pigskin sinn ers”. We sail smoothly (?) through mid-term examinations and on to spring. A capable group of officers are elected in the persons of George Field as President; Jackie Watson, Vice- President; Anne Page Violette, Secretary; and Charlie Powell, Treasurer. June brings the eventful Junior-Senior Prom. This, being our first real participation, is taken to heart. There prevails a repressed sadness, however, for we must bid adieu to our school-mates, who leave to make their places in the world Soon we must follow in their footsteps. SEPTEMBER 9, 1943 At last! We have reached the top of the ladder and are seasoned veterans. Our class constitutes the executive power of Hampton High School. It’s been a hard struggle, but we made it. Looking back upon the last four years, we admit that it’s been fun and an experience not to be missed foA the world. Despite the grumbling and the harsh words hurled against the teachers, high school has been quite a frolic. Only the teachers have really had to suffer. The male situation this year isn’t quite so promising. Uncle Sam seems to have the “cream of the crop”. Oh well, the football season, was fun anyhow. That frequently versed statement, “What a man!” is at present uttered in slight variation. Now it’s “What, a man?” Nevertheless, we are proud of our fellow comrades in the service of our country. They are fighting for just such things as our high schools and the pleasures we derive from them, as well as for the education we receive, and the right we have to establish ourselves as upright American citizens. An extra long Christmas holiday gives us that well-earned and needed rest. Then back to school we go, and “graduation agitation” is in full swing. Politics are once more at hand. This year successful campaigns result in Bill Grimsley as President; Jean Anderson as Vice- President; and Anne Page Violette as Secretary-Treasurer. Time is flying by and we reach out to grasp fervently what little time is left at good ol’ ff H. S. We have achieved the goal we have worked for only to relinquish it too sooiij We hardly have time to enjoy the full benefit of being ' mighty Seniors. Some of us make preparation for our leave-taking sorrowfully, others are looking forward to the long vacation (?) ahead. After all, eleven years of school is a long time. Yet always in a special niche of our hearts will be a very special feeling for our alma mater, Hampton High School. Page T wenty-five