Hopewell High School - Kaleidoscope Yearbook (Hopewell, VA)

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“Kaleidoscope” Published Monthly by the Students of HOPEWELL HIGH SCHOOL Member of the Southern Interscholastic Press Association. STAFF: Editor-in-Chief First Associate Editor Second Associate Editor Exchange Editor Asst. Exchange Editor Poetry Editor Humor Editor News Editor Society Editor Sports Editor Asst. Sports Editor Business Manager First Asst. Business Manager Second Asst. Business Manager Typist Typist A. E. Meehl Joel Noble George Lampman Helen Bell John Kurnas Frances Johnson ..William E. Pritchard Mary Boocks Rebecca Morrison Sidney Sutherland Howard Davis Mary Lee Bishop Margaret Augenbright Evelyn Lewis Mary Frances Wells Orrin Williams Faculty Advisor: Miss Mary Rives Richardson “Kaleidoscope” Staff GAIN a “Kaleidoscope” staff steps down from its posi¬ tion and gives place to a new one. The old 1929-30 staff wishes the incoming organization all the luck possible for the future publication of the paper. The staff this year has endeavored to give the school the best paper possible for the limited supply of monetary funds which was at its disposal. However, as it is now the “Kaleidoscope” has been outstanding, and both the sponsor and the staff are well pleased with the year’s work. Last year the precedent of publishing an annual was established. We hope this will become a regular feature of the year’s work with the future staffs, although it was only realized this year after a long, hard “pull.” The staff is much indebted to Miss Mary Rives Richardson, our sponsor. Since she has devoted so much of he r time to this type of work the incoming staff is most unfortunate in not being able to have Miss Richardson continue as sponsor. We regret to say she is leaving the faculty entirely.

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Class Poem Class of 1930 Dear Father of the world and all Through the dim future hear our call. We have come to the end of Day, Thee, Lord show us the remaining way. And as we sail unknown seas Give us use of Knowledge’s keys. Give us the strength to live our life, The power to quench eternal strife. Lead us on to a soaring fate, One never, never to abate. Re it known in all success Even long after life’s recess. In the darkness w T e are groping, Laughing and living and hoping; Led on by an ever-shining light, ’Tis knowledge, so very brilliantly light. —A. E. Meehl.

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✓ ' UNE, Commencement, Graduation Day—all three carry C such an ominous meaning for graduating Seniors. It J means that four fleeting years of our lives have passed v — ' into an almost impenetrable void, which is broken only by faint, faded memories. It is not easy to break away from the things we have learned to love and cherish. For one cannot readily forget the things he has seen and done for even four short years. The daily school routine, the assemblies, the athletic activities, all seem to have become a part of our very bodies. The teachers who have taught and guided us through our high school career have played the role of friendly advisors rather than the stern instructor. The social and literary atmospheres which were created by the various clubs and societies have meant much in the molding of character. To say nothing of the added knowledge acquired through the study of subjects, which could not be covered in our text books. All this and more has to be left behind, thrust out of our lives forever. Is it any wonder that there is an air of melancholy and sadness at this parting? But youth is a wonderful thing and time changes everything. Memories fail, sentiment dies and the world goes on eternally. There must be no retrogression in modern civilization. Progress must ever be blindly leaping ahead. Thus must our lives keep time with the rhythmic marching of the universe. Changing always from one stage to another, year after year. That is life! We pass from the grammar grades into high school and in turn (if we are fortunate) we enter a college to prepare for our life’s work. All thought is centered around the world, all sentiment, all else must be cast aside. People live only for the future, the past is dead and the present is fleeting. What else is there? What we have done here in high school determines much what we will do in life; that laggards will vainly drag out their lives and the ambitious will lead the crowd. In taking one last look back on our high school lives we see all our old friends slowly receding. We will never come in close contact with them again. Our paths have separated. We are at the fork of one of the cross-roads of life. But again that is Fate. And Destiny has dealt us our lives. So we slip through the door forever, making our debut into a new world. A world of beauty and a world of hate, a world of romance and a world of sorrow. Page Three