Hopewell High School - Kaleidoscope Yearbook (Hopewell, VA)

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CLASS PROPHECY—Continued met James Shivar working on the construction of the liner “Hopewell.” The capital of Virginia, Richmond, was next. I met Mary Gilliam shopping there. She invited us to return to Hopewell with her. Good old Hopewell! Gosh, it was a different town ten years ago. I saw Elizabeth Jarvis and Blonnie Johnson, who were teachers at the good old “Alma Mater” Hopewell High School. On Broadway I saw a dry goods store operated by Earl Han- chey and Paul Mitchell. I read the Hopewell News and learned that Daniel Kanak was just elected to be a member of the school board. While walking down toward Tubize, I met Camp Carpenter just coming out from work. Later, while attending the “Casino Theatre,” I met Elizabeth Reese and Harriet Burnett. Beatrice Talton was there. She told me she had quite a large family. We journeyed to Petersburg, where I saw Alberta Stephenson, a stenographer for the Hot-Air Corporation. I was delighted at the result of our tour. We had seen all the members of the graduating class of 1931. Weary of traveling, my husband and I decided to return to our home in Washington, D. C. When we arrived I had a caller in the person of Professor C. W. Smith, my Senior home-room teacher in 1931. —CECELIAN KRUGER (Class Prophet). 5 age Thirteen

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CLASS PROPHECY—Continued Dame and the Army. I was never so amazed as I was when I learned that John Edwards was assistant coach of Notre Dame. In St. Louis I decided to do a little shopping. I visited one of the largest department stores and when I glanced a tthe list of employees, which was posted on the wall, I noticed that Eliz¬ abeth Mifka was the head bookkeeper. I went to her office to see her. She informed me that Virginia Parker was the private secretary of the Mayor of St. Louis. Down the Mississippi to New Orleans. In the lobby of the “De Luxe” theatre I met Laura Epperson and her husband. She had been married for four years and had the sweetest little girl. The Sunny South and Birmingham. It was at a baseball game that I met Alexandra Economon. I certainly was delighted to see her. She introduced me to her husband, who was repre¬ sentative to Congress from the Birmingham district. Atlanta followed. I heard that there was a “Red-Headed League” there. The meetings were open to the public. We at¬ tended a meeting and discovered that the presiding officer was Clarice March. Playground of the South next—Miami. We attended a bath¬ ing beauty contest. The first prize was won by no other than Clara Alderson. In Columbia, South Carolina, I met Stephen O’Neil, a sales¬ man for the Tiffany Jewelry Company. We visited the University of North Carolina. While walking about the campus, I met Mary Hapstock, professor of Anthro¬ pology. In Bluefield, West Virginia, who should I meet but Grace Makovsky. She was a nurse in the “Bachelor Hospital.” North to Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. I met George Nevils trying to get his “B. B.” (boot black) degree at Temple Uni¬ versity. New York City. It was here that I met Nina Quicke, assis¬ tant professor of Mathematics at Columbia University. We left by boat for Norfolk, Virginia. When we arrived, the Atlantic Fleet was in. I ran across Edward Ruffin, who had just returned from seeing the world from the porthole of a submarine. I met Fanny Edwards at Ocean View with her family. Newport News next. It was at the Shipyard there that 1 — Page Twelve

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Class Poem O ALMA MATER Our joys and sorrows you have shared, Seen all the triumphs we have dared. Have seen our eyelids wet with tears, Have seen our faces drawn with fears. Did’st witness our delight and pleasures, And held us dear like misered treasures. Now we depart; wipe off our tears, And east our thought to coming years. When others come to take our places, When all around you are new faces; Take and enfold them in your arms, Sooth them with your maternal charms. Think upon those sailing life’s sea Without the peace that lies in thee. Grant that we may leave thy door, With thy benediction forever more. —Eugenia Daniel, Glass Poet. ■ H[ Page Fourteen