Hopewell High School - Kaleidoscope Yearbook (Hopewell, VA)

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35 Hopewell High School Ten Years Ago and Now—Continued architectural scheme of the building. We are not looking into the future, we leave that to our class prophet, but just let us hope to see in the near future at the other end of the athletic field, a modern gymnasium with a swimming pool and tennis courts. If the hard times stay on perhaps we shall afford to have them. The flappers and cake-eaters are gone with their shanty school. We, the generation who have taken their place, live too close to yesterday to know what tomorrow will do about us, but we do know that our high school building with its clean archi¬ tectural lines, denoting simplicity and dignity will long rema n a noble monument of the period of Hopewell’s history which caused its beauty to be “Tempora mutantur et nos nutamur in Mis ' ’. —Kate Peterson. K THE GROWTH OF HOPEWELL HIGH SCHOOL Number of Number of Graduates Faculty YEAR Pupils BOYS GIRLS Members 1925 254 10 22 10 1926 278 2 12 10 1927 340 15 28 12 1928 379 12 16 15 1929 .. - 456 18 30 17 1930 507 17 20 20 1931 556 31 37 24 1932 599 36 37 23 1933 710 39 37 25 1934 696 33 56 24 1935 659 37 39 25 immmiimiiMiimiimiimmiHMmiimimiHiHiiiiiiiimimmiiimi Page seventeen

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Hopewell High School Ten Years Ago and Now OME OF US will no doubt remember the old High School building of Hopewell as it looked a decade ago, just a “shanty” or “Shanty Town.” The strategic location of City Point far up a navi¬ gable river and out of danger from attack from the sea, made it an ideal location for the manufacture of ammu¬ nition in time of war. The DuPont Company took advantage thereof and established here an immense ammunition plant at the beginning of the great World War. As a result the City of Hopewell and all its thousands of shanties, including school houses, sprang up, we might say, just as mushrooms over night. After the Armistice the population of Hopewell dwindled to a mere fraction of its war time maximum. However, a few years later our city assumed another aspect of prosperity when the Tubize Artificial Silk Company took over the DuPont works here for the purpose of making rayon. The shanties began to be occupied again and the school population grew from year to year. Hopewell High School was housed in a shanty-like struc¬ ture located then between Third and Fourth Avenues in North “B” Village. It was there the “above the knee skirted” and “stocking roller” flapper studied and “flapped” with the “hair-varnished” cake eaters. It so on became evident that the old high school building was not adequate for Hopewell’s rapidly growing school population. The high school body had grown out of his ragged and patched breeches and clamored for “long- ies,” and so the good City Fathers finally took pity on the poor kid and appropriated funds for the new high school building as we see it now. Great improvements are being made at the present time by means of relief work both inside and outside the building. Grading and landscaping the school surroundings is practically finished. An athletic field, destined to be one of the best in the state, is now under construction. We hope that the old green-painted board fence surrounding the field and now marring the picture will be removed and replaced with a brick wall, carrying out the Page sixteen

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Senior Class Poem We have crossed the rolling waters. And our four years course is run; O’er shoal and wave we’ve battled, But our voyage now is done. Our Captain has been patient, As we crossed the foaming sea And has kept both strong and steady Mighty, peerless “Thirty-Five.” Courage, strength, and zeal we’ve had, As with winds we’ve fought, We looked on high where our flag waved, With “Vineit qui superat.” Now the ship is safe at anchor And the gang-plank lower falls; We voyagers impatient w r ait To answer harbor calls. But hold! We fain would liuger, Yet just a little while, We’ll miss so much our comrades And our Captain’s friendly smile; The crew with strife untiring, The white-caps dancing play, ’Tis hard to leave them all behind— And yet we cannot stay. We may return in after years, And gaze across the deep; No Captain, Crew nor Friendly-ship Will make our pulses leap. No pa ' th will gleam upon the wave, ’Tis only in our soul. And memory like an uncrowned Prince Still reigns supreme with full control. —HARRY SMITH TUSH. iiiiiiiiimiiiiiimiiiiiiiiiiiiimiiimmiiimimiiiiiiiiMi Page eighteen