Hopewell High School - Kaleidoscope Yearbook (Hopewell, VA)

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Freshmen .... At last it had happened! We had been admitted to Hopewell High under the title of “Freshmen” and we’re proud of it even if we were regarded as “rats” by the upper classmen. Miss Wenger, our home-room teacher, was very kind and understanding and helped us in any way that she could. Most of our home-room periods were taken up reading the “314 Times,” a small weekly paper gotten out by our class. We all worked hard that year, eager to pass and become Sophomores. The fact that this was the year exemptio ns from examinations were first attempted, helped us considerably and made us work all the harder with the hope that they would be con¬ tinued the next year. We had good athletic teams that year and our debating team received honors at the district meeting in Richmond. Sophomores .... We were now known as Sophomores and felt quite sophisticated as we, in turn, could look down upon the Freshmen with contempt. We had progressed one step nearer our goal—graduation. Our home-room teachers were Miss Lucy Sinclair and Miss Gilbert, for whose helpful guidance we are grateful. Luckily for us, exemptions were continued, and this relieved us of a great deal of worry. We were fortunate in having one of the members of our class selected for the debating team which again won honors at the district meeting in Richmond and was sent to Charlottesville to contest for the State championship. Our class was also very well represented in both the Sidney Lanier and Edgar Allan Poe Literary Societies. During our Sophomore year, many improvements were begun on the Athletic Field which helped its appearance considerably. SYLVIA WESTON. Juniors .... Proudly we entered the third year of our high school course, no longer “rats” or lowly sophomores, but juniors, really juniors. Under the guidance of our teachers, Miss Gilbert and Miss Moffet, Ave passed a very successful year climaxed by the Junior-Senior banquet. During this year the first Junior-Senior Prom Avas given for the benefit of the “Kaleidoscope” and was very successful. As the term comes to an end, we look forward with great expectations to our senior year. Seniors .... At last Ave have attained Ihe goal Ave have been working for three long years, the title of “Dignified Seniors.” Hoav proud Ave are to be looked upon as the leaders of the school. ' - With the assistance of Mr. Sutherland our “Kaleidoscope” this year Avill be the best ever published. Several neAv and interesting features have been added and Ave hope they will be included in all future annuals. The Dramatic Club presented its first play this year; many students of the senior class are engaged in this activity. The second annual Junior-Senior Prom was given again this year, the proceeds going to the Junior Class for the Junior-Senior banquet. We are very proud to be the first- class graduating from Hopewell High School since it has been made a class A school. As Ave glance back over the four years of our high school career and see all the happy and trying times Ave have had together, it is with deepest regret that Ave leave Hopewell High School. ELIZABETH HENRY. Page 23 ... . Kaleidoscope

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REUBEN EDWARD FLESHOOD EDYTHE MAE HARTLE SCIENTIFIC COURSE ELECTIVE COURSE “Not to be laughed at and scorned, “Her air, her manners, all who because he was little of statue.” knew admired. Athletic Asscciaticn; Edgar Allan Poe EVELYN LOUISE HAZLETT COMMERCIAL COURSE “An overwhelming joy she finds in life.” Commercial Club; Class Representative, 1L, 1H, 2L, 3L; Edgar Allan Poe Lit¬ erary Society; Minstrel, 3 years; Presi¬ dent, 2L; Assembly Squad. (No picture). In Memory of dlpttn Whom the gods love die young ' Kaleidoscope . . . . . Page 22

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H AVE you ever been to a fortune teller? To the mind reading horse? To a Crystal gazer? Some say there are no such things—fortune teller-fake. About the mind reading horse—I’ve never seen one; and the Crystals—I’ve seen lovely ones in chandeliers and I’ve gazed at them, but never the future did I see, but I’ve an imagination and in the midst of one of my day dreams I beheld a magnificent spectacle. I let the book fall to my lap and before me came the vision that I had so often thought of. It amazed me! Was it real? No, it must have been my sub¬ conscious mind going to work. The piano was playing a march—85 fellow classmates, solemn faces, shaking knees, happy hearts, young men and women marching to get their diplomas, but that vision faded, they were leaving, embracing their parents and loved ones. They were appreciative of all that had been done for them, but now they had to do for themselves. What would they do? Do you believe in visions? I had them that evening. A big school was before me, a large library well kept. The person who watched over these books and kept those students in check must have four eyes and six hands, about the latter I was wrong, for there I beheld librarian Myra Birchett—wearing glasses. As I wandered out of the room and down the hall I saw many old friends. Josephine Ameen teaching Psychology,— this new curriculum is amazing. Downstairs, Elton Lee in the chemistry laboratory, he looks like a good chemistry professor. I wonder if he still measures grams of sodium bicarbonate by the inches it takes up in a test tube. I slipped through the furnace room going to the Industrial Arts department and guess who was tending the furnace, (he didn’t graduate with us, but it’s only fair to mention him as I am mentioning all the oth¬ ers I see) J. Washington Percy Jackson, our janitor’s nephew. The In¬ dustrial Arts department was supervised by Carl Bogese and Rives Neb- lett. I wandered back up the steps, no more familiar faces, I walked out slowly, thoughtfully, so glad that some of my classmates were well sit¬ uated and happy. I walked down the street; everything was strange. I passed a lovely cottage with a neat fence around it. I stopped to admire its simplicity in this ever modernizing world when, to my amazement, one of my class¬ mates walked out of the door, washing in hand, I gapped could she be a wash-woman? Much to my delight I found out that it was the maid’s day off so Irene Dowdy had to do her own washing. She invited me in, said she was expecting some of her friends over that afternoon. I was delight¬ ed, old faces, old thoughts bring much new happiness. At four they came: Eva Davis, smartly clad woman, said she didn’t work, kept house for the family. Lois Lester, sweet as ever, worried because of the typing error she had made when the office boy smiled at her. Lillian Sodat, Mary Cibula, and Helen Alford came in, all registered nurses. I was curious Kaleidoscope . . . . Page 24