Luther Foster High School - Bulldog Yearbook (Blackstone, VA)

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With our signatures we salute you. - THE FACULTY

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MRS. SALLIE B. COLEMAN, Secretary : , - ' ' ... FROM THE PRINCIPAL MR. JAMES B. WOODSON, Principal To The Seniors: Greetings! Now comes to you that long-awaited date - a dream fulfilled in nineteen fifty- eight ! Yes, graduation day does bring the fulfillment of a dream for which you have worked faithfully and waited anxiously during many long months and years. It rep¬ resents for you a sort of Mission Accomplished. I am happy to share with you the joy and satisfaction which you so richly deserve at this moment in your lives. Fully do I appreciate the long hours of study and toil which you have endured. There have been sacrifices, too, - many of them - by both your parents and by you. Temptations of many sorts have threatened to pull you from your course. Anxieties, fears, secret longings, misunderstandings, and even temporary failures have all been met and con¬ quered. Certainly, then, you have a right to look upon this occasion as a milestone of accomplishment. You have proved your worth in many, many ways. You have ele¬ vated and blessed the good name of your family and your school. You deserve our praise and also our earnest prayers - prayers that you may always move forward to higher and nobler heights. Such is my pride in your accomplishments - and such are my prayers for you. Finally, what about tomorrow ' s dreams and tomorrow’s work? Let me suggest as a guide these lines from Henry Van Dyke: Let me but do my work from day to day, In field or forest, at the desk or loom, In roaring market-place or tranquil room; Let me but find it in my heart to say, When vagrant wishes beckon me astray, ' This is my work; my blessing, not my doom; Of all who live, I am the one by whom This work can best be done in the right way. Then shall I see it not too great, nor small, To suit my spirit and to prove my powers; Then shall I cheerful greet the laboring hours, And cheerful turn, when the long shadows fall At eventide, to play and love and rest, Because I know for me my work is best.

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1958 CLASS HISTORY It was the sixth day of September, 1952, a calm, peaceful, autumnal day, radiant with the sunshine of hope, cheer, and joyous promise, that the good ship L.H. Foster High School stood at anchor at the wharf of a new school year. It was the same ship that had carried many passengers to safe harbor in the Land of Great Wisdom and Useful Living. Many persons watched with anxiety as the one hundred forty-seven hopeful young students stepped aboard to set sail on a new voyage in quest of The Fountain of Perfect Under¬ standing. There were naturally a few cases of seasickness and many were tempted to throw arith¬ metic, geography, and some of our other best belongings overboard in times of rough sea. As our voyage continued, we came across many islands of disappointments. The first island claimed eighteen of our fellow classmates, causing us to be gin with one hundred twenty-five members in September, 1953. This, the second year voyage, made us realize that the acquiring of an education is not as easy as some may expect it to be. During this year the Vocational Exploratory Course helped us to recognize the fundamentals and importance of the various departments of our school. September, 1954, in the ninth grade, one hundred seven of our former group had become more accustomed to high school life and had settled down to select and to begin following our individual high school curriculums. Our teachers were very informative in helping each person to select the curriculum of his choice and capability. The school year of 1955-56, was anxiously awaited as eighty-ought of us began our voyage for the fourth time. Many of us could hardly await our first opportunity to take French I, and others were eager to become members of new extracurricular activities . In the fall of 1956-57, we set sail again, sixty-nine of us, full of energy, vigor, and vitality. Three of our most competent faculty members were assigned as our Junior Advisors. This was a joyous year as we worked diligently in making plans for the Junior-Senior Prom. Oriental Garden -what could have been a better theme for our enchanted affair. A la fin ? The school year 1957-58! Here we considered ourselves dignified seniors. We were unhappy to start the year with only fifty-nine shipmates. We elected our class officers as follows: President, Shirley Austin; Vice President, Thomas Quarles; Secretary, Shirley Rather; Parliamentarian, Christine Davis; Assistant Secretary, Lucille Fields; Treasurer, Edward Thompson; Chaplain, Christine Jackson; Reporter, Thelma Hobbs. It was the honor of the senior class to have Thelma Hobbs elected Miss Homecoming for 1957-58. Linwood Green Marian Fitzgerald Roosevelt Birchette Not to know what has been transacted in former times is to be always a child. If no use is made of the labors of past ages, the world must remain always in the infancy of knowledge. -Cicero