New Hanover High School - Hanoverian Yearbook (Wilmington, NC)

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Senior Cl ass Edward Westbrook College Prep.: Hi-Y; Basketball Squad (3); Basketball Team (4); Football Team (4). His Very fool has music in il. Vera Virginia Dare Wilkins College Prep. Mistress of herself though China fall. Gladys Hansen Williams General; Class President (4). For she has such a face and such a mien, That to be loved had only to be seen. Inez Veneta Williams College Prep. In maiden meditation , fancy free. Marion Budd Williams General. O blest with temper whose unclouded ray Can malfe tomorrow cheerful as today. Christiana Foy Wood General. Her voice was ever soft. Gentle, and low, an excellent thing in woman. Page twenty-six

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History of the Senior Class of 21 Listen, my children, and you shall hear, Not of the ride of Paul Revere, But of the Class of ' 21 And the wonderful, wonderful things they have done. ADIES and gentlemen and others, lend me your ears. This is a true history of the trials and tribulations, the perils and escapes, the joys and the sorrows, the victories and the defeats of the Class of ’21. All ye who are, or are going to be freshmen, sophs, juniors and seniors, listen and learn! For truly this is a wonderful class. (Mr. Little will attest to that.) Well: This batch of future presidents, professors, orators, statesmen, et cetera, et cetera, entered the sacred precincts of the W. H. S. on the morning of the first of October, 1917. They were very confident in themselves, but that was about as far as it went. They cer¬ tainly did not have any confidence in anyone else. For hadn’t they heard of the terrors of Mr. Little, and were they not going to have five teachers instead of one? One was bad enough, but five! Did they enter in fear and great trembling? Let me pause to inform you, dear listeners, that they most certainly did. After classes were arranged it was worse. For were not the Hemenway and Union students mixed up together? And wasn’t it widely known that a chronic state of warfare existed between these two domi¬ ciles of learning? Yea, it was known but not heeded. What did our worthy (?) prin¬ cipal or our five also worthy (?) teachers care? Not a ghost of a whiff! Nay, less than that, nothing at all! But it must be as it was. So they buried the hatchet and buried it deep, with grim ceremonies, and all sang a hymn of friendship instead of a hymn of hate. (“And a pleasant time was had by all.”) So passed freshman. And for the benefit of future generations let me inform my hearers that this was also the year (A. D., 1917) that the ears of the feminine animal, commonly known as woman, dis¬ appeared from the earth. During sophomore everyone was so occupied in looking wise and solemn (some even adopted horn-rimmed spectacles for this purpose) and in showing off their fine airs that there was no time for anything else. So this was a rather uneventful year. But along about the first of May they caught the rumor of the junior-senior banquet. Knowing that the following year they would have to prepare one (perhaps), they hung around and peeked at the juniors to see what they were doing, but were unceremoniously told to move on, and I need not say they did. Vowing vengeance for this, they passed sophomore. Now came that much desired goal—junior! This year they would give a wonderful banquet, and would tell the lesser lights (meaning by this, the sophs and freshies) to move on, even as they had been told. So nothing was done during junior but plan for this delight which it seemed was to rival the feasts of Alexander in gorgeousness. At last Page tu enl))-eight