Newport News High School - Anchor Yearbook (Newport News, VA)

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THE ANCHOR 23 Class Poem The old school bells clear peal has called The Seniors’ last command No more in the old Assembly Ilall Will meet the happy band. The wayward’s last rash deed is marked In the Teacher’s Record Book And memories clear will e’er remain Of the long fear’d angry look. No whisper of the foe’s approach Now passes through our class No troubled thought at midnight haunts For fear we may not pass No vision of the morrow’s strife, Our nightly dreams reveal, Of English class when forth we go To life’s great battle-field. Our four years’ course is crowned with work With earnest effort done : And when we’ve gone we’ll turn and say. “Yes, truly we have won.” Now out on Life we launch ourselves, As on a stormy sea, Where each must face the rolling waves, And mark his destiny. II. E. A., 12.

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THE ANCHOR for the deportment mark was blank; and just for this little thing. As before mentioned, our Latin class had three girls and ten boys, but it i.s doubtful if there ever has since been “strung together such a bunch.” One afternoon, the Latin teacher failed to come to class, so it was decided to have a little recre- ation of the kind mentioned above. First, Tac Hughes led a chorus of “Amer- ica” and other patriotic songs; and I am almost tempted to believe that dear little Scotty exhibited bis vocal abilities also. Then the girls showed the boys that they could use erasers and chalk. But that did not seem to be amusing enough, so when some one suggested tying ourselves in, we all jumped at it. Every one began gathering straps which we tied together. In all we had about fifteen yards of leather which we proceeded to attach to the knob of each of the two doors. Then being securely tied in, we resumed our program which con- sisted of vocal solos, duets and representations of our worthy instructors. “All ' s well that ends well” is true enough, but it was our luck to get caught. Miss Jones came upon us and quickly sent for Mr. Dutrow. Nothing was said or done to punish the participants and “nothing” appeared on the “reports.” It was in this year that the boy’s began to jingle pocket money and candy went sailing around in great abundance until the end of our “four years.” The physics class also was a part of the Junior work and what good times we did have making experiments. Then too, our French and German was started and every now and then we struck out phrases in those languages. But the best of all our years is the one which is called “Senior.” When we became noble seniors, we stepped upon the last rung of our ladder of public school education. We were near the top of that steep hill and we could look with pleasure and pride upon the rocks and stumps below and feel that our hard work had accomplished something for us. That in overcoming the hard knocks and bumps we had gradually climbed higher and higher toward that long sought for goal, “our diploma,” symbolic of our victorious high school career. The first months of the term we had plenty of that fun so dearly cher- ished, but from February to May, most of us spent our spare time in prepara- tion for “our Annual” and Class Day Exercises. What fun we had in gather- ing our material and having our pictures taken. What laughs we enjoyed over the witty daffydils of our classmate Bob Binder, who would burst out, cleverly with some bit of witticism. Yes, we did have some little pleasure in between our papers for our English course. Oh ! such a number of papers and finally our essays, but, even if our work was hard, it is to be doubted if there is one among us who would not willingly live again his II. S. days and who did not leave this old building with sighs of regret and longing, for the hardships pass into obscurity and the joys and pleasures of those days stand out to us as happy remembrances of our lives.

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24 THE ANCHOR The “Senior” Music Cabinet ' All Alone” Euphemia Lawrence ‘Please Go Way and Let -Me Sleep” Claude Price ‘Blushing Rose” Emma Folkmann ‘Listen to the Mocking Bird” Allan Burcher ‘I’ve Lost My Heart, But 1 Don’t Care” Fred Robinson ‘My Heart’s in the Highlands” Florence Gillet ‘Day Dreams” Helen Turner ‘Baby Rose” Herbert Smith ‘Skeleton Rag” Morgan Patton ‘Sing Me to Sleep . . . . , Martha Walker ' In the Land of Harmony” Julian Krone ' Two Little Love Bees Richard Hamilton ' Meet Me in Spooney Land” Margaret Jenkins ' That Daffydill Rag” Robert Binder ‘That Mysterious Rag” Ruth Powell ' You’ll Do the Same Thing Over Again”.- Ruth Ford ' Pony Boy” Ilogge Wilkinson ‘A Ring on the Finger is Worth Two on the Bell” William Scott ‘Come Get Your Hard ‘‘Tack” and Beans” Dudley Hughes ‘Never Again” Nielson Turner ‘Gee, 1 Wish That I Had a Girl” Bernard Booker ' Will You Come Into My Parlor. Said the Spider to the Fly”. .Goldie Garner ' All That I Ask is Love” Elroy Llewellyn ' When I’m Alone r ' m Lonesome” Eunice Andrews