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

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The hot sultry day would soon be over, Phoebus and his fiery steeds were slowly sinking to rest, a cooling breeze was playing gently through the bushes and gladdening the hearts of our weary caravan. All the day long we had been travel- ing through the barren wastes of the desert and we were glad to see before us a village, where we might find rest and shelter for the night. As we neared the village we were told by our guide that there was a strange and mysterious woman visit- ing the town at that time, who astounded many people by her strange and wonderful deeds. Being very much interested in such people. I decided I would visit her and see what she could tell me. On entering the room I was much dazzled by the many ornaments upon the wall. In the center of the room reclining on a couch was this beauti- ful woman. In her hand she held a crystal maze in which she was gaz- ing; from this she read strange pic- tures of the future. Being much in- terested in the future of my class mates, I asked that she tell me some of her strange prophecies. After look- ing at me for a while, she wiped the crystal and started talking in a weird voice. The interior of an auditorium crowded with eager young faces pic- tured itself. On the stage was a very large man who was conducting what seemed to be an ass embly in a High School. The auditorium looked very familiar and then listening to the speaker I recognized him to be none other than my old class mate Winifred Topping. He had succeeded Mr. Alex- ander as principal of my “Alma mater.” After realizing this was the same old school, I looked to see if there was anyone I knew. Why even

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THE BEACON 27 last year, we feel as if we want to be Seniors forever; to go over the excit- ing class meetings and entertainments — even lessons. But there is a bright side to every- thing — and the future to look forward to. Then when we are settled into our different ways of life, we can all look back, ever “Ready and steady, Loyal, but heady, Boosting for our old High.”

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THE BEACON 29 Miss Jones had vanished from the school. But who was that blooming young teacher sitting over there where Miss Jones used to sit? Why it is Ruth Scott. She is teaching the “United States History” in Miss Jones’ place. This picture faded away and another took its place. I was looking into one of the big- gest libraries in the country. In one corner I saw a group of very shy young ladies pouring over a book. When they finished I looked to see what had kept them so intensely ab- sorbed. I saw it was a book on “How to Carry on Lively Conversations.” I looked to see who its autnor was and found it to be edited by two of my class mates, Margaret Mahone and Marjorie Langslow. I picked up another book and was surprised to see it was written by another of my class mate, Esther Nathanson. I im- mediately looked at the title and saw it was, “How to Pronounce Words Distinctly.” Why our class had given three of the greatest authorities to the world. This picture quickly faded, giving place to a scene in one of the world ' s greatest carnivals. Being much inter- ested in these, I decided I would look into a few of the shows. The one that seemed to attract my attention the most, was “The Four Wonders of the World.” I was told that the four wonders were the tallest couple in the world, the pigmy, and a woman that never smiled. As I entered the tent I was aston- ished to recognize the tallest cou- ple as Elizabeth Pitchett and Julius Fennigsohn. Passing on I perceived the pigmy to be Howard Tall. Then I went and stood before the woman that never smiled and behold! She is Flor- ence Mirmelstein. I did not quite comprehend how those strange wonders came to pass. When I knew Elizabeth and Julius they were very small. Upon inquiring I found that they had taken some patent medicine prescribed by Dr. Fayette Cline. I never thought that Fay would ever be a patent medicine doctor. This pic- ture vanished and gave way to the twinkling lights of another. I was hurriedly walking up Broad- way in New York. Standing on a soap box at the corner was a wo- man proclaiming at the top of her voice “Woman’s Rights.” I was very much amused at the many gestures that she was using, and when she faced me I saw that she was my old class mate, Ann Christiansen. Then I remembered the way Ann use to throw her hands around when she re- cited in English. At last she had found real use for her gestures. But stop! Who was the meek little man standing by her box holdin g her papers? Well, I declare, it is Tucker Scott! He had achieved an ambition for carrying the latest suffragette pamphlets around with one of the most renowned speakers. As I passed on down the street a very attractive sign caught my attention. Itwas MISSES ESSIE BOOKER and VIOLETTA WILSON HAIR DRESSING PARLOR I collected my wits and tried to remember where I had heard those names before. Oh, yes, they were two of my old class mates. Very much dazed with the old acquaintances I happened to see, I almost forgot where I was. Just then someone tapped me on the shoulder and said, “Lady, would you mind giving a few pennies to help give the poor children a Christmas Dinner?!” I immediately saw that she was a Salvation Army Girl, but where had I ever seen those sparkling brown eyes and that cheer- ful smile before? But before I had