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

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TH BEACON Published Monthly During the School Year by the Students of the Newport News High School Entered as second-class matter January 24, 1919, at the post office at Newport News, Va., under the Act of March 3, 1879. 15 Cents Per Copy TERM S: Advertising Rates Upon Application $1.00 Per Year EDITED BY G. Edward Travis Editor-in-Chief Evelyn Ryce Associate Editor Remington Chewning News Editor Frances Gray Literary Editor Norman Bradburn Athletic Editor Richard Nichols Art Editor Clyde Francis Lytle Genevieve BonnewelL Ex. Editor Adolph Lefkowitch Joke Editor Emanuel E. Falk Bus. Manager Asher Baker Adv. Manager Hilda Morris Circulation Manager Jack Gordon Alumni Editor Faculty Supervisor Winning the State It is done! We, the Newport News High School, have Championship! emerged victor in a contest in which defeat would have been an honor, but in which victory came to crown the zenith of foot ball enthusiasm. We have worked hard for two years to build up a team that would pave the way for the State Championship; and that would establish itself as the premier team in Virginia. We have backed the team unreservedly and whole heartedly, and it is good to feel that our confidence in them was not misplaced. It is a time not for a boisterous exuberance of spirit, or a showy display of feeling, but a time for silent thankfulness. Of course, it is only natural that we should feel elated over a victory that was so gloriously won, it is only natural that we should have that feeling of supremacy that comes with a victorious eleven, but with this feeling should be intermingled that of trust lived up to. The self conscious feeling that we have done all that was demanded of us, and that we have shown ourselves worthy of the sacred trust left for us to safeguard.

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THE BEACON 101 the house with Santy Claus all these years and didn’t even know it! Little Boy — I — I thought you lived at the North Pole! Santa Claus — That’s what people think! Little Girl (joyously)— No wonder he couldn’t bring us many things! He has so many peo- ple to visit and we don’t need much — we’ve got him! Little Boy — I’ve got it over those other people! Think he lives at the North Pole! No! No! And that old boy at school said there wasn’t any Santy Claus! Guess I know! I’m his son! Little Girl (hugging Santa Claus) — Oh haven’t we got the Grandest Daddy ? Little Boy — You betcha life! Little Girl — But Daddy! Did you really eat a whole pig and a whole cow ? Santa Claus — Oh, no! That’s a joke! Little Girl — Oh, I see! Santa Claus — Sh-h-h! Somebody’s coming out of the shop! (He slips his mask in place.) (Nurse and her three Charges come out of the store.) Second Charge (aside to Nurse) — Look at that poor little girl and boy! Their coats are so old! (Nurse and Charges wave to Santa Claus.) (Exeunt.) Little Boy — Ain’t we the luckiest things! CURTAIN. J1 Christmas Bell Across the frosty air of night I heard a sound of pure delight; — How clear upon my ear it fell That chime, that joy, that Christmas bell. Ah! so cheerily it rings, What a thought of love it brings, Of the Christ child does it tell; Merry, tinkling, Christmas bell. He was born the world to save, Whose life of love and work He gave, May His strong will ever swell To the music of a Christmas bell. SARAH S. BERKELEY, June, ’21.

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THE BEACON 103 Men of the Squad, you have done yourselves proud! You have upheld the best traditions of an institution, which, though small, throbs with a vitality and a spirit that sweeps all before it. As the Spartan mother of old told her son to come back with a victory or be brought back on a shield, so did we demand that you bring back a victory, and so did you fight with every ounce of energy and bring back the State Championship! Had you been the defeated instead of the victorious, our hearts would have still been with you. We should have welcomed you with hearty handshakes and outspoken praise, for we were confident that you would give the best that was in you. We revel in the satisfaction of knowing that you won the game fairly and squarely. We recognize in you the true symbols of sportsmanship that stand for the highest ideals in Man. Glad are we that there is no taint of unfairness to mar the sweetness of victory. Better, far better to have gone under in defeat with colors streaming and veins pulsating with the desire to win only in a square way, than to have emerged with a victory won by unfair means. Coach Webb, words are too scarce and language too feeble for us to properly express the feeling nearest our hearts for you. It was you who served as the ideal and inspiration for the Squad. It was you, who, unselfish of your time and energy were directly responsible for our greatest honor. Coach Webb, gentleman of the highest order, we honor you as the first man coaching the first high school team to officially win the State Championship of Virginia! Scrubs, those who sacrificed their ambitions that others might be more perfect in their game, all praise is due you in helping to turn out this team. Unselfishly you gave your time for the school, and unselfishly we give our praise in recognition of your worthiness. Men, we again salute you as the first foot ball team in Virginia today. We again honor you as the first team to officially win the foot ball Champion- ship of the State! Plagiarism If variety is really necessary for the provision of the “spice of life” it may easily be found among the ranks of thieves, although the desirability of such a type of diversity is indeed questionable. As you all know, there are many more than “fifty-seven varieties” of thieves and among them is the plagiarist. This type of thief is one of the worst of all the band, even though his plan of work may not be on the Jesse James scale. Any original literary piece which a person has produced belongs peculiarly to that person, for if the feeling expressed is genuine, the utterance is really a part of the author. And to steal away this property which is so jealously guarded by the author, to take upon himself the honor of its composition, to affix his own signature — this is the work of the plagiarist! What could be more despicable, more utterly contemptible, more cowardly! Let everyone regard the plagiarist with the utmost scorn! Let him forever be an outcast from honorable society! The plagiarist has no honor; perhaps that is why he tries to steal it. But he only succeeds in gaining dishonor. Besides, he is robbing himself of the belief which others place in his integrity, in his truthfulness, and most of all, the faith which others have in his good name. What does Shakespeare say concerning this ?