North View High School - Southside Echoes Yearbook (North View, VA)

Page 25 text:

SOUTHS IDE ECHOES 1 7 sweet, peeping from under that blue sun-bonnet, with those cute little brown eyes? She started some years ago at the bottom round on the ladder, but we are glad to see her as she grad- ually ascends the ladder to position and honor. It has been too hard for her to keep her head buried in between the backs of that old Geometry. Long has she hoped to be crowned with beau- tiful laurels, and to hear her Professor say: “Well done.” But, my! she has been such a mischievous little “kid.” She thought it was funny enough to make the moon laugh when she began to try some of those chemistry experiments — for instance, mixing equal parts of H N 0 3 and H 2 S 0 4 in a cup and pouring in a little turpentine. But the part that made her roll was when the acids exploded and burned big holes in the professor’s coat. She enjoyed laughing very much then. But, you just let her get less than ninety-seven on deportment and I bet she would walk on her bottom lip for a month. She says she never admired boys much, but when some of those cute little fellows came around, she couldn’t help from feeling a little tender spot in her heart for them, and she always gave them a cordial welcome. “Oh !” she says, “this is the brightest June I have ever spent. It seems to me that the sun shines brighter, the flowers are sweeter, the birds sing more cheerfully, and the days seem not more than thirty minutes long.” Perhaps she, too, is look- ing forward for one of those dear N. V. H. S. diplomas. May each one of our graduates be crowned with wreathes of Laurels, ever pure and sweet. HELEN RUSSELL Historian.

Page 24 text:

iG SOUTH SIDE ECHOES a coveted diploma of the North View High School. We are glad to congratulate her now she has gained her purpose. May she have her schoolmates to follow in the same path that she has already trodden. While she now begins her life’s journey, may she be crowned with much success. And yonder is our little “bean pole,” Lizzie Petty! Ah! we had almost forgatten that she was in existence. She has been so quiet and easy, — just like our little pet mouse. I wonder why she is stepping so lightly, and is wearing such a sweet smile on her face this bright June morning? Perhaps she is expecting to receive one of those dip- lomas, too. You had better step faster or else you will get here too late. Isn’t that a cute little hat she is wear- ing, with a blue and gold band around it? Yes, you have been true with your gold and blue, to your Alma Mater. Loddie ! child ! don’t you be peeping at me cross-eyed from under those glasses on your long nose, for I surely will not hurt you. No, Helen can’t do you any harm, for you have often showed her what the “characteristics” of those old logarithms are, and also where to put those little decimal points. Such friends are hard to find, and one would seldom see one like her in a whole day’s journey. “Blest be the tie that binds, our hearts in schoolmate’s love.” But only one thing “ailed” this girl. She didn ' t give the little “sap- head” boys a bit of encouragement. They were not quite up- to-date enough on Latin and French for her, I suppose. But why didn’t she go on and talk to them in plain English? (The echo repeats the query, “Why?”) Lozzie! girls, just look out the window and you will see that jolly little Helen Russell coming. Now doesn’t she look LIZZIE PETTY

Page 26 text:

Class $ropfjecj After a hard day’s work at school I retired early, hoping to get a much needed rest. But the desired slumbers were not realized. As I lay thinking about the events of the day, I seemed to fall into a stupor and then became unconscious. How long I remained that way I shall never know. I seemed to awake, but it was in spirit and not in body. My spirit had left its body and it seemed to float through the air. I looked at the body from which I had departed and the sight filled me with awe but it did not sadden me. On and on I floated until I came to a beautiful land, rich in fruits, grasses, and flowers, and peopled with beings whom I had never seen before, save in fancy. I hardly knew how I had gotten there. I wandered along the roadside, plucking here and there a flower from the many all around me. As I came to the turn of the road, I met an old man, slightly bent, but still strong and vigorous. He seemed to be in the best of humor. “My good sir,” I asked, “will you please tell me where I am, for I am lost in this delightful country?” The old man replied: “Miss, you are in Fairyland. I am the patron saint of the fairies. You are in the province of ‘What-is-to-be.’ While you are here, it is permitted you to know what is to happen to those who are near and dear to you.” Immediately my thoughts ran to my classmates, and I longed to lift the veil and see what the Future had in store for them. “Kind sir,” said I, “tell me of the members of the class of 1908 of the North View High School, what will become of them?”