Oak Hill High School - Oak Leaf Yearbook (Virgilina, VA)

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Now that we reach the climax of high school, which is graduation, we are able to see in the distance broader horizons than we have ever seen before. And now as we leave our Alma Miter, may we strive to live up to the ideals and Christian character that have been instilled in us at dear old Oak Hill High. ELEANOR PITTARD, Historian Class of '52 In the year of nineteen forty A class of over forty, All bright and glistening, Were ready to start listening, To the good advice Of their teachers so nice. An odd class this was true, But never would you catch them blue. Nineteen girls and twenty-four boys Were to experience these new coming joys, With a grand teacher this year To give advice for all to hear. Now, in this year of fifty-two, Oak Hill High, we are through To start out a new life And to use our teachers' good advice. So, Oak Hill, here's to you! Take now the next classes on through. We Wish them luck in every way So that they can face the world of today. PRATT WINSTON, Poet

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Dear Diary, September 1948, is probably the beginning of one of the most important of our school years, for now we are freshmen in high school. I wish you could picture this class as I visualize it now, when it first enters this hall of learning. Our eyes turn toward graduation but many with one consent have begun to make excuses. The first says, I am in poor health, therefore I cannot graduate. The second says, I am needed to work at home, therefore I cannot graduate. A third says, I am dull and cannot learn. I pray thee have me excused. And still another says, I am going to be married and, therefore, I need not graduate. So, thus has our class decreased in number until the whole number at the end of the year is nineteen. Dear Diary, With the coming of September 1949, those who were lucky enough to pass the great disaster of final examinations in the Spring before received the name of Sophomores. Mrs. Stover Long is our advisor this year. Dear Diary, It is the fourth day of September 1950, a calm, peaceful, autumn day, radiant with the sunshine of hope, cheer, and joyous promise that we the juniors come forth. Our class officers this year are: President, Frances Wilkinson, Vice-President, Eunice Roysterg Secretary and Treasurer, Eleanor Pittard. Our junior play entitled, The Antics of Andrew, went off splendidly under the direction of Miss Betsy Boney, our homeroom teacher. Among our tasks this year was that of the junior-Senior Banquet. It was enjoyed tremendously by each person who attended. Dear Diary, The long looked for year has finally arrived and we take the position of dignified Seniors. Does it not seem hard to realize that we, the class of '52, confronting you in all its strength and beauty, with its wealth of experience written on its features, was ever a class of Freshmen with nothing in their brains but nonsense? That class of Freshmen is now a class of thoughtful Seniors. Our advisor this year is Mrs. S. M. Watkins. Our officers include: President, Frances Wilkinson, Vice-President, Charles Hart, Secretary and Treasurer, Eleanor Pittard. Our Senior Play, Bolts and Nuts, was presented in February. The juniors gave us a beautiful banquet in the Spring. It was enjoyed by all. Whom do we wish to thank? Our parents, who have striven to give us as many advantages as they could, our teachers, who have labored so faithfully with us during these twelve years, and all others who have succeeded at last in fitting us to meet 1ife's problems.

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