Onancock High School - Trident / Beacon Yearbook (Onancock, VA)

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CLASS As one gazes through the classroom window into the raven night outside, the blazing light beaming overhead adds to the warmth of the evening. A self image is cast upon the glass reflecting a figure clad in cap and gown as you see yourself for the last time in the role of an undergraduate in high school. A quick glance at the calendar to your left reveals the date June, 1962 and confirms your circumspection. The beam of the hanging light reflects vague outlines upon the window, recognized by you as fellow class¬ mates preparing for their final walk down the familiar halls. You stand in front of the window, now, no longer of glass, but a mirror of time retracing the steps of the previous four years, when you and your classmates emerged from the summer sand as Freshmen. Sporting beanies and thrilled with the recognition of being called Freshmen, we thrust upon the faculty the near impossible task of setting the wheels of education into motion in the minds of the frustrated youth. We held our first class elections producing well-qualified executives--Albert Parker, President; Margaret Elliott, Vice-President; Frankie Dorsch, Secretary-Treasurer. Athletic tryouts were the main topics of conversation throughout the year, and many of our friends had vivid accounts of their first game in football, basketball, track, softball, or baseball; an envied few attended the Athletic Ball. Our freshman year was the initial kick-off year for our four-year campaign of money raising. Bakes and dances were crowded into our agenda as a hectic freshman year ended on the note of a joyous hayride. After a much needed and welcomed summer vacation, we returned shedding our beanies and cloaked in the robe of the novice. David Belote, President; Johnny Kellan, Vice-President; Margaret Ann Boggs, Secretary; andOtha Lewis, Treasurer, took over the administrative chores of our class. Cheerleading tryouts proved successful for two of our girls who were joined the following year by three more from our class. Several new recruits were added to the varsity football roster; new representatives were added to the bas¬ ketball and track teams; and with the cracking of the bat, the baseball and softball teams were given a helping hand by the sophomore members. The majority of our girls became proud members of the F.H.A. and Tri-Hi-Y this year. Our piggy bank showed signs of splitting down the middle as our money fund expanded. A hayride closed the ledger on a second year of high school, and we passed our novice robes to the new Sophomores, while we looked forward to being ring-bearing Juniors. The last winds of August found us riding the waves into our eventful junior year. Naturally our first concern was selecting class rings. After this major issue was decided, we traditionally chose our class officers--Carol Wray, President; Barry Mears,Vice-President; Judy Mears, Secretary; Norman Selby, Treas¬ urer; and Stella Taylor, reporter. With the election of co-editors and a staff, we dipped our hands into the printer ' s ink for the first time, with the publication of the school newspaper, VOICE OF THE CAMPUS. Next, y e dived headlong into the campaign of more money raising, for this year we sponsored the Junior- Senior Prom. Bakes, dances, and the selling of stationery and cards were frequent happenings. With the coming of the sport season, the great day arrived--our rings came! For almost a week the whole junior class rode on a bouncing bubble of elation. This year marked the start of a Beta Club. Just before the crys of Play Ball filled the air with spring, the junior play, THE BUS STOPS HERE was presented under the direction of Mr. Authur K. Fisher. With the coming of May flowers our prom was given with the title, Under the Magnolias. It was truly a lovely and gala affair and all who attended will have lucid memories of it for years to come. As June peeked from behind the rose buds, we said good-by to the seniors and accepted that name with honor. September came all too quickly and once again we walked through the familiar doors of high school, but maybe this time with our heads held a little bit higher than before. An annual staff was selected, as we were responsible for publishing the BEACON this year. With great delight we christened our new annual room, and it proved valuable for our work. The senior executives were elected--Karen Padgett, President; David Belote, Vice-President; Suzanne Scott, Secretary, and Margaret Ann Boggs, Treasurer. We soon 18

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ANNUAL STAFF Editor - Albert Parker Associate Editor - Karen Padgett Junior Class Editor - Johnny Rogers Business Managers - Margaret Ann Boggs Cherry Lynn Scott Photography Editors - Suzanne Scott David Belote Art Editors - Otha Lewis Edward Colonna Carla Williams Sports Editors - Rita Smullin Mac Smith Society Editors - Billy Hickman Margaret Elliott Typists - Peggy Hundley Norman Selby Veronica Lewis Carol Wray Frank Dorsch Sponsor - Nancy R. Senn 17

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HISTORY found ourselves ordering name cards, invitations and thank-you notes, impressing on our minds the nearness of graduation. Athletics seemed especially important, for everyone knew it was the last time we would play together. Preparing for the annual took up a main portion of the year. We elected committees, chose a cover, took picture after picture, and decided to whom the annual would be dedicated. Seniors attended their last Athletic Ball and said a fond farewell to their high school sport careers. PICK A DILLY was the title of our senior play and was produced under the direction of Miss Mary Glenn Poarch. Soon afterward, College Entrance Board Examinations dominated the scene of quite a few seniors. With the arrival of our caps and gowns, and a beautiful prom given by the junior class, we knew it was time for graduation to signal the end of a fun-filled Senior year. The togetherness we have shared for the past four wonderful years will soon be but a fond memory, as graduation will find us each following a different path down the winding road of life. But if we remain keepers of our faith, our laughter, and our hope, keep the words of the following poem by Emily Dickenson deeply embedded in our hearts, we can obtain the ultimate goal of life--happiness. If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain: If I can ease one life the aching, Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin Into his nest again, I shall not live in vain. Karen Padgett 19