Petersburg High School - Missile Yearbook (Petersburg, VA)

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due, some were high school graduates, and out of these I found some of the best friends I have ever known. The buses took us three miles to Fort George G. Meade. Here all C. C. C. enrollees are conditioned for a certain period to see if they are fit men for the Civilian Conservation Corps. You undergo a hard examina- tion, work hard and eat rough. It is here that many slackers desert and spread the tales of the hardships that they are compelled to endure. The man who tells you of the faults is the one who can't take it, and runs away during the conditioning period. I stayed here three weeks, during which time I was issued clothing, a kit consisting of needles, thread, thimble, shaving cream, razor with blades, soap box, soap and comb. As rough as it was, food was abundant, with butter and potatoes com- pleting our menu. Work was also plentiful. During my stay I collected garbage, dug ditches, set up targets, broke rock, and K. P'd. At the end of three weeks I was placed in an assignment of three enrollees to be ship- ped to Speedwell, Va. We got up at three a. m., took a bus to the electric train at Odenton, rode to Washington, and boarded a southwest bound train at six in the morning. We passed Alexandria and the trip down the Valley of Virginia took us from six in the morning until four-thirty that evening. The train went over high tressles from mountain top to mountain top, through tun- nels, and over picturesque streams iinally reaching Wytheville, Virginia. The mountains seemed impossible to penetrate from Roanoke to Wytheville, yet the train succeeded. We were met by a C. C. C. boy in an army truck at Wytheville who said we had fifteen miles to go to Speed- Well, and then three miles to camp. I stated that the train's course seem- ed impossible, but I really believe that that camp was set back in hills that no mortal man had ever dared enter before. For after reaching Speedwell we went over three miles that was no road at all but rock, nar- row passes and sides of mountains that made us look horizontal with the sky. Back in these mountains I found a modern camp with an enrollment of one hundred and forty-five men. This completes my circle of the Old Dominion but it was just the be- ginning of adventures that I hope to relate to you in the future. I would like to tell of the work I did in the army oiice, of the camp life, the strange characters I met in both camp and hills, of how I taught Sunday school at the Holiness church at Henpeck Hollow, how I viewed three states from the Lookout Tower at Corner's Rock, how I participated in a bloody feud Page twenty T H E M I S S I LE

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a lump rose in my throat and my eyes became watery. They were happy, they were at home, while I was alone, unknown and friendless, knowing not where I was going or if I should ever see my home again. Within gaiety-without sorrow-the futility of life! The rest of the evening was uneventful with the exception of a little blonde who politely stated she would have little to do with tramps and especially uurchins of the C. C. C. Out into the blackness of the bay we traveled until the distant shores were only visible by beacons guiding the ships, on their course. The sky is never so beautiful as it is in the nocturnal shadows on the obscured waters of the Chesapeake. Our sleeping quarters were below the deck amid the steam pipes of the boat, that were approximately 100 degrees at all times. I went to bed at eleven o'clock but couldn't sleep in that terrific heat. Upon hearing peals of thunder and feeling the rock of the boat several hours later, I dressed and returned to deck. We had come into a severe storm. The lightning leaped and lunged across the skyg the rain and wind swept the deck. A steward on watch ordered me back into the boat as it was un- safe up there. The early morning found us six back on deck waiting to see the sun rise. We came upon another passenger boat that had been rammed by a freighter loaded with bricks. The Governor of Maryland and other Wash- ington officials were aboard, but had been rescued by navy planes and coast guards. Early that morning we docked in Baltimore, Md., where we had an- other long wait, as we had no instructions as what was to happen here. The negroes who had been separated from us on boat were with us again. After about an hour had elapsed a man walked into the waiting room and told us to come with him. We were escorted to the railroad station about two blocks from the docks. Here we all were placed in one car of a special train. If you have noted, I stated earlier that we were placed in separate cars in Richmond Cone for the white and one for the coloredb but now we were north of the Mason and Dixon line. The electric train ran between Washington and Bal- timore, taking us approximately half way to Odenton, Md. Here we were met by buses which were also waiting for a southbound train loaded with enrollees from Pittsburgh. They soon arrived and let me tell you, brother, that was the toughest looking crew of men north of Hades. Illiterates and tramps from the slums of Pittsburgh. But I shall give credit where it is THE MISSILE Page nineteen

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at Ivanhoe, of my weird adventures in the haunted taverns at Tarrapin Neck, how I tripped the light fantastic or did the cake walk at Cripple Creek, Va., and of my light-hearted affairs with the little blonde at Sugar Grove, Va. I have much to tell of the Galax Fair, the game drives, forest fire fighting, and a thousand other things like the hunt for the escaped madman from the Marion asylum. In conclusion I would like to add that I returned home with an hon- orable discharge, excellent references, and very little money. QJVE Hometown Touring By F. Booth Uzzle Resolved: to see our city fair, To wander in its colorful streets. Seeing all the products of fall: Trees arrayed with motley splashes Of yellow, brown, golden redg And freshly painted houses, too. What's prettier than a home With greenish trimming, painted white? Lawn well trimmed, shrubs well kept, With shining windows, spacious porch, A place for me and a place for you Beside its glowing fireside. Turning a corner we gasp for breath 3 For-behold-a block of surpassing beauty! Someone's dream house is just that. Across the way, a lovely yard. Often we are glad that we Resolved to see our city fair. T H E M I S S I L E Pig-2 twenty-0110