Petersburg High School - Missile Yearbook (Petersburg, VA)

Text from Pages 1 - 144 of the 1950 volume:

L PETERSBURG PUBLIC LIB 3001 9100 059 757 2 Res Rm Petersburg High 050 School . N691 The Missile. (1950) c. 1 Petersburg Public Library Petersburg, VA 23303-4257 Missile PETERSBURG HIGH SCHOOL PETERSBURG, VIRGINIA Vol. xxxvm M A Y — 1 9 5 0 No. 1 C O N T E N T S Clas,s Poem — .Senior Pictures — Clubs Petersburg High School — PAST and PRESENl ' Foresvord 3 Petersburg High School, 1868-1907 . Richard Daxns Cioff 5 The .Story of P. H. S.. 1907-1942 Dorothy McCaleb 7 Contentment Bob Haines 9 Petersburg High School, 1942-1949 Wade Temple 11 P. H. S. Buildings— Old and Nesv Joan Eoans 19 Departments in Reviesv .... Frances Reese 21 .Athletics in Petersburg High School Weldon Smith 25 School Publications ATncy Deibert 29 .Activities of Petersburg High Kathleen Lamt)ert and Nancy Waggoner 33 Nature Frank Perkins 36 LITERARY S E C T I O N Itterary Award Dale Richards 39 .A Eriend .... John B. yi ' illiams 40 .An International Eaux-Pas Gail Teese 41 Nature Iarics Anne T unstall 42 I. SjJi ' ing ii. My Love Lost in the Blizzard 43 Snakes Paul Fa mb 44 .A Sleeping Be.s.utv Jim Morris 45 Nesv A ' ork 46 O Shame! O Woe! Jerry McCulloch 47 .All These Bring God To Me Dolly Daxns 48 Tong Impressions Yvonne Havelock 49 Eru.stratio.n Gail Teese 50 I. Land-locked in The Call Curiosity ■ . Fred Bisger 51 Mv Sister’s Big Mouth .... Dolly Daxns 53 .A Summer’s A ' acation .... ]im Morris 54 A’outh Dolly Dax ' is 54 4 HE Arrosv George Harx’ey 55 Loo Late .... Mary Williams 56 .An Embarra,ssing Moment Nancy Deibert 57 Morning John B. Williams 58 No Hits, No Runs, No Hair Jerry McCulloch 58 The Eatal Prank Betty Ncuice 59 The Pianist Joyce Cohen 60 .Advertising, The Modern Pied Piper Billy Allen 61 Sonnets: i. “Sjjring” Shep Mondy 62 ii. “The Change of Day’’ Joanne Stex ens 62 The Party Dorothy McCaleb 63 Like A River Foulie Ridenour 64 Old Man River Paul Famb 65 Moonrise Fena Simmons 66 Musing Joanne Stevens 66 Issued annually in May by the Students of Petersburg High Sehooi, Peters- burg, Va. Subscription Bates: $1.00 a copy; 7.1c advance subscription. Editorial Staff F,I)1TOR-I -ChII K GEORGE HI EGHENS HARVEY . SSOr l ATKS WADE JE I I EEMl ' LE FRANCES RENMCK REESE NANG’S lV. GGONER KA I HLEEN IVHEELER LAMBERT DORO I HI TMSTEAl) McCALEB N.SNCl ELLER I ON DEIBER l )OAN MERRILL EVANS [. WELDON SMIT H RIC HARD DAMS C.OFF Business Staff Managfr ROBERT J.SMES MORRIS. ]R. Assistams !• RANGES KA l HRIN . C;EL JOS GE SS BIL COHEN SUSAN McCRACKEN SEAS RD MARjORIE [OV UNC,ER SALLIE JE.SN SLATGH I ER SHIRLEY S’Al ' GHAN SEWARD BARBARA HILL FLOWERS ROBERT BRADLEY SCOT T T HOMAS SVALKER CtAT ES CONST ante ANNE FOCKLER |LNE CAROLS N GREEN NORMA MOORE S SONNE H SS’ELOCK SAMUEL N. LOSS RS . JR. ROBER I SSTLLl.SMS HAINES. JR. Sf.c ri I ARi ro Bi sim ' ss Staff SSLSTA LS NN REAMES Circulation Staff ClRClFMTON MwAC.FR MARC.ERY LLOSD .■SSSTSIANFS SS I N NT FRED ANN I HORNBER IRSSTN ST ANLEY GOLDBERG I ' RES rON LESMS MIN ION Art Staff . rt Ediior JENNIE H. Me BRIDE .Sr iTSTS ELEANOR HARSS ELL HARRISON MOSLEY ET HRIDCT, Jl LIAN CONRAD CABANTSS DONALD SSTNN JAMES ROBERT SSTLLIAMS HAINES. JR. HAROLD B. CRUTCHFIELD. JR, JOSEPH HOSKINS Photographic Staff Edffor ERI.INE PULI.ES .SSSISTANTS RU.DOLPH SPAIN CALSTN HOSVERTON Staff Phofoc.rai’iifrs ALBERT ' EUC,ENE McOSNTS DON.SLD EARLY T R.SS LOR JOSEPH LASS RENT E KOI RON Faculty Advisers Lfier r MR. H. AUGUSI US MILLER. JR, Business MR. J.SMES SV. SUTHERLAND ClRCUF IK)N MR. S. SV. LLOS D .Sdmsfr IT) Staff ITioroi.RAi’iiFRs MR. EDMUND B. CONC.DON xiuuxa ScLo[ Senior Section ig o Patricia Susan Bain Gilbert Franklin Scott Shirley F. Williams Barbara Ann Fciwarcis Nancy Nixon Phelps Preston l ewis Minton Winifred Mac Dunnavant William Clarence Williams Nancy Ellerton Deibert Herbert Preston Harrison Jean Ann Fear Nanev Virginia McLeod Steel John McAllister Betty jane Simmons Clinton Scott Crostic Sylvia Lvnn Reames Robert Claiborne Atkins Loulic Parker Ridenour Paul Howard Lamb III Shirley lave Hill Rex Carlton Hovle Helen Fli abctii Hesse William Joseph Allen. Jr. Gloria Ann Day Vincent Edward Zappulla Dorothy Louise Stewart John E verette Cates Ann Joyce Downing Charles Francis Holleman Roy Alburt McC-ulloch Gerald Irving McCulloch I homas Marvin Pond Nolton Johnson lackson. Jr. Janies Hamilton Haskins William Meade Haskins Joyce Ann Turner Lucy Jane I’inklcton Barbara Jean Walker James Bobby Currin Imis Marid Made Ann Gray Fischer Betty Bowden Bullock Willie Mae Morgan Rudolph William Cogle William Hugh Agee Lola Joyce Vaughn Joanne Maclin Stevens Elizabeth Bundle Joyce Gaynelle Lanier George Larkin Dobson, Jr. Robert Blackwell Jolly Joyce Ann Gill Beulah Lee Watson Anist Elizabeth Tucker Ann Caroline Wolhucter William Briggs Brockwell ' inccnt Lawrence Duran Barbara Jeanette Hood Barbara Jean Short Dewey Gay Harrison Joyce Conwac Bonghton Rohert James Morris, Jr. Howard Keith Mizelle Barbara Joyce McFarland V onue Hayclock Mildred Erline Pulley Horace Mann. Ill Kenneth Maxwell Holt Geraldine Ellen Tahash William Porter Hutto Barbara Gray Newsom Mary Davidina Partin Neil Rudolph Spain Ired Bennett Bisger Emma Spotswood Land Jean Prances Elmore Gloria Dean Kirkland Gail Teese Edgar Allan Ramsey, III Raymond Douglas Tyus Nancy Lee Bugg Polly Leath Nancy Corohn Butler Margery Lloyd Robert Edward Pittard, Jr. Horace Edward Costley, Jr. .Nancy Elizabeth Jordan Ann Warrington Tunstall Mildred . nn Dayis Nancy Waggoner Eranklin Green Perkins, Jr. Russell Gerald Blankenship Prances Kathryn Agel Prances Rennick Reese Susan McCracken Seward David Harvey Graham Robert Williams Haines, Jr. Judith Lloyd Morris Nfary Elizabeth Williams Joel Thomas Blankenship Lffie Jeannine Elovvers josepli Lawrence Kofi on. Jr. Julia Nell Birdsong Helen Odell Pamplin Alvin Lee Sheffield Joyce Sybil Cohen Charles Prudcn Anderson, Jr. Virginia Lee Pickering John Robert Freeland Beverly Ann Wliiting Charles Carl Merten, Jr. Ann Travlor Fitzgerald Edward Neil Buntz, Jr. Kathleen Love O’Kennon Walter Walker Janet Einian I ' liomas Walker Gates Man Virginia Frank Sydnor William Thompson Ann Jacciueline Pond Gerald Philip Martin Dolly Grey Davis John Thomas Parish, III Vera Lorene Bryant John Bolling Williams Charlotte Ann Meredith John Herbert Butler William Edward Traylor Constance Arline Mvri(k Linwood Spencer Ozmore Katie Jeanette Nugent Hevcriy Jean Kimball Thomas Zarnba Ralph Gaidncv l.earnaicl Marv Hall Harrison Moselev Ediridgc Edward Archer I ' erkins, 111 Evelyn Radcliffe Edgar l,ewis Hogevood Jane Indiamae Hicks Alfred (Imigia Ciarter Barbara Rnth I.ong George Alphens Jones, Jr. Evelyn Juanita Harris Thomas Lee Lntas Lois Nixon Pettway James Edward Denson. Jr. Betty . nn Kidd Needham I homas Bass, Jr. Margie Ann Toth Ronald Leon l ink Jean Deloris Clumpier John Gilbert Norris Joan Elizabeth Hutchinson Frank Gilbert Childress, Jr. Virginia . nn ' 1 hompson Millard St. Clair Tyler Lena Frances Simmons Wade Jett Temple Jean Delores Hudgins (.laude Payne Westbrook Helen Louise Harrison Irving Mason Bowman Sarah Elizabeth Scarborough Edith Mae Moody George flutchins Harvey ' i ' nthia Ann Royal Wallace Franklin Pritchett Merle Morgan Jones Nfarjorie Ann Gibbs Mildred Harris Joseph Sheppard Mondy, Jr. Julia Elizabeth Spain Donald Early Traylor Barbara Louise Clarke Betty Jean Slicfficld Jane Bradley Spain ilarold B. Crutchfield. Jr. Lenora Anne Blankenship Hampden Staples Mann, Jr, Marjorie Joy Lnger Shirley Vaughn Seward Jeanette May Whitehead Powell Claude Westbrook Margaret Joyce Bolte Clabe Vebster Lynn, Jr. Elizabeth Maria Sirry Cdoria Jane Wall Kathleen Vheeler Lambert Mfred Eugene Jordan Patricia Frances Miles John Thomas Dawson, Jr. Barbara Hill Flowers Vance Millard Smith Nancy Lee Ezell Raymond Mann, Jr. Peggy Daugherty BEST LOOKING BETSY HESSE GILBERT RIDOUT BRAINIEST JEAN KIMBALL CL ABE LYNN BEST ATHLETES EDDIE HALBERT ANN FISCHER BEST“AlL“ROUNO WINNIE DUNNAVANT FREDDY BI5GER BEST LOOKING SYLVIA REAME5 BILLY ALLEN BIGGEST LOVERS RALPH ROGERS NANCY STEEL CRAZIEST BOB HAINES BARBARA NEWSOM BRAINIEST GEORGE HARVEY NANCY DEIBERT BEST ATHLETES MARJORIE GIBBS PRESTON HARRISON Missile Staff E(lit()r-i)i-Chief .. George Hutchens Harvey Busijiess Manager Robert James Morris, Jr. Circulation Man ager Margery Lloyd Art Editor Jennie McBride Photographic Editor Erline Pulley E acuity Advisers- —Literary -Mr. H. Augustus Miller, Jr. Business Mr. J. W. Sutherland Circulation Mr. A. W. Lloyd Phc tograph Mr. Edmund Congdon First Row Third Row Fourth Row lennv McBride Barbara Flowers Harrison Ethridge Jim Morris Jean Slaughter Donald James George Harvey Susan Seward Irwin Goldberg Margery Lloyd Erline I’ulley Frances Agel Pat VanHouten F’vonne Havelock Eleanor Harwell Connie Fockler •Ann Thurnber Second Row Shirley Seward Preston Minton Dorothy McCaleb Joyce Cohen Sonny Spain Nancy Waggoner Marjorie Unger Fifth Row Nancy Deibert Sam Lowry Joan Evans Tommy Gates Mr. H. A. Miller, Jr. Frances Reese Bobby Scott Mr. James Sutherland Kathleen Lambert Mr. A. W. Lloyd Dick Goff Wade Temple Mr. E. B. Congdon i Faculty Principal Assistant Principal Secretary Librarian Russell B. Gill H. Augustus Miller, Jr. Barbara Joyuer Gladys Barreto First Row Katherine Warner Elizabeth Davies Shirley Saunders Mary Moseley Frances Evans Helen Wilson Fourth Row E. B. Congdon William Gum Delores Peck Laura Meredith Janie Lee Reynolds Frances Morgan Ethel Armstrong Pauline Robertson H. S. Holmes James W. Sutherland Third Row Morgan S. Smart A. W. Lloyd Gladys Barreto Barbara Joyner Mary T. Perkins Georgia Wood B. F. Alexander Fifth Row H. .■ ugustus Miller. Jr. Ralph Stronach D. Pinckney Powers E. B. Smoot Horace Knight Philip Hassehander Carter Murphy Charles Carden I. B. Pittman Russell B. Gill Second Roil’ Mary Bailey Helen Scarborough Louise Andrews Evelyn Colie Gladys Wilkinson Frances Browning Senior Class Officers and Committees Ai) ’iser: Mr. H. Augustus Miller, Jr. February Class Officers President Bobby Atkins Vice-President Raymond Tyus June Class Officers President Vice-President ..Freddy Bisger George Harvey Left to Right Preston Harrison Svivia Reames George Harvey Mr. Miller Freddy Bisger Bobby .Ltkins Erline Pulley Rudolph Spain Student Council President Vice-President Secretary Faculty Adviser ... Rex Hoyle Frances Reese William Hutto ...Miss Elizabeth Davies First Row Preston Harrison Freddy Bisger Sarah Jane Ellis Bobby Atkins Frances Reese Rex Hoyle Bill Hutto Rosa May Boswell David Laushey Frances Sherry Secotid Row Miss Elizabeth Davies Jean Fear Nancy Butler Rose Marie Currin Connie Fockler Ronnie Smith Jack Gray Jerry de la Rosa Raymond Tyus Third Row fim Morris Bobby Scott Charles Snyder Katherine Capehart Kay Sullivan Gloria Kirkland Irw ' in Goldberg Frank Strailman Maurice Barlow Monitors Vail Semester President Vice-President Secretary Adxnser John Cates Preston Minton Louise Coffey Mr. H. S. Holmes Spring Semester President V ice-President Secretary Adviser Sandra Lee ....Preston Minton Louise Coffey Mr. H. S. Holmes Outside Kou’ of M Left to Right Jenny McBride Preston Harrison Barbara Flowers Pete apiilla Susan Sewari) Bol)by Adkins Bobby , tkins Freddy Bisger Robert Jolly Davidina Partin Paid Lamb Lena Simmons ‘Snookie VV ' awner Ann Day ■■Mfreil Jordon Cynthia Royal Kenneth Holt Jean Walker Allan Ramsey Bobby Blankenship Francis -Agel Nancy Waggoner Billy Brockwell Ann Downing Jimmy Kirkl and Laura Mae Reames Inside Row of M Left to Right “Winnie Dunnavant Pat Miles Bobby Berry Gilbert Ridout Sylvia Reames Barbara Newsom “Cig” Howerton Rosa May Boswell Jerry McCulloch Jerry Shreeve Louise Coffey Johnny Cates Preston Minton Gloria Kirkland Bobby Lockett Nancy Steel John McAllister Dorothy Stewart David Britt Betty Jane Simmons “Sonny” Spain Margery Lloyd Barbara McFarland The Band Director Mr. Ralph Stronach Student Director Louis Phelps Student Director Edward Hogwood First Row Third Row Fourth Row Lett to Right Mr. Stronach Robert Belvin Wallace Pritchett Bill Hutto Frank Jeffers Shirley Perkins Ed Hog wood Billv Durphey Joyce Munford Eugene Atkinson Billv Shiner Horace Pravlor Mac P ' rancis 1 ommv aruba Hank Mann Jimmy Green Robert Hutchinson Jimmy Smith Jerry Fahash Barbara Beville George Dempsey Vincent Duran Jackie Humphries Second Row James .Vldridge Robert Miles Larry Tudor John Norris Louis Phelps Ciene Porter Lola Vaughan Bobby Clarke David Laushey Deno Jovaras Billy Hobeck Claiborne Edwards LeRoy Stables John Frederick David James Joan Daughtry James Snead John Johnson Ann Funstall Fifth Row Mildred Layne Robert Myers John V ine Majorettes Left to Right Peggy Talley Jerry Sh reeve Jeannine Feiulerson Mixed Chorus I ' dcidty Adviser Mr. Morgan S. Smart Led I Riiif Be eiiv Vliiting [eanette Baker Mary Edgerton Barl)aia Bvrd Krehii C.ihhs Harriet Baxter Irene Betti john Barbara Newsome Shirley Sewartl Lois Maile Secoud How Arnold Brown |iin Morris Anita Fletchei Dora Fields [oyce Jellerson Bhslis Gee Barbara Friend Elsie Datightry Batricia Harrell Ralph Gogle [aines Jackson Third Row C.len Ritlotit [ohn ' ine Fominy Dawson Jerry McCiilloch I homas Bond Garlton Inge Gharles Brockwell Wade ' Feinple Woodrow I raylor Owen )ohnson Attstin Green ' illiam Mangtnn John Acree Sock and Buskin Society President Vice-President Secretary-T reasurer Faculty Adviser Nancy Steel Nancy Waggoner Barbara Newsom Mr. Philip Hasselvander Left to Right Second Row Third Row Fourth Row First Row Catherine Capehart Barbara Friend •Anita Fletcher Dick Goff Nancy Sanhiirg “Ennie Pulley Merle Jones Glenn Ricloiit Barbara Edwards Kathleen Lambert Jane Spain Alfred Jordon Nancy Waggoner Jean Walston Frances .Agel Sonny Spain Nancy Steel Betty Bullock Polly Leath Tommy Dawson Barbara Newsom Phyllis Gee Barbara McFarland John Mc.Allister Dorothy cCaleb Barbara Fisher Nancy Phelps Jerry McCidloch “Jerry” Shreeve Doris Francis Sylvia Realties Dexter Street Shirley Jolly Ro.salind Mollock Rosa May Boswell Oliver Pamplin Johnny Fredericks Tommy Zaruha Ann Thornber Pat Van Houten Jennie McBride Clara Graham Sally Knight Frances Sherry Jean .Anthony Barbara Spurr •Ann Goodwin Katherine Goodwin Mr. Philip Hasselvander Camera Club President Tommy Dawson J ' ice-President Sam Lowry Secretrny-T reasurer Jean Higby Faculty Adviser Mr. Edward Congdon Left to Right Second Row Third Row First Roxv Jolinny Robertson Paul Lamb )ean Higbv Charles Cardin Albert McCants Burrell Villiams Charles Snyder Sam Lowry lomniv Dawson Ann Pond Bobby Haines Mr. E. B. Congdon ]oe Kofron John Vine Don Traylor F. H. A. Club President Joan Aldridge Vice-President Evelyn Radclitte Secretary Jean Aldridge Treasurer .Janet Cates Historian Gaynelle Perkinson Parliamentarian Patsy Van Houten Reporter Gay Harrison Faculty Advisers Miss Helen Page Scarborough Miss Mary Bailey MEMBERS Marie Mayes Pat Trent Barbara Flye Dorothy Perkinson Frances Aldridge Doris Frances Alice Walker Anna Belle Baugh Nancy Radclitte Faye Pond Phyllis Gee Delores Cousins Ann Poole Joan Scott Gloria Skelton Mabel Logan Patricia Harrell Betty Wells Nancy Perdue Peggy Woodrutt Peggy Trol linger Shirley Trent Lillian Lester Jean Landrum Joyce Jefferson Carole Cook Jean Kirkland Frances Williams Barbara Nugent Sally Anne Souder Mildred Burrell Eva Talbott Louise Michael Phyllis Sykes Madeline Frazier Barbara Magee Cora Lee Tavlor Janet Cates Evelyn Radclitte Betty Goddard Gavnelle Perkinson Jean Aldridge C� a Harrison Shirley Hill Betty Jane Simmons Cynthia Royal Patsv Van Houten Mary Bugg Mildred Chappell Jean Aldridge . nne Blankenship Beverlv Whiting Lucy Pinkelton Joyce Turner 1 HE Distributive Education Club Adviser: Miss Evelyn Colie Slaudiug Left to Right )oe Kolron Hunter Aldridge Robert Jollv A ’illiain Lester Virginia Pickering William ' ancey Peggv Daughtry Pat ' an Houten Raymond Mann AValter Sirles Sonny Valker Alfred Jordan Bobby Haryell C.erald Martin 1 homas Lucas Seated Left to Right Miss Lyelyn Colie Helen Harrison Dayid Orrell James Denson Phili]} Stigall rommy Gates Elton Stell Commercial Club President Anist Tucker Vice-President ... Barbara Flowers Secretary Betty Simmons T reasurer Cynthia Royal Faculty Adviser . .Miss Janie Lee Reynolds Left to Right Third Row Fifth Row First Row Jean Walker Fred Worrell Betty Nemecek Nancy Ezell Leonard Lewis Jean Coley Barbara Byrd Wilbur Gay Mary Bugg Jean Bunker Virginia Frank Shirley Hill Gaynelle Perkinson Barbara Precise Nfadeline Frazier Betty Jane Simmons Miss Janie Lee Reynolds Anist Tucker Barbara Flowers June Green Barbara Tackett Doris Curlin Bernice Spain Peggy Hawkins Nancy Bugg Jean Slaughter jean Picardat Annie Mae Flowers Sydnor Thompson Ann Poole Lottie Gray Fisher Oliver Pamplin Jean Walston Lois Funk David Orrell SecoTid Rou’ Fourth . Row Mary Alice Kirkland Joyce Stark Mary Ann Crawford Evelyn Gibbs Dorothy Ridout Rose fvlarie Cnrrin Barbara Webb Joyce Turner Nancy Cheek Betty Shakelford Joyce Ann Gill Jean Shortt Dorothy Stewart Jeanette Hood Jeannine Flowers Cynthia Royal Joyce Keys Ann Pond Barbara Harrison Shirley Grumpier Latlx Club Fall Semester President Jdce-Fresulent Secretary-Treasurer ...foanne Stevens Ann Tnnstall Eleanor Harwell President J ' ice-President Secretary-T reasnrer Faculty Adidsers .... Spri}ig Semester Rosalind Mollock Dale Richards - Joyce Long Miss Mary Perkins, Miss Laura Meredith I. eft to Right First Roji ' Eleanor Harwell Joanne Stevens Ann rnnstall Serotid Row Pat Remenv Dorothy Pillow Anne Ozinore Joyce Welch Third Row June Simmons iarv Jane I hompson Eli aheth Harville Rosalind Mollock Irene Pettijohn Gracia Mason Joyce Mnnford Leonie Burks Dorothy McCaleb Fourth Rou ' Loretta Wise Mary Williams Jean Kimball June Pond iielight Strole Ann Fitzgeraki Dale Richards “Kitty” Davis Jimmy Whiteman Fiftti Row Seaton Smith H. L. Ford Weldon Smith Spanish Club Fall Semester President Vice-President Secretary-T reasurer Spring Semester Preston Harrison Betsy Hesse Ann Tunstall President Vice-President Secretary-T reasurer Faculty Adviser Wade Temple Pat Remeny ..Jean Elmore .Miss Gladys E. Wilkinson Left to Right First Row Miss Gladys Wilkinson Ann Tunstall Preston Harrison Betsy Heese Second Row Lena Simmons Delight Strole fvlarjorie Unger Jean Elmore Pat Remeny Third Row Third Row Bobby Atkins Clahe Lynn Fred Mason Jack Parrish Freddy Bisger Bobby Smith Fourth Row Joyce Lanier Charlotte Meredith Mildred Ann Davis Ann Fitzgerald Carolyn Wohlhueter Nancy Jordon Nancy Butler Ctirls’ Athletic Monogram Citib Fall Semester President ..Julia Birdsong Vice-President Mildred Burrell Secretary-Treasurer Ann Fischer Spri)ig Semester President Mildred Burrell Vice-President Lola Vaughan Secretary-Treasurer Ann Fitzgerald Faculty Adxnser Miss Ann Van Landinghain Left to Right, Ctockwise Hist Koiv Barbara Bolte Betty Sheflield Julia Birdsong Ann Fit gerald Marjorie Giblts Mildred Burwell Jncly Morris Edna Mae Hidthard Ann Fischer Evelyn Radclitfe l.ola V ' anghan To Side Miss VanLandingham c: H E i: R LEADERS Left to Right First Koiv Pete Zapuila Ann Redmond “Ennie Pulley Sylvia Reaines Ann Day Jerry McCulloch Second Row Laura Afae Reames Barbara Spurr Carlton Inge Bobby Scott Louise Coffey Gloria Fenderson Charles Sherrv Hotvard Mizelle Rosa May Bostvell Betty Nance Pep Club President Vice-President Secretary-T reasurer Marching Leader Faculty Adtnser MEMBERS Louise Coftey Bobby Scott Charles Sherry .Gloria Fenderson .Miss Mary Bailey Bertha Bryant Loretta Harris Billy Lamb Ann Yancy Jeannine Fenderson Jack Gray- Nancy Sanburg Paul Williams June Green Ruth Partin Barbara Flye Barbara Jones Jeanne Higby Clara Graham Frances Sherry Jean Talley Nancv Crowther Phyllis Kamm Tommy Berry Billie Ridenour Sarah Jane Ellis John Hamlin Mildred Hall Alice Walker Frank Strailman Anita Fletcher Winnie Mayton Rosalind Mollock June Pond Billy Ritchie Doris Francis Eunice Grizzard Elizabeth Williams Katherine Goodwyn Ann Poole Joan Scott Wanda Odom Ann Smitz Delores Cousins Maria Moscoso Ann Shortt Donald Nobles Jean Seay Lev Henderson Jean Picardat Jean Walston Nancy Perdue Mary Edgerton Kay Sullivan Betty Wells Peggy Woodruff Donald James James Byrd Frances Bennett Shirley Cole Peggy Trollinger Catherine Capehart Anne Lee Oliver Mary Ann Peterson Mary Ann Cousins Janet Doss Dick Crosby Betty Sullivan Carol 1 Cook Jean Kirkland Elsie Daughtry Jean Landrum Sally Knight Ronnie Smith Rheta Burke John King Doris Curlin Frances W ' illiams Betty Lou Martin Carlton Barnes Anne Ozmore Betty Lou Fuller Shirley Pecht Burrell Williams Charlene Kinker Kitty Davis Jennie McBride Peggy Parrish Shirley Jolly Barbara Webb Louise Coffey Annie May Flowers Lottie Fisher Barbara Nugent Mildred Burrell Bernice Spain Virginia Bo-ivery Barbara Harrison Eva Talbott Sherrill Seymour Connie Fockier Kenneth Jones Tommy .Adkins Seaton Smith Mary Kirkland Mary Jane Thompson H. L. Ford, Jr. Betty Bullock Anne Goodwyn Barbara Bristow Jean Funk James Horan Dale Richards Barbara Tackett Rose Marie Currin Jean Slaughter Sam Lowry Phyllis Sykes Joyce Keys Jean Anthony Barbara Williamson Cora Lee Taylor Barbara McGee Joyce Stark Joan Evans Oliver Pamplin Madeline Frazier Leonie Burke Haskell Counts Lloyd Guerin Ruth Whse Joseph Mersel Evelyn Radcliffe Janet Cates Jean Aldridge Virginia Johnson Martha Eanes Betty Goddard Gaynelle Perkinson Evelyn Gibbs Jean Bunker Irwin Goldberg Dorothy McCaleb Annette Moody Charles Sherry- Bunny Calahan Loretta Wise Buddy Gill Mary Ann Crawford Nancy Bugg Ann Pond Barbara McFarland Elizabeth Lundie Betty Simmons Cynthia Royal Barbara Byrd Louise Michael Pat Remeny Mildred Chappell Joan .Aldridge June Simmon.s Jane Spain Merle Jones Bobby Scott Barbara Newsom Mildred Ann Davis Barbara Edwards Pat .Abbott Gloria Fenderson Edith Moody Joanne Stevens Jean Kimball Lucy Pinkleton Nancy Ezell Ann Fischer Lois Maile Marie Linger Davidina Partin Jean Elmore Bobby Pittard Bettv Lou Radcliffe Square Circle President Vice-President Secretary Faculty Adxnser .... Pat Bain Louise Coffey Susan Seward Afiss Delores Peck Left to Ri ht Lint Roll ' Patricia Bain Fourth Row Mary Jane Tliompson Frances Agel Snieuth Row Miss Delores Peck Judy Morris Second Rod Louise Coffey Susan Sewarcl Eleanor Harwell Lisa (lOodinan Third Row Frances Reese Nancy Waggoner Margery Lloyd Fifth Row Ann Williams 1 Delight Strole Dale Richards Sixth Row Nancy Deibert Carolyn Harville Seated on Side Jean Fear Gigi” Williams Sarah Jane Ellis ■ ' Billie” Ridenour Odd Girls Club President Vice-President Treasurer Secretary Fall Term Faculty Adviser ... Spring Term Faculty Adviser .“Winnie” Dunnavant Sylvia Reames Ann Redmond ..-.Jeannine Fenderson Miss Frances Evans Miss Catherine Hogge Left to Right— First Row Ann Day Jeannine Fenderson Winnie Dunnavant Sylvia Reames Ann Redmond “Ennie” Pulley Second Row Virginia Johnson Kay Sullivan Barbara Spurr Betty Sullivan Merle Jones Rosa May Boswell Joan Pulley “Jerry” Shreeve Third Row Miss Frances Evans Ann Joyce Downing Gladys Mae Dunnavant Peggy Talley Nancy Jordan Barbara Newsom Goober Per Ceub Fall Seaicster President - Betsy Hesse Vice-President Shirley Jolly Secretary Nancy Steel Treasurer Spring Semester Laura Mae Reames President Nancy Steel Vice-President Bunny Callahan Secretary Laura Mae Reames T reasu rer Sally Soucler Left to Right First Row Second Row Third Roiu Prances Sherry Sallv knight Nancy Steel Betsy Hesse Shirley Jolly Betty Nance Nancy Sanburg Clara Graham Sally Soucler Ann I ' hornber Laura Mae Reames Bunny” Callahan Gail I ' eese Jean Anthony Jenny McBride jerry Tahash Pat Abbott Shirley Williams Joan Evans Meade Hi-Y Club Fall Semester President Preston Harrison ]’ice-President Ciharles Snyder Secretary-Treasurer Howard Mizelle Chaplain Weldon Smith Sergeant-at-Artns ..Christopher Neil Wamsley Adx’isers Mr. Gregory Mann, Mr. M. C. Davidson Sprittg Semester President Charles Holleman Vice-President Charles Snyder Secretary Bobby Pittard Treasurer Sam McEwen Chaplain Lloyd Guerin Sergeant-at-Arms Dick Vaughan A chasers Mr. Gregory Mann, Mr. M. C. Davidson Left to Right— Seated Howard Mizelle Weldon Smith Preston Harrison Charles Snvder Bud” Valinsley Standing Mr. M. C. Davidson jerry de la Rosa Dick Vauglian Charles Holleman Sam Lowry Charles Brockwell Cig” Howerton Charlie Barham Bobbv Pittard Guy Rose Bobby Shell ield Billy Brockwell Sam McCurrin Bobbv Adkins Lloyd Guerin Mr. Gregory Mann Ih 01 Cockade Hi-Y Club President Freddy Bisger I ' ice-President Billy Lamb Treasurer ...Bobby Scott Secretary Bobby Haines Serst eant-at-Arms .. Kenneth Holt Chaplain Seaton Smith Adviser Mr. Bill Cato I ejt to Right Fourth Row Sixth Row First Row Bruce Moore Bill Cato Freddy Bisger Charles Sherry Bob Rennicks Bobby Berry Carlton Inge Second Roic George Harvey Billy Allen Sonnv Ralston Mac Francis Bol)by Lockett Bobity Haines Bill Hutto Billy Lamb David Graham Jimmy Kirkland Third Row Paid Lamb Bobby Scott Kenneth Holt Seaton Smith Fifth Row James Brantley Pete Zapulla Dexter Street Irwin Goldberg Allan Ramsey Preston Minton Franklin VVawner Pete Mann K. Warner Tri-Hi-Y President Polly Leath Vice-President Elizabeth Harvell Secretary Treasurer Dorothy Pillow Joanne Stevens Chaplain Faculty Advisers .. - - Shirley Hill Miss Shirley Saunders Miss Helen Page Scarborough Left to Right First Row Merle Jones Elizabeth Harvell Polly Leath Dorothy Pillow Joanne Stevens Shirley Ann Cole Second Roiv Martha Ann IVarren Mill Gallian Nancy Phelps Carolyn Diiiiirack Betty Lou Warren Shirley Hill jean Landrum Third Row Nancy Hawkins Jane Spain Barbara McFarland Jean Jones Shirley Seward Barbara Edwards Shirley Perkins Betty Lou Martin Miss Shirley Saunders Miss Helen Scarborough T. Albright Tri-Hi-Y Club Fall Semester President Fice-President .... Secretary Treasurer Chaplain Sergeant-at-A rms Erline Pulley jean Fear Winifred Dunnavant Davidina Partin Rosa May Boswell Pat Bain President Vice-President . Secretary T reasurer Chaplain Faculty Adviser Spring Semester Geraldine Shreeve Betty Nance Shirley Jolly ..Rosa May Boswell Davidina Partin Miss Catherine Hogge Lett to Right First Row Erline Pulley Second Rou’ “Winnie” Dunnavant Jean Fear Third Row Davidina Partin Patricia Bain Rosa May Boswell Fourth Row Marjorie Lloyd Shirley Williams Susan Seward “Jerry” Shreeve Barbara Spiirr Louise Coffey Fifth Row Ann Redmond Ann Day Nancy Waggoner Betsy Hesse Miss Catherine Hogge Sylvia Reames Ann Thornber Shirlev Jolly Nancy Steel Fall Semester President Joyce Boughton Vice-President Clara Graham Secretary ..Sally Knight Treasurer Dale Richards Spring Semester President Clara Graham Vice-President Mary Ann Crawford Secretary — Nancy Bugg Treasurer Jean Anthony Left to Right Joyce Boughton Dale Richards Connie Fockler Evelyn Gibbs Elizabeth Williams Sarah Jane Ellis Joan Evans Barbara Jones Joyce Keys Leona Burks Nancy Bugg Mary Ann Crawford Frances Sherry Jenny McBride Mary Jane Thompson Lucille Rudy Jean Anthony Katherine Capehart Mary Bugg Louise Michael Barbara Byrd Sally Knight Clara Graham Pense Tri-Hi-Y Library Staff Fall Term President Nancy Bugg Vice-President Sandra Lea Secretary- T reasu rer Spring Term Lola Vaughan President Philip Siegle I ' ice-President ....Caroline Wohlhueter Secretar-y-Treasjirer Lola Vaughan Faculty Adniser At Desk Standing Mrs. Gladys Barreto •Sandra Lea (standing) Front Rou Back Row Nancy Bugg (seated) Mrs. Barreto Richard Crosby Lola Vaughan George Porter Harrison Ethridge I’liilip Siegle . nn Pond Donald Nobles (oe Kidd Lee . rpaia At Table Eva Talbott Dan Griffith Front Row Naomi Fulcher Eli al)eth Neniecek Norma Moore Back Row Shirley Holland Pat lYent Sarah Spain [eannine Flowers |ohn Frederick Catherine Capehart Jean Walston Beverly Whiting Helen Harrison Oliver Pamplin Sydnor 1 hompson Cheer Leaders Head Cheer Leader Mascot Faculty Adxnser ....“Ennie” Pulley Sheila Kitchen Miss Mary Bailey First Roil’ Laura Mae Reames Barbara Spurr ‘ ' Andy Day Winnie” Dunnavant Sheila Kitchen “Ennie Piillev Ann Redmond Sylvia Reames Rosa May Boswell Bettv Nance Second Rou’ Carlton Inge Pete Zapulla Jerry icCulloch Henry Simmons Howard Mizelle Football Team Co-Captain Robert Spivey Co-Captain Edward Halbert Manager Bobby Adkins Coaches Roland C. Day, Robert Kilbourne, Robert Eason, William Safko First Row ■ ' Shaky Davis Richard Burton Bud ” Waimsley Xt’eldon Smith Preston Harrison Eduard Halitert Robert Spivey ■ ' Bolthv ' Atkins Bobity Berry Rudv Cogle Ralpli Rogers Second Row Raymond Tyus ■‘Cig” Howerton “Sough” Jones Charlie Williams Peter Robinson Kenneth Holt Leon ’ilkinson Ralph Cogle Danny” Graham Harry Brownlee Alvin Sheffield ”1 inky” Villiams Third Row John McAllister Bruce Moore Morris Barlow Bobby” Lockett Gilbert Dance Billy James Pete Mann “Buddy” Rawlings ‘ Bobby” Haines Jerry cle la Rosa John Myers Dick Vaughan Joseph Cizek V. F. Dance George Willis Basketball Team — 1950 Captain Dexter Street Manager “Sonny” Spain Coach “Bob” Kilbourne Lejt to Right First Row “Tinky” AVilliams Rusty” Blankenship “Sonny” Spain Jerry McCulloch Lloyd Guerin Second Rou’ Jim Hurst Preston Minton Kenneth Holt “Snooky” W’awner Rex Hoyle Cig Howerton CiiRLs’ Field Hockey Team — 1949 Co-Captain Marjorie Gibbs Co-Captain Ann Fitzgerald Coach Miss Ann Van Landingham I.ejt to Right Barbara Bolte Doris Burnett Catherine Blair Louise Michael Lola Vaughan janie Skelton Eunice Crizzard Ann Fitzgerald jean Seay Nancy Moore I’at Wells Marjorie Cihhs Ann Fischer Morris Miklred Burrell Trollinger Evelyn Radclitte Barbara Friend Betty Lou Radclilfe Frances Reese Miss Van Landingham Girls’ Basketball Team — 1950 Co-Captain Lola Vaughan Co-Captain .Jean Fear Co-Manager Nancy Cheek Co-Manager Eunice Fitzgerald Coach Miss Ann Van Landingham Left to Right First Row Miss Van Landingham Betty Sheffield Vera Bryant Evelyn Radcliffe Lola Vaughan Jean Fear Frances Reese Davidina Partin Marjorie Gibbs Second Row Jean Kimball Ruth .Anna Taylor Shirley Hill Joan .Aldridge Jean .Aldridge Barbara Bolte Ruth Partin Carrie Henry Nancv Cheek Third Row Eunice Grizzard Joyce Keyes Carolyn Dimerack Jean Landrum Barbara Harrison Faye Pond Delores Cousins Betty Lou Radcliffe Barbara Nugent Betty Lou Martin 4k U T O G R A IP Ih § ' 1 r ' 1 Petersburg Ti ' figb School pnm m]i) iS6S 1950 ■TT: f I •4) 1 ti ■a , t 1 The Missile page three f o r e w o ETERSBURG HIGH SCHOOL, as we know it today, is the culmination of over eighty years of determined efforts of the far-sighted citi- zens of Petersburg to make the vision of better education for their children a living reality. It is our purpose in this issue to present to you, the reader, a picture of the development of Peters- burg High School from its humble beginning in 1868 to its glorious present in 1950. We hope that all who read the Historical Section of The Missile will find it an interesting and enlighten- ing account of the founding and growth of our school and all phases of school life, both past and present. In an effort to make this section of The Missile of special interest to the students, much emphasis has been placed on the descrip- tion of Petersburg High School as it is today, including athletics and the many other extra- curricular activities the students are engaged in. Free public education was instituted in Peters- burg by a bequest in the will of David Anderson of this city. The first high school was opened in 1868 on Union Street, and two courses were organized in 1770; an “English and Mathematics Course,” and a “Classical Course.” From 1876 to 1907, Miss Anna P. Bolling served as princi- pal. In time, the High School became over- crowded, and as a result, it was moved to the old Anderson Elementary School on Washington Street, the site of the present building. The curriculum underwent several changes during the first part of the century, and finally emerged consisting of four courses that the pupils could choose from: Collegiate, Scientific, English, and Commercial. Mr. W. R. Smithey, who followed r d . . . BY GEORGE HARVEY Miss Anna P. Bolling as principal, served in that capacity until his resignation in 1913. It was during these years that the Library was organized. The first issue of The Missile ap- peared in 1912, and a summer school was begun in 1913, when Mr. H. D. Wolff became principal. During his administration, the field of extra- curricular activities was broadened tremendous- ly. Athletics came into their own at Petersburg High School, and debating and dramatics were encouraged. Following the retirement of Mr. Wolff in 1942, Mr. John D. Meade became principal and served one year, being succeeded by Mr. Russell B. Gill, the present principal. In recent years, the Manual Arts Department has been greatly expanded, and a house near the school has been purchased and made into a home for the Home Economics Department. The Commercial and General Courses have been revised to give the students a wider choice of electives. The library has been completely remodeled and is one of the highlights of the High School. These and many other improvements, coupled with the foresight of the wise administrators of the High School throughout the years, have made our school the wonderful organization that it is at the present. The articles in the following section of The Missile have been written in an effort to bring to you, the reader, the true story of the develop- ment of Petersburg High School and what it is today— what we, the students, believe to be the finest High School in Virginia. The Missile page five Petersburg High School 1868-1907 By Richard Davis Goff HE real beginning of the history of Petersburg High School, as well as second- ary education in general, began in 1868. At this time Petersburg was recovering from the disastrous siege of 1864-65. After much preliminary debate and choosing, the school board was installed with all due ceremony on June 22, 1868. R. G. Green was named president of the board. The second meeting of the school board brought about the first concrete plans for the proposed new school system. This was the setting up of three white public schools: the Anderson Seminary, West Ward School, and East Ward School. In addition to these, the new high school was to be situated on Union Street. They also decided to make the school year ten months, September through June. Mr. R. M. Cary was elected principal, with the salary of $1,500 a year. Miss Anna P. Bolling was appointed Assistant Principal and teacher. These two were assigned to teach sixty- five pupils who had enrolled for the first year. They somehow seemed to have man- aged them all, however. In the summer of 1869 the school board cut the salary of the principal from $1,500 to $1,200, and Mr. Cary left as principal. Mr. S. H. Owens was elected to fill the vacant office with the salary again set at $1,500. Under Mr. Cary and Mr. Owens, with the assistance of Miss Anna P. Bolling, there was a small group of subjects taught; however, there was no choice but to take these and only these or not go to high school at all.’ ' They were Orthography, Reading, Writing, Arithmetic, Grammar, Geography, and Bookkeeping. In 1870 Mr. Owens changed this by setting up two courses to give the student some choice as to what he wanted, the English and Mathe- matics Course or the Classical Course. The youth who entered the Engl ish and Mathe- matics Course was given due instruction in the first year in Arithmetic, Grammar, spelling. Geography, Reading History, and Writing. In the second year he was in- structed in Arithmetic, both mental and written. Grammar, Spelling, Reading, His- tory, Algebra, English Analysis, and Writ- ing; in the third year, in Algebra, Geome- try, Arithmetic, English, Grammar and Analysis, History, and Bookkeeping. Those trho elected the Classical Course, in addi- tion to the requirements of the English Course, made additional stabs at culture by studying French and Latin as well as Composition and Declamation through the three year course. After this change, the school went along as usual until 1871, when Mr. Owens was appointed Superintendent of the Peters- burg Public School System. Mr. Halybur- ton succeeded him that year and served until 1873, when he was moved to the chief colored school. Mr. Venable was put in his place and served as principal until he retired in 1874. When Mr. Venable re- tired, Mr. Halyburton was brought back as principal until he retired in 1876. From January 1876 until the end of the year, Mr. R. E. Hardaway was principal. The School Board then appointed him Superintendent of Schools. Miss Anna P. Bolling had been serving as assistant principal while the principals had come and gone, so_ the School Board decided to make her head of the school in 1876. However, not until 1879 was she officially appointed principal. It is inter- esting to note that in the eight years be- tween 1868 and 1876 there had been five male principals serving six different terms (1) At this time school attendance was not required. Virginia did not have a compul- sory attendance law until 1907. The Missile page six of office, and for thirty-one years, 1876- 1907, one woman was principal, and prob- ably a much better one than any of her predecessors. A few years later, music was added to the list of subjects. Elocution followed music as a new subject. Teachers as well as pu- pils were required to take one class of elo- cution a week. In 1880, under the leadership of Miss Anna P. Bolling, the school soon obtained a fine reputation, the most outstanding fea- ture being their fine penmanship. It should be kept in mind that durine the Avdiole period covered by this writing, 1867-1907, the number of teachers varied from t vo to six. At the same time en- rollment increased from sixty-five pupils in 1868 to one hundred seventy-five i ' 1907. The few teachers must have earned what small salary they made, since they were required to teach many subjects to so many students. The 1880’s remained a quiet period in the high school, but in 1891 several new subjects were added: Drawing, Stenogra- phy, and Typewriting. In 1895 the in- creased enrollment forced the addition of another story to the wings of the high school. Things settled down to normal until 1906, when the faculty was increased from four to six teachers. The School Under “Miss Anna” Probably the best days in the early his- tory of the high school were the years when Miss Anna P. Bolling exercised her powers as principal and beloved teacher. In those days, the school was run quite differently from the system used today. The pupils stayed in one room under one teacher for a year. The teacher taught all the subjects, and when they finished the first year, they went to the next room under another teacher for the second year. The third and last year was spent in the room under “Miss Anna” herself. The students claimed that she had eyes in the back of her head, for she knew everything that went on in class. She knew whole chapters of the Bible by heart, and each morning she opened class with a long. solemn prayer. She taught her pupils honor and truth as well as book subjects. “Miss Anna” was a fine scholar and a good teacher, and she was very sympathetic and generous. She let the boys go to watch the circus parade, and she took the girls her- self. She had a habit of always carrying an umbrella to school rain or shine, while she wore white stockings and high button shoes. In class the boys sat on the right side of the room, the girls on the left side. At re- cess a fence divided the boys from the girls, and leaving the grounds without per- mission was punished by the strictest kind of discipline. When the boys first came to high school from Anderson School, they were forced to undergo a pretty strenuous initiation. They were made to run “the gauntlet” and to go to the coal shed. The coal shed was an old building where soft coal had been stored for years. The coal dust had accu- mulated on the floor to a depth of six to eight inches. The boys were made to scuffle around in this dust for a while, and when they reappeared, they must have been a very funny spectacle. There was an old iron fence in front of the old building on Union Street, and when this building was torn down, “Miss Anna” had the fence put in front of her house because every mark on the fence had been made by “her boys.” The report cards were given out every week, and “Miss Anna” always had some remark written on the card that either gave them a proud feeling or sent a pang of terror to their hearts. When the time arrived for graduation, they went through a simple ceremony in “Miss Anna’s” room. There was a little singing, a little talk and then the diplomas were given out. The graduates went on their tvay in life, but most probably never forgot Miss Anna P. Bolling, who helped lay the foundation for their future. In 1907 Miss Bolling resigned as prin- cipal, and with her resignation, the initial stage in the grotrth of Petersburg High School ended. Sources of Material The Story of a High School: Petersburg, Virginia— H. A. Miller, Jr. Secondary Education in Petersburg— Brockwell. The writer wishes to thank Miss Annie V. Mann and Mr. Emmett H. Hoy for granting interviews on this subject. The Missile page seven The Story of P. H. S. 1907-1942 By Dorothy McCaleb FTER the resignation of Miss Anna P. Bolling as principal of Petersburg High School in 1907, Mr. William Sraithey, now a professor at the University of Virginia, was appointed principal. At that time, there was only one course offered. Conse- quently, one of the first improvements Mr. Smithey made was the establishment of two courses, the Regular (college prepara- tory) and the Commercial. This new Com- mercial course consisted of Business Arith- metic, Bookkeeeping, Stenography and Typing, forming a basis for the present Commercial courses. In 1910 four courses were established: Collegiate, for students who planned to go to Liberal Arts colleges; Scientific, for students preparing for technical schools; English, a non-college preparatory course for students who desired a liberal educa- tion; and Commercial. This has been the foundation for the school curriculum ever since. The English course has been changed to General and now has many more electives. It is interesting to note that, on Septem- ber 16, 1907, there were only 175 stu- dents in the high school not including the seventh grade. Classes were still being held in the old Classical Institute building on Union Street. This enrollment increased so greatly that, in 1911, it was necessary to move to the Anderson School building on the site of the present High School. It was in 1910 that the library, then consisting of just a few books, was begun. And it was in 1912 that The Missile was started as a literary magazine, published four times a year. Gradually, it decreased to twice a year, and finally to only once. During the year of 1910-11, night school courses were offered. They were later of- fered from 1919 to 1930. These classes consisted of grades one through seven, plus dressmaking and mechanical drawing. In 1913, Mr. Smithey resigned the prin- cipalship, and Mr. H. D. Wolff, a teacher of mathematics, was elevated to that posi- tion. This was the year during which Peters- burg High School was accredited by the State Association. Also, manual training courses were added and Summer School was held for the first time. In 1913, Mr. Wolff obtained permission for the school to join the Southern Asso- ciation of Colleges and Secondary Schools. The High School was closed from Oc- tober 1 to November 11, 1917, due to the influenza epidemic in Petersburg and vi- cinity. During that time it was used as an emergency hospital. , Also in 1917, the Progress-Index donat- ed a page each Sunday for the “School Weekly News,” which has continued to be published weekly until the present. Physical Education was instituted in 1918, and, in the same year, a Cadet Corps was begun. In 1921, though, interest had dropped to such an extent that it was dis- continued. Music courses were begun in 1919 in band, orchestra, and choral work. In 1917-18, a new school was built on the site of the old Anderson School. The classrooms were built in’ the form of a “C” around the Anderson School while classes continued. When this part was completed, the old building was torn down, and the cafeteria and auditorium were built on in its place. There was not enough furniture for all the students at first, but gradually enough was acquired. A. A . The Missile page nine An annual, The Roulette, was begun in 1922. It contained pictures of the gradu- ates, class prophecy, will, etc. Under the name of each graduate and beside the pic- ture, the activities he participated in were listed, and a little was said about the per- son. In 1926, the seventh and eighth grades were moved to a new Junior High School, which was named for Miss Anna P. Boll- ing. Mr. J. G. Scott was made principal. The Roulette was discontinued in 1930 when The Missile added certain features of the school annual. In 1939, an addition was built onto the school. This addition contained a gymna- sium, dressing rooms, and a few classrooms. In 1942, Mr. Wolff retired and Mr. John D. Meade became the principal of Peters- burg High School. Contentment By Bob Haines There are many ways to spend your days In contentment and delight; Some guys dream of a baseball team. And games that last all night. Others want a nice quiet haunt Ineffably sublime; To sleep and eat, stay off their feet. And loaf away their time. Many give in to night club din. And social life galore. Think parties, dances, liquors trances Help their life much more. A big brass band and a clapping hand Of circuses are for some; They go in rich, but here ' s the hitch: They come out like a bum. To be a star, or travel afar, A new car, “just like lim ' s”; Sirloins savor, a different neighbor Are other people’s whim’s. Maybe I’m lazy, my mind gets hazy. When I begin to wish. But it’d sure be fun to sit in the sun The rest of my life, and fish. The Missile page eleven Petersburg High School 1 942- 1 949 By Wade Temple HE YEAR 1942 saw the liberalization of the curriculum, especially in the general and commercial courses. Prior to this time, the shop and home economics classes had been taught on a two hour a week basis which provided as much activity as a per- sonal hobby might. This liberalization started during the administration of Mr. John D. Meade, who was principal from August of 1942 to July of 1943, and was continued under the administration of Mr. Russell B. Gill, who became principal in 1943. During this period, plans were in- stituted for the development of the voca- tional end of the school which included shop and domestic arts; also these plans included the initiation of classes in auto mechanics and metal work and courses in electricity and aeronautics, the latter two lasting only a short time. Thus the indus- trial arts departments, under the direction of Mr. I, B. Pittman, who is now head of this phase of the school, were placed on a working basis and taken off the play basis to which they were more or less accus- tomed. The results which were hoped to be ob- tained from this liberalization affected the pupil’s outlook on his chosen vocation in that it meant, if he were taking the General Course, it would be possible for him, through the wise choice of electives, to enter a college or a career after graduation. The beginning of a plan to add a great many new books to the library started in 1942, and books are still being added un- der this setup. Since the day of the first high school in Petersburg, which was located on Union Street where the YMCA is now, the ghost of segregation had haunted the secondary school system. It had been carried so far that behind the old school in the recreation yard, there was a fence, too high to see over, which separated the boys from the girls at recess. When 1943 rolled around this custom was kicked out the back door, so to speak. During those days it had been a punishable offense for a boy to come to the girls’ end of the school or for a girl to wan- der to the boys’ end. During the 1944-45 term, a new consti- tution for the student council was drawn up providing for the nomination and elec- tion of members by the student body. Up until 1944 the council members had been nominated by the faculty and elected by the student body. The administration, considering this a rather undemocratic policy, changed the ruling to allow the pupils to nominate the representatives from their own homerooms. Each repre- sentative had to serve along with the home- room president, and it is interesting to note if the president was a girl, the repre- sentative had to be a girl or vice versa. Since that time, however, the custom of electing a homeroom president has been dropped, and, at present, only one person is elected to the student council to be a representative from his or her homeroom. Although each homeroom has only one representative, it may have a senator to rep- resent the grade of which it is a part. A note of importance concerning the old student body was that, iii 1942, it instituted the still functioning monitor system to con- trol and regulate traffic in the halls of the school. Also during the 1944-45 term, the stu- dent guidance organization was initiated. At the head of the system is the principal who, with the assistant principal, works The Missile page twelve with the various counselors in the school. This group of faculty advisers consists of the school librarian, the student council sponsor, the teacher in charge of giving I Q and aptitude tests, and the several ad- visers for each grade in the school. These counselors work with and coordinate the efforts of the homeroom teachers, recheck the students’ planning sheets, which are cards containing the students’ classes and grades, and work with the student himself, in problems concerning his curriculum and chosen vocation. The homeroom and classroom teachers work with the student in much the same manner as the advisers, helping him in his minor problems and referring him to his adviser in a more diffi- cult situation. Not only does the student benefit from the advice given him concern- ing his problems ,but he also comes to look upon his teachers and advisers as friends upon whom he can rely. In 1925, a large house at the rear of the school was bought, but it was not until the term of 1944-45 that it was converted into two apartments of about four rooms each for the teaching of home economics. This house provides the facilities for the instruc- tion of nearly every phase in home making. Also during the term ’44-’45 the school instituted the educational and recreational programs for the students at recess. This plan provides for the showing of various movies; some comedies, and others with a more serious purpose. These programs are continued today and are enjoyed immense- ly by the student body. In the year 1946, there was a great change in the physical appearances of the offices and the library, as they were re- modeled extensively and beautifully. The library, prior to 1 946, had had steel shelves to house its books, and it was behind these shelves that students used to hide, creating difficulties at times. Incidentally, these shelves are still being used in the shop classes of the school. In the course of the library face-lifting, windows were put in the old dental clinic at the east end of the library, and it was changed into a very use- ful reference room in which all types of reference material may be found. At the other end of the library was a stack room where old issue magazines were stored. This room was converted into offices for the school librarian and the head librarian for the Petersburg public school system. In addition to the new rooms, a new ceiling and floor, new lights, and furniture were added. The furniture consisted of chairs and tables to seat 80 and book shelves to ac- commodate from 8,000 to 10,000 volumes. As a result of this remodeling, the library is considered one of the best in the state. In 1946, an extra serving line was in- stalled in the cafeteria. This line has proved its worth in saving those pupils who brought their lunches a great amount of time in buying milk to drink along with their food. In 1946, the cloak rooms at the ends of each hall were remodeled. Before this re- modeling, there had been two at the end of every hall; in the changeover, one of the rooms at each end was changed into a use- ful room such as a visual aid room, library room, a dramatics room (where all the stage props are stored), and several counsel- ing rooms. During the 1948-49 term, an evaluation committee appointed by the State Board of Education inspected every phase of the school from the physical plant to the teach- ers and pupils. They remained at the school from one Sunday to the next Thurs- day. The results showed that the school was among the best in the State. In the future, we hope that it will climb and con- tinue to progress until, one day, it will be the best school in the Old Dominion. The author wishes to acknowledge his appreciation for the information rendered him by the Superintendent of Schools in Petersburg, Mr. John D. Meade, and the principal of Petersburg High School, Mr. Russell B. Gill. He also wishes to thank Miss Julia Robinson for information given him on the library. LUNCH TIhE m. GILL SCHOOLS OUT! HIS HONOR HOME EC. BUILDING SEVING, HOME EC. AUTO SHOP FOOD preparation WOODWORKING CLASS HOME EC. THE GREAT BIG DOOR STEP ' ' MECHANICAL DRAWING METAL WORK AT RECESS MR. MEADE MR. MILLER AUTO MECHANICS BASEBALL DNE FOOT IN HEAVEN” CHEMISTRY LAB The Missile page nineteen R H. S. Buildings Old and New By Joan Evans HE first high school in Petersburg, which opened in 1868, was located on Union Street, where the Y. M, C. A. now stands. It had originally been the old Classical Institute Building, but was bought by the city from Mr. Leroy Roper. This building consisted of one story, a number of classrooms, an assembly room, etc. To keep up with the ever-increasing enrollment, a second story and new wings were added to the school in 1895. The heating system in the school was very poor, and consequently the rooms were never heated properly. The high school soon became too crowd- ed and dilapidated, and so it was moved, after Easter, 1911, to the Anderson School building, located on the site where the present high school stands. This school was square in shape and had two towers on it, one of which was octagonal, the other square. It also had a poor heating system and became crowded soon after it was opened. In about 1915, the city set aside $140,000 for building a new high school. Several plans for the school were looked over, and one drawn by Ferguson, Caldrow, and Reid, of Norfolk, costing $150,000, was ac- cepted. To help meet this cost, $11,000 was taken from the grammar school fund. The school was built on the same lot where the Anderson building stood. To take care of the students while the new school was being constructed, the old An- derson school was left standing, and the new school was built around it in the shape of a C. When the classrooms had been com- pleted enough to be used, the students moved out of the Anderson building into the new school. The Anderson building was then torn down and the auditorium of the present school was built. The final cost of the building was $170,000. The school was opened on November 27, 1917. It also became overcrowded, and an annex of two rooms was added each year from 1921-1925. Also, the three little buildings in the back of the school were used as classrooms. However, in 1927, with the building of a Junior High, the situation was relieved, and the small build- ings are now used as storerooms. In 1939, a new building was added on to the P. H. S. building. It contains a gym which seats approximately 750 people and is one of the best in the state, boys’ and girls’ locker rooms, several classrooms, a music room, a biology laboratory, and sev- eral offices. This building was a W. P. A. project and cost about $100,760. In 1944, a house nearby, which had pre- viously been bought by the school board, was made into two completely and fully furnished apartments. Home economics is now taught in this building. The Petersburg High School of today contains about thirty-four classrooms. It has a library which contains about 7,500 volumes and a large collection of reference material. The cafeteria is located in the basement of the building, and the audi- torium, which seats approximately 1,076 people, is immediately over it. There are three laboratories in the school; physics, biology, and chemistry. The Missile page twenty-one Departments In Review By Frances Reese Industrial Arts Department P until 1913 Petersburg High School had no Industrial Arts Department, until at a recommendation o£ the school board, manual training was added to the curricu- lum. This set off a long chain of events which has led up to the excellent depart- ment we have today. The first manual training classes of 1913, under the direction of Mr. H. S. Sharpe, were held in the basement of the old An- derson building which was located on the site of what is now Petersburg High School. At one end of the basement was the manual training room; at the other end, the janitor’s home. At the completion of the new high school in 1919, the Industrial Arts Department acquired larger quarters, and the curricu- lum expanded somewhat. At this time me- chanical drawing, lathe work, history of industry, and household construction were added to the course of study. Four rooms were given over to the department at this time consisting of class rooms for mechani- cal drawing, woodwork, machine work, and a room for storing equipment- These rooms were located in the west end of the basement. Despite the fact that the course had been enlarged and the equipment used was good, the percentage of enrollment in these classes was not large, and the students that did elect these classes did not do so with serious intents. This state of affairs continued with sur- prisingly little change up until 1942. Dur- ing the intervening period, there was a large turnover of teachers. Among those best remembered are Mr. D. M. Donovan and Mr. W. H. Caldwell. At the beginning of the war in 1942, the course of study consisted of two subjects, woodwork and mechanical drawing. The woodwork classes were equipped with enough machine for a class of ten. These machines were and had been for some time unguarded, old, and consequently danger- ous, but fortunately only one serious acci- dent occurred while these conditions pre- vailed. The principal project of these classes at this time was the making of model air- planes for the government for identifica- tion purposes. There was an acute short- age of lumber, and by doing this work for the government, they were able to obtain all the lumber needed. Thus the classes were able to continue as they otherwise could not have done. Mechanical drawing classes in 1942 were held three times one week, twice the next, in the room adjoining the woodwork room. With all the dust drifting in from the woodwork classes, it is not hard to imagine the difficulties under which these students worked. There were four students to a table, two on each side. They did their work standing up as no stools were pro- vided, and under very poor lighting con- ditions. The drawing sets were good, how- ever, and there were enough of these to ac- commodate a dozen students who received for their efforts one half unit per year. Nineteen hundred and forty-three was a red letter year for the Industrial Arts De- partment, for then there was an arousing of interest within the entire department that started things moving again after so many years of drifting. Two new classes were added that year: the fundamentals of electricity, and auto mechanics. These were added under a pro- The Missile page twenty-two gram called “Training for Victory,” the purpose of which was to familiarize men with the subjects before they were drafted. During this same year the subject con- tent of all the courses was expanded with the classes being taught five times a week. The credit for these courses was now one unit per year. Plans for a metal shop were made at this time, the effects of which were to be seen two years later. The newly added auto mechanics class was so popular and the demand so great that it was offered for the first time in sum- mer school in 1944. Eighty-two boys ap- plied for the class, twenty of whom could be accepted. Fundamentals of electricity flickered to an end after a brief two years for lack of teachers and was not brought back into the curriculum. The previously planned class in metal shop was taught for the first time in 1945 by a part time teacher, but by 1948 the demand was so great that a full time teach- er was employed. The same year auto mechanics was moved out of the basement into the build- ing behind the school for need of larger quarters. The vacated room was used to show educational films for the metal shop and woodwork classes. In 1946 shop math was included in the program as an experiment. The purpose was to teach a practical application of the math the students already knew. This course was entirely successful and is now a regular part of the program. And so, after a slow but steady growth, we have the Industrial Arts Department as we know it today. Since the war the de- partment has received approximately $13,- 000 worth of war surplus equipment which has been distributed among the classes. Ten years ago there were seventy- five students enrolled in this department; today there are two hundred and seventy- five despite the fact that the total school en- rollment is smaller. These students elect these classes with their future in mind, be- cause they feel that they are not wasting their time, but are learning something that will be of some use to them in the days to come. This brings us to the question, what use will the students make of this acquired knowledge after graduation? The school does not pretend to turn out skilled crafts- men, but it does make good learners of its students. Numbers of boys go into nearby industries and do well there, so well in fact, that the industries are requesting more boys than the school is able to supply. No boy having taken classes in the Industrial Arts Department and having applied for a job through that department has failed to be employed. The Library One of the most delightful spots in the entire school is that group of rooms on the second floor, the library. In its pleasant at- mosphere many students have found pleas- ure in browsing and have been grateful for the wide variety of reading material, but before we take a glimpse into this depart- ment as it is today, let us look briefly at its past. The old high school building on Union Street had, before 1910, a collection of books numbering about one hundred which constituted the school’s first library. Shortly afterward the high schol was moved into the Anderson School on Washington Street and the library occupied the old tower room of that building. By this time the library had increased to approximately fifteen hundred volumes and expanded still further when it was moved into the new high school building in 1919. Miss Sally Robertson was then serving as the first full- time librarian. The Benevolent Mechanics Association gave its entire library to P. H. S. and by 1925 it had 14,500 volumes in its posses- sion. A great many of these volumes were given to the Junior High School and to the newly formed McKenney Library, and on account of this, by 1926, the total number of books had dropped to 4,500, The Missile page twenty -three Little appreciative change took place in the years to come. Its volume content con- tinued to increase, and it served the school well, but it was not until 1946 that a thor- ough renovation gave us the library as we know it today. The library is composed of three rooms. The foremost and largest is the reading room where the majority of the books are found. Adjoining this at the east end is the reference room which was at one time the school’s dental clinic, and at the west end of the main room is found the librarian’s office, one-time school art room. The furniture now in use was acquired at the time of the remodeling and is of the finest quality. The ceilings are sound- proofed for peace and quiet and the walls are of a lime green for the same effect. Spacious windows along with fluorescent lighting from the ceiling gives an abun- dance of light. The seating capacity of the library is seventy-five, and the students who come there not only have 8,000 carefully selected volumes to choose from, but have access to sixty-seven magazines and three news- papers to which the school regularly sub- scribes. These are well used, for the aver- age circulation per pupil is 18.3 books a session. Aside from being well stocked in read- ing material, the library has several fea- tures which are rather unusual. A record player equipped with two sets of earphones is at the disposal of the stu- dents, and a library of records is now well under way. These records are catalogued by composer, orchestra, conductor, and ar- tist so that the desired music is easily found. The library has a membership to the Museum of Fine Arts which provides the school with six exhibits a year. These traveling exhibitions add greatly to the stu- dents’ cultural background. The library could not be run as it is today without the help of the students. Approximately thirty students assist the librarian in all phases of the work neces- sary in maintaining a library. Their duties are rotated so that the experience they gain will be diversified. Today we have our library which has developed into one of the finest aspects of our school, not only supplying the students with the best of reading material, but also giving them invaluable training in the or- ganization of this department. Distributive Education Keeping well within the trend of mod- ern education, Petersburg High School has recently added Distributive Education to its vocational curriculum. This addition was prompted by a desire to expand the vocational possibilities of the students. Six years ago saw the beginning of this depart- ment, and since then excellent progress has been made in the development of the Dis- tributive Education course. The purpose of this course is to train students for retail jobs so that when they leave school, they have not only a well rounded cultural background, but also a means to earn a livelihood. The course of study is divided into two subjects; consumer economics, which can be called an introductory subject to the more important class, distributive educa- tion. In these classes the students are taught retailing, how to display merchan- dise, and the psychology of salesmanship. Their work is not all theory, however, for the students have an opportunity for practical application of what they learn. Each student works a minimum of fifteen hours a week in the local stores, during which time his work is rated by the mer- chants and the reports sent back to the classroom. Help and advice are given by the supervisor when called for. Running parallel to class activities is the Distributive Education- Club which offers its members many opportunities for fur- ther study which could not otherwise be undertaken. Membership is voluntary, but because of its attraction, the majority of the students are members. The classroom, which was redecorated ttvo years ago, is most attractive and has The Missile page twenty -four been rated by authorities as the best of its kind in the state. It is built to resemble the interior of a store and is furnished with counters, show cases, display shelves, full- length mirrors, and a cash register. Local merchants supply the class with displays from time to time which are studied and discussed by the students. These classes are filled to capacity, turn- ing out students who not only hold fine jobs and do well, but who are also at times winning statewide recognition in t his sub- ject. Home Economics Department The last of the departments under dis- cussion in this series is the Home Econom- ics Department, which is by no means the youngest of this group. In 1906 a class in Domestic Science was offered the young ladies of the Union Street High School. This class, under the direction of Mrs. L. C. Ragland, gave in- struction in cooking, but it was not until 1919 when the high school moved to the Anderson Building on Washington Street that sewing was added to the curriculum under the title of Domestic Arts. Miss Mary Hall was in charge of this class and later became head of the entire depart- ment. The Domestic Science rooms were locat- ed in the southwest part of the building and consisted of a cooking room furnished with domestic science desks equipped with gas burners and the necessary working utensils. Adjoining the kitchen was a small dining room where the girls became fami- liar with the amenities of dining. The Domestic Arts classroom was locat- ed in the east basement and was equipped with a half dozen sewing machines and an abundance of tables for working purposes. At this time the class was not given a per- iod of its own, and the girls that took the class did so by sacrificing study periods. In 1921 the school board purchased a residence adjacent to the school grounds which was later to be converted into apart- ments for use by the Home Economics classes. Before this was done, however, the building was used for various purposes, serving as an open air school for asthmatic students and later as a work center for the W. P. A. during the depression of the thirties. In the fall of 1944 the school board con- verted the r esidence into two apartments, one on each floor, each consisting of a liv- ing room, bedroom, dining room, kitchen, sewing room, and bath. The Domestic Science and Domestic Arts departments merged into one under the head of Home Economics, and in these fully furnished apartments amid the home- like atmosphere the girls now study, in addition to cooking and sewing, personal care, child care, and the art of entertain- ing. This department is well equipped to train girls for the vocation which will in- evitably be theirs some day, the art of being successful homemakers. Acknowledgments: The author wishes to thank Mr. I. B. Pittman, Mr. H. D. Wolff, Miss Evelyn Colie, and Mr. R. B. Gill for their kindness in granting interviews on the subject. The Missile page twenty-five Athletics m High School By Weldon Smith Jp ETERSBURG HIGH SCHOOL has had an admirable history on the athletic field. Countless numbers of young men have had their lives enriched by the thrill of competition and the spirit of fair play which have made lasting impressions upon them. Physical fitness and good sports- manship have always been stressed as the most significant phase of any athletics. In the early part of the century, athletics were not recognized as an essential part of education. Therefore, during this early period, sports were given absolutely no aid by the school, and were actually frowned upon by some of the city’s educational leaders. Although there had been a baseball team and a girls’ basketball team for sev- eral years before, the first time that both the school and the vicinity became con- scious of competitive athletics in the High School was in 1912, when a football team was organ ized and sanctioned by the school authorities. This first team was led by Mr. Herbert Gilliam, who volunteered to do the coaching, and this primordial eleven astonished everyone by not tasting defeat in a single contest during the season. These stalwarts of the gridiron served as a founda- tion for many outstanding achievements on the athletic field of honor in the years to come. During the period from 1912 to 1918, there were existing in Petersburg High School football, baseball, girls’ basketball, and indoor relay teams, the latter organized and coached by Mr. Gilliam and Mr. H. Augustus Miller. These teams practiced anywhere they could, several years working out on the present Country Club of Peters- burg grounds, until they finally settled on the McKenzie Street Ball Park. The coach- ing was done by members of the faculty who gave freely of their time and efforts. One of the most outstanding accomplish- ments earned during these years was achieved by the football warriors of 1916. Their astounding feat is plainly and frankly stated; these lads conquered Hope- well by the highly disrespectful score of 116 to 0. Although athletics had been increasing in popularity, the largest single step for- ward up to that time was taken in 1918, when the present building was erected and coaches for both boys and girls, Mr. J. F. Chadwick and Miss Anne Brillin, respec- tively, were secured for the express pur- pose of conducting physical training. In the new building was a gymnasium— the present cafeteria— and therefore a boys’ basketball team was immediately organ- ized. In the winter of 1918-19 the basket- ball team moved into the new gymnasium, after having practiced and played a few games on the court of the Y. M. C. A. The opening of school in 1919 brou ght with it two new coaches, Mr. E. S. Krantz and Miss Inez Wells, the latter to a posi- tion she was to hold for 17 years. Mr. Krantz was boys’ physical director until 1921, when he was replaced by Mr. A. D. Joyner, who stayed through 1925. Both these men handled not only the physical education classes, but also the coaching of all sports. While none of the teams during the early twenties accomplished anything astonishing, they all had outstanding rec- ords and contributed much to the school life. A glorious new regime was inaugurated in 1926 with the coming, of Mr. Roland C. Day as athletic director. Mr. Day has done much for sports and young people in Petersburg since his advent in 1926, and has dominated the sports picture in Peters- burg High School up to the present time. Mr. Day has been the primary factor in the elevation of Petersburg athletics to its proper place in state sports circles. The Missile page twenty-seven In 1930 football in Petersburg was made the object of attention of all the surround- ing territory as a new era dawned on the horizon. This transformation was pro- duced by the bequest of Cameron Field by the Cameron Estate, Petersburg High School suddenly discovered itself the pos- sessor of possibly the best, and certainly the most beautiful football field in the state. As a direct result of this, plus the fact that the caliber of play had been steadily im- proving, both the school and the commu- nity supported the teams. The first Day-coached eleven to win fame was in 1933, when the team captained by Will Rodgers won all twelve of its games. The next year, the Crimson Wave again had a very favorable season, wininng ten games, losing one, and tieing one. These athletes were captained by the great Eric Tipton. Big time football had arrived in Petersburg, and it was here to stay. Mr. Day had introduced several new sports about this same time. There was a golf team from 1929 to 1935, and a tennis team from 1930 to 1940, both of which earned creditable records. The most suc- cessful of these minor sports, however, were the boxing teams. These young pugilists, coached by Mr. Day and Mr. “Doug” My- ers of the University of Virginia, battled for only two years, but, despite this fact, won a second place in the South Atlantic Prep Tournament and had three South Atlantic Prep champions: A1 Covington, 125-pound class; Robert Young, 135-pound class, and Harwood Smith, 165-pound class. In 1935, the completion of Day Field put the spotlight on baseball. All during the 1930’s, P. H. S. was represented by out- standing teams and performers on the dia- mond. The records of these Day-coached nines are indeed to be envied: 1931 (won 17-lost 3); 1932 (won 16-lost 1); 1933 (won 13— lost 3); 1935 (won 14— Lost 2); 1936 (won 16— lost 3); and 1938 (won 13— lost 3). Certainly these excellent records deserve recognition. In 1936 another step forward was taken with the acquisition of Mr. “Buck” Brock- well of P. H. S. and Randolph-Macon as line coach. Mr. Brockwell, who stayed until 1939, was the first of Mr. Day’s as- sistants, a force which had steadily grown larger. The 1937 edition of the Crimson Wave football team was truly a memorable one. Led by Captain Aubrey Gill, these gentle- men of the gridiron not only didn’t lose a single combat (won 10— lost 0), but also captured the state championship of the Virginia High School League. The 1939 team (won 9— lost 1— tied 1), made up of inexperienced freshmen, yet losers of only one game, was captained by Jimmy Doyle. The 1942 eleven (won 9— lost 1— tied 1), captained by “Nut” Bryant did not taste defeat in a single league encounter. In 1941, due to many injuries during the season, the Crimson experienced the only losing season since the arrival of Mr. Day as head coach in 1926. The only local basketball team to create much of a stir in state circles played, strangely enough, just a year before the new gymnasium was built. The 1939 quin- tet (won 17— lost 8) advanced to the finals of the state tournament before being elimi- nated. The next year, 1940, the present physical training plant was completed. In addition to the modern gymnasium, spa- cious dressing rooms for both home and visiting teams were constructed. Once again P. H. S. came up with a tvinner. Blocking and tackling in the best Crimson Wave tradition, the 1944 eleven, led by Co-captains Oscar Wood and “Buck” Kitchen, were co-champions of Virginia. Their record, 9 wins and 1 loss, was outstanding. Another great team rep- resented the school in 1946. This time, led by Co-captains Paul Webb and Jimmy Smith, the Wave had a 10-2 record. Mr. Day was assisted in coaching during this period by Mr. Ed Motley of P. H. S. and William and Mary, who tutored the backfield and was head coach of baseball from 1943-1946, inclusive. A track team, coached by Mr. Brockwell and Mr. Frank Bowers of P. H. S. and The Missile page twenty-eight Duke University, was formed in 1939. Mr. Botvers continued as coach through 1942 when the team was disorganized for a year. The trackmen were instructed by Mr. Bob Kilbourne of Emory and Henry from 1944 through 1949 when the team was disband- ed because of lack of funds and interest. The 1947 cinder squad was perhaps the most praiseworthy, being led by Captain Frank Scott, who holds a number of local high school track records. During the years 1940-41-42, P. H. S. athletes were given an opportunity a little out of the ordinary with the forming of a wrestling team. The grapplers, coached by Mr. Frank Bowers, accumulated a very commendable record. Girls’ athletics were gaining prominence, although still considerably overshadowed by the more popular boys’ sports. Hockey, having been introduced by Miss Inez Wells in 1932, and basketball, constituted the only girls’ athletics, softball still being only an intra-mural sport. Following Miss Wells, Miss Mary Van Landingham was girls’ coach for one year, 1937. Beginning the next year. Miss Mary Pitts then was physical director until 1943, when she was succeeded by Miss Ann Van Landingham, the present tutor. The 1948 lassies of the P. H. S. hockey team won the state championship, scoring a total of 25 goals to their opponents’ 3, and not losing a single game in doing so. In 1949 both the hockey and softball Wave- lets won championship honors, both teams losing but one game. It is only fitting that we mention some of the men who have helped make the Crimson Wave teams great. Many who ex- celled have been omitted, not because of lack of merit, but because of lack of space. Therefore, we cite a few who have pursued their efforts in college and have there also been recognized as outstanding. The first and foremost of any list of P. H. S. athletes would have to be Eri c Tip- ton. Captain of the Crimson Wave in 1934, Tipton went on to much greater fame when he was co-captain and All-American at Duke in 1938. Noted for versatility. Tipton also excelled in baseball, and here, too, reached the top by playing several years in the major leagues. Other outstanding high school and col- lege stars were: Bill Spotswood, captain of P. H. S. 1929, captain of Hampden-Sydney 1933; George Smith, captain of P. H. S. 1930, captain of V. P. I. 1934; Will Rod- gers, captain of P. H. S. 1933, captain of Washington and Lee 1937; Richard Bois- seau, captain of P. H. S. 1935, captain of Washington and Lee 1939; Marvin Bass, P. H. S. 1938, co-captain of William and Mary 1942; and “Pop” Jackson, P. H. S. 1938, co-captain of Randolph-Macon 1942. In 1949 the facilities of Cameron Field were greatly improved by the construction of a large commodious club house. Con- taining space for both visiting and home teams, the new building contributes much to the appearance and convenience of Cam- eron Field. Another change was made in 1949, when the baseball team changed the site of their games and practices from Day Field to the McKenzie Street Ball Park. The last major advancement in Peters- burg High School’s athletic program was made in 1948 with the organization of Junior Varsity teams in football, baseball, and basketball. To train this material for bolstering the future of the Crimson Wave, and to assist in other ways, Mr. Bill Safko, of William and Mary, and Mr. Bob Eason, of Hampden-Sydney, were secured. Mr. Safko has coached the line in football, and J-V basketball and baseball; Eason has tu- tored J-V football and basketball, and as- sisted in baseball. These two capable men, along with Mr. Bob Kilbourne, backfield instructor and head coach of basketball, constitute Athletic Director Roland Day’s present staff. This is not the finish of great deeds on the Petersburg High School athletic fields. In the years that lie ahead, the Crimson Wave will continue to win great victories and to exhibit great athletes. Looking back over what has occurred, the only course for the future appears to be con- tinued practice of the established spirit of competition and fair play. The Missile page twenty -nine School Publications By Nancy Deibert The Missile “Sign my Missile!” “Sign my “Missile!” As these cries ring through the halls of P. H. S. every May and June, how seldom we pause to think of the story of our magazine, which was first published about thirty- eight years ago and has quite an absorbing history. In the autumn of 1911, a meeting of the Senior Class, which consisted of only seven girls and eight boys, was called. At this meeting Miss Maude Hobbs, one of the English teachers, proposed that the class edit and publish a monthly magazine, and although the boys and girls had always made a point of not agreeing on anything, all of the students eagerly accepted Miss Hobbs’ suggestion. Many people have wondered how The Missile acquired its name, and there is quite an interesting story attached to that incident, which oc- curred at the same meeting at which they decided to form the magazine. The girls would propose name after name, only to have it voted down by the opposite sex, who were looking for a more unusual title. Finally the boys proposed The Missile, which was decidedly objected to by both Miss Hobbs and all of the girls, but, as the boys had one more vote, this title won out, although some of the others were much more suitable. Charles Edgar Gilliam was chosen as the first editor of The Missile, and he also de- signed the first cover. To look through that first issue of The Missile, you would never guess that it was the same magazine we have today. Not including the ads, the small paper-backed publication consisted of only thirty-three pages, featuring among other things an athletic section, a section called “School Notes,” and several pages of jokes. In this issue the motto “En Avant,” meaning “Forward,” was published; this Missile cost only fifteen cents, had no pictures, and was issued monthly. For the next few years The Missile con- tinued to be published in this form, until in May, 1916, a Shakespearean edition came out taking historical sketches of Shakespeare as its main theme. Then the next year, in the middle of the First World War, an editorial was printed explaining that the decreased size of The Missile was because the pupils wouldn’t pay for it, and after that it began to be issued less frequently. Also the school was closed for some time on account of the rag- ing flu epidemic, causing one issue to be omitted. Then in June, 1919, a larger Missile ap- peared, one containing photographs of the gym, various rooms in the school, and also a picture of the graduating class. It was called “The New High School Number” and dedicated to the main building which had just been rebuilt. After this there is no record of any Missile for about two years, but a newspaper called The Missile was is- sued every other week. However, the stu- dents did not like the news sheet because by the time it had been written, printed, and corrected, the news was from three to four weeks old, so this was abandoned and the old type of Missile was restored. In November, 1924, The Missile was changed considerably. The Alumni, Ath- letics, and other departments were taken out, and The Missile became a literary magazine. Then, in 1926, seven years after the first pictures appeared in The Missile there were printed pictures of the football team, Coach Day, and the captain, and the next year The Missile won first place in a con- The Missile page thirty-one test for magazines from high schools all over the United States with from 500- 1,000 students. This was only one of the numerous honors conferred on The Missile by the Columbia Scholastic Press Associa- tion. In May, 1928, individual pictures o f each senior were printed for the first time in The Missile and then after three years, the senior pictures became a regular feature of the May Missiles. Then the jokes were omitted to leave room for more literary talent. The Missile then began to be issued only twice a year. When in 1933 it received no credit in the contest for the splendid art work of John Grigg and Anna Lou Moore, the school wrote to the judge and found out that he had thought the work was so good it could not possibly have been done by students. About this time the club pictures, and the Who’s Who section became regular features of The Missile, making it more like it is today. In 1942 there was not enough money to publish a Missile, so there was an inexpensive Senior Memory Book, with blank pages for autographs and other things. Beginning in May, 1943 (in which was published a letter from Joseph Gotten, say- ing that he used to collect jokes for The Missile) the magazine began to be issued only once a year, to have a central theme, and be just about as it is at the present. Petersburg High School certainly has something to be proud of in its Missile, and we hope it will continue to improve as it has in the past. The Roulette A publication at Petersburg High School which the students seldom hear of now was The Roulette. Beginning in 1923, it was published as an annual for several years, being put on sale every year at the Class Night exercises. Maurice Butler, one of the first editors- in-chief, wrote the introduction to the first issue, in which he explained the title. It was taken from the French word “rou- lette,” which means “little wheel,” and which is the name of a popular gambling game. One of the factors influencing its choice was that the school colors were then red and black, the same colors as a rou- lette wheel. This annual had individual pictures of the June and February graduates telling something about each one, and listing the activities they participated in. It contained a Who’s Who section, the Class Prophecy, and many other interesting features, but there was no literary material, as that was all published in The Missile which was then still being issued four times a year. Although the Roulette was only published about eight times, it was one of the best publications and most entertaining ever printed at Petersburg High School. The School Weekly News A publication very much in evidence now is The School Weekly News. In 1917 the Petersburg Index-Appeal permitted Mr. Miller’s class in journalism to have a weekly page in that paper, and The School Weekly News still appears in the Progress- Index every Sunday, edited by the 7-R Eng- lish classes. The paper contains editorials, news stories of various happenings around school, alumni notes, a “gossip column,” and various other features. Every Wednes- day afternoon you will find the editors working on this publication with Mr. D. P. Powers, the faculty adviser. The Missile page thirty-three Activities of Petersburg High By Kathleen Lambert and Nancy Waggoner Dramatics Club O accurate date for the organization of the Dramatics Club could be found, but it was probably begun soon after Mr. Wel- don Thompson came to Petersburg High in 1934 or 1935 to direct the plays as well as teach. Before that time, both the February and June classes had given senior plays a few weeks before they graduated. The casts of those plays were, for the most part, limited to just the senior class unless they needed to call upon the other classes for assistance and were, at that time, directed by various teachers. The club, which was founded about 1935, was later called the Masque and Gavel Society, but because of the confusion on account of the national society of the same name, last year it was changed to the Sock and Buskin Society. After the club’s founding, the senior plays were discon- tinued, and the club gave its plays twice a year under the auspices of a dramatics coach. Musical Activities The Band . . . One of the school’s most valuable and active “clubs,” and one that the school should be very proud of is the band. It was organized in 1939 with a very limited membership and a small amount of equip- ment, and from that time it has grown to its present membership of between fifty- five and sixty-five members and now has a wide range of instruments. “The primary mission of the Band is,” as Mr. Ralph Stronach, director, stated, “to give musical training and performing ex- perience to its members, thereby fostering an appreciation of band and orchestral music.” By the end of the 1949-50 term, the Band will have played for all football games, in- cluding one for Hampden-Sydney Col- lege, two public concerts, a district festival, several parades, three assemblies, and for the graduation ceremonies. The Glee Club . . . The Glee Club was organized for the same purpose as the band but without the difficulty of supplying instruments. This club is composed of three groups— Girls’ Chorus, Boys’ Chorus, and Mixed Chorus— which perform together in concerts, oper- ettas, and other programs. O. G., G. P., AND Square Circle At the present time there are three girls’ clubs which are directly associated with the High School. The memberships of each of these is about twenty girls out of all three grades who are voted on by the mem- bers of each club. Very little information could be obtained about the founding of any of the clubs. The Square Circle Club, or the Square Circle Honor Society, as it was at one time known when the constitution contained an honor clause, was the first girls’ club to be organized at this school. At the time of its founding, the only other club, except the Literary Societies, was the Boys’ Hi-Y Club. The Square Circle was set up as a sister club to the Hi-Y. The O. G., or Odd Girls’ Club, was or- ganized in 1928 by a group of girls in- terested in athletics. Goober Pep, or G. P., as it is better known, is the newest of the girls’ clubs. The Missile page thirty-four having been organized in 1939. How the names of any of the clubs were derived is not known. The “Y” Clubs There are, at present, five “Y” Clubs, two Hi-Y’s and three Tri-Hi-Y’s, in affilia- tion with the high school. All five clubs have open memberships, but the T. Al- bright Tri-Hi-Y is open only to Juniors and Seniors. The Boys’ Hi-Y, as it was called until a few years ago, was organized in 1918, and for many years it served practically the same purposes as the neAver student coun- cil, since it did any job the school called on it for. It wasn’t until 1947 or 1948 that it “split” into tAvo clubs, the Meade Hi-Y and the Cockade Hi-Y. The Girls’ Tri-Hi-Y Avas begun in 1944, and the same year Avhen the tAvo boys’ clubs Avere started, the K. Warner and the T. Albright Tri-Hi-Y’s Avere formed from the original club. Just last year the fifth of the clubs Avas formed, the Pence Tri-Hi-Y. Student Council The Student Council Avas organized in 1934, the duties of that institution having been formerly performed by the Boys’ Hi- Y. Members of the Student Council were elected by the students and they set an example for the school. In 1949, the first president to be chosen by the school, Rex Hoyle, came into office. Monitors In 1942, Avhen Mr. Meade, now the Superintendent of Schools, Avas the princi- pal of Petersburg High School, he formed an organization Avhich has since proved quite useful. The Monitor System, which has been tried with much success and some criticism in many schools, has worked out quite well here. The Monitors need no explanation to any of the students, as they are seen every- where, leading lines to the auditorium, controlling lines in the cafeteria, and “di- recting traffic” in the halls. The group meets Aveekly with Mr. H. S. Holmes as sponsor. Commercial Club The Commercial Club was formed in 1946 for the students taking as few as one Commercial subject in order to establish a closer relationship between classroom ac- tivities and business life. The club is one of the most democratic in the school and is Avell organized. Their activities include, among other things, the sale of second-hand books at the opening of each semester. F. H. A. The Future Homemakers of America (FHA) Avas organized in the fall of 1948 in order that girls might see demonstrated electrical appliances and numerous other equipment Avhich are not shown to the home-making classes. Library Club The Library Club, sponsored by Mrs. Gladys Barreto, librarian, is composed of members of the library staff who meet to discuss books and writers and see exhibits. Girls’ Monogram Club The Girls’ Monogram Club Avas formed many years ago in order to stimulate inter- est in all extracurricular activities. The club Avas inactive for a time until 1944, Avhen it was reorganized. All girls Avho earned letters in sports, dramatics, music, or literary fields were eligible for member- ship. At present the club does such things as send Christmas baskets to the needy. Camera Club Members of the Camera Club are those interested in amateur photography. Their programs consist of slides, quiz programs on photography, and other subjects of in- terest to a photographer. The members of The Missile page thirty-five the club made pictures of general scenes around school for The Missile and also photographed those in Who’s Who, also for The Missile. The club sponsored exhibits of students of other high schools which were shown in the library. They have a point system in which members receive points for photographic work. The winner, chosen by the number of points received, is awarded a piece of photographic equip- ment. Latin Club It was not until the fall of 1948 that a Latin Club was formed in our high school. Its purpose is to promote interest in things pertaining to Latin, and to give a general background for the study of Latin. The organization, which meets once a month, has a membership limited to those taking Latin 3 through Latin 8 and those who have, at one time or another, ta ken the subject. The programs are very unique, consist- ing of slides and skits and songs in Latin given by the members. Its project for the future is to present an authentic Roman banquet. The sponsors are Miss Laura Meredith and Miss Mary S. Perkins. Spanish Club The Spanish Club is one of the newest clubs in Petersburg High School, having been organized in the fall of 1949 with Senorita Gladys Wilkinson as sponsor. The club was formed in order that interested students might have a chance to learn more of the customs of Spain and other Spanish speaking countries. Clubs No Longer Active Le Cercle Francais Le Cercle Francais was formed in order that students of French might learn to sing French songs, play French games, and con- verse in French. The club was started by Miss Lucy Pilcher and in 1939, when first organized, only the better students were invited to join. Before 1941, when it was disbanded, it was open to all students of French. Le Cercle Francais was revived in 1944 by Mrs. Pauline C. Robertson but played out after a few months. The Literary Societies Not so many years ago when high school debating was at its peak, Petersburg High School had four debating teams, called literary societies, which contested against each other. The actual high school team was picked from the best debaters in each society. In 1912 two of the teams were begun, the Page Literary Society and the Daniel Society. Some years later, the Miller and the Anderson Societies were formed. Three of them were the most active clubs in school for a number of years, but it is impossible to trace the Anderson Society, and it is believed that the society was not very suc- cessful. Several awards were won by the debat- ing team, including the State Cup, and at one time one of its members won second place in the annual Declamation Contest held at the University of Virginia. History Club At one time there were both History and Civics clubs which later combined into one. Mr. H. Augustus Miller, Jr., assistant principal, founded the first History Club, the purpose of which was to acquaint the pupils with the facts of local history. Tours were made by the club in and around Petersburg, but lack of funds limited the excursions greatly. Mr. Frank Bowers re- vived the History Club, which has since disbanded, and a tour of Williamsburg was made by a number of the club members. T ri-Sci The Tri-Sci was the Science Club which held meetings off and on over a period of years. At present there is no such club, and it was abandoned because too few science students had time to participate in The Missile page thirty-sixi its activities. The plan was to enter prom- ising students in contests of the National Science Club. To be eligible it was neces- sary to prepare papers and carry on proj- ects in any of a number of fields. The Tri- Sci was open to students of biology, chem- istry, and physics. Bible Club The Bible Club is now non-existent, but operated for a number of years prior to Mr. Arthur Brown’s leaving. Mr. Brown sponsored the club and brought in a num- ber of speakers, many of them from the local churches. Art Club The Art Club had a short existence, beginning in the fall of 1944 and disband- ing in the spring session. The purpose of the Art Club was to foster a greater inter- est in the art of the school. The members made posters, studied and discussed vari- ous art movements, and had exhibitions of their own work. Boys’ Monogram Club The Boys’ Monogram Club was reorgan- ized in 1943 and differed from its sister or- ganization in that membership was limited to those boys holding athletic monograms and who were passed on by the club. There is no club at present. Some other clubs organized at one time or another were: the Archery Club, which was composed of boys and girls interested in that sport, and the Army Brats, which was organized during the war for the sons and daughters of servicemen. The many clubs and other organizations of Petersburg High School have, in the past, constituted an invaluable phase of school life, and today, they deserve the highest praise for carrying the fine tra- ditions set by their predecessors on to even greater heights. Nature By Frank Perkins A sparrow here, A robin there. An interesting little nook, — A chattering squirrel, A working beaver. The murmuring of a brook. A timid deer, A lively hare, A turkey in a tree, — A cunning bear, A sly old fox. The buzzing of a bee. A running quail, A cawing crow, A blue sky spreading above, — How can it be That man does kill These things God made to love? HikrarY Section =; t i ■ ' TBBi c ?ffi4,-: ■■ li V ; ■ 4 •. -! ■ 11 ” ■ ' r- a- :? ' • ■ ' •I The Missile page thirty-nine Literary Award By Dale Richards HE six girls were sitting in the library laboring earnestly over their first short stories. Mr. Skinner, the English teacher, had urged his pupils to hand in their very best work, as he intended to enter them all, good and bad, in the short story con- test that the Ladies’ Literary Society was sponsoring. These girls, “The Big Six,” were studious and ambitious, and five of them seemed to have their stories well under way. Jo, the athlete, was spinning out a won- derful basketball story. The theme was the usual one, with the local team winning the championship game by one goal in the last second of play, but she was put- ting into it all her enthusiasm and love of action and sports. She wrote rapidly and well. Humming softly as she wrote, Jennifer, the talented musician, was telling a story of the struggling young pianist, who, after years of hardships and practice, would finally reach her goal. A great concert hall with the young heroine taking her bows before a cheering audience was cer- tain to be the last, thrilling scene. That charming and petite ballerina, Bet- tina, had her pen simply dancing over the page to tell of the little dancer, who, in spite of broken ankles, polio, and poverty, persevered until she became the leader of the world’s most famous ballet and the toast of three continents. In the fourth chair sat Margo, the “Brain.” She had already graduated her brain child from high school “cum laude,” and had her rapidly accumulating degrees from all the famous universities before settling down, at the age of twenty-five, as the president of Vassar, Smith, or Rad- cliffe. Camilla, of course, was swooning over a love story of her own creation. There will be boy-meets-girl, moonlight and roses, happily-ever-after, love, and more love. Camilla knows all the angles, as well as her men, so her literary effort should make good reading. At the far end of the table was poor, worried Suzy, chewing on her pencil, as usual, and thumbing through a magazine, hoping and praying that a picture or phrase or something would turn up to give her an idea or an inspiration of some sort. This story-writing was an ordeal for Suzy, for, although she was intelligent enough, she had no particular aptitudes or talents, and not a creative idea in her unimagina- tive little head. The magazine seemed to be of little help, and Suzy was about to give up as she turned the last page and found noth- ing there but the picture of a plump, pink baby in a tub of foamy bubbly suds. Per- haps she could get by with something The Missile page forty about a faithful St. Bernard rushing in and rescuing the little darling from a wa- tery grave. Of course, the brat would have to dive in after that pink plastic fish, or dunk himself somehow, first. Anyhow, the dog could be the hero and win the Congressional Medal and a nice, juicy bone, which he would enjoy. Doodling the page, Suzy scarcely no- ticed the coupon at the bottom: “I like Sudsy Soap because ” Suzy doodled some more and then wrote about the baby and the dog. It was not prize material, but all five hundred words were there and it was written neatly. The girls left their stories on the desk in the English classroom. On her way down to the drugstore, Suzy stopped by the postoffice to address and mail some clippings requesting samples of beauty clay, lotion, and lipstick. As usual, Suzy had a number of these clippings. She had sent off for trial offers of anything from flea soap to Hadacol since she was ten. The afternoon that the prize- winning stories were to be announced over the radio the girls were waiting impatiently in Jo’s living room. “The Brain” usually won something in contests of this kind, but there was some speculation about the literary tastes of the judges. There were three prizes, so, even though there were many contestants, the girls felt that one of them must be a winner. The atmos- phere was tense with excitement. At last the president of the Ladies’ Lit- erary Society began her speech. The room became a madhouse when Jo Jolly was named the winner of the first prize of one hundred dollars for her story on sports- manship, and Margo Moore was awarded the thiid prize of twenty-five dollars for her excellent composition. After the speech Bettina reached over to tune in her favorite dance band. As she turned the dial, a startling announce- ment came in over a major broadcasting network; “ — and to this young lady the Sudsy Soap Company takes pleasure in present- ing a Packard convertible, a trip to Ber- muda, and fifty cases of Sudsy Soap for her original answer: T like Sudsy Soap because it washes everything: the puppy, baby, duds, dishes, and Suzy Smith.’ ” A Friend By John B. Williams While walking through the snowy woods, I thought myself alone. But then I heard a rustling sound In some low whispering tone. It ever seemed to draw me nearer To hear its moaning dole; I wondered who could be so sad In pouring out its soul. I looked around me to be sure That there was no one here. And then I found my lonesome friend — The pine tree standing near. The Missile page forty-one An International Faux-Pas By Gail Teese OST people think a birthday party is important to one person— him whose birthday it is. To most people it would seem strange that a birthday could give a sense of freedom, of greatness, and of pride to millions. However, there is such a birthday in October. It is not the birth- day of any person that is celebrated; rather that of a country that was recently born, and all too recently died a tragic death. It is the birthday of the democracy-loving republic of Czechoslovakia. It was the custom, before the Russians took over, to hold lavish balls wherever Czechs congregated to celebrate that happy date in 1919. In Frankfurt, Ger- many, in the fall of 1946, the party was held at Kronberg Castle, a large officers’ club in the mountains outside the city. The hosts were the Czechoslovakian Mis- sion and other representatives of the Czech army. The many guests were composed of rep- resentatives from all the Allied nations in Europe, military and diplomatic, and their wives. A large proportion of them were American Army officers. There were quite a few unattended males and females, the more popular secretaries, older sons and daughters of Army officers, and bachelor officers of many armies. The Castle was filled with glittering medals, the rustling of silks and satins, the ivory whiteness of bare arms , the tinkle of glasses, the murmur of conversation, against a soft background of European mu- sic. There were dresses from New York City, Paris, London, and Prague. There were blue uniforms, grey uniforms, khaki uniforms, with beribboned ehests and gleaming with polished brass. There were also a few tuxedos. After a lavish buffet dinner of delica- cies flown from Prague, dancing began in the ball-room. The small German orches- tra, complete with two violins, played haunting waltzes interspersed with lively Slovakian folk-dances. I was sitting with my parents, a Dutch admiral, and some Czech friends. The orchestra began to play a Viennese waltz, and Johnny Wagner, a Czech major and a great friend of the family, asked me to dance. Out on the floor, we waltzed in the true European manner, twirling faster and faster until the whole room seemed a kaleidoscope. I noticed other couples step back to watch Johnny’s dexterity, and soon we were surrounded by an admiring au- dience. Johnny, never one to keep out of the limelight, began to twirl and whirl even faster until my feet scarcely touched the floor. Suddenly I heard something pop. At first I thought it was a seam and paid no attention. Before long, however, my feet became entangled in something, I knew not what, and I fell to my knees. Johnny helped me to my feet, and there lay my hoop, fallen in a heap on the floor, for all the world to see. I felt at that moment as though I were causing an international in- cident. Inwardly assuring myself that I would never again wear a hoop, I some- how reached the table and sanctuary. Johnny, always the perfect gentleman, cahnly picked up my treacherous hoop and followed me, accompanied by laughter in six or seven languages. I never wore that hoop again. The Missile page forty-two Nature Lyrics By Anne Tunstall Spring Spring, a young lady, trips into town. Throws off her coat and lays her hag down. She breathes on the frost and it runs away. Then has to clean house for many a day. She then dresses herself in all shades of green. And parades around, sure to be seen. Her hair is entwined with many a flower. Bold sunflowers laugh, shy violets cower. Her eyes, fringed gentians, are a warm friendly blue That flutter and tvink whene’er they see you. Her laugh, a merry, bubbling rill. Emits a rainbow o’er each hill. Spring, a sorcerer, turns on her charm; She beckons to lovers arm in arm. Entices them into her kingdom fair Where a shepherd boy’s music swells the air; Then leaves them in a secluded spot. Content and happy with their lot. n My Love Give me the country and warm fields in May. Give me the scent of freshly mown hay. And a high tempered horse to gallop upon. And wide open spaces on which to run. Let the wind my sweaty forehead fan And roughen my features and cause them to tan. Show me a forest where tall pines grow Where sweet blooming flow’rs spread a carpet below. Let me lie by a brook babbling on to the sea And dream of things that may someday be. Then send the birds their songs to sing And let the woods with anthems ring. Paint me a sunset with rich, vivid hue Then follow with dusk and its shower of dew. Hang me a sliver of moon in the sky To remind me at night that God is nigh. These things, O God in heaven, give; With nature would I choose to live. The Missile page forty-three Lost in the Blizzard By Bob Haines T was a cold morning in early January. The kind of morning you’re glad you’ve got a roof over your head, I thought, as I crawled out of bed and climbed into my long flannels to begin another day’s work on my father’s farm in Northern Maine. It had already begun to snow as I went down the steps to breakfast. It was Sat- urday morning, and on Saturday Pa always let us kids sleep until seven o’clock. On week days, we had to be up at five-thirty to get the chores done before school. “Where’s Willie?” Ma asked me. Willie was twelve, three years younger than me, and wild as a jackrabbit. “I dunno, Ma,” I began, but my seven- teen year old sister, Sally, interrupted me. “Why, he said something last night about going down to the quarry and set- ting some mink traps. I think I heard him go out early this morning.” Pa glanced out of the window. The snow was falling faster all the time, but still visible was a small set of footprints going towards the bam, where Willie kept his traps. “Why, that crazy kid!” Pa exclaimed. “I told him never to go out of the house when it’s snowing without telling us first! ” Pa was up in a flash, pulling on his heavy fur jacket. “C’mon, Bo, I guess we better go look for him!” he exclaimed. To all the other farmers, my school teachers, and even Ma, I was Bartholomew, but Pa had always called me Bo ever since anyone could re- member. It took us only a few minutes to put on some warm clothes, and when we were ready to go, Ma had two thermos bottles full of hot coffee for us. “Here’s something to keep you warm,” she said, as she handed them to Pa. “It’s snowing a lot harder, and you may not be back for an hour or more, ’’ she added. Pa stuffed the warm container into one of his big pockets, lifted his shotgun from the rack, and we set out into the snow. It had snowed only a few days before, and with every step we took, the hard crust crunched under an inch of freshly fallen snow. The snow was falling faster all the time, and it was only the broken line of trees that enabled us to stay on the path as we picked our way through the swirling snow. We plodded on for what seemed hours, when finally Pa called back to me, “Look sharp. Bo, we’re near the quarry!” I could barely catch his words, as I peered through the wall of whiteness, seeing only the steadily plodding figure of my father a few The Missile page forty-four yards ahead. We went over Willie’s trap- line, and although the snow had covered over most of his traps, the trees he had blazed were still visible. The snow seemed to be getting worse all the time, and al- ready my toes and hands were numb with cold. This was a blizzard, and my little brother was lost in it! The falling crystals had turned to a powder, and as the cold wind swept through the woods, my face tingled as though slapped by a hand of ice. It showed no sign of letting up, and the fallen snow began to wet through my pants as I plod- ded through knee-high drifts. Suddenly Pa came to an abrupt halt, and I could hardly believe what my eyes told me I saw. There in the path in front of me, almost covered over with snow, lay my brother’s jacket. As my father picked it up and shook off the snow, I could see that it was badly mangled and spotted with blood. Pa’s face was as white as the swirling snow as he spoke. “L-let’s get back— to the house—.” We trudged back through the snow without a word. I felt sick as I thought of what had happened to Willie, and how Ma would take it. Finally we reached the house, and the moment Ma saw our faces, she knew some- thing was wrong. “W-what’s the mat- ter, Pa?” she asked. “Brace yourself, Hettie,” Pa began, but the creak of the stairs interrupted him. I turned, to see Willie standing in his pa- jamas at the top of the stairs, sleepily rub- bing his eyes. “Willie! ” cried Pa. “Where’ve you been?” “I haven’t been nowhere.” Willie looked at Pa in surprise. “I’m sorry I slept late, but my room was cold, and I just couldn’t get out of bed.” But his coat— I thought. Then I re- membered how, when I was ten or eleven, on cold winter nights, I would wrap a coat around my pet calf to keep him warm. “What’s the matter. Pa? ” Willie asked, puzzled. “It’s nothing, son. A bobcat got your pet calf during the night, and hauled him into the woods and ate him, but you’ll get the very next calf that’s born!” And Pa turned and winked at me. Snakes By Paul Lamb Snakes are a crawly, slimy lot; They’re sneaking as can he. And it seems that every time I see one It’s slipping up on me. Strolling along the garden path, I met a snake one day. I looked at him, he looked at me. And we hurried our own way. The kind that I despise the most Are the ones that sneer and talk. I’d rather meet the snakes that crawl Than meet the kind that walk. The Missile page forty-five A Sleeping Beauty By Jim Morris OME people can be so absurd about their sleeping habits. I knew a man once who insisted on sleeping on the floor. No matter where he was, it was always on the floor. Personally I can’t see it. I tried it once. Never again! Madam, I felt like saying, you have been robbed. Your carpenter should be sued for gross negligence. He didn’t hammer the nails all the way down. Why, it’s downright dangerous. One might receive a serious injury from the nails; besides you should always keep your floors as smooth as pos- sible, for one never knows when a guest will want to sleep on them nowadays. They say that after you get used to a hard surface, you sleep more soundly. In my opinion one never gets used to it. You are just kept awake for two or three nights and then from sheer exhaustion you could sleep on anything. Then after you are reasonably rested, the vicious circle begins again. Oh well . . . I would like to take this opportunity to wish all grades of mayhem and untold horror possible on the fiendish wretch who originated the scheme of putting sheets in sleeping bags. This article is not fastened down, but is merely spread either over or under the unsuspecting fool who uses one. The cloth is especially selected for its ability to cling to the occupant and has the unnatural, snakelike power of encircling the sleeper and occasionally of constriction. At dawn after a night of untold misery, I awoke to find myself bound hand and foot, and it wasn’t until after a call for assistance that I was able to extract myself from my sleeping bag. I was told that my companions had been in the same state and had been unable to free themselves without the aid of an- other. How the first one ever escaped is beyond me. He said he taught Houdini, but I doubted this as he was only ten years older than I. Had the unwonted appear- ance of a vicious animal like a porcupine or beaver necessitated a rapid exit I can imag- ine the flight that would have taken place, like a sack race with personified evil wrap- ped around our lower extremities and the devil hard after us to make us one of his own. Personally I was in no mood for games. May the curses of Allah be heaped on the infidel inventor of such a fiendish micthod of confinement. Once I was traveling in an upper berth on the Rock Island Raihoad between Memphis, Tennessee, and Oklahoma City. In the wee small hours of the morning with me half asleep, the train gave a sud- den lurch, and I was immediately beset by some horrible supernatural creature sent, so I thought, to punish me for some un- known sin I had committed. I wrestled with the monster in a vain effort to throw it off my body. In the dim half light of dawn, I was unable to distinguish the shape of the thing. I beat on its rough, horny skin and finally succeeded in dis- lodging it and pushing it out of the berth. I heard an agonizing scream and a thud, and realizing the creature had found an- other victim I cautiously peered out. . . . After much explaining and a slight tip I finally convinced the porter that I had not thrown it at him and with his help was able to replace my valise on the small ledge at the foot of my berth. I think the Company should provide means by which the valise could be fastened down. I might have injured it, especially if I had had a knife handy. . . . I awakened with a start! What were those strange noises coming from down stairs? I loaded my gun and cautiously The Missile page forty-six descended and as I drew near to my mother’s bedroom the sounds grew in in- tensity. Bracing myself for some un- known horror I flung the door open wide! . . , My dear old mother was snoring again! I never yet heard a snore that equaled that of my mother, I have been awakened in the night by some of the weirdest, inhuman, unearthly sounds I have ever heard coming from a person’s mouth. She sounds like a whining, a wrestler, and someone being choked to death, all at the same time. How nerve- racking! But I’m the out-door type. Open all the windows! There, smell that cold, fresh air. Noises and lights don’t bother me at all. Just let me lie down. That’s all need . . . Psst! Wake up, Jim! What’s the matter with you? The teacher will see you in a minute. Kerchoo! There bust have been a power failure last night. By electrie blanket must have been shorted. Besides who can sleep with a radio going full blast dowd stairs? I think the city should guard the power plant better. Sombone bust have cut the power lines. I don’t know . . New York By Gail Teese Brushing the sky with concrete hands. Hustling and bustling. New York stands Impervious to life’s demands — But life goes on. Boaring along beneath the ground They go, the tides of humans bound To work in city so renowned. But falsely drawn. Rushing, they know so little, why The trees are green and blue the sky. And will not know until they die And see the dawn. Blindly they go from day to day Knowing nothing of song or play. The joyous dance, the hurt dogs bay. Or velvet lawn. Seeing no stars for neons glare. Catching no -part of fresh spring air. Just weary, tired and full of care When day is gone. Missing the joys of Mother Earth, Dreaming of things of little worth, A populace devoid of mirth — Can life go on? The Missile page forty-seven O Shame! 0 Woe! By Jerry McCullough FEW years ago when I was a fresh- man in high school I had dreams of be- coming a great football star. Although then as now I wasn’t very big or muscular, 1 thought I was fast enough to stay away from the big guys. The season progressed, but I didn’t. Every night after school I endured two and a half hours of practice, or maybe I should say punishment. I was used as a blocking and tackling dummy, and when it came time to scrimmage I was always on defense and plays were pounded through me as if I were some great ob- stacle to overcome. I was overcome all right— overcome with black eyes, loose teeth, and sore joints. I struggled on, though, hoping that by some miraculous coincidence I would play in at least one game. The day that I was to see action finally arrived. Although before the game I didn’t know it, this was to be the turning point in my football career. We were to play one of the weaker schools in the state and were favored by heavy odds. Pre- vious to this game I had learned all there was to know about bench-sitting. While putting on my uniform, which would have held two of me just as easily as one, I placed large pieces of s ponge rubber in the seat of my pants as an extra comforter to that part of the anatomy which would most likely get sore from sitting on a bench. Game time arrived and I hurried to my battle station so as not to be left stand- ing as had often happened before. We won the toss and elected to receive. Kick- off time to half time produced nothing but about a dozen spectacular razzle-dazzle plays which brought the crowds to their feet, left the opposing team in utter con- fusion, and made the score 48 to 0. Dur- ing the intermission the first string dressed and went out to watch the rest of the game. The second string was to start the second half and, of course, I was in my glory. Now I wouldn’t have to sit on the end of the bench. Since I was the only one left on the bench, I could sit any place I wanted to. The second half started and the second string, though clumsy at first, began a repe- tition of the first half. • With about four minutes to go in the game and the score standing at 51 to 12, coach called my name and I leaped to my feet. In doing so I split a seam in my well worn pants, but a little thing like that didn’t stop me. I ran onto the field and assumed my po- sition at quarterback. The Missile page forty-eight Final minutes of play ticked away and I accomplished nothing except brilliantly increasing the size of the tear in my pants. I called a quarterback sneak and crashed into the line for a six-yard loss. Nothing seemed to work except the sponge rubber pads in my pants. They had worked themselves down around my knees and made it extremely hard to run. The ball was on the fifty yard line and there was time for just one more play. I called an end around play in v hich I re- ceived a lateral around the right flank. The play clicked beautifully and I found myself in an open field racing my way to pay dirt. I reached the forty . . . thirty- five . . . thirty . . . twenty-five . . . twenty . . . fifteen . . . and suddenly my breeches completely split open and hog-tied my ankles. I hobbled and hopped my way to the five yard line where I was hit by a bull-dozer and a ten-ton truck. When I finally regained my senses, I was being carried off the field on the shoul- ders of my team-mates to a tumult of cheering and laughing. The cheering was because I had accidentally made a touch- down by means of the momentum of my pursuers. The laughing was due to the fact that I had no pants. I mentioned earlier that this game was the turning point of my football career. It was! I turned in my uniform and haven’t played since. All These Bring God To Me By Dolly Davis I The organ music in a cool cathedral, The heavenly sunlight on the stained glass. The bells that ring in the top of majestic belfries The simple prayer of the lower class. All these bring God to me. II The flowers in the new and lovely springtime. The bird that sings ivhile sitting in the tree. The fragrance of a lovely summer evening. The balmy wind, the careless leaf set free. All these bring God to me. III The clear high notes of the coloratura soprano. The love of a mother for her new born child, The colors of the leaves that change with the seasons. The thrill that comes when I feel the call of the wild. All these bring God to me. The Missile page forty-nine Wrong Impressions By Yvonne Havelock ANY young people often try to act older than they are in order to impress older people, and a couple of years ago I was a good example. I wasn’t consid- ered beautiful, by any means, but I had been told that I possessed fairly pleasant features. However, I was always trying to improve them by using all kinds of cosmetics which movie stars and sophis- ticated, worldly people patronized. My taste in clothes, especially those for dress, included tight-fitting, dark-colored dresses with a drape or two and as low a neckline as it was possible and fairly decent to wear. All of my shoes had high enough heels to more than rival Carmen Miranda’s and when anyone would ask me how I could walk in them, I would laughingly re- ply that as a little girl I used to use my young brother’s stilts until I naturally be- came accustomed to them. My father often informed me that mountain climb- ing should come easy to me because of my constant experiences with high altitudes. However, despite all the teasing my ap- pearance caused, I clung to these habits until I learned a lesson. The lesson appeared in the form of Pe- ter Dennis Macon (called Pete for short), a good-looking college man, who honored our town with a visit to his cousin. Pete had everything any girl could want in a man and more besides. He took the local girls by storm, and they kept referring to him as a cross between Peter Lawford and Larry Parks. With all this excitement over the new local “crush” you can imagine my joy and triumph when I secured a date with him for the big dance. The fact that the date was “blind ’ on his part did not lessen my enthusiasm, and I constantly kept remind- ing my friends of the coming event and assuring them that it had all come about because I had discarded childish things and had become worldly and sophisti- cated. The night of the dance I took greater pains with my dressing than usual, for despite all the boasting I had done, I knew that I really liked Pete more than I cared to admit, and my heart was set on the impression I would make that night. The bathroom was occupied for several hom ' s while my father angrily paced the floor outside and declared that there was no place, absolutely no place, like home. I painted my nails with that new dark shade of polish that all international society was wearing but simply couldn’t decide what gown to put on. I finally settled in favor of the red velvet one, the one my father had seen one day with the remark that it looked as if the manufacturer had for- gotten to finish it in some places, particu- larly the top. Free usage of my mother’s new, imported French perfume ( the name of which I couldn’t pronounce) in my estimation added the finishing touch to my ensemble. Extensive reading of world events and matters of interest to older people had provided me with a high enough range of interests and amount of knowledge to make Pete realize that he had not dated a mere high school girl, but a person of higher intelligence. About a week after the dance, my best friend, Lois Brown, called me on the tele- phone, and when I told her that Pete hadn’t called or spoken to me since the evening of the dance and that he had now ended his visit with his cousin, she was very much surprised. However, I went on to explain that I had just found out that after the dance Pete had told his cousin that I was a grand girl, but I was just much too old for him. This episode cured me completely of the habit of trying to act older, and I’m sure I’ll never make that mistake again. The Missile page fifty Frustration By Gail Teese Land-locked The sand was lapped by one small wave. Pushed in by the ebbing tide; Unconscious of the call it gave. It rose, fell back, then died. Just one small wave, with call so clear To follow, go with the sea; I stood, and sighed, and shed a tear, I knew it was calling me. My heaH cried out to sea and sky To follow that small green wave. To sail the seas, a sailor I, No longer a land-locked slave. The sand was lapped by one small wave. I wearily walked along Never to know, till I reach the grave. The sound of a sailors song. II The Call What is this voice that’s calling me Far over the land, across the sea? The plaintive cry of gypsy viol. The sound of a palm on tropic isle. Stoke Pagis’ bells, a Chinese gong. An African chant, V enetian song. The sigh of wind, the crash of sea. The cry of a gull that’s flying free— All join in one, beg me to find Tranquillity for my nomad mind. The Missile page fifty-one By Fred Bisger “ ‘The fog comes on little cat feet; it sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on’. You know, every time I hear that poem I think of London,” remarked Gregory Weatherford as he waited for the steamship to dock at Bends Harbor, England. “Are you going to London, also?” “No,” answered the stranger abruptly. At this, the man in the black overcoat hurried ojff into the mass of people that flowed over the deck of the spacious ship like ants raiding a sugar-bowl. “He must not like to become acquainted with people or else he has a superiority complex,” grunted Gregory, somewhat ir- ritated. Finally after almost an hour Gregory managed to get his baggage checked through to London. He boarded the train for the two-hour trip to the capital of England. As he was browsing through a magazine he had brought with him, he caught a glimpse of a man whom he had seen before. There was something about his sharp features and his conser- vative clothes that fascinated him. The man was sitting about four seats in front of him on the other side of the coach, and up to this time he had not noticed Gregory’s curiosity. As the stranger’s eyes met those of Gregory Weatherford, he quickly pulled the newspaper up to his face. This was the man that Gregory had tried to make friends with. Feeling the presence of Gregory’s cu- rious eyes and suspecting nature, the stranger got up from his seat and moved to another coach. This was the last he hoped to see of the “snoopy” American. He managed to stay out of sight until the train reached London and then he grabbed a cab and lost himself from the curiosity of Gregory Weatherford. All that evening Gregory could not get the stranger off his mind, and while he sat in the hotel dining room, he thought of the hunted look in the mysterious per- son’s eyes. By chance, the hotel at which Weather- ford was staying was directly across the thoroughfare from the Russian Embassy. The room in the hotel was located on the fifth floor facing the street and this gave Gregory a chance to see some of the street, but especially a view of the people who went in and out of the Embassy. Gregory had finished his shower and was sitting by the window, gazing at the sights, when he thought again of the man with the hunted look, of whom he had thought so much the night before. His eyes caught a view of a figure walking di- The Missile page fifty-two rectly into the doors of the Embassy and then the man halted and stood a minute as if he were a statue. Gregory was astound- ed that this man looked, even from so great a distance, like the stranger. He quickly snatched up his field glasses, which he al- ways carried with him, and without a doubt proved that this was the stranger. Quickly putting on his clothes, Weather- ford raced down into the hotel lobby and went into the brisk morning air. He was determined to find out who this person was, even if it was none of his business. Standing around waiting for something to happen was not Weatherford’s idea of exciteiuent. He liked to get out and hunt for it. Watching the Russian Embassy was not an easy job, but finally after two hours, pa- tience was rewarded and Gregory was thankful that the stranger had not gotten away from him. The man started to walk down the street with the American cas- ually strolling behind him and under some strange circumstance did not observe that he was being followed. This chase led through all parts of the city, and Gregory was wondering when this fellow was go- ing to stop for something to eat. At last the stranger stopped at a cafe and ordered lunch. Gregory did likewise. He was starved. After lunch the stranger started once more with his unknown traveling compan- ion in not too distant pursuit. The art gallery was the first place they visited. The only paintings that were observed were the modern Russian ones. Finally the man stopped at one painting entitled “The Gallant Red.” He then took out a notebook and scribbled a few notes and hurried off. As he sped off, a small piece of paper fell out of his notebook and Greg- ory picked it up. It read, “Vodka Gafe, 8 : 00 .” When Gregory Weatherford regained the street he found that the stranger had given him the slip. He then returned to his hotel to try to put facts together. He decided it would be worth his while to be at the Gafe Vodka at 8:00. As he got out of the cab in front of the cafe, the London fog was enveloping the whole area and Gregory cursed this fact but then decided there was nothing he could do about it. Sitting in the middle of a Russian cafe with foreigners was no fun, but Gregory decided to stick it out. The stranger walk- ed in and right past the American into a back room. Gregory got up and followed very cautiously. He paused in the shad- ows and listened at the door. He heard, “With this idea, stolen from the stupid Americans, we can put Russia’s economic system up to a new level. We can make Russia more powerful than the United States. Everyone that is here, sign this paper.” Gregory didn’t know what to do. He thought that this must be a gang of some sort and up to no good. Through the smoke-filled room he saw no face that looked as if it could be trusted. There was only one thing to do. That was to break in on the meeting. His heart was beating as if he were going to die then and there; his pulse pounded; his breathing sped up; and then he rushed in. He shouted, “All right, what are you guys up to?” There was no answer as the men backed up against the wall. Weatherford grab- bed the papers that were on the table and read, “Moscow Pyramid Glub.” The Missile page fifty-three My Sister’s Big Mouth By Dolly Davis One morning this summer, I was loung- ing in a very awkward but very eomfort- able position on the porch swing, when who should stop his car in front of our house but my “number one dream-boat.” Oh, but was I horrified! You should have seen me! I was wearing a pair of aqua shorts and the top to my yellow bathing suit. While I was trying to get comfortable, the straps to my bathing suit top fell down over my arms. I was too comfortable to perform such a major operation as fixing my straps, so they remained draped over my arms. Being barefooted and having my hair rolled up made me look all the worse. In other words I looked precisely the way I didn’t want to look when Mr. B— came up the steps and onto the porch. I sat up, straightened my outfit so that it would at least look decent, and demand- ed why he didn’t let me know he was coming to see me. After all, it was only 9:30 a. m. on a rainy Saturday morning! Do you think it was enough to be caught in such a manner? Oh, no! My darling little sister (a dizzy blond with a mouth that is too big and forever yapping) banged out of the door onto the porch where my guest and I were discussing the weather at great lengths. She usually starts talking right away about everybody and everything, but, strangely enough, she was very quiet. I thought to myself, “Hmmm, when she does start talking, what she says will be a killer.” How right I was! A— happened to mention that I hadn’t answered one of his questions in a recent telephone conversation we had had or that he didn’t remember what I said. I told him that I didn’t remember either. Deanna, my sister, must have been wait- ing for those words, for she said immedi- ately, “I don’t know what Dolly said to you during your conversation, but I cer- tainly know what she told Mama after- ward.” Quite naturally A— said, “What?” But he had to pay her a dime to tell him. Even though I threatened to wring her neck, pull her hah, call mother, and do some other things, Deanna told A— that I said he was “perfectly darling, hand- some, and oh, so tall and that I wished he would call and come to see me every day.” If someone had given me a shovel at that precise moment, the first thing I would have done was hit Deanna Davis on the head. Then, after digging a hole in the ground, I would have crawled in and pulled the dht in on top of me. I lived through that dark and dismal hour with a red face and a raging temper which, strangely enough, I didn’t lose, only to have Deanna tell the painters at the apartment building down the street ( 1 ) where I was going every time I went out, (2) whom I was with, (3) what I ate for dinner, and (4) how late I stayed out. Everytime the neighbors know all about my business I can usually accredit it to “My Sist er’s Big Mouth.” The Missile page fifty-four A Summer’s Vacation By Jim Morris First comes Hope, Hope, Hope. As spring draws nigh, the yearning starts Within my soul to find once more That glorious land forever blest And peace not often found by men. Then comes Joy, Joy, Joy. Can it be that I have eome? My longing is satisfied at last By the rugged beauty of this spot. Its snow capped peaks and forests green. Last comes Grief, Grief, Grief. Must I leave this Shangri-La, Its swift cool streams and sparkling lakes? My heart grows heavy at the thought Of leaving that which nature creates. Youth By Dolly Davis I All eyes are turned upon the door. Those of the rich and of the poor. Where are we now? To tell the truth. Were attending a ball and waiting for youth. She should be here; she’s never late. Shell be here yet; now, just you wait. II A knock at the door, can it be she? Someone answers; who is he? Opportunity. On his arm Is Youth herself so full of charm. See how she dances, merry and free! Would she could stay eternally. The Missile page fifty -five The Arrow By George Harvey It was a cold November day in the year 1768. In the Indian countiy along the Ohio River a few scattered flakes of snow drifted uneasily to the ground and dis- appeared into the gathering darkness among the trees that stood naked and menacing against the steel-gray sky. The leafless willows along the banks of the great river were constantly in motion, swaying restlessly to the touch of the chill autumn wind. A few scattered clouds scuttled through the darkening sky, which was overcast with a leaden haze. At intervals, a sudden icy blast, bringing with it a flurry of snow, would send hordes of the glistening white flakes hurrying to earth, only to vanish mysteriously when they settled on the mat of damp leaves which covered the forest floor. The black limbs of the gigantic oaks, maples, and ehns stretched upward until they seemed to fade into the heavens, and throughout the dark woods stood great birches, loom- ing ghostly and white in the gathering darkness. The trunks of tfie forest giants rose like massive black columns, often towering a hundred feet into the air. In places where the virgin timber gave way to wide mea- dows splotches of white could be seen where the newfallen snow still remained on the carpet of brovm grass. Here and there a shadow moved stealthily as a wild animal sought refuge in the dusky recesses of the forest. The wild beasts were not alone in their search for shelter, however, for among the trees, the fading twilight revealed the fig- ure of a man, clad in the buckskin clothes of a hunter, moving swiftly through the woods. From his belt hung a tomahawk and a hunting knife, and in his hand he carried a rifle, its barrel glinting coldly in the fading daylight. The biting wind was becoming more chilled, and it seemed to gather momen- tum as it swept among the trees, bending the young saplings almost to the ground. The man quickened his pace as he felt the icy blast sweep upon him, but still he ap- peared to remain cautious, as if on the alert for an unseen foe. He wondered at his own actions, for what was there to fear? He thought of the Cherokees, but found no excuse for his uneasiness there, for they had not been known to cause trouble during the five years that he had hved in the Ohio country. Perhaps it was just the thought of his family and a cozy fire that made him quicken his pace. Yes, that was it. Home lay only four miles dis- tant, and his wife would have a warm sup- per ready for him when he entered the door. The Missile page fifty -six Suddenly the great expanse of forest thinned out, and a broad field, spotted in several places with a thin blanket of snow, appeared before him. The man welcomed the meadow, for the woods afforded diffi- cult traveling in many places, especially in the evening. As he neared the opposite side of the field, he came upon the ruins of an old French fort which had been destroyed in one of the early Indian wars. A few crumbling stone walls that had sur- vived the battle still remained, half buried under several charred logs that had once served as a gate. The ruins were partly covered in places by the snow that had begun to fall. It was almost dark as the man paused a moment to examine the remains of the fort, and then he rounded a snow-covered stone wall to continue his journey. But he halted abruptly and peered into the shadows ahead, where his keen eyes had detected a slight movement only an in- stant before. Then a tremendous black bear suddenly loomed out of the darkness before him and rose on his hind legs to a height of fully eight feet! The man tlirew his rifle to his shouder in an instant, and as the huge beast lunged for him, he pulled the trigger. There was a faint click as the spark from the flint glanced harmlessly off the wet powder! Dropping the gun, he reached for his tomahawk, but he real- ized that he could not escape the bear’s claws, for the beast was nearly upon him. Suddenly the bear’s rush was stopped, almost in mid-aii ' , as the beast roared in rage and pain. The man nimbly dodged the falling animal and raised his tomahawk to defend himself as best he could. How- ever, his action was needless, for the bear was dead! The astonished hunter, after reloading his rifle and making sure that the beast was lifeless, examined the car- cass, and much to his amazement, found a Cherokee arrow imbedded in the bear’s heart. He paused a moment silently to thank his unknown Indian friend and then struck off into the forest again. It was nearly dark as he reached home, but he was greeted by the warm glow of a fire and the hot meal that his family had ready for him. Later in the evening, he related the story of his adventure to his family, and not until then did he learn that the Chero- kees were on the warpath, and that the arrow that had saved his life had been meant for him. Too Late By Mary Williams Alone she sat from day to day Rocking in her chair; I still can see the white-haired one Whose favorite place was there: A worn out shoe cast out of the way That someday one may need. Or a cornered bird caught by a cat Waiting to be freed. 1 wish I had filled her life with joy And let her happy die. But now she is free from care and pain In a better place than 1. The Missile page fjty-severi An Embarassing Moment By Nancy Deibert J HOE dye . . • whenever anyone men- tions that substance, I turn away and shud- der at the memory which it brings back. I believe it was when I was a senior in high school that I had my first and only experience with the obnoxious liquid; the date is uncertain, but the details are still vividly imprinted in my mind. It all began with a pair of white shoes, which I dearly loved, but which became increasingly harder to keep clean, so I decided to dye them black and thereby solve my problem. Procuring a bottle of the dye, I determinedly set to work, al- though when I got a whiff of it my first thought was to toss it out of the window. After I had treated the shoes as directed on the bottle, I gave them an exti ' a coat of dye for good measure. Then I put them aside to dry in an open window, where I hoped the peculiar odor would blow away. When I awoke the next morn- ing, of course the first thing I did was to rush to the window for my shoes. They looked beautiful, and wonder of wonders. they did not smell half so pungent as they had the night before. Arriving at school, I did not go in right away, because I wanted to show Mary Lou, my best friend, what a superb job I had done on my shoes. This being done, I went in and to my first class. When the bell rang for the second period class, Mary Lou and I remained in the same room for our next class, and as the other pu- pils were coming into the room, she leaned over and whispered something I could not distinguish. Then the class was called to order, and she moved back into her seat. Faintly at first, and then more and more, I began to detect a peculiar smell, and with growing horror it dawned on me that it came from my shoes! Glancing furtively ai ' ound me, I noticed several of the girls were holding their handkerchiefs to their noses, and some of the boys cough- ed meaningly. I was sure that no one in the room could possibly know what the terrible odor was except Mary Lou, and when I glanced in her direction, her lips formed a silent, “I told you so!” The suffocating aroma was spreading throughout the whole room, and finally the teacher asked some of the boys if they would raise the windows. In an agony of embarrassment I slouched down into my seat and appeared absorbed in my text- book, as I prayed that I would not be recognized as the cause of this thing. After what seemed an eternity, I looked at my watch and saw that the period still had thirty-five minutes to go. I knew I could not stick it out for such a long time, because by then someone would surely discover what it was, and I would be the laughing-stock of the whole school, so I quietly asked permission to leave the room and get a sick-slip. Arriving home, I immediately took the offending shoes off and threw them into the garbage can, and they were close- ly followed by an almost-empty bottle of black dye. The Missile page fifty -eight Morning By John B. Williams It was an empty quiet morning cold; Thick droplets of frost had settled to the ground; The eastern sky while dimly lit foretold The break of dawn for miles and miles around. The lengths and lengths of darkened quilted sky Drew back its blanket form from East to West, While morning whistles shrieked their raucous cry; The flaming sun had risen to a crest. Its waited heat, from a dark and chilly night. Now stretched in waves across the frosty ground; It dried each touch of frost and brought the light In beams that woke a lazy sleepy hound. That shook its head and looked around and moaned And dropped again its head and tail and groaned. No Hits, No Runs, No Hair By Jerry McCulloch My life is like a baseball game, Ifs all too plain to see; Each time I meet a lovely dame Vve got two strikes on me. I do my best to reach first base. But friends, I must declare. Although I set a lively pace I lose out by a hair. I met a gal so sweet and gay For whom my heart did care; Read the ‘‘box score” on that play — “No hits, no runs, NO HAIR!” The Missile page fifty-nine The Fatal Prank By Betty Nance S Jim Poe drove his shiny, black Buick out of the garage, he and his wife, Alice, heaved deep sighs of relief, for finally they were ready to pick up John and Marie Boyles, and head for their little cabin on the James River. They had planned to spend the whole day at the shack, but try as they would they just couldn’t get away on time with all the in- terruptions one has these days. It was now way past noon and Jim pressed his foot a little harder on the gas to make up for lost time. After all, hadn’t he and the others planned to take life easy just for one day? He couldn’t afford to lose such valuable time. Having picked up John and Marie, he headed the big car in the direction of the old Brandon Plantation, for their cabin was located just below this famous old place. All four in this little group were very light-hearted and gay. They talked eagerly about the fun they would have away from the work and toil of their of- fices and homes. Soon they reached their destination. It was a pretty little log cabin placed just a few yards from the spaikling water of the James. Truly, this was the ideal place for a day of fun and rest away from the cares of the world. What a wonderful time they had that day! They swam in the cool water of the James, sun bathed on the soft white sand of the beach, and ate delicious food which they cooked on an outdoor fireplace. Be- fore they knew it, the day was over and they reluctantly watched the sun disap- pear below the horizon. As soon as it grew dark, the two couples withdrew to the cabin to pack up then provisions. As the two women were get- ting the cabin in order, Jim called out gaily, “Be back in a few minutes, gals. We’re going to tie up the boats. Don’t let any spooks get you.” “Hurry back,” Alice replied. “It’s get- ting late, and I don’t fancy the idea of being left alone in this cabin at night. Were five miles from civilization, you know.” Within ten minutes Alice and Marie had everything packed and were ready to go, but the men had not yet returned. This being the case, they decided to play a quick game of Canasta. Several hands and one hour later the men had not yet returned. Alice began to get fidgety, and Marie, who was usually very calm, began walking the floor and smoking one cigarette after another. Suddenly they heard a scream! Both stif- fened and turned pale as ghosts. They were too frightened to say a word. Then they heard it again and both began to laugh hysterically, for they realized that it was only the screech of an owl. The Missile page sixty They sat there for another thirty min- utes, neither saying a word, both too frightened to move. What had happened to their husbands? Had they been kid- napped, killed, or drowned? Jim had the keys to the car. Should they walk five miles to get help, or should they wait pa- tiently in the cabin? What should they do? All of these questions kept running through their minds, but still they sat there straining their ears for the sound of fa- miliar voices or footsteps. Nothing could be heard but the gentle rustling of the leaves and the continual chirping of the crickets. Suddenly, Alice jumped up and grabbed one of the rifles. ‘T can’t stand it another second!” she re- marked frantically. “I’m going after them.” Marie, feeling the same as Alice, grabbed the other gun and followed her out of the door. Outside it was as bright as day, for there was a large full moon. After glancing around the cabin, they started down the road to the highway. At every unusual sound their blood chilled. After walking a mile they grew so weary and frightened that they had to give up the search. As they drew near to the cabin, they noticed two figures standing in the shadow of the cabin. At first they thought it was Jim and John, but as the men drew closer they saw that the men were not white, but black. At that instant, two shots rang out loud and clear and two black men slumped to the ground. Also the terrifying screams and sobs of two women could be heard far into the night, for who has ever seen two black men with white hands and blonde hair? The Pianist By Joyce Cohen Everyone applauded as 1 took my seat before The baby grand piano in the middle of the floor. They thought they had me worried as I took my centra l place. But a ceHain shade of confidence derran my modest face. 1 spread my skirt out to its width and gracefully it fell O’er that small piano bench and to the floor as well. I struck a chord majestically to test the tone and pitch And found that it was suitable; its sound was deep and rich. Then abruptly ceased the tumult as 1 spread the music out. Limbered my dexterous fingers and discreetly glanced about. Placed my fingers on the keyboard and prepared to swing and sway. When I suddenly remembered that Td never learned to play! The Missile page sixty-one Advertising, The Modem Pied Piper By Billy Allen OW, I’m not from Missouri, but I’d like for you to show me where modern advertising is either informative or reli- able. The advertising t oday is a race— a race to see which product can worry you to death, or to the point that you buy it. I don’t care how good or bad a prod- uct is, if it hasn’t got good advertising, it just doesn’t stand a chance. Even the advertisers know they’re printing a lot of hooey, but they know if you hear and see ads for products, all day and night, your curiosity will get the best of you, and you’ll try it, just to see if what they say about it is true. It’s gotten to the point that now, when I sit down at the breakfast table to eat, I can’t enjoy my cereal unless it snaps. crackles, and pops or is shot from guns. And why is it that my father and all coaches have always told me not to smoke? For when I see advertisements for cigar- ettes, they swear that all good athletes smoke and even have them endorse their brand. Take this “I’d walk a mile for a Camel” ad. I doubt if most people would walk a block for just one cigarette. And Ford’s ad that tells you it’s the best car on the road, when anyone knows it’s no good ex- cept for a year. This pattern holds true for any ad you can name. But invariably, everybody always turns to the ads when he is looking for something to buy. “Doctors recommend Colgates”; “Be a man of distinction, drink Calvert”; “Shell, the most powerful gas your car can use “Your teeth will be whiter if you chew Dentine gum.” I believe if a paper com- pany said that paper was stronger than steel, in a little while it would have half the people in this country believing it. I’ve heard plenty of ads over the radio and laughed before, but the one that really bowled me over was the one for Had-a-Col that told of a man who couldn’t read or write, who tried Had-a-Col, and in a lit- tle while he was teaching Latin and Greek at Harvard. Oh, brother!! The Moon Above By Jean Kimball The waning moon cast long pale shafts of light; At first obscure hut now, still timid, one sees. In calm of night, the black silhouette of trees Against the dark gray sky; this ghostly sight Remains awhile; the ash comes tall, not bright; And now the pines’ soft swish by gentle breeze; Effects of this make men to bend their knees. In praise and awe of this, the view at night. The breeze whips up, the trees do shake. I’m cold: I yearn for warmth of house and cheery den. While nature lover sister stands so bold. My soul can stand no more, I soon go in; If nature lover asks me why? — I’m cold. The Missile page sixty-two Sonnets By Shep Mondy I Spring Through mountains I have travel’ d in the spring, To see the buds come out from winters cold. And I have thought, how could you be so bold To bloom out into such a lovely thing? The little humming birds so sweetly sing A little song, as if they had been told. They’re happy to see the works of nature unfold, And with it all the beauty it will bring. While through the winter months the birds are slow. And all about looks far from being gay. The spring is then the time that woods do glow. With blooming flowers and singing birds all day. This then is when your dreams of nature flow. While winding on your very happy way. II The Change of Day By Joanne Stevens When day is done, the heavens 1 chance to survey. There a sight of rarest beauty I behold; The sun in the West is shedding his rays of gold And with mingled colors hastens on his way. On his celestial throne the king of day In dreamy sleep the day prepares to fold. And light slips into utter darkness cold. As night approaches with the last beam of day. I look to the East at the radiant, rising Moon, The queen of night of alabaster white, A pale lamp midst a thousand stars that sing. I cannot help but think and feel that soon She will no longer reign in her own right. But resign her kingdom to her lord and king. The Missile page sixty-three The Party By Dorothy McCaleb C WENTY small children were playing over the living room of the Wilson house on Christmas Eve. The brilliantly lighted Christmas tree glittered in one corner of the room. A few httle girls in gay little party frocks admired the figures in the manger scene beneath the tree. But they didn’t bother the brightly wrapped gifts, for they belonged to Mr. and Mrs. Wilson. In the fireplace a crackling fire roared, casting a crimson glow on the faces of the children. The music of their happy voices resounded through the entire house; but above all the babble, the voiee of little Jimmy could be heard. “Mrs. Wilson,” he said in a worried voice,” won’t Santa Claus get burned when he comes down this chimney? ” “No, darling,” she replied. “If he sees smoke coming out of a chimney, he doesn’t eome in that way. He comes through the door.” Then she went around, stopping to talk or play for a minute with each child. Sud- denly, Lois Wilson disappeared for a min- ute. When she returned, she had a tray with steaming cups of cocoa and marsh- mallows. She disappeared for another minute and this time returned with sticks and more marshmallows for toasting over the open fire. The ecstatic sighs and squeals of defight that came from those little mouths! They grabbed the cocoa and rushed for a place by the fire where they could toast their marshmallows. The children ate, sang, and talked ex- citedly. The talk was mainly of Santa Claus since Lois had told them that he was eoming later on. As they ate, she busied herself doing all the little things mothers must do for young ones who are eating— wiping hands and mouths and helping the littlest ones with their cups of cocoa. By the time they had finished, a band of carolers eame by and sang outside the window. Surprisingly, Lois found some marshmallows left, so she took them out- side to the carolers. She had hardly come in and gathered up the cups when there came a rap on the door, and who should come bursting in but Santa himself! “Ho! Ho! Ho!” he chuekled. “Well, have all you boys and girls been good little children this year? Hmmm?” The children all answered at once, and “Yes, Santa ” eame from every comer of the room. “Well, well, I do believe that every one of you has been good all year. So that means that everybody will get some- thing niee when I open my pack and I won’t need those switehes. Ho! Ho! In The Missile page sixty-four fact, I believe I’ll open it up right now. Oh, just look at those pretty dolls!” With those words he started distribut- ing dolls and other toys among the chil- dren. There had never before been such gaiety and joy in that house. The ehil- dren merrily jabbered and played with their new toys. Oh, what a happy day this was! When Santa’s pack was empty, as he started for the door, he eried, “Merry Christmas, everyone, and Good Night.” All the children called their Good Nights and Good Wishes to old Santa as he left. John Wilson eame in from another room and drew his wife aside. “Don’t you think it’s about time to break up the party?” he said. Looking at her wateh, she replied, “Yes. We’ve had our Ghristmas now and they’ve had theirs. Even if we have no children really to call our own, we have all these sweet little ones. Yes, John, I guess it’s about time to take them back to the or- phanage.” Like A River By Loulie Ridenour Time is like a river Forever flowing onward; Forever it is gone: Lost time, lost love, lost people. Forever, lost forever. There is nothing yon can keep Hidden in the river. Nothing you can hide. Nothing you can hold. Against the rivers current. Strange time and ticking moments Are flowing like the river; So quickly they do come Only to be lost Forever, lost forever. The Missile page sixty -five Old Man River By Paul Lamb late afternoon in June, as I was sitting on an old piece of boat looking out across the water at the beautiful sun- set, an old colored farmer who lived up the road sat down beside me. At first I said nothing but kept looking at the piles of the old dock which had a pinkish color from the sunset. Then I asked him if he knew very much about Uncle Moses, the old colored man, whc lived there on the beach. “Well,” he said, “I reckon Ise knows ’bout as much ’bout him as anybody else.” I asked him to tell me about the man named Alfred who came down there and said he was Uncle Moses’ son. He began by saying, “Everything wuz peaceful and quiet ’round here till this here man named Alfred moved in on old Moses and said he was his son, but the funny part ’bout this thing, old Moses wuz never married far as I knows. A few days after he hit here things started popping. Alfred said he had big plans and soon as Moses kicked off he wuz going to turn his property into a colored beach with a big dance hall. He had all the whites worried there fer a spell ’cause Moses wuz bout eighty sumpin then and he wuz get- ting weak. After Alfred got tired of sit- tin’ ’round doing nothin’ but fishin’ and sleepin’, he up and decided to go back to New York.” Just then his story was interrupted by the cais coming off the ferry down the noisy old dock. After the last car had hit the pavement he went on saying, “Things got back to normal in a while and then at the end of the summer all the white folk who stay down here during the summer went back to town. During the winter old Moses wuz taken down with a heart attack and Alfred come back down here to take care of him, so he said, but I knows him better ’an that. He come down here to wait for Moses to die. As the days went old Moses begun to get well and Alfred hit the road back no’th again. The next spring old Moses wuz taken sick again and Alfred wuz back down here, but this time he stayed till summer, and always tellin’ everybody he seen ’bout his plans. At the end of that summer when all de whites started leaving, Alfred left, too. Late that fall a letter come for Moses and it said Alfred done died, so I reckon old Moses is like Old Man River, he jus’ keep rollin’ on.” The Missile page sixty-six Moonrise By Lena Simmons One night I looked up at the sky so blue, And all the stars were shining very bright. Although they looked so near to me, I knew That they were very far away that night. And then behind the trees I saw the moon; It slowly rose till it could go no higher. It was so bright and red I thought that soon, T would burst and shatter all of us with fire. But its place is way up there among the stars. With all the darkness and the clouds up high. With all the planets, milky way, and Mars, It rolls around its course up in the sky. I wish that I could watch it all night long, I ivoidd be so happy that I could sing a song. Musing By Joanne Stevens The saddest time of the year to me Is the ever changirig fall. If I were given a chance to choose, I wouldn’t take it at all. The leaves are falling all around, And leaving the branches bare, lust as if a beautiful girl Were losing her lovely hair. But the saddest thing about fall to me Is not the trees left bare; It’s the awful job of raking up The millions of leaves found there. Advertisements Young-Harrison Co. CLOTHIERS and FURNISHERS 22 North Sycamore St. Jordan Motors, Inc. Chrysler - Plymouth Dealers 130-132-134-136 Bollingbrook Street Phone 2600 Petersburg, Va. Alma Mater While the Appomattox wanders Through Virginia fair. While the sweet magnolia blossoms Scent the southern air, While the night wind stirs the pine trees With a soft caress. Just so long we’ll raise the song Of dear old P.H.S. “The Old Reliable Established 1887 Petersburg Furniture Company, Inc. HOME FURNISHINGS “Your Credit Is Good 100 N. Sycamore Street Phone 223 Standard- James Shoe Company “For Better Shoes 124 NORTH SYCAMORE STREET WICE’S PETERSBURG, VIRGINIA Compliments of Sylvia Hat Shop 1830 1950 an6olp - acoa (Tollege A standard liberal arts college for men with a national reputa- tion for the success of its gradu- ates. A member institution of the Southern Association of Colleges and Secondary Schools, of the Association of American Col- leges, and of the Southern Uni- versity Conference. On the ap- proved list of the Association of American Universities. Confers the degrees of Bache- lor of Arts and Bachelor of Science and provides carefully arranged pre-professional courses leading to medicine, law, engi- neering, and the ministry. Further information may be secured from DEAN T. McNIDER SIMPSON, Jr. Ashland, Virginia Forward Crimson Forward crimson, forward crimson— Crash right through the foe; Ever glorious and victorious Down the field they go. Rah! Rah! Rah! Forward crimson, forward crimson Ever strong and brave! Fight, fight for P. H. S., The Crimson Wave. Compliments of Compliments of Virginia Lens Company T. W. Mayton Transfer PETERSBURG, VIRGINIA 252 E. Bank Street Phone 2914 PHONE 779-W Powell-Cole Stationery Co., Inc. Engraving Wedding Invitations and Announcements Visiting Cards Books and Stationery 141 North Sycamore Street Petersburg, Virginia J. C. Penney Company Compliments of INCORPORATED Remmie L. Arnold Where Southside Virginia Shops and Saves Girls’ Varsity Hockey Season P. H. S 1 P. H. S 4 P. H. S 1 P. H. S 2 P. H. S 3 St. Catherine’s School 4 John Marshall 3 Collegiate School 0 Hopewell High School 1 Thomas Jefferson 2 UNIVERSITY OF RICHMOND Richmond College, Raymond B. Pinchbeck, Ph.D., Dea7i Westhampton College, Marguerite Roberts, Ph.D., Dean The T. C. Williams School of Law, William T. Muse, S.J.D., Dean Graduate School, B. C. Holtzclaw, Ph.D., Dean School of Business Administration, F. Byers Miller, M.B.A., Dean Summer School, Edward F. Overton, Ph.D., Dean Summer Session opens June 12; Winter Session, September 11, 1950 F. W. BOATWRIGHT, Chancellor GEORGE M. MODLIN, President RCA - VICTOR - ZENITH TELEVISION AND RADIOS Clayton-Oldsmobile, Inc. Electrical Appliances 247 N. Market Street Phone 4866 Sales and Services OLDSMOBILE SALES : SERVICE Carr’s Radio Shop Petersburg’s Pioneer Dealer 31 S. Sycamore St. ESSO SERVICE Complete Wrecking Service PETERSBURG, VIRGINIA L. G. Balfour Company ATTLEBORO, MASSACHUSETTS Leading Manufacturers of Class Rings and Pins Commencement Announcements Diplomas, Medals and Trophies Class Rings and Commencement An- nouncements for the Seniors of Peters- burg High School are BALFOUR MADE. The Colonial Cleaners 19 E. Bank Street 8 HOUR SERVICE Compliments of Cecil H. Williams Lan-Tre’s Shoe Store ESSO SERVICE and SHOE REPAIRING Blvd. and Piedmont Ave. Phone 137 Colonial Heights. Va. Phone 9160 Pick-Up and Delivery Service COLONIAL HEIGHTS, VA. FINE FURNITURE HOTPOINT AND PHILCO APPLIANCES CUSTOM KITCHENS Love-Hudgins, Inc. 5-7 So. Sycamore Street PHONE 291 Winfield Aldridge Insurance Agency Telephone 2639 25 Wythe Street Petersburg, Va. Complete Insurance Service Girls’ Jr. Varsity Hockey Season P. H. S 0 P. H. S 0 P. H. S 0 P. H. S 0 P. H. S 0 St. Catherine’s School 2 Thomas Jefferson 2 John Marshall 2 Hopewell High School 4 Collegiate School 1 The Progress-Index . . . joins a proud community in wishing the students much success in their scholastic life and in their careers. We are proud to publish the “School Weekly News” for the students of P. H. S. Watch for it in THE PROGRESS-INDEX Touchdown, Touchdown, Touchdown, Boys Touchdoiun, Touchdown, Touchdown, Boys. You make the Touchdown, we’ll make the Noise. Fight! Fight! Don’t give in. Petersburg, Petersburg, WIN! WIN! WIN! Support Your COMMUNITY CHEST it supports Character Building Agencies for your children L. W. T. Bulifant, Inc. Northrop Sport Shop, Insurance of All Types Incorporated INSURANCE CENTER 450 Granby Street 38 Franklin St. Medical Arts Bldg. NORFOLK 10, VIRGINIA To the Tune of Washington and Lee Swing When that Crimson Wave team falls in line. We’re going to win that game another time, We’re going to fight, fight, fight for every yard; We’re going to circle in and hit that line right hard. We’re going to knock old off the field; We’re going to call on their old team to yield; We’re going to do our best to win that game, win that game For P. H. S. HERFF- JONES COMPANY Manufacturers of Petersburg High School Class Rings and Commencement Announcements Furnished through MARK E. HOLT, Jeweler 218 North Sycamore Street, Petersburg, Virginia Virginia Representative— JAMFS L. DECK 403 East Franklin Street, Richmond 19, Virginia Welcome Yell DALTON’S “Dependable Jewelers” 135 NORTH SYCAMORE STREET MOLLOCK’S “Better Men’s Wear” 139 N. Sycamore St. Petersburg, Va. PHONE 825 PHONE 1194-J The FASHION Ladies’ Wearing Apparel Coats, Suits, Dresses, Sweaters, Skirts, Millinery, Hosiery, Lingerie 312 N, SYCAMORE ST. PETERSBURG, VA. Master System Bakery PETERSBURG, VIRGINIA Phone 1857 We heard you were coming— So we tnade great plans; We coached our team And we struck up the band, We talked about you, Waited for you; Noio you’re here— For Give a cheer. Wei - - - - come Compliments of the Trading Post, Inc. Complete Home Furnishers 314 N. Sycamore St. PETERSBURG, VA. Compliments of Rainbow Cleaners and Dyers 275 - PHONES - 276 Titmus Optical Company, Inc. PETERSBURG, VIRGINIA Wholesale Only Fine Food - Fountain Service Virginia Ham on Biscuit Landa’s Restaurant On U. S. Routes 1 and 301 - 3 Miles North of Petersburg, Va. North Boulevard Colonial Heights, Va. PHONE 6502 Fight Team, Fight! Fight Team, Fight! Fight Team, Fight Team, Fight Team, Fight! Give ’Em A Yell Give ’em a yell! Give ’em a yell! Give ’em a good substantial yell! Yea Team, Yea Team, Fight ’em. Fight ’em. Fight ’em! Compliments of A FRIEND THE GLOBE DEPARTMENT STORE EXCLUSIVE READY-TO-WEAR THE OAK Sells Everything” 400 NORTH SYCAMORE ST. PHONE 2587 D. D. Adkins W. F. DANCE Smart Shoes for Young People Everything in Season Established 1878 OLD MARKET We Shod Your Grandfather 176 - PHONES - 177 Halla Baloo Connect Connect Halla Baloo Connect Connect; Halla Baloo Connect Connect; Wahee! Wahee! Look at the team! Look at the team! Look at the Crimson Wave Team! Check That Backfield Check that backfield; note that line— P. H. S. is looking fine, That’s the team that’s out to win, Come on, gang. Cheer ’em in! MAGEE’S DRUG STORE J. T. MAGEE, Prop. SYCAMORE AND BANK STS. PETERSBURG, VA. PEWAC OIL CORPORATION Yay Crimson, Yay Wave Yay Crimson, Yay Wave, Yay, Yay, CRIMSON WAVE! Captain’s Yell Raaaaaaay, Rah! f TEAM! DESOTO and PLYMOUTH Sales and Service Tri-Motor Sales Co. 113-119 West Tabb St. Petersburg, Va. The Newest in The Newest in Sportswear Haberdashery Sollod’s Clothing Shop Solid Built Clothes FOR MEN AND BOYS Phone 728 Special Attention to Boys and Students 221 N. Sycamore Street Petersburg, Va. FOR WHOLESOME RECREATION Bowl at HEALTH CENTER BOWLING ALLEYS 11-13 East Washington Street Phone 641 EAT HERE OFTEN The MAYFAIR RESTAURANT Finest Foods — Delightful Dining Moderate Prices 129 N. Sycamore Street, Petersburg, Va. Jordan Bros. Fine Diamonds Gorham - Alvin International Silver HAMILTON - ELGIN BULOVA GRUEN WATCHES 12Si N. Sycamore Street Victory Yell Ben Hill, Florist —Incorporated— FLOWERS and GIFTS Phone 5500 135 West Tabb Street PETERSBURG, VIRGINIA One Block West of Hotel Petersburg Petersburg-Hopewell Gas Company Give us the V, Give us the I, Give us the V-I-C! Give us the T, the 0-R-Y ; Cheering, Fighting For no less Victory, Victory, PHS! Hallo Baloo, Baloo, Balack Halla Baloo, Baloo Balack, Halla Baloo, look on the track. Here Comes The Team With A Bang And A Whack! P. H. S. ! ! Walter J. Parrish McKENNEY’S Corporation Petersburg’s Most Distinctive The Store 0 Nationally Known Brands” Furniture Store PAINTS - WALLPAPERS - GLASS FINE FURNITURE - PICTURES PROMPT DELIVERIES LAMPS - GIFTS - LINENS Phone 5990 13 South Sycamore St. Phone 303 For the Finest in Photographs It’s JOHN GRIGG Dutch Garden Pit-Cooked Bar-B-Q • Camera Portraits • Commercial Photos 2046 S. Sycamore St. Ext. NEW LOCATION PETERSBURG, VIRGINIA 12TA N. Sycamore St. Petersburg, Va. Phone 4318 Wm. S. Haskins, Prop. TED CURRY MOTORS, Inc. SALES - PHONE 368 - SERVICE 19-27 N. Union Street Petersburg, Virginia DODGE PLYMOUTH DODGE TRUCKS Grumpier Cleaners 906 Boulevard Colonial Heights, Va. Tel. 3674 Clear’s Drug Store WE DELIVER PHONE 62 517 Boulevard COLONIAL HEIGHTS Football Record — 1949 P.H.S 12 Hampden-Sdyney JVs 0 P.H.S 0 Patterson Park, Balto. 0 P.H.S 7 Thos. Jefferson 7 P.H.S 18 Hopewell at Hopewell 26 P.H.S 25 Baltimore Poly 14 P.H.S 20 Woodrow Wilson 6 P.H.S 6 Lunchburg 13 P.H.S 0 Maury at Norfolk 21 P.H.S 15 Gonzaga 0 P.H.S 25 JohnMarshall 13 Standing, District Games— Won, 1; Lost, 1; Tied, 1 Standing, all Games Played— Won, 5; Lost, 3; Tied, 2 DRESS SMARTLY BUY COATS - SUITS - DRESSES LINGERIE - SPORTSWEAR 116 N. SYCAMORE ST. PETERSBURG TRI-COUNTY REFRIGERATION and SERVICE CORP. Ask your favorite food merchant for “Tri-County” meats and meat products. Phone 2631 1121 McKenzie St. IT’S EASY AS . . . Stevens Maclin 1-2-3 The Record Shop’’ TO CALL G. C. Wilson Co., Inc. 31 West Washington Street FOR Largest Stock of Records in Southside Virginia INSURANCE Bentz Paint Wall Paper Corp. Brushes — Glass — Oils Powers’ News Store Magazines — Newspapers Candy — Cigars ACME QUALITY PAINTS VARNISHES Phone 1485 242 N. Sycamore St. Phone 435 23 W. Washington St. PETERSBURG, VIRGINIA Girls Basketball Season (Varsity) P. H. S 9 P. H. S 9 P. H. S 22 P. H. S 26 P. H. S 17 P. H. S 30 P. H. S 24 P. H. S 30 P. H. S 23 Thomas Jefferson 25 Thomas Jefferson 33 Saint Joseph’s 31 St. Catherine’s 30 Hopewell 25 John Marshall 22 Collegiate 6 Saint Joseph’s 11 Hopewell 17 Spero’s The Store of Fashion’’ Parks School of Dance Arts All Types of Dancing for All Ages Baton Twirling 141 N. Sycamore St. Phone 2104 PIANOS - NEW AND USED Tuning and Repairing R. C. Bristow Son Everything Musical” 11 N. SYCAMORE ST. Compliments of Victory March Give many cheers for our mighty team, Shed many tears for all other teams; They think Petersburg’s not so hot, But wait till they see what a team we’ve got! Halfbacks and fullbacks, all plenty neat. Tackles and ends that can’t be beat; Watch that grand old fighting team Go onward to victory. MASTER CHEVROLET SALES, Inc. CHEVROLE Chevrolet — Cadillac Scoggin Appliance Co., R. S. TERRIE CO. INSURANCE Inc. Telephone 120 24 South Sycamore Street 9 W. Tabb St. Petersburg, Va. PHONE 4486 John H. Cato, Jr. Wm. W. Cato Manager Asst. Manager MARK E. HOLT Optometrist and Jeweler Petersburg, Virginia One of Petersburg’s Optometrists Since 1915 Boys’ Basketball Scores P.H.S ... 34 Alumni .. 31 P.H.S ... 24 John Marshall .. 31 P.H.S ... 31 Woodrow Wilson.... .. 54 P.H.S ... 40 Dalton’s .. 43 P.H.S ... 34 Thos. Jefferson .. 68 P.H.S ... 36 Maury .. 40 P.H.S ... 39 Hopewell .. 24 P.H.S ... 46 St. Christopher .. 44 P.H.S ... 28 Alexandria .. 35 P.H.S ... 34 Woodrow Wilson .. .. 70 P.H.S ... 46 Faculty .. 35 P.H.S ... 53 Hopewell .. 49 P.H.S ... 46 John Marshall .. 33 P.H.S ... 33 Glen Allen .. 25 P.H.S ... 34 Thos. Jefferson .. 50 P.H.S ... 48 Maury .. 42 P.H.S ... 41 St. Christopher .. 38 P.H.S ... 36 Alexandria .. 39 Compliments of Sandler’s 113 N. SYCAMORE ST. Compliments of GEO.D. JONES Coal Compliments of James A. Rosenstock Green Leaf Dairy Smart Men’s Wear” For Fresh Dairy Products Home of Golden Guernsey” Milk PHONE 808 PHONE 580 107 N. Sycamore St. Petersburg, Va. Banquet Room Available For Private Parties Compliments of Whitmore’s Restaurant Best Food in Town” Builder’s Supply Co. of Petersburg, Inc. 29 S. Sycamore St. Telephone 1950 PETERSBURG, VA. Everything to Build With” SMITH’S Cigar Store One, Two, Three, Four One, two, three, jour; Petersburg High, Make that score. Hit ’em on the left. Hit ’em on the right. Come on, Petersburg, Fight, Fight, Fight! Virginia Printing Co. Petersburg ' s Most Modern and Largest Printing Plant OPP. POST OFFICE FRANKLIN STREET PETERSBURG, VA. Printers of . . . The MISSILE Spell Petersburg Girl’s Basketball Season (Junior Varsity) P rah P.H.S E rah P.H.S TER rah S rah P.H.S B rah P.H.S URG rah P.H.S Ray Rah, P.H.S PETERSBURG P.H.S 15 Thos. Jefferson 55 12 Thos. Jefferson 53 6 St. Catherine’s School.... 20 31 Hopewell 20 25 John Marshall 33 24 Collegiate 13 8 Hopewell 10 FLOWERS SCATTER SUNSHINE- Downtown Office— 32 E. Washington Street Flowerphone 11 Hours: 3 to 9 p. m. A P Bakery VV. W. PRITCHETT, Prop. 35 South Sycamore Street Salem Maosha LADIES’ READY-TO WEAR DRY GOODS and GENTS’ FURNISHINGS Halifax and Market Sts. Phone 419 Farms, Homes and Lots FOR SALE E. B. Moore and C. F. Faison Realty Co. PHONE 204 Compliments of Tony’s Restaurant 229 N. Sycamore St. PETERSBURG, VIRGINIA TURNES, the Florist Telfxraph Service 27 South Sycamore Street Phone 1193 PETERSBURG. VIRGINIA Compliments of PETERSBURG AMUSEMENT COMPANY 106 BOLLINGBROOK STREET Gray’s Pharmacy {Downtown Prices with Neighborhood Service) PHONE 3008 WE DELIVER Compliments of Butterworth’s, Inc. 415 - 417 Boulevard COLONIAL HEIGHTS Telephone 1936 step On the Starter Step on the starter, Put ’er in low; Come on Petersburg , . . Go! Go! Go! Prince Robinson MODEL LAUNDRY and DRY CLEANING See It! — Drive It! 50 WAYS NEW FOR ’50 Compliments of Sanitary Barber Shop Petersburg Motor Co. 10 N. Market St. Lie. 229 JOE PATRAM, Owner LEONARD’S HARDWARE - SPORTING GOODS - PAINTS ELECTRICAL SUPPLIES West Bank Street Petersburg, Virginia Spell Petersburg Spell Crimson Wave P-e-t-e-r-s-b-u-r-g C-R-I-M-S-O-N P-e-t-e-r-s-b-u-r-g W-A-V-E P-e-t-e-r-s-b-u-r-g Petersburg, Petersburg, PETERSBURG! Crimson Wave, Crimson Wave CRIMSON WAVE! Rose’s Rexall Drug Store, Inc. K r e s g e ’ s Sycamore and Washington Sts. Five and Ten Cent Store PETERSBURG, VIRGINIA M. Bruce Rose, Prop. Phone 39 112 N. SYCAMORE ST. Compliments C. F. Scott, Inc. of a Real Estate and Insurance FRIEND 14 EAST TABB STREET Compliments RALEIGH 90r CIGARETTES Block That Tackle Spell Beat Block that tackle, Make ’em fall, Come on Petersburg— Get that ball! B-e-a-t; B-e-a-t; B-e-a-t; Yay, Petersburg, Beat Charm Beauty Salon Compliments Complete Beauty Service of CAII, FOR AIM’OIN TMENTS PHONE 2015 Blacker’s Young 81 2 Sycamore St. Men’s Shop R ucker OSENSTOCK FOUNDED ON THE PRINCIPLE THAT A STORE EARNS THE RIGHT TO EXIST ONLY AS IT SERVES In the fall, a Pep Club was organized for the purpose of promoting better school spirit, sportsmanship, and a larger attendance at the foot- ball games. All members were recognized by a white sweater, bearing the school name in red letters. The club was highly commended and proved to be very successful. Nash Williams Nash Sales and Service Phone 3815 257-263 E. Bank St. PETERSBURG, VA. You’ll Be Ahead With Nash DriskilFs Truck Lines Contract Hauling MATOACA, VIRGINIA Phone 9041 We’ve Got The Vim Centers, Ends, Tackles, Guards We’ve got the vim; We’ve got the pep; We’re out to win, So watch your step! We’ve got the coach; We’ve got the steam; Best of all, we’ve GOT THE TEAM! Tteam, team. Team. Centers, ends, tackles, guards. Get together. Hit ’em hard! Hit ’em high! Hit ’em low! Yay, team, LET’S GO! Hesse Jewelers Newest Creations in Jewelry, Watches and Diamonds 208 N. SYCAMORE STREET In Union Trust Building PETERSBURG, VA. KENT’S DEPENDABLE FURNITURE SINCE 1897 T. S. BECKWITH CO., Inc. 125 North Sycamore Street STATIONERS TO PETERSBURG HIGH SCHOOL STUDENTS SINCE 1870 HIGH GRADE CLOTHING FOR MEN AND WOMEN LUBMAN’S 233 N. Sycamore St. Phone 2638 Chamber of Commerce PETERSBURG, VIRGINIA Allimac Stamping Co. Metal Stampings PETERSBURG, VIRGINIA TIRE SERVICE BATTERY SERVICE Sycamore Service Station C. C. BUCHANAN, Prop. 15 - 17 - 19 South Sycamore Street LUBRICATION WASHING THE HARLOW-HARDY CO., Inc. Dealers in Furniture ‘ ' Exierything for the Home” 17-19 W. Washington Street Phone 919 C-r-i-m-s-o-n C-r-i-m-s-o-n Fight, fight, fght, fght. Fight, fight, fight, C-r-i-m-s-o-n Fight ’em. Fight ’em. Fight ’em! Fight ’em! Team, Team, Fight ’Em Team Team, team, fight ’em, team, Petersburg High— Rah! Team, team, fight ’em, team, Petersburg High— Rah! Ray Rah, fight ’em! • OttllB WNBIt AUIMOIII O tHi COC COlA COM� N« •« Petersburg Coca-Cola Bottling Works, Inc. 1205 17B4 11 « 03 � 00 - ' •� � I -r ' i ‘ � .i, ! a f r ■A 7s