Poquoson High School - Islander / York Chronicle Yearbook (Poquoson, VA)

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The York Chronicle y CREED The time has arrived when we have to enter into a large world of duties and experiences. We believe in many great and good things. First and Supremely, we believe in God our Creator and Preserver. We believe in our future, and in the possibilities of advancement, and we realize that in all progress lies the certainty of change. As a child believes most of all in its Mother, we believe in our High School, and all the educational advantages that it represents. We cannot tell you how deeply we believe in our principal and teachers who have labored so faithfully and patiently in our behalf. We believe in our National Flag with its glorious stars and stripes of Union and Liberty. We believe in our Student Government, a body which has labored very faith- fully to make the school better in every way. We believe in our motto, “Tonight we are launched. Where shall we anchor ? ’ ’ Ruth Moore s y % y % y % y y y % y % SENIOR MESSAGE As Freshmen we started out To seek a higher goal. As Sophomores, a higher step, Each memory dear we hold. Then we were Juniors, oh, how great! With only one more year To spend at dear old P. H. S. A place we love so dear. Now that we are Seniors, So soon from thee to part, We leave to you this message From each and every heart. The four years spent at P. H. S. Dear to us have been. Your influence which will ever live Will help us each task to win. We thank our school for making Our days so glad and bright, And all through life our school Will be our shining beacon light. Evelyn Smith ’35. vVvywvy PAGE 27 •• • ■■ A r A A

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h V wWW ie York Chronicle 1935 ■ CLASS PROPHESY OF ’35 A A, It was the Senior Class of ’35 meeting for the last time A profound silence hung over the entire class. Though no one was in the mood for a party. I proposed one. Yes! a party that was to take place in ten years. I even went so far as to promise to remind them lest they forget. Ten years ago today! Why it seemed only yesterday. Yet when I thought of everything that had happened between then and now, it might easily have been a century. As I slowly descended the stairs, the clock was tolling the last stroke of nine, and, as yet, no one had arrived. Ah! the door bell was ringing. Who would it be? I couldn’t imagine for I had hardly seen any of my famous friends in all these years. With immeasurable excitement I flew to open the door, but with equally as much disap- pointment I again closed it. It was only a telegram. Hurriedly I tore it open and read its contents. It was from the most famous air pilot of the day, B. W. White, Jr., and Rose Richardson, the hostess of his plane. They sent their regrets. They had been sent on special duty to Manchuria to take a squad of trained nurses. Among the nurses were Evelyn Smith, Ethel Eure, Elizabeth Hopkins, and Hilda Mills. They were sent, I gathered, to join Rev. Archie Topping, Margaret Cooper, and Pauline Presson who were striving to stamp out an epidemic of a strange fever. Rev. Topping had sent first for the successful nurses, Margaret and Pauline, and then the famous Dr. Stanley White and his staff of nurses — all, it seemed, of our class of ’35. “Oh dear!” I exclaimed, not thinking once of their danger of going into the horrible disease, “I suppose that tiny scrap of paper just about wrecks our party.” With this I picked up the afternoon paper to pass away the time until my guests began to arrive. “Robert Crutchfield, prominent business man, exploring in Africa, captures only black panther ever seen,” stared me in the face. Another member of the class party absent! Why, what was this? A bridge cave-in, Berkley Crockett, the great electrical engineer, already arrived to make new plans for a safe and modern structure. Mr. John Moore was oil his way from the far east to furnish the capital.” He could well afford to, for he owned half the stock on Wall Street. “Well, just look at this! Famous typists to meet here tonight, inclubing the president ' s private s:iretary, Helen Mills, and several governors’ secretaries including Catherine Showalter, Carrie Johnson, Lucille Moore, and Marguerite Phillips. Before I could utter a word, the phone rang. Marie ran to answer it, but I waved her aside. More regrets from a member of the Senior Class of ’35, I knew. “Dinner is getting cold, and the ices are no longer fresh-looking, Madmoiselle,’ ’ lamented Marie. “Send them around to the orphanage, Marie. There will be no party,’’ I managed to say. The party calling long distance was Emma Lee Green, a model in Carolyn Firth’s dress shop in Paris. It seemed that some American tourist there desired immediately a fashion show of the latest creations. Of course she had to stay. Music! That’s what I needed to heighten my spirits ... A soft voice was singing an old familiar song of ten years ago. Why, it was surely Pearle Moore, Song Bird of the South, with Charles Horns- by’s Orchestra. Pearle was saying “Beatty, I hope your party is a tremendous success. Sorry Charles and I can’t be there, but you understand our Public.” The soft music had lulled me somewhat when I heard another familiar voice, that of Hugh Hopkins, state farming instructor giving special informa- tion to Eugene Hoge, the largest southern planter, on how to rotate crops successfully. This talK ended — to be followed by a scene from a court trial of immense interest. No wonder, for Lester Gaines was acting as lawyer for the defendant. They were sure of winning the case! This was followed by a pro- gram of little or no interest, so I again began to turn the dial slowly. Now, there was a familiar voice. It was none other than that of Mary Morse. Mary was lecturing on how to become a model wife. Her speech was interrupted by the door bell. It was Missouri Hopkins, my most efficient reporter. “Mis- souri, I thought you were in Washington getting a report on the president’s address.” “I sent someone in my place. I didn’t want you to be alone tonight — paper or no paper,” she replied. “I brought you this,” she said after much thought. It was another telegram, this time from back east in Virginia. It was from two of my absent guests, Ruth Moore, teacher of French, at William and Mary, and Levenia Joyner, Dean of Women. They, too, sent their regrets. Every one seemed to be busy with work. After receiving so many regrets, Missouri and I planned to spend a quiet evening. But this was not to be, for we were called upon by the president and vice- president, of the firm of Lawson Page. They stayed only long enough to carry out some important advertising transactions. Then John H. and Glenn were on their way to a quiet vacation in the Alps. After John H. and Glenn left, Missouri said quite casually, ‘ ‘It seems we have heard from all the Graduating Class of ’35, with the exception of Ruby Berry. Before she could finish, I interrupted, “Oh! Ruby is here in California operatnig one of her beauty parlors.” “Of course, and Katherine Crockett and Annie Crockett are with her, are they not?” Before I could reply, the house was shaken by a terrific explosion outside. We were terrified. “It’s nothing,” informed a policeman,” only that inventor, Leslie Dawson, trying to invent a gas powerful enough to push him and his rocket ship to the moon. Guess he’s gone, poor man!” We left him still talking. In ten minutes Missouri and I had the complete story from the smiling and unshaken Leslie and a nearby taxi driver, Ashton Watkins. — Beatrice Ballard ’35. X s X s X S X a a PAGE 26

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The York Chronicle 1935 % 5 X % X % X X X x X y y y y % X X y y y y y y y y y y X y y y c Hast Mill m b Ufcstanmti of Swinr (Cla as, 35 As we, the Senior Class of 1935, finish our happy stay in good old Poquoson where we have spent four short but fruitful years, feel that it is necessary to declare this our last will and testament. It is our desire to leave behind us our inspiration and joys for the succeeding ' classes and to bequeath our assets to those who will help Poquoson High School in all of its undertaking ' s. 1. To Mr. Thomas, our principal, we do hereby bequeath our thanks for his work in our behalf. 2. To Miss Sanford, our home-room teacher, we leave a place in our hearts for her thought of our every need. 3. To the remainder of our faculty, who have been our friendly, untiring, and faithful instructors, we bequeath our highest appreciation for all they have done. 4. To the Junior Class, as a whole, we will our desire to serve better our dear Puquoson High. 5. The members of the class wish to will their personal assets as follows: 1. Evelyn Smith wills her sweet smile to Catherine Ensley. 2. Lucille Moore wills her study of Latin to Neva Burcher and Doris Bunting. 3. Charles Hornsby wills to his brother, Robert, the ability to a play a saxa- phone. 4. Mary Morse wills her originality to Jessie Fay Forrest. 5. Carrie Johnson wills her love for French and Monsieur Topping to Martha Lawson. 6. Pearle Moore wills her name as “Song Bird of the South” to Vivian Moore. 7. Ruby Beery wills her reciting ability to Alese White. 8. Pauline Presson wills her plumpness to Arlene Hunt. 9. Emma Lee Green wills her good grades in Shorthand to Jack Dryden and James Moore. 10. Annie Crockett wills her quietness to Francis Hornsby. 11. Beatrice Ballard leaves her high spirits to Lorine Forrest, Bertha Moore, and Lorraine Smith. 12. Margaret Cooper leaves her studiousness to Elsie Moore. 13. Levenia Joyner wills her extra inches to Rosemary Philips. 14. B. W. White, Jr. wills his ability in typing to Vane Thomas. 15. Stanley Wise White wills his fine singing in the Glee Club to Wilbur Quinn. 16. Archie Topping wills his able w 7 ork in Chemistry to Ashton Carmines. 17. Glenn Page leaves his love for Annie Shields to Marvin Green. 18. Lester Gaines wills his spare height to Phillip Topping. 19. Melville Bradshaw leaves to Johnie Dawson and Woodrow 7 Byrum the right to use his bright remarks. 20. Hugh Hopkins wills his liking of agriculture to Earl Freeman and Edgar Wornom. 21. Leslie Dawson wills his appreciation to Shakespearian plays to Elmer Ensley. 22. Robert Crutchfield wills the Junior Response to Mary Milla Hunt. 23. John H. Lawson wills his guitar playing to Gray Forrest. 24. Berkley Crockett wills his position on the Staff to any of the following who will have it: Bill Dow ' ney, H. S. Forrest, Kelsor Hunt, or Wallace Quinn. 25. Carolyn Firth wills her blonde beauty to Gladys Cox and Lila Wescott. 26. Hilda Mills and Rose Richardson will their delight in flirting to Mary Topping. 27. Ethel Eure wills her curly hair to Pauline McPherson and Grace Messick. 28. Helen Mills wills her high position as editor of the Annual to any Junior who is capable of taking her place. 29. John Moore wills his small statue to William Green and Floyd Forrest. 30. Katherine Crockett, Marguerite Phillips, Missouri and Elizabeth Hopkins will to Jessie Barco, Rosanna Hunt, Annie Shields, Lorraine Harris, Dor- othy Wilson, Duane Windemiller, Edward Hall and Nelson Martin, their best wishes for a prosperous Senior year of ’36, and I Catherine Showalter, will my position as Executive of the Senior Class Will to anyone who is se- lected to be it. Sworn and subscribed to by the members of The Senior Class, this year, 1935 A. D. Catherine Show r alter, Executive ’35. X y y y y y y y S X x y y y y y y x s s, y y y y y y y s V WWW T A n TP O O PAGE 28