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

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First row, left to right: Jean Forrest, Ned Mills. Second row, lef to right: Jessie Forrest, Millie Wainwright, Bettie Ford, Macycle Ferquson, Melvin Gra- ham, Dolores Davis, Suzanne de Neufville. Third row, left to right: Betty Elkins, Joan Plentovich, Faye Hardin, Edith Thomas, Lillie Freeman, Delores Wilson, Helen Anderson. Fourth row, left to right: Joe Smith, Eugene Bunting, Anne Hudgins, Gloria Shields, Muriel Firth, Elizabeth Riley, Billy Green, Barbara Wilson, Edna Hornsby, Billy Sulzberger, Charles Shields. Fifth row, left to right: Dolly Pauls, Henry Forrest, Mr. Edwards, Sponsor; Coleman Moore. Wendell Wor- man, Henry Hunt, Henry Bunting, Richard Topping. SAFETY PATRO@E This year the Safety Patrol has as its aim the making of our school sys- tem a safer and better place in which to carry on our education. In striving to fulfill this aim we have many unpleasant duties to perform, but with the realization that the student body is behind us we work hard. With Robert Mills as Captain and Jean Forrest as Lieutenant, the Safety Patrol, composed of thirty-one members, tried to achieve the goal of safety on the school campus and the buses. Mr. Phillip Edwards is our sponsor and helper. TEN

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GLASS. OFBI@EES EUGENE BUNTING HENRY MILTON FORREST LESLIE JOSEPH SMITH JEAN CARROL FORREST President Vice-President Secretary Treasurer OQUR CLASS Goodbye, Poquoson High, we're leaving you, In time of strife and fear; We'll never forget the friends we’ve made, And memories held so dear. Four years ago a wondrous class, Marched into Poquoson High; A class whose equal never was seen, At least, beneath the sky. We will remember dear old P.H.S. Always—whether far or near, And the good times we've had with you; This thought will bring an extra tear. There are schools of art and science, too; There’s a school for me and one for you. Will you help us choose the best for which we yearn? For we are leaving you, and where shall we turn? To you, dear faculty, (we’ve provoked you many a time,) We love you in spite of the pranks we play and so to you this rhyme, We wish to you all that ‘fortune’ may hold of health, wealth, and love, As now we leave you, will this our gratitude prove? Here’s to the ‘48 Seniors, As they into school history pass, And here’s to their many followers, May they have a wonderful class. Farewell Poquoson, we’re on our way To start our life anew, To climb the road that carries us To find our life’s work to do. —By Joan Plentovich Jean Forrest TWELVE