Suffolk High School - Peanut Yearbook (Suffolk, VA)

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T II K P E A N U T 19 3 3 Senior Superlatives Best Looking Page—Charles Most Studious Virginia—Edward Best All ’Round F ra n ces— Park er Wittiest Cathri ne—Hodges Best Dancers Helen—Glazier Most Popular Helen—Glazier Most Loyal Jack—Parker Most Athletic Rachel—Bruce Cutest Rose Lee—Aubert I IB)

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T II E P E A N U T Class Song Tunc: “Auld Lang Syne” Should old acquaintance be forgot. And never brought to mindt Should old acquaintance be forgot. And days at Suffolk Hif Chorus For Suffolk Hi icill always Stay in our memories; The friendships made in S. H. S. Will never, never end. And here’re our hands in friendship given, Our hearts nnll always lie With thoughts of love and tenderness. For the days at Suffolk Hi. 3 - To teachers and to classmates too. We’ll make a hearty toast To Suffolk forreer In our hearts we’ll always boast. ri«]

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T II K V K A N U I Senior Prophecy A MEETING called bv City Manager Parker Brown, of all Suffolk High School graduates of 1933 will be held on May 1. 1943, in the Suffolk High School auditorium, Suffolk, Virginia.” Your announcer. Henry Gard- Your station, S. H. S. It is the first thing I have heard from my ole school mates in over seven years. I must not miss this meeting. I just can’t wait for the time to come when we will be together again. There is a plane leaving Roosevelt Field going South Friday at 6:00 A. M., and it will land in Suffolk, Friday at 5:00 P. M. I must get ready. I couldn ' t miss such a treat. After a long and tiresome journey, the plane landed at 5:00 P. M.. and I was the first to get off. One look in the sky. which was thickly dotted with skyscrapers, gave me knowledge that the Class of ’33 had really made Suffolk a prosperous city. As I walked into the office to get my baggage, which had l een sent by another plane. I noticed an aviator standing against the counter talking to the stenographer. He looked around and who do you think it was—Claude Lilly. He grabbed me in his arms and gave me a hearty welcome to the ‘‘World’s largest Peanut Market —Suffolk. I stood there dumbfounded when someone else gave me a slap on the back—Elizabeth Hayes who was Claude’s stenographer. “Would you have known it to lx the same place?” asked Claude. “This is what the Class of ’33 has heljxd do.” “I would never have dreamed that such an improvement could have been made. I must see every nook and corner lx fore I leave.” “Come with me.” offered Claude, and I will show you everything and everybody you ever knew. I know City Manager Parker Brown will lx delighted to see you. as your presence will make our meeting one hundred jxr cent in attendance.” We got in his Baby Lincoln and went flying up North Main street, which had been beautified by widening the street and planting beautiful shade trees along each side. Claude stopped in front of the Hotel Elliott, which had been beautifully remodeled, and took my baggage in. He told me that Curtis Johnson was manager, and he knew I would get all the service I needed, and that I would enjoy being there. Curtis was as glad to see me as I was to see him. Claude told me that he would be back after dinner, and we would go to the meeting together. As I walked through the lobby I noticed a large jxjster on the bulletin board with a face on it that looked very familiar. It was none other than “Flinky” Piland. coach of Suffolk High School’s teams, which was giving a baseball game Saturday at 3:30 o’clock. [ 20 ]