Suffolk High School - Peanut Yearbook (Suffolk, VA)

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I took the elevator up to the fifth floor. After dressing. I went down for dinner. The dining room was full of people, but they were all strangers to me. Claude was right on time. We got in his Bahv Lincoln and went shooting down Saratoga street to the school. I thought I was in front of the Empire State building. I would have never recognized it as the branch that we used to play in. for it had l een filled in and an annex built to the old high school. We took the elevator up to the third floor which the main auditorium was on. Three loud cheers rang out as I entered the auditorium. I was never so surprised to think that no one had forgotten me during my long | eriod of absence. City Manager Brown gave a very interesting talk on The Growth of the Peanut Market.” Frances Eason, editor of the Knows All, Suffolk’s daily paper, was there with her two most dependable reporters—Catherine Smith and Berniece Jones. Marion Bradshaw, manager of the “Silver Slipper Night Club,” cordially invited us over after the meeting adjourned. Much appreciation was given Henry Gardner for the use of his microphone and his kind service of announcing. After the meeting, we took the “Fresh Air Taxi. owned and operated by Hodges Parker and Edward Baines, over to the “Silver Slipi er.” Chief of Police Henley Churn with his assistant. C. B. Pond, guarded the place to make sure w f e enjoyed ourselves in peace. A lively tune played by the “Cotton Club Comedians,” directed bv Aul ert Nimmo, made us feel merrier than ever. Charles Smith very kindly served soft drinks from his up-to-date soda fountain during the evening. Helen Riddick, an instructor in dancing, gave us a number which included all of the latest steps even to the “Camel’s Walk. Edythe Ballard, accompanied at the piano by Helen Churn, rendered a numlier of solos. Never had I in New York enjoyed an evening as much as I had this one spent in Suffolk. The next morning I was invited over to the beautiful Laurel Cliff Country Club to play Suffolk’s 1943 golf champion, Evelyn Burchett. Thomas Britt, president of the Helen Wills Tennis Club, gave me a number of new jjoints in playing tennis. How sorry I was that today was Sunday, and I w-ould have to leave for New York. It was made a promise that there would be another reunion in 1953 and every member agreed to be present. I boarded my plane and waved a Goodbye to the prosperous Class of 1933. [21]

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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 ]

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Junior Poem To Suffolk High, our Alma Mater, We hail thee as our friend; You brought us forward to this place Where soon our school days end. You bring us forth, as we help you, And in the future will; The Juniors praise and honor you, Our friend and helper still. For ' tis you, Dear Suffolk High, we praise. To you ive ' ll loyal be; For you, the Junior Class, so true. Her songs will ever raise. For you are so grand and noble. The best school in the land; You are our Alma Mater And for you we’ll ever stand. Olivia Yates, ’34