Thomas Dale High School - Reflector Yearbook (Chester, VA)

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e J £tkdor- IN APPRECIATION— Continued Chester. Though a gentleman trained in the ways of the old school, he was very modern in a desire to give boys and girls a practical education. We feel it an honor that our district should have furnished the first lady to serve on a County School Board in Virginia. Mrs. P. E. Perdue has the distinction of being that person and we point with pride to the new high school building and cottage erected during her term of office. Mr. D. M. Walker, now county treasurer and an ardent en- thusiast for public education, was long a trustee of the district. Others who have given their efforts include: Messrs. W. B. Strother, P. E. Perdue, J. A. Straughn, T. J. Shepherd, George Shepherd, John A. Robertson, Velvin Burgess, F. W. Besecker and T. S. Wheelwright. The following gentlemen comprise the present board: Mr. J. A. Chalkley, Chairman; Messrs. T. S. Wheelwright, J. B. Watkins, Jr., J. G. Henning, Henry Gill, R. E. Eanes and H. H. Baird, clerk of the board. To them we would offer our thanks for what they have done and beg their continued efforts in this great work of education. Page Eight

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Alumni Association “Faith is the cornerstone on which we build.” HE Alumni Association was reorganized in June, 1929, with the following officers: Helen Ward, President. Harold T. Goyne, Vice-President. Leola Moody, Secretary-Treasurer. There are now about two hundred and eighty members of the association. The proposed project which the organization is un- dertaking is the building of a memorial gymnasium. Plans are being made to raise funds for this building which will stand as a memorial, not only to the Chester High School members of the A. E. F., but also to faculty and students who have called Chester “our school.” “Believe that you have faith, and you have it.” X X The Old Sehoolhouse Tall, serene you stand, old sehoolhouse— Looking down on those you know With a watchful, guarding silence, As they come — and as they go. Like the Sphinx in some far country, Gazing on the human race, Lets the ones who ponder o’er him Glean some knowledge from his face. Oh — you taught me many lessons In the years I spent with you — Taught me of the march of time, and Great events, both old and new. And we learn to love you, sehoolhouse, Oftentimes against our will ; For our schooldays are the sweetest — The young, happy days, you fill. So — salute to you, my sehoolhouse! Mem’ries of you bring a sigh, And a thrilling, tender feeling For the days that have gone by. — Virginia Byrd Pearce, ’29.