Victory High School - Optic Yearbook (Clarksburg, WV)

Text from Pages 1 - 122 of the 1921 volume:

CHRONICLE i q 2 i VOLUME II ‘Published Jlnnually by THE SENIOR CLASS of VICTORY HIGH SCHOOL yldamston, W. Va. FOREWORD | I E, die members of die Senior Class Kope this year book v?ill bring back to all of you, as you look it over nov3 and again,' years from die present time, memories of your school da s at ViElory High 12] J. C. T1MBERM AN Superintendent of Schools 14] DEDICATION a man whose untiring efforts and VI pleasing personality kave won for Kim e love and respect of tke patrons and students of Victor}? High School and his man}) friends throughout the state, to John Clement 'Uimberman Superintendent of Coal 'District Schools we respectfully dedicate is book. [5| BOARD OF EDUCATION COAL DISTRICT E. L. Fittro O. L. Hoffman President Commissioner R. R. Powell C ommissioner FACULTY [7] Fred V. Bouic, A. B., B. S., Principal of High School 18] Eunice Lewis Domestic Art W. Va. University Columbia University Sallie Amyx Commercial Branches Eastern Ky. State Normal Bowling Green Business University Henrietta Sufft Commercial Branches Bryant and Stratton Ferris Institute Gregg School [91 Violet Ward, A. B. Latin Taylor University College for Women Western Reserve University I ioj Laura Brake, B. S., M. S. Science and Mathematics New England Conservatory Eugene F. Yager Manual Training and Boys’ Physical T raining Terre Haute Indiana State Normal Syracuse University R. Donald Conn, Ph. B. History and Science John B. Stetson University Myrtle Creighton. A. B. Librarian James H. Heavener Coach and Physical Training W. Va. University W. Va. Wesleyan W. Va. University THE CHRONICLE STAFF Alden Merryman.............Cartoonist Albert Powell....................Joke Reporter Garnet Fittro................Calendar Dorothy Logue..............Art Editor Brady Sims...................Athletic Reporter Chester Bussey. . Madge McDaniel. Kemitt Burton ... Dale Nutter............Junior Reporter Charles Brand............Adv. Manager Josephine Smith...............Calendar Chester Cottrill. . .Asst. Bus. Mgr. Harry Scott..........Business Manager ......Senior Editor .......Editor-in-Chief . Senior Representative Faculty) Advisers: W. Clyde Hertzog Rosa Folau D. H. Pierce Eunice Lewis [151 Rosa Folau, B. S. W. Clyde Hertzog, A. B. The members of the class of 1921 of Victory High School have as a small mark of appreciation to those who have always been ready to help them at all times, voted to name their class the Hertzog-Folau Class. W. Clyde Hertzog. who teaches English and Dramatics at Victory High School, did his preparatory work at Broaddus Institute. He attended West Virginia University and later received his A. B. degree from Salem College. Mr. Hertzog is now doing graduate work in the University of Michigan. Rosa Folau, who teaches French and Mathematics at Victory High School, did her preparatory work at Broaddus Institute. She received her B. S. degree from West Virginia University. Miss Folau is now doing extension work in the University of Chicago. f 21 Z I 17| HERTZOG-FOLAU CLASS Class Officers: Kemitt Burton . . Brady Sims..... Helen Thompson Garnet Fittro. . . .... President Vice-President . . . Secretary . . . . Treasurer Class Colors: Cerisf. and Gray. Class Flower: American Beauty Rose. Class Motto: “Dies diem docet.” One day leaches the other.” Kemitt Burton Spats” President '20 and '21 Senior Representative, “Chronicle” Football ’20 and '21 Basketball ’20 and ’21 Who can direct when all pretend to l(now ?” Brady Sims Rust])” Vice-President ’2 I Athletic Reporter “Chronicle” Football ’21 Basketball ’20 and ’21 Baseball ’20 and ’2 I “ awolfe one morning and found mV-self famous.” I 19 | Helen Thompson Poll]) Secretary ’2 I Basketball ’21 “IVorry and I have nevei met. Harry Scott “Tarzan” Business Manager “Chronicle” Football ’20 Basketball ’2 I Baseball ’20 and ’21 Melhinks yon Cassius hath a lean and hungry loolf.” Garnett Fittro “Carnetta” 1 Treasurer ’2 I Calendar Reporter “Chronicle” Captain Basketball ’21 A perfect woman nobly planned.” [20] Chester Bussy Chet Vice-President '20 Senior Editor “Chronicle” Basketball ’20 and ’21 “Life hath its regal natures yet. Madge McDaniel Mickey Editor-in-Cbief “Chronicle” “They look into the beauty of my mind, and from that guess the measures of mV deeds. Alden Merryman Pete Cartoonist “Chronicle” Orchestra “Strange to the world, He wore a bashful loolf. The field his study. Nature his book- [21 | Dorothy Logue “Dot” Art Critic “Chronicle” “ have never sought the World; the world has never sought me.” Chester Cottrill “Chet” Assistant Business Manager “Chron:cle” Football '18 and ’20 Baseball ’ 1 7 “Three-fifths of him is genius and two-fifths sheer fudge.” Josephine Smith “Jo” Treasurer ’20 Calendar Reporter “Chronicle” Basketball ’20 and ’21 They love indeed who qual(e to say that they love.” [22] Charles Brand “Brandy” Advertising Manager “Chronicle” He is wise who knows what he does know and knows that he knows it.” Erma Crimm “Crimmy” Orchestra Basketball '20 and '21 'A lady of most majestic mien.” Cassel Sullivan “Spider” When I open my mouth let silence reign.” [231 Flossie Davis “Flo Teachers’ Stenographer “As pure as a pearl, and as perfect; A nohle innocent girl. Donovan Dailey “Don Football ’21 Orchestra “[•or he’s a proper man. Beatrice Grapes “B” Basketball ’20 and ’21 I shall tread in the footsteps of m ) illustrious predecessors. [24] William Gatain “Bill Football ’2 I “I'll shape myself unto higher things. Magdalene Heater “Madge “Shadoii and sun for every one. Kenneth Hurst “Dutch Basketball '20 and '21. Not rvhat me mould, but mhat me must, Mal(es up the sum of living.” 125 | Orpha Haley “Orph” “A social, honest man lpant n e. Wilmer Scott “Farmer” Football '20 Basketball '20 and ’21 Baseball '20 and ’21 Orchestra Wit and wisdom are always with him.” Rose Haley “Rosa” “Man delights not me.” Lyle Strother “Slro” 6 v 7 rvill not choose what many men desire. And rank with the barbarous multitudes.” Lena Keaster “Sis “Studious of ease and fond of humble things.” Albert Powell “Buck” Football '20 and ’21 Basketball ’20 and ’21 Baseball ’20 and ’2 I Jokes “Chronicle” First in books, first in sports, first in the heart of his classmates.” (27| Margaret McClung Peggy” Secretary ’20 Persuasion tips her tongue when she talks.” James Zehfuss ]immy” Basketball ’20 and '2 I Football ’20 and '21 Men should press forward in fame's glorious chase; Nobles lool( backward and so lose the race.” Joy McClung Bob” Basketball ’20 A pleasing countenance is no slight advantage.” 128] Leona Musgrave “Ona” “Bright as the sun her eljes the gazers stride. And, lil(e the sun, they shine on all alike.” Lyda Props “Shorty” “Charms strike the sight, hut merit wins the soul.” Avice Powell “Avy” Basketball '20 “Call not my art fraud all live long by seeming.” [29| Alta Cunningham “Babe” “Contented and as calm as the mountains. Mabel Williams “Tillie” “True to the jingling of our leader’s bells.” Ruth Sommerville “Pinlfie” Basketball '20 “Beauty is its own excuse for being.” 130] SENIOR CLASS HISTORY VFRYTHING in the world worthy of mention has a history, even a class. It has been conceded by all that the Class of 1921 of Victory High School is a class worthy of more than ordinary consideration and mention. Therefore it stands to reason that we have a history well worth the looking up. The history of any person or thing must, in the very nature of things, begin at the very beginning. In the fall of 1917, there enrolled in the Washington Irving High School, three hundred Freshmen, a part of whom were destined to become members of the famous class of “21,” of Victory High School. Of course we felt our dignity, as Freshmen always do, and naturally we resented the many “let downs” inflicted upon us by the upper classmen. A fter fifty per cent, of the vim had been taken out of us, we settled down and chose the following officers, who were to direct our course of maneuvers along the Freshmen's thorny pathway: Cassel Mowery, President: Mary Elanor Dennison, Vice-President; Russel Simpson, Secretary; Howard Hill, Treasurer; Betty Taylor, School Annual Representative. Under these officers we had a very successful year. The next spring, when the flowers blossomed and all nature took on a different cloak, we drank freely of the water of Lethe. The second step on the ladder of ascension in our high school career came in September, 1918. We entered into our work with firmer purpose, because the previous year had been a genuine good lesson to us. Then, too, we had the extreme pleasure of issuing injunctions to the “Freshies.” Our first class meeting was held December I 7, 1918. At this meeting the following officers were elected: Harry Byer, President; Russel Simpson, Vice-President; Betty Taylor, Secretary; Thomas Smith, Treasurer. Orange and black were chosen for the class colors. In relief work for the World War we were second to no class in the building. We were among the first in the school to purchase Thrift Stamps, War Saving Stamps and Liberty Bonds. At this stage of our High School life we were told that the class was to be divided, and those living in Coal District would attend the new Victory High School. The blow at first was certainly a severe one, but 'ere we had been a month in our new building, we felt ourselves at home. At our first class meeting we elected the following officers-Kemitt Burton, President: Chester Bussey, Vice-President; Margaret McClung, Secretary; Josephine Smith, Treasurer; Alden Merryman, Annual Representative. At this meeting we also selected our class rings. At the close of our third year of high school work we made the enviable record of having neither failures nor conditions among our class members. The fourth and last year’s work, which brings us to the top of the high ladder, issued in new difficulties for us. The follow'ng officers were elected to steer us through this strenuous year: Kemitt Burton, President; Brady Sims, Vice-President; Helen Thompson, Secretary; Garnet Fittro, Treasurer. Up to this time our class had not been named. A meeting was called and it was decided that in so much as we had Mr. W. Clyde Hertzog and Miss Rosa Folau for our councilors, that we name the class the Hertzog-Folau Class. As the close of our work draws near, we realize what it means to us to go out from the doors of our dear old school and face the battles of the world. However, since we 131 | have been under the best of instructions in our hirh school course, we feel sure that while we shall meet with many difficult situations, we are as well prepared to cope with the problems of life as the average student. Our aims in life, and our efforts we hope will be such that the teachers who have striven so zealously with us will feel amply repaid for all their efforts in placing before us such ideals as will help us realize the best that life holds for any of us. Albert Powell, ’21. .; SENIOR CLASS PROPHECY ISTEN, O ye men and women, youths and maidens and little children! Listen, all ye people of Coal District, to the words of wisdom from the lips of your prophet, who now speaketh unto you what hath been revealed unto her, even as it hath been decreed by the powers that be. For it has come to pass that the veil of the future hath been rent in twain, even as it was so rent in the days of the prophets of old, and the Spirit of prophecy hath descended from the sphere to envelope my soul with her mystic power. Verily, I say it hath been given unto me as the chosen one of this great and good people, in the class of 192! to dream strange dreams and to see strange visions of the glories of the years yet to be. Now it so happened when it was decreed that the future of the class of 1921 was to be given into the hands of this, your prophet, to do w:th even as she listed, that she cried out in a loud voice of lamentation, saying. “V ho am I that the future of this great and glorious class should depend upon me? What am I that the fate of these most fair and beautiful of damsels and these most sturdy and noble and manly youths, should rest upon my decision of one so humble of intellect and so infirm of purpose?” But behold! “Hear now my words, I wll make myself known to you in a vision, and will speak unto you in a dream,” and straight way, from the clouds of the centuries gone, and from the shadows already “cast before” by the “coming events” of the proverb, there appeared unto me the fair and lovely Spirit of Prophecy, the Angel of Things to come, and lo! she did with her mystic touch roll back the curtain of the dim Beyond from before my prophetic vision and did permit me to gaze at will, down the long vista of things vet to be, and that I might behold all things that now are, transformed into all things that they shall yet become. And lo! as she drew back the curtain she pointed with a transparent finger down the avenue of strange land, and opened her lips and spake unto me. saying Look! Listen! Prophecy unto the young men and young women of Victory H'gh School.” So. even as St. John, the d'vine said to the world, so I, your prophet of the class of 192!, do say unto my readers in this, the twentieth century: “Blessed be she that writeth and they that heareth the words of the pronhecv, and keep those things which are written therein: for the time is at hand!” fRev. I :3.) For as I looked into this land of future I could discern moving among the dim shadows of the people yet to be the famdiar shapes of these fair and radiant beings who were once my classmates, now changed and transformed into citizens of the world outside, even as they had long hoped to be. And it came to pass that the veil before mine eyes grew yet more and more thin through the intensity of my vision and behold, I could see them, even as if the intervening years were not at all. I could see our beloved President, Kemitt Burton, in all his dignity and majestic bearing and his words were heeded and attended unto them; for his ambition had led him upward and onward until he was even the Governor of this state. As I looked on I could see among the society circles two girls, who were envied and flattered by all, so-called the bells of every ball, whom I recognized as Ruth and Joy. And it came to pass that I saw some lonely widow mourning her husband. No, not so, I see nothing like that! ’Tis only a fair bride weeding the loss of her pet poodle Who is the bride? Her name was once—who? Josephine Smith. Now I see an immense billboard, and what does it say? “A Second Melba”— greatest opera singer of the day? Beatrice Grapes. And it came to pass while I pondered these things in my heart the door of a home swung open before my vision, and I found therein a household made happy by a wife and mother who had found her greatest ambition as a maker and keeper of the home. As I gazed my last upon Mabel my soulo rejoiced and I followed my Spirit of Prophecy further on its quest of Things to Be. And it came to pass even as I watched the home lights die away I wandered into a large theatre of Boston and here I found a lecturer on a strong subject—an old maid demonstrating her independence of man. Her name escapes me. Wait—Oh, yes. It is Dorothy Logue. And I also happened to find myself on the inside of a large cathedral. A fair lady, disappointed in some love affair, has become a nun and devotes her life to going about doing good to all the world. Her name is lost now, for she is called “Sister Maria,” but I see her face and she was once Magdalene Heater. And it came to pass that I also looked into professional circles and in a large office among many men sat a prosperous lawyer, the boy who in our High School days hadn’t learned to lie. Who could it be but Kenneth Hurst. While across from him sat his stenographer. Lyda Props. I also wandered in the streets of New York and on a large Smoot Sign I saw where Orpha and Rose Haley were the owners of a large florist shop on Fifth Avenue. I walked into a theatre of Boston and a man came out on the stage and announced that Mr. Lyle Strother would play one of his famous compositions on the piano and he would be assisted by his wife singing. He is now known as the second Paderewski of the world. When they appeared on the stage I recognized his wife at once as Garnet Fittro. Then I found myself in a large opera house. It seemed to me that I could hear the girl who played our old school march and I found myself falling in line with the rest, and who could it be but Miss Erma Crimm playing in a musical entertainment at Paris while in the crowd I recognized Avice Powell, who had married a French artist of Paris. A few moments later I was in old Victory High School and here I found Flossie Davis, who was now teaching in the Commercial Department, and also “Bill” Gatin was the Athletic Director in this great school. I could see Harry Scott, who had been our Business Manager of the “Chronicle,” and his assistant, “Chet” Cottrill, who were now owners of a large real estate business in Clarksburg and fast gaining recognition in the business and financial world by their “square” methods. And lo! what is this? A baseball park! With crowds yelling like mad, “Make it a home run this time, “Rusty” big boy! You can do it!” Who had taken more interest in athletics than in books back in the old school days? Who was it at bat? Brady Sims. The season and place are changing again. It is colder, but I’m in another park. The Bulldogs are playing the Tigers for the championship and—why the center on the Bulldogs looks familiar—it is? “Jimmy” Zehfuss, captain and center of old Victory's football team back in ’2 1. And it came to pass that I found myself in another lecture room, and who should the speaker be but Charles Brand, who like the great Demosthenses had worked hard to accomplish his great ambition, and at last had become a great speaker. When farther on I saw coming to view the lights of another home and who could it be but Leona Musgrave and Donovan Daley. They were living on a large wheat ranch in Kansas. Again I find myself in Clarksburg and on a large electric sign I saw “The Clarksburg Telegram” and under it “Chester Bussey, Editor,” who had changed his politics since 1921. Methinks I smell carbolic acid and a very long white room is coming into view. A nurse in white uniform is standing by the bed and by her a doctor with a very black beard. Why, of all the unheard of things. It is Alto Cunningham and “Buck” Powell. Now I find myself in a brightly lighted ballroom, and who is leading the dance but my old classmate, Helen Thompson, who is the wife of the American Ambassador to the newly recognized Irish Republic. A beautifully furnished library is taking the place of the ballroom. A man is seated at a desk working. I remember him at once as Alden Merryman. A few moments later a woman entered and who could it be but his wife, known in Victory Days as L.ena Keaster. The scene is growing fainter: This time I recognize my own beloved West Virginia hills. There are hundreds of cattle grazing in a large field. Who is that man on horseback, riding among them? Why, it is Wilmer Scott, better known as “Farmer” back in school days. The scene fades and I find myself in the streets of a small country town. Children were crying “Circus! See that funny man on top of that wagon!” I looked and saw— Cassel Sullivan. A deep sleep comes upon me. I am transported to the city of beautiful streets and high buildings. All about me are piles of marble. In the whitest of them, surrounded by the country’s greatest, sits the first woman President of the United States. She who ably conducted our affairs at Victory. Madge McDaniel. Thus did the class reach its highest glory in the person of its greatest. And verily as I behold this scene and marveled thereat, thinking, “Aye, even so shall it come straightway to pass with each and all of us.” Lo, the strains of music died away, the veil was drawn over my eyes, shutting out from my vision the Things to Be and I turned mine eyes to the Things that Are, sure that as “coming events cast their shadows before,” only goodness and truth and prosperity shall follow all the days that are to come to the fair and talented members of the class of 1921. Margaret V. McClung, ’21. [ 35 | MY VISION I am seated in my doorway As the sun sinks in the West, And I have a beautiful vision Of my school days that have passed. Ah, yes, I must be dreaming As this vision comes to me, For I see on the far Eastern hill The portals of Victory. I know it has been years ago Or so it seems to me. As a student I passed through the rooms. In dear old Victory. I see again my classmates As they pass through the halls, And I remember their kindly glances Which my vision now recalls. I remember now distinctly How we schemed and planned for fun. Because the very moment meant living To this class of “21.” Then, too, I recall the good lessons Which the teachers insisted we learn; These went drifting as bread upon water. But this eve they all return. The clouds of night are gathering. And my vision will soon be gone. For it is fading, oh, so rapidly, As the moon comes sailing on. Old Victory can never fade from my dreams. When from its halls I depart. Nor can memories of school days leave me. Which are now so deep in my heart. Beatrice Grapes, ’21. HALL Of TAME JUNIOR CLASS OFFICERS Arden Wadsworth....................................................... President David Nichols.....................................................Vice-President Vivian Johnson.........................................................Secretarj F.FFIE Trunick.........................................................Treasurer Class Colors: Crimson-Black JUNIOR Barnes, Clyde Conner, Claude Gifford, Glenn Johnson, Howard Keaster, Vance Lyon, Madison McKelvy, Joseph Miller, Charles Rollins, Frank Smith, Edward Swiger, Lynn JUNIOR Ash, Lillian Barnes, Beatrice Berger, Carrie Brown, Mildred Bussey, Edna Charles, Carmen Dougherty, Gay Davisson, Zella Dennison, Ruby Johnson, Vivian Kelley, Mary BOYS Minter, Harry Minter, Edward Nichols, David Nichols, Carl Nutter, Dale O’Neil, Harold Plant, Walter Reid, Chester Walker, Claude Wadsworth, Arden Zehfuss, Robert GIRLS McBride, Lois McClung, Beulah Marshall, Marjorie Quinaut, Fern Rardin, Cynthia Redfox, Gladys Schmidt, Marcella Smith, Mildred Snider, Alma Strother, Irene Trunick, Effie [39] JUNIOR CLASS HISTORY N THE fall of 1919 the High School students of Coal District met at the new Victory High School building. There was a general assembly and then each class was to report to certain rooms. In one of these rooms there were sixty Sophomores. When they looked about to see whom their next-door neighbor might be, they found, as they viewed it, that the Sophomores “Select” of the district. The first class meeting was called early in the year. At this meeting Dale Nutter was elected President; Arden Wadsworth, Vice-President; Beatrice Girrard, Secretary. The class also chose blue and white as their class colors at this meeting. During this year our class was one of spirit. We held class parties and showed by our natures and abilities that we were destined to become a very important factor in all school functions. The year 1920 we found that our number had been reduced to forty-five. Well, reduction sometimes means addition, and I am sure that this was the case with the Juniors. The Juniors boast of all kinds of talent, from athletics to noise. However, another year will find us capable of proving to the world that we have the unique privilege to be called Seniors. We point with pride to our past record and we believe if the Sophomores and Freshmen will follow in our footsteps and listen to the wise council which we shall give them as the occasion demands, that they too will prove themselves a credit to Victory High School. were the Marcella Schmidt, ’22. SOPHOMORE CLASS OFFICERS Paul Stewart..............................................................President Lester Fitzpatrick...................................................Vice-President Hazel Writesel............................................................Secretary Viola Kirkpatrick.........................................................Treasurer Class Colors: Gold-Crimson SOPHOMORE BOYS Adams, Russell Barth, William Bates, Lyle Bever, Hubert Bow, Clarence Brand, Everett Cox, Glenn Cunningham, Wayne Cummins, Joe Davis, Paul Drummond, Vivian Fittro, Edison Fitzpatrick, Lester Harvey, Kickel, Arthur Martin, Walter Mayes, John McClung, Clifton Meredith, Edwin Reuter, Herman Stewart, Paul Sommerville, Noel Whitener, Arthur W'ndon, Mason Wilson, Forrest Beard, Quincy Scott, John Wayne SOPHOMORE GIRLS Adcock, Elizabeth Armstrong, Margel Bever, Irene Bond, Pauline Corbin, Ruth Cox, Pauline Davisson, Virginia Dean, Marie Gerard, Clemence Gillott, Alice Hall, May Hamilton, Lucy Hamrick, Jean Harper, Mildred Kirkpatrick, Viola McBee, Beulah McFarlin, Moine, Christine Musgrave, Oddie Newbrough, A lma Pritchard, Marie Reed, Velma Reynolds, Lucy Rosanna, Jennie Smith, Birdie Strong, Marion Strother, Bertha Swiger, Elizabeth Taylor, Mary Ruth Wilson, Susie Wolverton, Mildred Writesel, Hazel Wyckoff, Marguerite Virginia [43] SOPHOMORE CLASS HISTORY N THE fall, September 22, 1919, we made our first appearance at the unfinished, unnamed high school building to get a little something beaten into our heads. (Which we heard later contained nothing.) At our first class meet’ng we elected our first officers: Russel Adams, President: Paul'ne Bond, Vice-President; Jean Hamrick, Secretary; Viola Kirkpatrick, Treasurer. For our class colors we chose purple and gold. On June I I. 1920, we were presented pieces of paper saying that we were to be Sophomores the following year. After this the building would scarcely hold us. On September 6, 1920, we again appeared in the majestic halls of Victory High School to try to make a record that no other class could equal. At our annual class meeting we elected new officers: Paul Stewart, President; Lester Fitzpatrick, Vice-President; Hazel Writzell, Secretary; Viola Kirkpatrick, Treasurer. In the various activities of the year we have been represented in football by Clarence Bow and Hubert Bever, in basketball by Russell Adams, and in the orchestra by Arthur Whitener. We were also well represented in the play, “In the Garden of the Shah.” Paul Stewart, ’23. FRESHMEN CLASS OFFICERS Samuel Urso Eugene Powell. . . Virginia Morgan. . Blanche Criss FRESHMEN BOYS Alexo, John Gill, George O’Neil, James Armstrong, John C-off, Florn Poling, Forrest Barnes, Darrell Greathouse, Raymond Powell, Eugene Barnes, Harold Holhster, Matthew Sams, Lyle Baker, Troy Huffman, Clifford Scanes, Fred Baxter, Frederick Huntsman, Fred Shaffer, Kenneth Bitonti, Louis Jenkins, Harold Strother, Leonard Boy'es, Raymond Jerome, James Swiger, Clark Brown, Randall Johnson, Robert Thomas, Samuel Conner, Homer Lachapelle, Raymond Urso, Samuel Cochran, Gail Lyon, Willis Whiteman, Hallie Dougherty, Fletcher Maderia, Noel Whitener, Everett Ferrando, Andrew Matheny, Denzil Windon, Raymond Fittro, Allison McClung, Arlie Wyckoff, Howard Fornash, Stacie Mazza, John Sarriego, Manuel Gerard, Willard Oliverio, Frank FRESHMEN GIRLS Barnes, Frankie Hacker, Ruth McCloud, Lillian Bever, Mary Harrison, Gertrude Nicholson. Wilma Bennett, Mary Heater, Irene Powell, Mildred Bussey, Ruth Jones, Elizabeth Rardin, Isol Casey, Bessie Jackson, Erma Schutte, Meryl Casey, Clara Jenkins, Julia Shaffer, Haysl Charles, Carmen Jenkins, Anna Spustach, Anna Criss, Blanche Kidd, Mildred Stenger, Mary Cunningham, Mabel Kirby, Arline Straley, Ruth Daley, Helen Leeson, Rosa Strother, Marie Doolittle, Ivarene I emley, Ruby Swiger, Maple Duffey, Adrian Lieuliette, Sarah Vancourt, Andra Fisher, Maye Mason, Irene Vermillion, Janice Fitzpatrick, Virginia Mayes, Gladys Weaver, Zula Flint, Loretta Metz, Alice Walters, Lillie Garrett, Murril Metz, Leona Williams, Ida Griffith, Dove Morgan, Virginia Snyder, Mildred Griffith, Iza Morgan, Isabelle [46| 147] FRESHMAN CLASS HISTORY E, the class of ’24, numbering one hundred and four, began our High School work on the sixth day of September, 1920. We have started in full of high ideas and with a determination to make our class the best Victory has yet had. We had our first class meeting December 15. .At this meeting the following officers were elected: Samuel Urso, President; Eugene Powell, Vice-President; Vir- ginia Morgan, Secretary; Blanche Criss, Treasurer. Our scond meeting was held January I 4. At th;s time we elected the class representatives. We are all working hard and striving to reach the Senior year and that coveted goal, “Entrance by the Front Door.” Janice Vermillion, ’24. ALUM MI ROLL 19—CLASS—21 Ralph Crimm Pearl Drummond Harold Smith James Cottrill Gladys Cunningham Hornor Walter Floriana Paul Johnson Marie Grapes Orville Hurst Gladys Price Hazel Cunningham Benjamin Reynolds Paul Trunick Neva Reeves Dale Strother |50| L I T E R A R Y A literary contest was held in the four classes and a prize of a Year Book was offered to the winers. The prizes fell to the following: Beatrice Barnes, David Nichols, Margaret McClung, Madge McDaniel. Years and years ago there was a friendly “get-together” of the Juniors and Seniors of Victory High School. Of course the Faculty was there, not that there were any lessons to be learned, but more to lend dignity to the atmosphere of the occasion, than for any other good logical reason. Did we say years and years ago? Well, it seems that way now, and. did we say it was a friendly get-together? Well, it was, because at this time Pandora had not lifted the lid from the fatal box. Well, you know, after the general hand shake and inquiry of the folks, there was a l-ttle singing, such as “Sweet Genevieve,” “Auld Lang Syne,” and Robin Adair”; a few games, such as “Post Office,” where letters were sent without stamps, “Needle’s Eye,” and “The Same Old Pig in the Parlor.” After this part of the program, we all sat down in a row. first a girl and then a bov, and then a girl and then a boy. and then a girl and then a boy. until, well, there were no “then a girl and then a boy” left. At this juncture of the meeting some one passed the popcorn and then we were ready for story telling. It was decided that we should draw “cuts for this honor, when, lo and behold, it fell to two Juniors, Beatrice Barnes and David Nichols, and two Seniors, Margaret McClung and Madge McDaniel. These four students, feeling somewhat embarrassed to appear before such an august assembly without any preparation, asked for a few minutes time in which to look back over their past lives so as to give us a story of actual happenings. When the time was up, we found that the two Juniors had chosen the same story, so we all agreed to listen to “Two Ways of Telling a Story. Beatrice rose very slowly, and then in a clear and steady tone told the following: “ GOSSIP One cold December evening a friend and I were seated before the fire. We had just finished studying our lessons and were feeling very sleepy. It was not bedtime, so my friend suggested that we tell stories. I asked her to tell the first story because I was never a good hand at story telling, having been trained from my youth up, to always have a respect for the truth. She said she would relate a little gossip that really happened in her village. “Marie Simpson awoke one morning and found the sunlight streaming into her face through the none-too-clean window of the little bedroom. She sat up carelessly, brushed [51] back the straggling locks of hair from her forehead, yawned, then raising the window, peeped out on the sleep ng village of Williamsburg. Marie thought to herself, ‘Surely this is one drowsy, dirty little place.’ The only redeeming feature of the place was the huge maple trees planted long ago when old Squire Williams first started the town with a few cottages and a glass factory. “Well, the old squire died, the houses and factory fell into decay, almost everyone moved away except Marie and her husband losiah, who stayed on and eked out an existence by farming the little garden patches that went with each house. Recently a few young people had moved into Williamsburg. “Marie was on the point of lowering the window when the sound of voices attracted her attention. On the opposite side of the street there was a cottage that was well cared for. The slightly rolling lawn was neatly trimmed, the house was newly painted, while the little porch was almost covered w;th pink and white ramblers. As Marie looked to see who was speaking she saw the front door of the house open and a pretty woman wearing a light blue dressing gown come out on the porch, followed by a young man dressed in brown. Marie noticed him holding the woman by the hand and she felt sure she heard him say, ‘I’ll be back soon,’ and then, horrors of horrors, she was sure she saw him kiss her. “Marie turned to awaken her sleeping husband, when she heard a sharp rap at the door. Hastily throwing on a calico wrapper, she went at once to let in her bosom friend, Jane Spangle, whom she had seen coming up the walk. “Jane was a tall, spare woman. Her coarse red hair was twisted into a little knot at the back of her head. She was a splendid news carrier, in fact, she was almost as good as Marie. She came in breathlessly, saying, ‘Oh, Marie, what ever do you think? You’d never guess. Listen. You know that stuck-up Kate Mason over there in that cottage has really had a man in her house all night, and her husband away. She always has thought she was better than some of us just because she is educated. Well, education or no education, the “Sewing Circle’’ will tell her how to know who is her husband and who is not.’ “Marie pulled lane into the little sitting room and then asked her to tell her all about it. “ ‘Well, Marie, it was like this. I was sitting on my front porch last night when I seed a young man cornin’ up the street sorta grinnin’. Says I to myself, “I never have flirted, so I’ll not begin now.” I just turned a little to the side so that he could not see my face. Well, after he passed I looked and saw him goin into Mason’s yard. Then I thought like as not he knows Mr. Mason is away and will try to rob or murder Mrs. Mason. So I just slipped along my garden fence to that there peep-hole you know that we always look through and I saw him go up on the porch and knock at the door. Now here comes the disgraceful part. Kate Mason opened the door and after a moment of surprise she said, “Oh, Marion, oh, Marion,’’ just like that, and I’ll swan if she didn’t (and here Jane lowered her voice) kiss him on both jaws and on the—mou-th, too. “ ‘Well, I never,’ said Marie. ‘Neither did I,’ said Jane. Then Marie told that she had seen him leave that morning and that he kissed her as he left and said he was coming back. “Josiah had not been asleep all this time. As soon as Marie went to answer the knock at the door he dressed himself, then put his ear to the key-hole and eagerly drank in every word. ‘Well, it do beat all how women I ke to “back bite’’ each other.’ He looked out of the window and saw two of his old cronies going up the street. ‘Oh, Bill; hey, Jake; wait. I’ve got something the beatenest to tell you. He went out through the window because he knew that Marie would keep him right in the house. Great was the surprise of his two friends to learn the news. They went on towards the little grocery [52] store on the corner, where even on Sundays the men gathered to discuss those who were not fortunate enough to be present. “As the trio passed the Mason home, Kate came to the door and called them into the house to meet her brother, Marion Wells. Mr. Mason then explained that Marion had bought the old glass factory and was going to begin making glass as soon as he could build a few cottages and repair the factory. “Josiah and his two friends left as soon as they could. Once outside, Josiah said, ‘I always knew the Masons were fine people; mighty fine.’ ‘Yep, that’s right,’ said one of the others. When Josiah went home he did not tell Marie and Jane, who were still discussing Kate, what he had learned. “In the afternoon Kate and Marion walked down the street arm in arm. Jane was still at the Simpson home. ‘As I live,’ said Jane, ‘they are coming in.’ She and Marie talked of how they would show her the cold shoulder, while Josiah laughed to himself. When they knocked, Josiah started to open the door, but Marie shoved him back, and opened it herself. ‘This is brother Marion,’ said Kate. “ ‘Your brother?’ screeched Mar e, while Jane’s voice echoed the same words as she subsided into a chair, and stared with mouth wide open. “A few months later Williamsburg became a truly rejuvenated place, as Marion had promised. One thing was quite noticeable, that as the buildings and streets were cleaned, the people seemed to take a mental inventory of themselves and tried to discard the general community gossip.” We cheered and cheered Beatrice because we all remembered a few gossipy people in our own communities, and then, too, she gave us a very good description of poor Jane, who had spent her life trying to get the things she always missed. Then David-—you know David is going to be a lawyer—came to the platform and my, how he did put force into his subject. Of course he told the same story, but from a man’s viewpoint: “GOSSIP” I am sorry to say that there is one problem that America and even all nations must solve and banish. This great problem which confronts the people is in the form of a disease known as “Gossip.” However, I must not devote these few words to discussing the needs of a country, but must give them a short story. One can never forget the sight which his eyes behold when standing at the summit of one of the lofty mountains of eastern West Virginia. Letting the vision fall in a south-westernly direction he beholds a hundred house tops or more with roofs shining in the morning sun. He can also distinguish several pale blue columns of smoke rising from the different house chimneys. The houses are separated into distinct rows as straight as a ruler. The two columns of houses face each other in a very orderly manner, more like soldiers standing at attention. Descending into the village at the south he sees in the north a large wooden church. with its steeple reared high in the air like Chanticleer towering above his flock. L.et him proceed up the narrow street and make the acquaintance of some of the village’s most popular citizens. In the small, white, moss covered cottage at the extreme end of the row lives Mrs. Marie Simpson and her husband, Josiah. Both are somewhat childish, even though they are only past fifty. They are very well liked in the village, although they love to hear new things of interest to the community and most of all they like to be the first to circulate it among the village folks. Across the street from the Simpsons lives Jane Spangle, an old maid (and none the better for it), a victom of the terrible disease to which her friends, the Simpsons, are subjected. Jane is a typical old maid, wearing corkscrew curls and gowns suited to her girlhood days. She looked with sustrc'on upon her nearest neighbors. John Mason, a prosperous merchant, and his wife, Kate, because they were not meddlesome and not old-fashioned like herself. One spring morning while John was in the city buying goods, Kate was surprised to receive a visit from her only brother, Marion Wells, at present a student in college. She had not seen him for three years. She rushed out to meet him as soon as he was spied. He k'ssed and embraced her so many t mes that to an onlooker, t d’d not seem like brotherly affection. After a few words of greeting and quest’ons she led her handsome, broad shouldered visitor into the house. This scene was not swallowed into air alone, however, but was drunk in by a pair of small grey piercing eyes peeping through a crack in the rickety pailing fence. We recognize at once the owner of these piercing eyeballs to be nobody’s but Jane Spangle’s. When she spied the scene just described she crouched beh;nd the fence to see what the business of the stranger might be. She was on her way to pay a visit to Marie Simpson, but postponed it because here was a good chance for new gossip. When Kate and her visitor had disappeared into the house Jane rose to her feet in amazement. She wondered who the stranger might be. Finally she concluded that Mrs. John Mason was taking advantage of her husband’s absence and had invited some former friend of her’s to pay a visit to the Mason homestead. With this conclusion she hastened to consult Marie Simpson. When she entered, Josiah was just preparing to go to the grocer’s. He stayed, however, to hear Jane impart her “secret news.” He hastened to inform his companions of the outrageous conduct of Mrs. Mason. In the meantime Jane and Marie had fully discussed and passed opinions (none too favorable) on the accused. When Josiah passed the Mason home on his return he was hailed by Kate, invited in, and presented to “Brother Marion.” He was greatly shocked, but managed to secret his ndignation. As soon as he could he departed and hastened to his own home. He did not tell Jane or Marie about his recent discovery. Sometime later in the day, after the whole village had passed its opinion on Kate, she and her brother took a walk down the street. They made a call on the Simpsons and were surprised to find Jane a preceding visitor. Marion was introduced to the ladies and never did two women look so astonished in all their lives as did Jane and Marie when the stranger was spoken of as “Brother Marion.” During the conversation that ensued Kate told the ladies her brother intended to leave school soon and open up the old glass factory, which would give employment to all the men in the village and also a few women. They were more surprised when they heard this. After some time Kate and Marion took their departure. Luckily for Jane and Mare they had not yet been guilty of spreading false news. Unfortunately for Josiah, he had already “wrung his own neck,” as he later expressed it, because he had told most of his friends and expressed it that the stranger was a former sweetheart of Kate’s. Josiah decided it would be best for him to lie still until the people should forget his hasty blunder. When the truth was known about the village the people were very much stirred up over the news Josiah had told them, because the people detested, above everything else, a “gossiper.” Some of the people were for putting him in the “stocks” and this threat might have been carried out had it not been for Marion protecting him. That evening Josiah went to the Mason home and asked forgiveness for his mis-judgment. After thanking them for accepting his apology, he went to his home and there he found Jane and Marie weeping bitterly. They, too, were sorry for having passed an opinion on such good people. After spending some time in consultation, the three meddlers solemnly vowed not to meddle in the business of anyone without being solicited. In a few weeks the three had been almost entirely cured of the terrible disease. Life now opened up new avenues of interest in this little village. The factory was reopened, new cottages built, and a general clean up of all rubbish was recommended. In every community we find just such people as the Simpsons and Jane Spangle. They overlook the best in life, because the malice in their hearts clouds the sunshine of their souls. After he sat down, everybody seemed to be furious. We surely would have tarred and feathered these gossipy old people had it not been for the respect we had for old age. Margaret came next on the program. Now Margaret had just a spark of that subject in her story, which is always interesting and lies near the heart of all, and that, of course, ««f is Love. “MARRIED IN HASTE” The day was a beautiful one in June. The Green home was decorated with garden flowers because this day Mary, the idol of the family, was to marry James Moore. In his boyhood days James Moore had been the village crook, but now that was all changed. He had left home several years before because the sheriff was looking for him on a charre of stealing horses. “Jim” had come back vastly changed, so the village gossips said. He was dressed in the latest New York styles, used the latest slang words, spent lots of money, went to church, something the old James Moore would never have thought of doing. James had really a very handsome face and a figure which showed off well in his fashionable clothes. But above all he had a very slick tongue and gave the impression of always telling the truth to these simple villagers, while more experienced city people would have seen through him immediately. At any rate, it wasn’t long until “Jim” had worked his way into all the best homes in the town and all the girls were simply crazy about him. His choice of these girls was Mary Greene, whose father had more money than all the other men in Greenville put together. Mr. Greene was a little suspicious of James at first, but, when he told tales of the money he was making as a broker in the city and always went to church every Sunday, the old man decided he had turned over a new leaf, hde consented to the marriage, which it had been very easy to flatter seventeen-year-old Mary into. So Mary was married that June day and soon after the ceremony they left for their city home. It did not take her long to realize that she had made a great mistake in trusting her husband so implicitly. Often queer looking men came to the apartment, which was not so fine as she had expected. Mary did not like the looks of these men and one night she overheard a talk her husband was having with one of these fellows. She now knew that her husband was in league with a Bowery gane of robbers. She concluded, after thinking the subject over, that the best thing she could do. since she was too proud to go back to Greenville, was to disappear completely without even letting her parents know where she was. She went out and bought a paper from a newsboy with the idea that perhaps she might find employment in some out of the way place. The first thing she saw when she turned to the advertisements was: “WANTED:—A young lady to act in the capacity of maid and companion to a lady living in retirement. Apply in person to Lady Gregory, Fair Vale.” This just suited Mary’s purpose. The Fa;r Vale was a little wayside station in upper New York state, a very qu:et place where no one could find her. She left on the night train, while lames was out with some of his cronies. She got off the train the next morning at Fair Vale and soon found Lady Gregory’s home. Lady Gregory proved to be a very nice lady and Mary’s work was very agreeable. Lady Gregory was an American by birth, but had marred an English nobleman. When he died, as she was in poor health, she returned to her native country. She had brought back with her, Alex Gregory, her husband’s nephew, who was now a famous New York novelist. One day the house was thrown into a panic by the announcement that Alex was coming home. Alex had never liked Fair Vale very well, so naturally the quiet little town bored him more than ever after his gay New York life. He hadn't been home but a few days when he showed signs of discontent and talked of returning to the city. Alex had always been Lady Gregory’s idol and she was willing to do anything to keep him with her a few days longer. She racked her brain for a plan to keep him, but it was not until the night when Mary was combing her hair that an idea came to her. Alex had never seen Mary, so when Lady Gregory told Mary of her plan she agreed to help her carry it out if she could. Accordingly, the next morning Lady Gregory announced at the breakfast table that her niece. Gladys Lawrence, was coming to visit her. She told how beautiful she was and how accomplished, in fact, she was so eloquent in singing Mary’s praises Alex became quite interested and decided to stay a few days longer. Lady Gregory managed to have Alex go hunting that morning so that he would not be there when Gladys arrived. When he came in for dinner he was introduced to a very charming, well-dressed, young lady. It did not take him long to become interested, while Mary was not altogether indifferent. Being thrown together so much it was not strange that they should soon grow to love each other. One night when they were sitting by the fire in the library, after Lady Gregory had gone to bed, Alex started to declare his love, but Mary found some pretext to leave the room. She, after thinking over the situation, decided to tell Alex why she could not listen to his love. Mary had made up her mind to tell him the next morning. After she had lain down she heard a noise at her window. She turned the light on quickly and there stood a masked man. She screamed for help, but after she had done so she recognized James Moore, her husband. He lured at her. telling her to keep quiet or he would finish her. As he started to enter the next room Alex rushed in. He easily overpowered the alcoholic, weakened James and locked him in a room in the basement. Mary couldn’t help but think of James all night, for after all he was her husband. She had loved him once, and she would hate to see him jailed on such a charge, although he did deserve it. Towards morning. before any of the servants were stirring, Mary slipped downstairs, unlocked the door and set James free. He left, vowing that he would return and humiliate her before the Gregories the next day. Mary decided to leave as soon as she had explained to Lady Gregory, but before that lady arose a servant came with the news that the body of a man had been found in the river. It seemed he must have fallen through a hole in the bridge and drowned. The body was easily identified as that of the man who attempted to rob Lady Gregory’s home the night before. So, the next time Alex started to speak of love to Mary, she let him finish. Of course she told him about her past life, but what difference would a dead robber make when one was really in love? When Margaret had finished several of the boys were exercising their muscles, as if they too would like to meet such a buarglar, but the girls shook their heads in doubt, because they doubted the wisdom of having Mary take such a hazardous plan to win the man she loved. Last of all, and least, too, Madge came to the sta -e. We say least because Madge, as you know, is short in stature, but, we have all learned long ago that what the “Fates” took off in stature they added many, many times its worth in gray matter. So one of the boys brought in a large box, and after Madge had been put upon it she told the following story, which happened at Ziesing or some other world equally as large. “ PLAYING THE GAME ” It was, indeed, a dreary home in which Mary James was brought up. Her uncle and aunt quarreled continually and were always separating. They hated Mary because her father had been “stuck up,” as they expressed it. Godfrey James, Mary’s father, had been the son of the local “Croesus” and had married Ethel Duncan, socially far beneath h'm. His father promptly disinherited him. Ethel died when her baby was only three weeks old and her husband followed her a year later, leaving the baby to the care of its maternal relatives, who were only restrained from putting her in an orphan asylum by a superstitious fear that Ethel’s spirit might do them harm. When Mary was six years old she started to the grade schools and finished when she was only thirteen. lohn Duncan was determined that Mary should not go on to school. But, Mary was equally determined to go, so she got work, attending to the little crippled daughter of Joshia Allen, which left her free to go to school during the day. While staving at the Allen’s. Mary met “Old Man Allen’s niece, Grace, a very wealthy girl who was living with Mr. Allen. Grace had rather an uncertain temper and was much given to jealousy. She realized that Mary was more beautiful than herself, although she did not have the clothes to show off her beauty. She decided that the best thing to do was to “cultivate” Mary, flatter her in every way, cause her to over-estimate her capabilities and beauty. She told her how easily one with her beauty might make a living as a movie actress in the city and gradually built up this thought in Mary’s mind until she decided to go to the city in order to get away from all the sordidness of her life. When Mary told her uncle her intention he only made fun of her and told her to go if she wished. She had a little money which she had earned, a great deal it seemed to her, although she found it very, very little when she tried to live on it in that great, busy city. New York, where none seemed to find time to pause in their mad rush for Fortune to stop for one little girl. Mary walked the streets from day to day. going first to the motion picture studios and, when she found none of them could use her, she tried the theatres. None of these could use a novice, with good looks her only asset. Finally, with all her hopes of a brilliant career blasted, she answered an advertisement for a stenographer. When John Kendall, Sr., saw the tired looks of the girl who presented herself at his desk, his heart went out in pity and he gave her the position in preference to others, who might have done the work better. Mary, having the failing of most young folks, hated to acknowledge failure, wrote home to her relatives and Grace that she was making a great success of her life. She told them all about her pictures, the money she was receiving, the things she was buying and the places where she was going. Grace suspected that this was untrue, so she decided to go to New York and find out for herself. She wrote to Mary that she was coming to New York to do her w:nter shopping and would stay with her. This frightened Mary nearly out of her wits, but she decided to play the game. The day Grace was to arrive, Mary was very busy at the office. She looked up when she heard some one enter and saw the president’s son go into his father’s office. Jo n Kendall, Jr., had been admirmg Mary afar for some time and had come to his father’s office that day to tell him that he loved Mary and was going to try and make her his wife. Mary met Grace at the corner of Fifth Avenue. lust as they met, John Kendall drove up in his car. In the semi-darkness Mary mistook him for a taxi-driver. She and Grace got in the car and Mary ordered him to drive her to a little bungalow which she had seen the day before, which was for rent during the three months the owner would be out of the city. In her excitement Mary made a mistake in the number and gave that of the house next to the one to which she wished to go. The house happened to be the one owned by lohn. He easily detected that Mary was running a bluff and decided to help her play the game. He le t the girls out, then took Grace’s bag and led the way into the house. Mary saw her mistake the minute she stepped inside, but one look from John silenced her. He passed her, going to one of the rooms, and whispered, “Play the game!” Grace soon saw how luxuriously the house was furnished. She concluded that she must have made a mistake and judged Mary by herself. After Grace had freshened herself a bit, John announced dinner, which he served as well as any butler could have done. After dinner was over Mary told Grace all about her life in the movies. Grace was very curious and asked Mary to take her with her the next day. Mary told her that she wouldn’t go to the studio because she had gotten off to take her to see New York’s sights. But, Grace insisted and Mary promised to take her, although how it could be brought about she did not know, but John had said, “Play the game.” John, clearing away the dinner things, overheard Mary telling Grace that she would take her to the studio. He went to the telephone and called up a young friend of his, who was in the movies, and made arrangements for the girls to be shown through the studio, and also pass Mary off as a “star.” Mary could not sleep for thinking of what she would have to tell Grace in order to get herself out of this scrape. The next morning, though, she found that her courage was not sufficient for her confession. She decided to have John drive around the parks first, but of course she told him to drive to the studio afterwards. She was very much surprised when he stopped in front of one, but she played the game, and her friend was none the wiser. Grace left on the next train to go back home and tell how famous and wealthy Mary had become. John drove back, but Mary in the meantime slipped off, thinking that John would have no use for her on account of duplicity. The next morning when Mary came to the office John was waiting for her at the desk. “I love you, Mary. You played one game; come play life’s game with me.” That was all, but who dare say it was not sufficient? My, how we cheered John Kendall for helping Mary play the game. But, after thinking about the two stories on “Gossip,” we all took a solemn pledge never to mention these events again. The hour being late, the Juniors, Seniors and the Faculty passed out the front door, first a girl and then a boy, then a girl and then a boy, and then a girl and then a boy until all the girls and the boys were out. [59] [60] DEPARTMENTS [61 | |62| DOMESTIC SCIENCE [63] YELLS AND SONGS Cheer Leaders: Chester Reid Chester Cottrill Effie Trunick 1-2-3-4-5-6-7 All good children go to heaven; When they set there they will yell. What makes Victory play like --------. Rickety, rickety, russ. We’re not allowed to cuss. But nevertheless we must confess There’s nothing the matter with V. H. S. Ka li, ka li, Kalickety him. Come out of the woods. Sandpaper your chin. We’re wild, we’re wooly, We’re edged like a saw. Victory High School, Rah! Rah! Rah! Mush, milk and cinnamon seed. That’s the stuff on which we feed; We’re the school of all the Nation, Victory High School delegation; First in war, first in peace. First in the hands of the Chief of Police. Lool(-out-for-us! We're D-A-D. Against the lines of orange, They never can reply. Three cheers for dear old Victory, And down with --------------- High. I-2-3-4, 3-2-I-4, Who for? What for? Who’re you going to yell for? V-I-C-T-O-R-Y. That’s the way you spell it; This is the way to yell it. Victory, Victory, Victory. Siss! Boom! Bah! Rah! Rah! Rah! Rah! Victory High School, Rah! Rah! Rah! Rah! Victory High School, Rah! Rah! Rah! Rah! Victory High School, Team! Team! Team! Riff! Raff! Chiff! Chaff! Let’s give ’em the horse laugh, H-A-W! V. H. S. yes, V. H. S. yes, V. H. S. yes, yes; We’fl do our best. We’ll do our best. For V. H. S., yes, yes. Eat ’em up, chew ’em up! Push ’em in the face. Knock ’em down, pick ’em up. Put 'em out of the race! Put ’em out, keep ’em out. Hear us how we yell. Victory High School plays like Victory! Victory! Victory! Well! Well! Well! Well! Well! Well! Won’t we give ’em ----- Helli-cazook, cazook, cazook, Helli-cazook, cazook, cazook, Zippety-zam, clippety-clam. Zip! Bang! VICTORY! Hi bo, limbo! Chop-suey I! V-I-C-T-O-R-Y-! We’re the team that leads the rest. Victory High School, yes, yes, yes. Pass ’em high, pass ’em low. Yea! VICTORY, let’s go! (Tune, I’m forever blowing bubbles.) We’re forever cheering Victory, Victory playing basketball. They score so high, nearly reach the sky, ’Cause we’re the team that leads the rest. Chorus: Boys, we’re ever with you, ’Cause you play so well; You’re forever making baskets. For our dear old V. H. S. VICTORY HIGH SCHOOL SONG Victory you’re the world to me. Victory it will always be. Our souls see no sunshine Unless we win every time. Faithful we will always be, 1 o our dear old Victory, We’ll always remember our dear old school. (Tune, Oh, Johnny! Oh, Johnny! Oh!) Oh, Victory! Oh, Victory! How you can play. Oh, Victory! Oh, Victory! Win for your school. Your school’s behind you, don’t you see? Don’t stay behind while others do all the playing. Start to play Victory, play Victory! Get right in line. Play hard to crush their line. They’re all big husky chaps. Victory High surely scraps. We must win. Victory! Win! Victory win. Dear old Victory High School, You’re the world to me; Dear old Victory High School, You will always be. For you win the victories Everywhere you go. I always want to see you In every game you play. I’m always thinking of you. No matter where I stray. Dear old Victory High School, I’m in love with you. [68| 169] [70| BASEBALL - 10)0,0 N BASEBALL Victory High School made a good record. We deserved the state championship, but fate was against us, causing us to lose by a single point. This year we have practically all the old team back. We predict a good season and feel sure that with such loyal support as we have had, that each member of the team will give the best he has for the school we all love. Games Played Victory 1 1 Shinnston 4 Victory 17 Philippi 3 Victory 24 Lost Creek 2 Victory 9 Shinnston 3 Victory 10 Grafton 2 Victory 6 W. I. H. S. 7 Victory 4 Parkersburg 5 (Rusty) ’21. INDIVIDUAL RECORDS Player. Games A.B. R. H. Pet. Sims 7 30 1 1 15 .500 H. Scott 7 30 11 10 .333 W. Scott 4 13 6 5 .333 Floriana (Capt.) 7 26 8 8 .307 Nichols 7 26 12 7 .268 Wadsworth 7 27 5 6 .222 Powell 7 19 4 4 .21 1 Harvey 7 27 4 5 .185 Barnes 23 6 3 .130 Minter 6 22 1 2 .100 THE LINE-UP H. Scott......................c Sims, Barnes and Harvey.......p Minter.......................lb Nichols ....................2b, Barnes, Wadsworth and Sims, ,3b Sims and Wadsworth...........ss Floriana (Capt.).............cf Harvey and W. Scott..........rf Powell ......................If James H. Heavener W. Va. Wesleyan W. Va. University Coach and Physical T raining Our Coach [72| - [73] FOOTBALL IQ20 ICTORY HIGH SCHOOL students do not take to football as they do to basketball and baseball. The past season was not a very successful one so far as the winning of games is concerned. However, considering that this was Victory’s first year in football, the record made was as good as the average. THE LINE-UP Kemitt Burton R. E. Harry Minter R. T. Arden Wadsworth R. G. James Zehfuss C. Charles Miller L. E. Donovan Dailey L. T. Louis Bitonti L. G. Frank Rollins R. H. Albert Powell L. H. Brady Sims Q. B. Harry Scott F. B. Substitutes: Robert Zehfuss. Clyde Barnes, Wilmer Scott, Edward Smith and Clarence Bow. GAMES PLAYED Victory 0 Mannington 18 Victory 7 Pennsboro 0 Victory 0 Fairmont 28 Victory 0 Weston 25 Victory 0 Grafton 20 Victory 15 Shinnston 0 Victory 0 New Martinsville 41 Brady Sims, ’21. [76] 177] [78| BASKETBALL IQ20-ai HE regular schedule season ended at Pennsboro, March 8. The season is looked upon as a great success, only two games being lost during the season. The players owe much of their success to the spirit of the people of the district, who stuck to the players at all times. Many are of the opinion that Victory has the best team in the state, barring none. Victory owes more to their trust in God than anything else. The team worked like one huge machine, depending on their pass work, which in the end will carry all teams to success. The one great thing that made Victory many friends was their conduct on and off the floor. All teams praised Victory management for their good treatment. Captain Sims, forward, played in every fame but the Weston affair. Sims was picked as an all-tournament forward at Fairmont, and incidently is the high-score man on the team. Burton, the other regular forward, played a wonderful season. He is a good shot, a fine passer and dribbler. Burton leads in the number of field goals this year. Minter. center, has played a whale of a game all year. Minter’s greatest achievement this year was out-jumping Kishbaugh, the tall W. I. center. Minter was picked on the valley second team. He is also second high-score man. Powell, guard. It sure is a great treat to watch this player perform on the court. He is one of the smoothest players seen on a basketball floor. One of “Buck’s” features is his long shots from back of center. H. Scott, guard, is one of the best stationary guards in high school circles today. His work has been good all year. We owe much to “Tarzan” for the low scores that the others have made this year. Wilmer Scott, forward. It can truly be said that Wilmer is one of the best passers ever turned out at Victory. It was just his hard luck in shooting that kept him off the learn. Chester Bussey, guard. “Chet” sure does play a fine game at still guard. He seems to have the knack of being in the right place at the right time. James Zehfuss, guard. Good things are done up in small packages. This is true of “Jimmy,” because he is a hard worker and a good passer. Frank Rollins, center. Although he did not get in many games, does not say that he was not of much value to the team, because Frank was of great assistance. He gave all he had at all times. “DutcJT Hurst, forward. A good passer and a fine shot, and one that did not care who made the baskets as long as they were made by his team. “Dutch” was very much in the game at all times, giving all he had at all times. 179] BASKETBALL RECORD Victory 38 Pine Grove 7 Victory 21 Smithfield 1 1 Victory 59 West Union 7 Victory 78 Masontown 15 Victory 33 Tunnelton 6 Victory 49 Jane Lew 9 Victory 42 Grafton 18 Victory 44 T unnelton 21 Victory 36 Marietta Col, . 5 Victory 28 Pennsboro 12 Victory 44 Mannington 5 Victory 33 Magnolia 17 Victory 36 Grafton 24 Victory 34 Salem 22 Victory 39 Weston 25 Victory 28 Fairview 24 Victory 16 Weston 34 Victory 29 Buckhannon 9 Victory 34 W. I. H. S. 33 Victory 40 Farmington 16 Victory 18 Grafton 23 Victory 17 W. I. H. S. 23 Victory 17 Buckhannon 15 Victory 29 Pennsboro 21 Victory 30 Salem 13 Victory 45 Follansbee 13 Victory 42 Tunnelton 8 Victory 16 Buckhannon 27 Victory 975 Opponents 463 Games marked played abroad. [191 GIRLS’ BASKETBALL ic)20-ai NDER the efficient coaching of Miss Ethel Minter the girls’ basketball team proved to be one of the best in this section of the state. We predict that as the majority of the members of the team are Juniors, that another year will find Victory a strong contestant in the state’s tournament. The persone! of the team is as follows: Garnet Fittro. captain and forward. The girls chose wisely when they selected Garnet as their captain, for she is a fine floor worker, good shot and above all. heady. The team will sadly miss Garnet, as she is a Senior and graduates this year. Irene Strother, forward. “Susie” is probable one of the best shots in the state, and, though small, she is extremely quick and a hard worker at all times. Irene has another year at Victory. losephine Smith, forward. “Jo” is fast, heady and almost a sure shot from all angles of the floor. “Jo” did not get to play all season. Ruby Dennison, center. The new rules cut Ruby out of shooting, but she just doubles her floor work to make up for it. Ruby will be with Victory next year. Mildred Smith, center. Mildred gets the tip-off most of the time. She is also a good floor worker, although she has gotten into but few games. Beatrice Grapes, guard. The newspaper write-ups give the forwards most of the credit, but due mention should be given “B” for her great defensive work. Effie Trunick, guard. This midget player has been putting up a great brand of basketball. “B” and Effie form one of the finest defensive teams to be found anywhere. Alma Snyder, guard. Alma is a fine defensive player, always on top of opposing forwards and can cover a lot of territory. She will be one of the big factors in next year’s team. Erma Crimm, guard. Although Erma got into but few games, she showed that she was a terror to opposing forwards. THE LINE-UP [ Garnet Fittro, Capt. Forwards J Irene Strother ( Josephine Smith [ Beatrice Grapes Guards | Effie Trunick ] Alma Snyder | Erma Crimm Ruby Dennison Centers ) Mildred Smith GAMES PLAYED Victory 4 Bristol 10 Victory 1 1 Salem 21 Victory 19 b lemington 12 Victory 15 Shinnston 6 Victory 1 1 J ane Lew 14 Victory 6 Jane Lew 26 Victory 15 Salem 4 Victory 6 Pennsboro 15 Victory 19 Buckhannon 24 Victory 1 1 Grafton 3 Victory 9 Grafton 6 Victory 124 Opponents 141 played abroad. [84] BASKETBALL - SECOND TEAM NDER the efficient and careful coaching of Mr. Eugene F. Yager, the second team proved to be one of the best in the state. David Nichols, captain of the second squad, was one of the most consistent and cool-headed players usually seen on a second team. As most of the first team graduates this year, the coming back of Mr. Yager's proteges will be hailed with joy by the many Victory fans of Adamston. RECORD OF GAMES PLAYED Victory Seconds 27 Norwood 3 Victory Seconds 23 Salem Seconds 4 Victory Seconds 21 St. Marks Lutheran 1 1 Victory Seconds 18 Delta Phi Delta 4 Victory Seconds 39 Lumberport Seconds 17 Victory Seconds 9 W. I. H. S- Independents 1 1 Victory Seconds 24 Lone Scouts 9 Victory Seconds 28 Norwood 9 Victory Seconds 6 Stealey 23 Victory Seconds 195 Opponents 91 [85] [86| JOKES [87] Wayne Harvey: “I got a pig and I call him Ink.” Mildred Hooper: “Why do you call him Ink, because he’s black?” Wayne: It’s always running out of the pen.” Avice: “Mr. Hertzog, I have to talk thirty minutes in History.” Mr. Hertzog: “You can talk longer than that sometimes, Avice.” Lillian McCloud, “a Freshie,” walked into the study hall. After sitting there for about fifteen or twenty minutes, she suddenly asked, “Isn’t this English class?” Miss Ward: “No. This is study hall.” Lillian: “Oh!” blushing, and walked out. Found on a Freshman's examination paper: “The five most important cereals are coffee, tea, lemonade, postum and cocoa. Miss Brake: “Name the digestive organs.” Freshman: “Heart, lungs and intestines.” lean to Berdie: Oh, say, what shall we do with this old salad we made. We don’t want it.” Berdie: “Give it to one of the teachers. Miss Harrison: “William, what is left out of Let’s?” William: “U” (you). Miss Harrison: “When you leave me out you must put in an opostrophe.” Mr. Bouic, announcing orchestra practice: “Office practice this evening at 7:00 o’clock.” Donovan Daley, being absent from class, Miss Brake in calling the roll says: “This is one day when ‘Daley isn’t daily’.” Freshman: “Miss Creighton, I would like to have the French dictionary. I want to look up the French Revolution.” Cassel Sullivan, in Cooking Class, wanting the perculator, which is a “coffee pot,” said: “Please give me the carburetor.” Mr. Hertzog: “Harry, describe the old lady in the Canterbury Tales.” “Well,” said Harry, “she was deaf, dumb, and snaggle-toothed.” Mr. Hertzog: “Chester, tell us about the Merchant.” Chester: “Well, he had a forked beard and no name.” Mr. Hertzog: “Splendid. I believe I could recognize him from your description.” lames Zehfuss. in English: “The miller had a wart upon his nose, a sword upon his side and short but broad shoulders.” William Gatin, while describing the Reve in Chaucer’s Cantertury Tales: “He was a very good carpenter while taking care of the stock.” “Harry,” said Mr. Hertzog. “what is a sparr? (which is a large beam of wood). Harry: “One of these things on the side of a church.” Minister: “Are you a Christian?” Student: “No, I’m a Freshman.” Freshie to Senior: “Did you ever see the Catskill Mountains?” Senior: “No, but I’ve seem them kill mice?” Whenever you see a Freshman look at a watch and smile, you may know there is a face in it. Helen: “I wear Betty Wales’ dresses.” Garnet: “I don’t know her, but if you can’t find her’s I suppose you wear your sister’s.” He met her in the twilight As the sun was sinking low. They walked along together In the evening all aglow. She watched him very silently. While he lowered down the bars; Her soft eyes fixed upon him. As radiant as the stars. She neither smiled nor thanked him Because she knew not how; He was a Freshman laddie, And she was a Jersey cow. John Mayes suggested the following yell for the Freshmen: “God bless Ma! God bless Pa! God bless us all! Rah! Rah! Rah! Teacher reading: “And what is so rare as a day in June?” Jack Wilson, on the back row: “A red-headed Chinaman.” TIME TO LAUGH A broken-hearted Junior girl: “Love is like an onion— We taste it with delight, But when it’s gone We wonder what made us bite it.” ANSWER IF YOU CAN hound on a Sophomore's paper before exams: Where can a man buy a cop for his knee. Or a key to the locks of his hair? Can his eyes be called an academy, Because there are pupils there? In the crown of his head, what gems are found? Who travels the bridge of his nose? Can he use, when shingling a house. The nails on the ends of his toes? Can the crook of his brow be sent to jail ? If so, what did he do? How does he sharpen his shoulder blades? I’ll be hanged if I know, do you? [89| Mr. Pierce to Clarence Bow: “Go to the board and write a sentence containing gruesome.” Clarence went to the board and wrote: “Father did not shave for a week and grew some whiskers.” Mr. Conn: “What are pieces of artillery?” Brady: I think they must be the kind Erma Crimm plays every Friday morning in chapel.” Miss Harrison: “Eugene, spell wrong.'' “R-O-N-G,” replied Eugene. Miss Harrison: “That’s wrong.” Eugene: “That’s what you told me to spell.” Helen Thompson: Mabel, where did you get that recipe for this cake, out of a cook book?” Mabel: “No. I got it out of my head.” Helen: “Oh, I thought it certainly was very light.” A farmer boy by the name of Chet Bussey, a Senior in Victory High, was going through the art gallery at Wilsonburg. It contained numbers of bust models of Creek sculptors. On each one was the sign, “Hands Off.” “What in the thunder do they have to tell you every time for, and why don’t they ever say anything about the arms and legs being off, too?” [90] |9I| September. Monday T uesday Wednesday Thursday Triday Monday Tues. 14. Wed. 15. Thurs. 16. Fri. 17. Mon. 20. Tues. 2 I. Wed. 22. Thurs. 23. Fri. 24. Mon. 27. Tues. 28. Wed. 29. Thurs. 30. October. Fri. I. Mon. 4. Tues. 5. Wed. 6. Thurs. 7. Fri. 8. Sat. 9. Mon. I I. Tues. 12. Wed. 13. Labor Day. Back to school again our ways we wended. Oh! how dreadful it is to think vacation ended. School is started on its way, but we only have half a day. Changing classes all too soon. Freshies unable to find classrooms. Teachers are delighted—But! this is our first recitation and we must make an impression. Chapel. Poor Freshmen. Some can’t find the aud. Our History teacher has left us. M;ss Garrett substitutes. Mr. Bouic announces to the class that our regular teacher (he) would be here soon. Girls are seen whispering. He! he! Miss Creifhton callinp roll, wHch :s arranged alphabetically: Brady Sims —losebhine Sims. Kemitt Burton turns around with an astonished look and says, “When did all this happen?” Senior class meeting; elect officers. Two boys arrive in the Senior class. The dignified 37. Something mysterious. Mr. Bouic is letting us have a social on the gym floor. Why are the boys so anxious about girls’ boxes for the supper? Going to bring a box—what color—what design?” Our great day. Everybody busy. Why are some of the Senior boys hanging around the kitchen? Sh! don’t tell. Mabel and Helen are making candy for tonight and sharing up. Tell me why are the girls acting so unusual today. Oh! we know the reason—they had their fortunes told Friday night. Mr. Conn has notified the third period American History class that there shall be no shimmying in class. An unusual record for history. The Senior flag waves in the breeze all day. Senior class meeting. Select our invitations. Senior and Junior flag fight. Bloody battle for Juniors. Why did some of the Juniors run??? Half a day off for the fair. Senior and Junior color fight. Juniors carry colors in their shoes for safety. Senior girls have conference with Mr. Bouic. Blue Monday. A Senior lost on the second floor. Assembly with advisors—a shock to Seniors—failure in first semester means a new Junior. Nothing doing—absolutely nothing. Juniors flag on public school. How long will it be there? Sh! sh! We know who. Seniors. Seniors display their colors. Special permission given. Nice to be a Senior. Sorry to say, but it always seems the way. Victory boys lost to Mannington in football today. Mannington 18, Victory 0. Ho!! who lost a rat? We know. Baby Carmen. Good thing there were no cats. All is well, but alas, our hard times are coming. Mr. Humphry favored us with many good selections, which we appreciated. Juniors color day—at least permission is granted. Hurrah Victory—Pennsboro 0, Victory 7. Congratulations, team. We are fond of you. Home Nursing is offered to Senior girls only. The class will start November I. lest in English IV. Why do Seniors fail? I eachers lost names of failures in classes. Glad to say only four Seniors must be disgraced. Harry Scott informed the third period American History class that Brad-dock was shot through the lungs and filled dead. End of first perfect six weeks’ period. [92| Thurs. I 4. Fri. 15. Sat. 16. Mon. 18. Tues. 19. Wed. 20. Thurs. 21. Fri. 22. Sat. 23. Mon. 25. Tues. 26. Wed. 27. Thurs. 28. Fri. 29. Sat. 30. Chapel. Miss Wilson sang for us. Appreciation of music is all right, but can we overdo it? Ask Mr. Bouic. Game—Fairmont 28, Victory 0. Our time is coming. Rainy day. All the boys are broke, anyway. Little marks upon a grade card are finding their way home today. Did you receive X or A? We wish Professor Bouic would install an elevator here. You ask us why? To raise our grades on, of course. You poor things! We knew this examless state was too good to last. More exams. How they pile up. Why doesn’t somebody have a heart. Trunick and Reid elected cheer leaders. Not excited, but just white and nervous. Reverend Scott gave us a talk in chapel. Game with Weston. Victory 0, Weston 25. Editor not in town today. Supply your own news. Seniors are having a candy sale. Just think, a treat!!! All you want for your money. We did have some news, but we have forgotten it. Pardonnez-moi. Breathes there a man who’d ask for more, than one leap year in every four. Chapel—are we glad? Well, I say. We hope the speaker’s minutes are miles. Football team plays Grafton. Victory 0, Grafton 27. November. Mon. 1. Tues. 2. Wed. 3. 1 hurs. 4. Fri. 5. Mon. 8. Tues. 9. Wed. 10. Thurs. 1 1. Fri. 12. Sat. 13. Mon. 15. Back to school again. Did you have enough vacation? If you didn’t, take another week. Heavenly bliss, we get a week’s vacation. Teacher’s Institute. We wish Institute would come every month. First heavy snow of the year. Hurrah! here are your sleds. This is “Correct English Week.” Watch your step or keep your mouth closed. Faculty is keeping score. What is the matter with Polly? Ask Mr. Bouic. Mr. Pierce and Miss Folau also have good food memories. Everybody has the “sniffles.” First amendment to our constitution is proposed by the Faculty concerning students going to the lockers between classes. We forget to remember what they do say. Professor Conn not back yet. We hope he gets along all right. Thank goodness its only a matter of a few days until Thanksgiving vacation. Memorial service for the boys who gave their lives for U. S. A. Dr. Graves gave an address. Who knew it? Mr. Hertzog is a genius. Game with Shinnston. Shinnston 0, Victory 14. We don’t forget games like this one. Now, really, the editor should have a day of rest—but, no! This must be “writ.” Tues. 16. Now listen, everybody. Professor Bouic has an important announcement to make. Wed. 17. Staff meeting. E erything is progressing rapidly. 27782 — Lorentz Press — FOUR I EEN Thurs. 18. Did you say, girls’ basketball team? Why, of course. Going to beat Bristol Tuesday? Sure. Fri. 19. Dr. Engle spoke in chapel. Sat. 20. Game of football. Score 41-0 in favor of—Oh! forget it. Mon. 22. Ask Mr. Bouic what happened at girls’ basketball practice today. Will he tell you? Of course----------------------not. Tues. 23. Miss Allison, Red Cross worker, says, A good bedmaker always gets a good man.” Girls! Learn to make beds well. I 93 j Wed. 24. Thurs. 25. Mon. 29. Tues. 30. December. Wed. 1. Thurs. 2. Fri. 3. Mon. 6. Tues. 7. Wed. 8. Fri. 10. Tues. 14. Wed. 15. Thurs. 16. Fri. 17. Mon. 20. T ues. 21. Wed. 22. January. Mon. 3. Tues. 4. Wed. 5. Thurs. 6. Fri. 7. Sat. 8. Mon. 10. J ues. 11. Wed. 12. Thurs. 13. Fri. 14. Sat. 15. Mon. 17. T ues. 18. Wed. 19. Thurs. 20. Fri. 28. Mon. 31. We hope all the teachers were thankful for the pumpkin pie that the cooking class gave them. We know that we are. Thanksgiving vacation. Good-bye. The Blue Monday feeling registered everywhere. Terrible disaster in Domestic Science class. Mary, you have our most sincere sympathies because we know that burnt celery is not good. Heaven deliver us. The Faculty has sprung a bunch of exams. This makes its quiet appearance. Girls basketball team played Bristol girls at Bristol. Score I 0-4 in Bristol’s favor. Never worry, they are coming again. Where are Bristol’s restaurant supper?—crackers and cheese. Students meet with teacher advisors—grades are given out. Why are there so many X’s? Why not write first letter in alphabet? Starts better school week. This means that we must study a little better at nights. Mr. Conn and Mr. Pierce always eat crackers at lunch table because they do not wish to spend an extra .05 at the counter. Johnstown flood. Who turned on the shower bath in the girls’ locker room today at the fourth period? A dull Friday. Absolutely nothing doing. Today would have been a red letter day if Yager hadn’t smiled. Where’s that odor coming from? Cooking room, of course. If it were not for exams one would enjoy the vacation so much better. Couldn’t we? Say yes. Mr. Conn, looking over third period History class: “Someone in here is absent.” Just think, if it’s in your power, that Xmas is only a few days away. Our motto, “Let’s quit.” Merry Xmas and a Happy New Year. A long hair on Mr. Conn’s coat!!! Let's investigate. Seniors are beconvnr more dignified every day. A new case in school. Guess yourself. Worst of all, a petite Senior is the victim. Everybody looks polished. Why? Exams are on the road. Basketball boys have their pictures taken. Oh, how some of them posed and shivered. Victory 34, Tunnelton 6. The team of teams was victorious. Characters are chosen for the operetta. We hope it will be a success. Seniors appoint Folau-Hertzog sponsors. Oh! where’s Alden? Why did Josephine blush in French today? Who is Jean? Will all the boys who take music fourth period please behave? Basketball games—Victory 16, Bristol 4; Victory 49, Jane Lew 9. We played Grafton today at Grafton. Victory 42, Grafton 18. Rah! Rah! Quartet! Quartet! Does home-made cookies agree with basketball girls? Ask Effie. Mr. Hertzog is going to take lessons in deaf and dumb languages so he will be able to understand the fifth period English IV class. A new student in Domestic Science. Harry Minter is surely handy in cooking. Mid-semester, dream again with us. Who invented exams, anyway? Game with Pennsboro. Victory 28, Pennsboro I 2. Why don’t the Juniors get their pictures taken? Don’t be afraid. Amon has plenty of extra plates if you damage a few. February. Tues. 1. Wed. 2. Thurs. 3. Fri. 4. Sat. 5. Mon. 7. Tues. 8. Wed. 9. Thurs. 10. Fri. 11. Sat. 12. Mon. 14. Tues. 15. Wed. 16. Thurs. 17. Fri. 18. Sat. 19. Mon. 21. T ues. 22. Wed. 23. Thurs. 24. Fri. 25. Sat. 26. Mon. 28. March. Tues. 1. Wed. 2. Thurs. 2. Fri. 4. Sat. 5. Mon. 7. Tues. 8. Sad! Sad! Indeed! Poor Sue tried to commit suicide today by pulling a locker over on her. Don’t study too hard this semester or the Faculty will be disappointed. Game—Mannington 5, Victory 44. Fleming speaks in chapel today. Seniors are out of classes all morning. Game with New Martinsville. Victory 33, New Martinsville I 7. This team was large, but not mighty. Mr. Yager was called home today on account of his father’s illness. We miss him very much. Game with Grafton. Victory 36, Grafton 24. Played at home. Game with Salem Salem 22, Victory 34. Referee takes Sims off the floor on account of his large feet. Teachers go to see Masquerader. Mr. Conn and Mr. Pierce get into “Dark Circles.” Juniors have mock commencement. Some mockers. Future orator, David Nichols. Game with Weston. Victory 39, Weston 24, at home. How would we feel if we were defeated? Again we won! Who from? Fairview 24, Victory 28. Fairview game played again ;n third period History. Girls are defeated by Jane Lew, 1 3-8. Everybody planning for trip with team to Weston. Car iurnoed the track on the wav to Weston. The score was 16-34 in favor of, aw! forget it. Game with Buckhannon. Victory 29, Buckhannon 9. Yea, Burton. TAM DAY at Victory High School. Orange and Black. How many were made? Did you say. Ask M:ss Lewis. Day of days. Three cheers for dear old Victory and down with W. I. Score, Victory 33, W. I. 32. Absolutely no school today. Why? Result of W. I. game. Of all the odd things. Chapel today. Mr. Hertzog gave a toast to the team. Today boys leave for Fairmont tournament. Boys lose to Grafton at tournament, which threw them out. Hard luck. Expensive for some of the students. Once more we are preparing for a game with W. I. Sad, but true. We lost to W. I. Garrett 23, Victory 18. Banquet at Waldo given by patrons of Victory High School. Some swell time. I’ll say. Musical comedy progressing rapidly. Lucky ones—no classes. Game with Buckhannon. Victory 1 7, Buckhannon I 5. Oh! Buckhannon, don’t be too sure of yourself. Games: Boys—Victory 30, Salem 1 3; Girls—Victory I 5, Salem 4. Victory cushions were presented to each member of the team. Boys are proud of them. Everybody has the spring fever today. Pennsboro 21, Victory 29. Last game of the season, but a good one. What will we do after basketball season is over? 195] LEADING COLLEGES HIGH SCHOOLS demand printing which bears the unmistakable mark of Quality -- that distinctiveness v?hich conveys 4te printed message in an attractive, pleasing form. Our constantly increasing list of satisfied patrons from Colleges and High Schools is convincing proof of 4ie quality) of our product. «I Business men ■ojko desire dieir printing handled widi more than ordinary care, are invited to try die service we offer. THE LORENTZ PRESS BUCK.HANNON, WEST VA. 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