Virginia High School - Virginian Yearbook (Bristol, VA)

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t r+o THE VIRGINIAN cr K): CLASS HISTORY When in course of human events it became necessary for this great institution, B. V. H. S., to open its doors for the beginning of another school term in the year Nineteen Hundred and Thirty ' three, we entered as Freshmen. Everybody, even the teachers, were surprised at the intelligence of the Freshman class. We as Freshmen came into the class with one object in view that of living down the names of “Freshie” and “Greenie.” However, we learned that only by studying would we be able to outlive those stigmatizing epithets. We hold these truths to be selFevident: that in the year Nineteen Hundred and Thirty ' three, Virginia High School acquired a new principal. His cooperation throughout these four years has been cheerfully and willingly given and we pay our homage to him. That in the year Nineteen Hundred and Thirty ' three we were very much elated over the undefeated football games of the season. We were always ready to show our school spirit with the rest. In the year Nineteen Hundred and ThirtyTour this intelligent group of Freshmen became Sophomores. This new step made us feel as if we were climbing higher in the school world. Of course, when this change came, we were more enthusiastic in the school activities as we were then on the third floor — the land of privilege. We were voted into some of the school clubs, among these were: the Public Speaking Club, the Dramatic Club, the Glee Club, the Commer ' cial Club, and the Science Club. That in the year Nineteen Hundred and Thirty ' five, we became Juniors. We thought this a great honor, and indeed it was. Of course, we felt very important and took things in a more serious manner. In this, our Junior year, we had the pleasure of giving the Seniors the traditional banquet. There was only one desire left — that of becoming Seniors. Now that we have attained our seniority, we see that the term Senior is a kind of illusion — in the sense that it still beckons us to greater things- -yet it stands for much, and we feel that we measure up to its meaning. In this year we have done our best work and have received a true vision of the future. We, the Senior Class of 1937, do hereby humbly submit the facts of the case, and it is our hope that they will qualify us for graduation from this great institution. These facts are sub ' mitted in the year of our Lord, Nineteen Hundred and Thirty ' seven. — Teressa Rader. Page 21

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r+3 THE VIRGINIAN r o SENIORS Flame . William Snodgrass Ethel Sorah Dean Hodgson Elizabeth Burns R. B. Ellis Course College Prep. .“Bill” General General General General Flic name . . . Favorite “Robbins” “Dizzy” “Ebba” “Red” Subject . . . Typing Mathematics History Mechanical Drawing Shop Work Pastime Typing Sewing Loafing Going Places Shows Wants to be Psychiatrist Clerk Minister Secretary Mail Clerk Flame Herbert Virginia James Mary Bill Hayes Worsham Buchanan Comer Dunn Course General General College Prep. General College Prep. “Bud” Flic name . . . Favorite “Puny” “Tootsie” “Jimmie” “Mutt” Subject Mathematics Mechanical Drawing Science Typing Mathematics Pastime . . . Arguing Tennis Driving Shows Talking Wants to be . . Plumber Gym Director Electrical Engineer Stenographer Mechanical Engineer SENIORS WHOSE PICTURES DO NOT APPEAR Helen Anderson Gordon Shankle Katherine Foulk Charles Shavis Herbert Pitts Page 20 19 3 7

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c fo THE VIRGINIAN r o CLASS POEM (With due apologies to H. W. Longfellow.) Tell me not in mournful numbers, School is but an empty dream, For the mind is dead that slumbers, And studies are not what they seem. School is real! Teachers earnest! They set up a lofty goal; All who from their study turnest, Cannot touch it with a pole. No enjoyment— lots of sorrow Lies upon our destined way. If we act as if tomorrow Were but another day to play. School is long and time seems dragging, While we sit in weary classes And listen to the teachers bragging While the sluggish period passes. On the school’s broad field of battle In the halls of Virginia High Listen to the students prattle Of the dates that bring a sigh. Trust no teacher, howe’er pleasant Lest there fall upon our heads A test that for the present Makes us wish that we were dead. Lives of teachers all remind us We can make our school sublime, And do it honor if they’ll let us Have the chance, and give us time. Let us then be up and doing, Get our lessons clear and straight. Still achieving, still pursuing Tonight we have a heavy date. Susan Kearfott. Page 22 19 3 7