Virginia High School - Virginian Yearbook (Bristol, VA)

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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

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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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crNfo THE VIRGINIAN r+o CLASS WILL We, the graduating class of 1937, being of unquestionably sound mind and in an under- worked physical condition, do will and bequeath collectively and individually these doubtful qualities and characteristics, to the beneficiaries set forth herein, and hope that they will be as useful to the receivers as were they to the donors, in the year of our Lord, Nineteen Hundred and Thirty-seven. First , To the faculty we leave our mental ability and ask that it be distributed to the underclassmen. Second, To Miss Burrow we leave the hope that she will be able to find a senior class that isn ' t a burden to her. Third, To our Alma Mater we leave our love and best wishes and hope that all senior classes will be treated as we have been. Our individual gifts we bequeath as follows: 1. I, Hugh Pendleton, do will to Ernest Whittaker the right to sit at Miss Hanson’s desk. 2. I, Bill Dunn, do will to Tal Buchanan the right to come to Mr. Goble’s class late every day. 3. I, Joann Feazell, being blessed with an over amount of intelligence do will some of it to Betty Bradley. 4. We, Edith Markwalter and Josephine Jessee, do will our place in front of the window to Dorothy Nave. 5. I, G. O. Harr, do will my lovely bass voice to Ralph Brumet and hope that he will use it to a better advantage than have I. 6. I, Shirley McFern, leave to Mary Anne Mitchell my ability to attract all the boys. 7- I, Lawrence Barker, do will to Dink Burns the ability to keep two girls on the string at once, and not get caught. 8. We, Marie Gose and Dorothy Sue Crumley, leave our two Sunday night visitors to Alice Hammer and Ruth Rice. 9. I, Seth Hobart, do will all my sax-appeal to Jack Buchanan. 10. I, Junior McCulloch, leave all my wit to Andrew Fulton Kelly. 11. I, Bill Johnson, will to O. L. Hamilton my ability to play basket-ball. 12. We, Elizabeth Kernan and Gruen McCl ellan, leave our innumerable King College boys to Elizabeth Noblett and Lois Carico. 13. We, Joe Jones and Olga Russo, leave a shining example to those who think puppy love is the beginning of a dog’s life. 14. I, Billy Snodgrass, leave my gift of gab to Jack Phipps. 15. To Cecil Trivett, I, Jimmy Buchanan, leave my club to keep the girls away. 16. I, Bill Clendenen, do will a portion of my feet to Miss Hanson. 17- I, Joe Smith, leave my position on the all-city team to any deserving guard. 18. To the school I leave this legal masterpiece inclusive of its superb writing. Signed : Richard C. Cash, Legator ' 37 Virginian. Witnesses: Marie Gose Teressa Rader Page 23 19 3 7