Virginia High School - Virginian Yearbook (Bristol, VA)

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CLASS SONG By Spiller McCarty MEMORY OF MEMORIES (Tune: Memories Refrain) Days well spent, days gone by, Out of the life we knew. Each has fallen to memory To make a dream come true — Learning days, earning days. Each a part in life ever plays — We leave you not glad But feeling so sad. The spirit of inspiring rays. Virginia High, Virginia High, We are leaving your walls. May each day find tasks well done. Precepts taught in these halls — Happy days, high school days. Among the friends we ' ve made. We shall never forget. Our loyalty and debt. To our colors that never fade. « » CLASS POEM By Dee Minnick CLASS OF ' 39 We passed bravely through four long years. Seeking knowledge through joy and fears. Now we know commencement will call us soon. Sending us to our life ' s work in early June. We paced the rooms, the corridors too, Advancing in progress as in life we grew; Bore life ' s troubles, laughed at its strife. Gained experience in youthful life. Our studies have brought information rare; We worked hard, played the game fair. Built our dream castles — had them fall; When help was needed, our teachers we called. They advised us frequently, wisely, ' tis true; Told us our faults, our merits too. Revealed to us rare mysteries of the past Which made the world of knowledge seem more vast. Now we begin the slippery road to success. There ' s room at the top for those who are best. So we leave this institution to the future grad. May all his years, as ours, be glad! Page 24

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THEIR AMBITIONS Douglas Dee Wagner Wear Size 16 James Jack Rhea Aviator Susan White Nurse John Kelly Rogers Doctor Jean Woolley Bug Woolley Technician Sydney Sid Thomas Commercial Artist Jean Wolf To Get Married Gilmer Slim Snapp Electrician Ed Curly Strickland Naval Officer Carter Blondie Thompson Explorer William Will Wiley Doctor Lawrence Truelove Wade Scientific Research Page 23

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CLASS HISTORY The history of the present Senior Class began ' way back in the fall of the year 1934 when the grand ship Freshman, bearing an excited and optimistic crew set sail on the tempestuous seas of high school life. Under the guidance and supervision of several experienced higher officials, their destination was the far-off, long-dreamed-of port of Graduation which was believed to be the gateway to a strange and wonderful new world. For four long years the ship with its courageous company plowed its way through waters made turbulent by a seemingly endless series of tempests known as Tests, of which the passengers were warned a few days ahead. How feverishly they worked in preparation and how they despaired of ever being able to reach land! But, oh, so much more horrible were the hurricanes called Examinations which appeared regularly twice a year. The very mention of their name struck terror to the heart of every person and sent chills running up and down his spinel Exams were always spokep of with bated breath. As weeks in which Examinations were usually expected grew nearer and nearer, the passengers grew more and more panicky and itnore desperately sure than ever that they would never survive the raging of the elements and that the ship, its crew, and its passengers would sink out of sight and never be seen again. Hpwever, as things are never as bad as they seem, the ship would emerge battered but as good as ever and sail serenely on its way with only a few men washed over-board, the more hardy of them being able to cling to the ship until the danger was past. At long last the great day arrived. Land was sighted. Then joy and ex- citement reigned; though the joy was tinged a little by sorrow because in spite of the trials and tribulations, it had really been fun to be together and now, as soon as they docked, the gang would scatter. The proud ship sailed triumphantly into the harbor of the port of Gradu- ation. The valiant band, sadder but wiser than when they started out four years ago, were deservedly proud of their diplomas, their passports into the land of opportunuity. Sally Starke. Page 25