Wallace High School - School Daze Yearbook (Bristol, VA)

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CLASS HISTORY History repeats itself , so says a well-known oft-quoted adage; so do not be surprised if our history happens to be in some respects much like a great many other- class chronicles that have been written,, There is still enough difference to give us a personality of our own. Pour years ago on the first Monday in September, 1933, the Class of 1937 assem- bled; some were so enthusiastic that they could not wait for the bell to ring for Assembly. That their enthusiasm did not cool under their preliminary trial is shown by the fact that some of these early ones are with us today. We entered the building with the proper amount of freshmen humility; our hearts thrilled v ith the pleasure of speaking to a senior, while the mere mention of geometry and Latin sent our respect soar- ing to the loftiest heights. Of course the spell has long since been broken; the trials and tribulations of these subjects, combined with the problems of chemistry, history and algebra, have had their disillusioning effect. On September eighth we organized as a class. Lillian Lundy was chosen president out of the large number of forty-four. Af- ter months of study our eyes were turned toward graduation; but many, with one con- sent, began to make excuses. The first said, f, I am poor in health; therefore, I cannot go on to graduation. Another said, I must needs toil at home; therefore, I cannot con- tinue further. Another said, I am dull and cannot learn. I pray thee have me ex- cused, And still another said, I am going

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Class History - Continued to be married, and therefore I cannot grad- uate.” So thus did our number decrease un- til the whole number at the end of the first year was thirty-two. In the fall of 1934 the Class of 1937 assembled again at Wallace High School We were no longer the impatient freshmen of the year before but the eager sophomores pressing on to graduation. While we were being assembled in our room there came a knock at our door and there stood Ernestine Hawthorne and four other boys and girls beg- ging us to let them join our class. We opened our hearts and took them in. They made our number thirty- three , of inhich Ro- bert Vaught was chosen president. The bas- ket ball games bet ween the classes were marked events that year, and the sophomore party was enjoyed with equal fervor and, if possible, mo re, as the classmates were now well acquainted with each other and had become firmly bound together by the victor- ies and defeats, studies and pleasures, of the preceeding year. We left our sophomore year with heavy hearts because our beloved teachers, Mr. Smith and Miss Rhea Lester, would not be back the next fall to teach us in our junior year. The only confort we had was that Miss Stafford and Mr. Parmer would be there to greet us. When we returned to school in the fall of 1935, our hearts were soon relieved of their burden because we found we had just as capable teachers as in the years past. Sixteen of the former class enrolled, and with the addition of Caroline Whitten, who