Wilson Memorial High School - Hornets Nest Yearbook (Fishersville, VA)

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Wy TAL (Solan an ean LOLA PARRETT This little lady may be small, But does it matter? Not at all! We're bright enough to know a prize, No matter what might be the size. MARGARET RUSSELL Peggy, our president, loyal and true, May Dame Fortune smile upon you. When it comes to music she’s the best, And also in dancing at—F. M. S.

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Wile li oe Osa Ne leAreN AURELIA MYERS Farnest and likeable Though a bit shy, Until you discover Her twinkling eye. AMOS SWEET Now Amos who is last, has a very nice girl, And no wish will he ever deny her ; He says she is awfully nice and sweet, If you don’t believe it, then just try her. EDITH PAGE Now, mv friends, What is more rare Tkan a pretty face, And Titian hair?

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Wieeleede eo: Ose Net A aaN CLASS PROPHECY T was a hot day in mid-August, I had wandered far from home into the fastness of the Blue Ridge Mountains. Growing footsore and weary I lay down in a shady nook and went to sleep. In my dreams a vision appeared, I was back at “Wilson Hi” and being there naturally brought thoughts of my old schoolmates. Where were they and how had they fared in the battle of lifes Then in my dreams appeared a vision, I see a large castle surrounded by a stately grove of trees. Standing in front of this I see Peggy Russell, who is now Senora Margarite Castellio, wife of the famous Spanish diplomat, Don Miguel Castellio. This scene passes on and in its place I see a huge throng surrounding a. jump- ing pit. I see standing near a woman athlete, garbed in a U. S. Olympic track suit. As I look she clears the bar at five feet two inches, breaking the world’s record by five inches. To my surprise, I recognize Miss Virginia Cox. Mist obscures this scene and as it gradually clears, I see a race track. Far in the lead is a beautiful black horse. Mounted on him I see a trained jockey leaning low and whispering words of encouragement in the horse’s ear. As he doffs his cap to the crowd, I recognize by the tousled mop of red hair, Berryman Jennings Fitzhugh, shiek of the Senior Class of 25. As the horses were being led away there appeared on the rudely constructed stage, a dancer beautifully arrayed in downy silks representing spring. After dancing for a few minutes with skill and ease, she left the stage amid the wild applause of the audience. I was shocked to learn that the dancer was no other than my classmate of years ago, Miss Vada Coyner. How she had changed! As I sauntered on through the crowd my attention was attracted by these words: “Ice-cold Cocoa Cola!” Pop corn! ! Candies! ! “Come on and get!!! My, but I had heard enough for I recognized the familiar voice of Marvin Myers. As this line ended it was taken up by a shill voice: “Hot dogs!” “Red Hot” and so on. This voice I also recognized as no other than Nancy Gaw un and she were apparently getting along better than they did in the old school days. This vision passes off suddenly and as the darkness clears once more, | hear a far away voice saying: “Now Honorable Jurymen, I hope I have proven to you the innocence of this man.” Someone was pleading the innocence of the bigamy charges that had been brought against the prisoner who was easily recognized by his frowning brow and large pipe, smoking vehemently, as Dr. J. Stuart Koiner. The lawyer was no other than Miss Edith Page. Walking out of the courtroom, I see over a door across the street a sign, Miss Aurelia Myers, “First Class Millinery.” Hearing the drone of an aeroplane I glance skyward just in time to see some dare-devil leap from it with a parachute grasped in her teeth. Imagine my surprise when | learned she was Miss Margaret Fry. The scene now changes to a little western village. A sign hanging in front of the little community store reads as follows: “Baking Powder, Barhmire, Chewing a Saddle Blankets, and other household accessories. Proprietor, Ike M. arber.