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

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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.

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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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Wi ae As I stand here | hear the distant honk of an automobile horn and approaching amid a cloud of dust, I see a dilapidated Lincoln, which draws up in front of Ike’s store with much rattling of fenders and shrieking of brakes. It was Miss Lola Parrett coming to sell her weekly supply of eggs. The scene now changes again. I am back in my own home town. On the east side near the railroad, 1 see a neat brick house surrounded by a grassy lawn. Glancing in the mail box I see letters addressed to Mrs. C. M. Kihler, Mr. Paul Blandon Kibler, Miss Lucy Kibler, Jaul Blandon, Jr., and Miss Claudine Kibler. I come back to the west side and see another happy domestic homelike scene. As I pass by I see playing in the yard a small boy. Asking who owned this place ne replied, “Mr. and Mrs. Bowman.” As he said this, Mrs. Bowman stepped in the yard and 1 recognized another member of the class of 25. Darkness covers this scene and when it clears I see a huge tent, surrounding this is a great crowd. Seated in front of this on a stool, gaudily attired in the garb of a gypsy, telling the fortune of some seedy looking individual, I recognize Miss Elizabeth Bowman. Next, I find myself near a huge gymnasium, As I enter I see a group of girls attired in purple and gold. At a given signal they all gather about a figure similarly attired. 1 recognize Miss Edith Hiserman who is now coaching “Wilson Hi” State Champion team. As I stand here, I pick up a paper and read the follow- ing: Pattie clinches title by knocking out Rousy in sixth round of a scheduled twelve-round bout. “John” had become a fistic king. The next scene seems to be across the mountain at Charlottesville. Seated at a desk, taking dictation, I see Miss Virginia Boyd. As I enter the grounds of the University of Virginia, I see coming down the walk a scholarly looking man wearing gold rimmed glasses and mumbling to him- self in a monotonous undertone. I recognize Professor Howard Koiner, P. H. D., Ee i: This vision is again blurred and the next scene I see a kindergarten teacher vainly trying to use the methods of Miss Watts to instruct her pupils. This is Miss Mary Page Archer. Dimness covers this scene and I see waving banners, and a shouting throng. On a platform I see the speaker, Miss Katharine Copper, who is running for Congress. Directly across from here is a pool room. I see by the sign that Mr. Henry Dickerson is proprietor. 1 return to Waynesboro, which is now a large flourishing city. Coming down the street, swinging a gold headed cane and smoking a cheap cigar, is Lawrence Lovegrove, who is now traveling for Titus Nursery Company. Looking on the other side of the street, I see coming up a lady between two Fishburne boys. Much to my surprise I saw she was still Miss Mildred Morris. Passing on through the city I come to the bridge across South River. Looking beneath it I see a man seated on the bank in the act of casting out his line. It was Amos Sweet sucker fishing.