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

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Wee ee See Ore NG LA oN CLASS POEM, 1925 There is something in being a Senior, That makes our whole heart glad; And when we come to think of it There i s something that makes us sad. We think of our graduation, Leaving school and every test— That lies upon our shoulders, To make our life its best. When we think of the friends we’ve made, And how we strolled the hall; We are not so anxious to get away, For we know that we shall miss it all. We will remember all the examinations, And how they filled the files: We'll miss the daily routine, . nd of course we'll miss the smiles, We shall never forget the lectures, That were given to others and me: We feel that without Mr. Hurley Wilson High Sch ool could never be. There is another that we must not forget, As the long years come and pass; Miss Watts so faithful and patient, The beloved leader of our class. So now we must all teel happy, As we think of the diploma so fine; What a happy feeling, when we can say— The high school diploma is mine. in all the years we have been wishing, znd now our wishes come true, Rut in all our gladness and sorrow, Fellow students we shall not forget you. Marvin W. MyYErs.

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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.

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JUNIOR CLASS HISTORY {n the fall of nineteen hundred and twenty-two, forty-two unsophisticated, though fresh girls and boys entered the Freshmen room. Everything was new to us—we had taken a new and higher step; but obviously we had taken too high a step. Everything seemed larger, harder, and unobtainable. Even the teachers looked fierce and frightful. Still through all this fright a spirit of freshness prevailed. We, I suppose, were as fresh as any who had even entered those massive doors. sn this year of ’22 and ’23 some left us, some went to other schools, others dropped out and we lost sight of them, still others took higher steps and were marrnd. Of course some new members came in and our number remained the same. «hrough the Freshmen year, as had those who had gone before us, we had our trials and tribulations, our ups and downs, our joys and sorrows. Bui toward, the end of the year we overcame our officiousness and under these burden- some Circumstances we conquered. Therefore with a leap and a bound climbed another step upward to success—a few we left behind; they were not prepared to take the step. Then came our Sophomore year and such a bunch of Soph’s we made—into everything—leading our teachers, poor dear creatures, and the Freshmen, a hard life. It was in the early part of our Sophomore year that we moved into the new building, yes, we had the honor of being the first Sophomores of the Woodrow Wilson High, not only did this occur but the children from old Basic, now east side of Waynesboro, were united with us. We gladly took them into our school, and hearts as well, and now in our Junior year no difference is shown or known. We're now a stronger body. ‘Perhaps we Juniors lack the dignity of the Seniors but we have an abundant amount of school spirit. Not only did we show this spirit on the athletic field and in the gym, but in literary stunts and the class room as well. We entertained the mighty Seniors with such a feast as has never been shown before. The gym was hardly discernible in such a profusion of paper and hearts. We go into a thing with a will, our object is to win, and now slowly but surely we are climbing to the goal ef success.