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

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FB as uk 1 Class History : faba) SEPTEMBER 1927, fifty-one proud Freshmen entered 4 4 Wilson Hi For several days all went well, and we were (5) allowed to be proud and strut around the halls. Then, as EN MWA a peacock is humbled by its ugly feet, so we were humbled by the upper classmen. For the rest of that school term we were slaves. It was either salute “Them” or carry “Their” books. We did this—or else. By the hardest we survived. The next year found us Sophomores in Mr. Kimler’s room. Such important Sophomores we were! The Freshmen hated us and they had reason to. Then we became Juniors and moved up stairs with the Seniors. The girls had Miss Dickerson for their home room teacher, and the boys had Mr. Fentress. So now we were Juniors; our Sophomore conceit waned, and dignity began to grow in its place. On March 21 we gave a Saint Patrick’s Day party for the Seniors in the home of one of our classmates. This ended the term for us as Juniors. In September, 1930, we became Seniors with a new Senior teacher, Miss Reynolds. Now the fifty-one has decreased to thirty-one. Where are the others? Some are still playing along the way while others have stopp- ed or have been caught in the net of matrimony. But the few that were left had much to look forward to as Seniors. We spent the first term trying out the three new teachers and finding out how it felt to be Seniors. On March 20, we gave our play, “Better than Gold.” Several days after this Mr. Jennings announced that Blanche Bush would be valedictorian and Owens Day salutatorian. Now we have settled down to work and wait for our graduation.

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WS Tt een Class Poem L'ENVOI Come! let us pause for a moment And review the days gone by— Days filled with joy and happiness With here and there a sigh. At last we’ve climbed the first hill A task not easily won Remember the trails and conflicts Encountered and finally o’er come. We can see from this first small hill The higher summits beyond, But let us not pause or falter Til we hear the words, “Well Done.” Classmates, let us ever be loyal And never content to stop Till we’ve finished our lifetime of labor From the bottom up to the top. Dear teachers, you've been kind and faithful A reward is awaiting you too; Through trials and hardships you've led us; You were tried, but always proved true. The days have been filled with happiness Time has whirled by like a breeze To me ’twas years filled with pleasure With classmates as splendid as these. When out in the world you wander Ever keep our motto in mind That each one may be of service To our country and all human kind. Then after we leave this dear school If ever we're tempted to slack Let’s remember the class of ‘31 And our colors—the orange and the black. —By ELizaBETH ENGLEMAN.

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