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

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MARY HUGHES Assistant Stage Manager for Senior Play. “And unextinguish’d laughter shakes the skies.” ROBERT KLINE “Better late than never.” The Road Not Taken Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, and just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same. And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how ways lead on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. —FRrRost.

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KATHERINE McCRARY “Puccy™ Poe Society. “Dare to be true.” ALSIE MYERS “Toots” Spanish Club, Poe Society. “Beauty seen is never lost.” LOIS PLEASANTS Assistant Librarian, Senior Play, Lanier Society. “Rising and reaching upward to the skies.” DOROTHY ROSS Poe Society, Spanish Club, Senior Play, Associate Editor of WiLsoNIaNn. “The poetry of speech.” GLENNA ROSS Ge Poe Society, Secretary-Treasurer of Glee Club; Basketball, 4-H Club, Girl Reserve. “Hospitality sitting with Gladness.” LORRAINE YANCEY “RENA” Poe Society. “Without Laughter, Life is not worth Living.”

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Class History N SEPTEMBER, nineteen hundred twenty-nine, we entered the Woodrow Wilson | High School—eighty-six rowdy and vigorous Freshmen. Of course we were delight- ed with our new school life. The old restraint of the grammar grades was gone and in its place we found more freedom and independence. The future gleamed before us as a beautiful vision, filled with success and triumph. However, this rosy picture did not last very long. We were soon put in our place by the upper classmen and forced to settle down to the routine of high school life. Under the direction of Mrs. Davies, we presented the play, “Mrs. Briggs of the Poultry Yard,” the proceeds of which were used to purchase new literature and equipment for the Science department. The next year was a more serious one for us. We were then the high and mighty Sophomores, who found delight in ridiculing the poor Freshmen. Mr. Kimler had to con- tend with most of us, but a few were sent to Mr. Fentress. Mrs. Davies was patient enough to help us again with our class play, “Pollyanna.” Then we became Juniors. When we moved upstairs we were compelled to act with more dignity in order to keep pace with the Seniors, our next door neighbors. Again our class was divided and some were sent to Mrs. Pace’s room while others were put on Miss Dickerson’s roll. The most important event of this year was the play, “Only Sally Ann,” also directed by Mrs. Davies. All of us appreciated the kind help of Mrs. Davies in presenting our class plays. In September, nineteen hundred thirty-two, our dream was beginning to be realized. It was then that we started on our adventure as Seniors. A group of thirteen girls remained in Mrs. Pace’s room, while the other Seniors were sent to Mr. Ritchie, the new teacher of the Senior Class. Early in April, plans were made for the Senior plays. This year, instead of having one long play, the faculty decided that it would be better to have three short one-act plays, in order that more members of our class might be used successfully. The three plays chosen were, a comedy, “In the Spring a Young Man’s Fancy”; a biblical play, “The Prodigal Comes Home”; and a tragedy, ““Half-Way Jimmy.” The commencement finals were also changed this year. Instead of having the old type of program with a speaker, a salutatorian, and a valedictorian, our class has had entire charge and has presented a program centered around the theme, “Our School,” in which we have tried to show what our school has been doing for the past ten years, the cost of educating us, and what we should represent, morally, mentally, and socially, now that we have completed our courses. We have had a glorious time during our school life. While we were Freshmen, high school was a vision; now that we are graduating, it will soon be a memory. —H. C. anp L. P.