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

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1. Mrs. Shomo’s first entrar:ce 2. Chief McChesney 3. Glamorous Jessie4. “The Big Four” 5. Baby Wickey 6. Strong Man Batson 7. Hunk of man Guynn . When she was still Miss Blekemore 9. Our annual sponsor 10. Big “Bear man” 11, Little Vivian 12, Two Coyner Twins, Lucy left 13. That dancing faculty 14. Miss Utz behind the bushes 15. Girl—shy Partlow 16. Hering to the rescue! 17. Mr. Partlow surveys the country 18. Mr. Forbes be- hind dark glasses 19. Violinist Farrow 20. On the beach 21. Mickey the Mouse 22. Baby Forbes 23. Cherub Ann Willis 24. Weary, teacher Forbes 25. Professor La Heatwole 26. Little Man Ridgeway 27. Jitterbugs?? 28. Lean, hungry looking faculty 29. Any of the faculty 30. Toot- tcot-tooter Phillips 31. Sunshine Jessie 32. Baby Mickey 33. Miss Anna Flory 34. Miss Cline and her bicycle 35. Ah! sweet Theresa 36. Wickey partly grown 37. Helen Sherman when she was only a problem to her Mother 38. Miss “Math” Eisenberg 39. Still Miss Blakemore (Now Mrs. McCray) 40. Hair ribbon Christine Hering 41. Blank-blank 42. Miss Phillips’ horsepower 43. Picknickers 44. Off to the square root races. 45, Fatal leap Miss Cline 46. Boss man O. S. Crute 47. Baby Principal, R. A.

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Front Row: Jimmy Livick, Reporter; Nell Cline, Secretary ; Richard Clatterbaugh, President Back Row: Hampton McCray, Vice President; Henry Moffett, Treasurer Senior History N ow it was our time for a raise, not in pay, but in rank! Yep, we were in that great department called high school. In the fall of 1944 we began our fresh- man year in four different schools; seventy-seven of us at Stuarts Draft, fifty-two at New Hope, thirty-six at Fishersville and ninety-two at Beverley Manor. We struggled through those Freshman and Sophomore years dodging all the knocks we could and dragging along all we couldn't pours One round higher—‘Oh boy, we’re Juniors!” Like other Junior classes we gave our class play and threw a party for Senior class. Let’s see, before long these seniors would leave and next year we’d be the Seniors. Now we’re getting some place. What did you say? Yes, right here it is on the front page (big stuff) of the paper! Fishersville, Beverley Manor, Stuarts Draft and New Hope high schools will be combined into one big consolidated high school at the Woodrow Wilson General Hospital. Good heavens, what will that be like Maybe I should stop school. Can’t do that ’cause I’m not old enough, don’t suppose I’d do that anyway -——| have to get an education someplace. September fairly flew around and it was time for that new adventure. Let me see, that letter [ got the day said for Seniors to come on Thursday, September llth, 1947 so | must hurry and catch the bus. They took us to the old school where everyone was excited as I. We scrambled on the buses and were off for Wilson Memorial vey Look at that sign by the gate “For Sale’—heavens! you don’t suppose they’d sell us? The bus parked across from a sign which said “Officers Club,” but the man said, “come on in.” We did. Someone must have come the wrong day, | don’t see how all of us could be in one class. We surely have a nice looking faculty, maybe this won't be so bad after all. Mr. McChesney told us how the senior sponsors had drawn our names to determine our home room and after a roll of each home room had been read we were divided according to schools to register. Then came the big part, a tour of the school,—such (one halls. I'll have rheumatism in two weeks! For the first week or two each school ganged together, but before October was far gone we felt perfectly at home and hardly knew what our previous school had been. Today our Senior class numbers one hundred and sixty-seven. All of us are proud to be a member of the first graduating class of Wilson Memorial High,