Woodrow Wilson High School - President Yearbook (Portsmouth, VA)

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i= ee The ——— Che Senior Farewell to the Faculty Farewell to you, our teachers, Our High School days are o’er, Through four long years of study, You've helped us more and more. In work, in play, in everything, You’ve been our faithful guides; Patient, willing, kind, and true, Our loyal friends besides. In Latin, Spanish, French and Math, You’ve pointed out perfection’s path. In Chemistry and Physics, too, We've done our very best for you. In English and Geometry, And even Trigonometry, In History and all the rest, We know you’ve done your very best. Because of you our doughty class In life’s great struggle must surpass; Your sympathy and willing aid In future years will be repaid. As through the world we journey on, And life’s great burdens we must don, Your teachings will our pilot be Upon the rough and stormy sea. Our broader life has just begun— We thank you for the work you’ve done. Edward Buxton, 25.

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The ig ee ee ; pene Our Faculty Advisors To UViIss SMU: For many years this Senior guide, Tho’ very often sorely tried, Has wisely, patiently, and well Acdjnalimee We canine cll Unanimously that with zest Miss Smith has made the very best Of all these crude but worthy minds; In each some useful trait she finds. With honest love and honor true e bid Miss Smith a sad adieu. OMNIS SeG Lb D 5: To Miss Gibbs there has been given That understanding rare, That makes a worker’s burdens So much easier to bear. An ever-giving spirit, Undismayed by labors great; In the ladder of true glory Our Miss Gibbs would highest rate. Happiness and pleasure most To Miss Gibbs we give this toast. To MISS WILLIAMS: What’s a stage without Miss Williams? Just a ring without a pearl. For a tirelss, wireless worker None surpass this teacher-girl. Knowing talent when it’s present, Faithful, joyful, kind, and true, As a leader in dramatics May we now present to you All best wishes, smiles or tears— Wishes for the future years.

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ry Jun slemortam To Woodrow Wilson We called you Dreamer, said your dreams were vain— We who today kneel humbly by the Gate Through which you lately passed, and pledge, too late, The faith you gave your life and soul to gain. We called you Dreamer; today we know regret; The aching bitterness of debts delayed By littleness and blunders, ere we paid; The tragedy of vain remorse—and yet Surely, beneath your sleep, you know that God Will bring the harvest after sun and rain; Our stumbling feet shall find the path you trod— We'll keep the faith you have not dreamed in vain. —Pauline Timberlake, in “The Virginian,” Farmville State Teachers College.