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

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FRESHMAN SOPHOMORE JUNIOR SENIOR

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Toast to the Bovs of the Class Here’s to the boys of the ’Class 725 Such comrades they’ve been to us all, Brothers and chums and co-workers, Handsome and manly and tall. They have joined with a will in our projects; They have backed us to the last man, Loyal and faithful and jolly. Come, sister classmates, and stand And toast these comrades of ours. Good fortune as years swiftly pass, Wealth, happiness and every honor, To you—the boys of our class. Toast to the Girls of the Class Here’s to the girls of the Class ’25; A toast I am happy to drink. To our better half, brother classmates, Our betters, we everyone think. There isn’t a doubt of their wisdom, Their kindness, their beauty (?) and wit. They are loyal to class and to classmates. Dear old class, how they’ve fought for it! Then here sito thevgirisvotgsne Class 253 The Class that none may surpass. Stand, brother classmates, and toast them! I give you—the girls of our class! —Benny Thomas ’25

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The a, ) ee oe ee beers rey oe wees PRESIDENT.” a SS ee A ee yg 2a ma S g§ UT upon the sea of learning, where the waves roll high | and strong, comes a brave quartet of schooners as our 5, high school sails along. Separated by position, sailing Ai for a single port, each has its pain and pleasure, each has its work and sport. The Seniors sail the first ship, experienced and bold. Four years they've onward struggled, and studied as of old. With courage born of battle, with knowledge that has grown, they soon will sail the ocean to visit worlds unknown. The Juniors come in line next, to take the Senior lead—to show the rest the right path, a truly noble deed. The Sophomores are third now, but soon will second be; through their two years they’ve safely sailed upon the troubled sea. The Freshmen are the youngest; their ship has had one year, but they have grown to love the fleet and hold the high school dear. The sturdy flag-ship “Faculty,” with Mr. Codd at wheel, up- holds our banner, “Loyalty,” and keeps an even keel. Then Hail! to the fleet called Wilson, that has braved the storm so well, beloved by officers and crew far more than tongue can tell. Wy Ut ) [ta WA | | WHT) | | HHH WY WH WHITH | | Lemar ERENT mmm THATAATLUUOOVHAARRUEVEOOBVAORAREUOOOAVHORRTREEOOAAVORARIPURDORAUAAAVVPROOOOORRRVOROOAOOORHUVRORVOVARARVOOOOOOOAAROEOORD TILT TTT HINA Hil I