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

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CLASS SONG CTune: Togethe1- J We're leaving Wilson High School It's time to say farewell, Farewell to friends and teachers We will miss you so, how we hate Memories of you we'll cherish As we go down life's road. t We'll strive to be an honor to theeg We'll never forget you, Wilson. We're leaving Wilson High School No more with you we'll dwell. So long to the Orange and Blue, Always in our hearts. We must n Though we'll go far away, We'll always remember this day, You'll always be an inspiration to We'll never forget you, Wilson. ow depart IHC By JEAN HOLLAND ogo'

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jfehruarp lass February Class OH-icers CHARLES BRIGGS ..... .,..... P residenl DORA LEARY ..... ..... V ice-President MIRIAM DORMAN. .. ......... Secremry EUNICE LEVIN ,.... ..... G iris' Treasuwr BILL SHAW ...... .......,........ B oys' Treaxzzrer DON KILGORE ...... .... R epresentative lo Student Council MRS. B. M. FONTAINE ........................ Advixer

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CLASS HISTCRY Class of 44M-February 1, 1945 Dear Sludents: The time has come when we Seniors must leave, but in leaving we wish to let you know what happened to us through the course of our four CPD years here. All the things that have made us dignified seniors, such as, our familiarity with a great majority of students and teachers, holding of offices in clubs, our calling cards, class rings, and a few privileges CD here and there will soon be memories. Let me begin with our freshman year. On February 1, 1941, we came to Wilson, cooked up with the idea of being rulers of the school, city, and people around us. True, we were proud and stuck up. Arent all fresh- men? I'd better admit here that we were a little scared, too. We felt lost, but we soon overcame that feeling. After we were settled, we elected our first officers. Dora Leary became our president and Mac Bunting our vice-president. That was an eventful year, and we learned fast, very fast. Well, by February 1, 1942, we became sophomores. We were no longer rats. We were now human, and a few of our upper classmen started to treat us as such. We were a mighty happy class of Sophs. Then our great and mighty arose among us. Charlie Briggs's red hair began to attract the opposite sex. George Davis played junior Varsity Football and lost seven pounds. Robert Pagliaro began to wear bow ties, and David Lindauer distinguished himself as the head of the class intelligentsia. 'This year we elected Robert Pagliaro our president and Don Kilgore our vice-president. We improved a little on our knowledge of algebra, English grammar, and Latin, as all good sophs do, and about that time we began to hear Pistol Packin' Mama, Miss You, and another new song, White Christmas. Then came February 1, 1943. We were Juniors and half through with our high school life. We then began to shine. After electing Pat Barham, who is not in our graduating class, but who was then a junior, as our president and Charlie Briggs as vice-president, we put Charlie Briggs on the Student Council as Director of Publicity and George Davis as Director of Public Service. With those two and our class representative, Mac Bunting, on the Council, too, our class began to show some power in the Students' own selected few who govern us. Truly we started a great school career. We attended more football games, went to more dances, joined more clubs, and met more people. It was in that year that most of our class went to the Newport News football game. We will never forget-what a game! Boys like Bill Shaw, Garland Stuart, and Mansfield Jordan began to sing Deep in the Heart of Texas and I'm Tired an' I Wanna Go Home, while girls like Virginia Miller, Dora Leary, and Mary Minton sang My Heart Tells Me. Fven with colored shoe strings, loud socks, and the gas shortage, we rolled on, but one of the worst tragedies in the history of Wilson occurred that year. During the game with Elizabeth City, N. C., one of our boys, Roger Buck Childs, was killed. All Wilson mourned Buck, and a grand tribute was paid him in the annual that year in the form of a poem by June Lochenour and a drawing by Lee Lively. Near the end of the term we started to order class rings and pre- pared to become seniors while the Brain--and here 1 refer to David Lindauer- continued a monotonous succession of A's on his report card. Then on February 1, 1944, we became seniors. It was the most wonderful experience most of us ever had. We promptly elected class officers. Charlie Briggs was elected president and Dora Leary vice-president. It was this same year that two of our classmates, George Freeman Davis and Reginald Eugene Byrd, played outstanding football in the Wilson line. Byrd received the honor of being placed on the All-Southern team. We had a better than average team this year because of a hard playing crowd of boys and a new coach. We lost only to Newport News and the state champs, Granby of Norfolk. Then with songs like Don't Fence Me In, Always, and Hamp's Boogie Woogie, Bill Shaw's familiarity with the office, getting our class rings and calling cards, Baby Day, Briggs's reputation in Trig class, class statistics, and all the things that make a senior's life perfect, we prepared to graduate. But we will never forget Wilson! Sincerely yours, ALL US SENIORS-MAC BUNTING, Class Historian.