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

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CLASS SONG CTO the tune of I'll Be Seeing You D Dear old Wilson High, the time has come to say goodbye. With mem-o-ries of foregone years, we'll miss you! In the crowded halls, the class when roll is called, The friends we've made and all the things we've learned For you we'll yearn. Through the help we've had, from the teachers who were glad to do The most they could to help us through Our gratitude may we express And know that thru our happiness, we always will be true To our colors, Orange and Blue, We sigh-A-Farewell to you. By CORKY HARVEY and BUDDY VAUGHAN.

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Zane lass June Class Oflicers BOB PARKER ..... DORIS WALKER ..... IVIILDRED RICKE'I'SCJN.. BETTY Lou XYILD. ., Ross MUSICK ....,. JERRY NP2A'FHERX'. .. Miss MARX' R1cE,. . . . , . .Presirleni . , .Vive-Prfavidcni . . . . . . . .Sewwary , . . .Girf.r' Trmmrer ............,...Boys,Treasurer Repreyenfative lo Slurfen! Council .....,,.............,....f711'vi.rer

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JUNE CLASS HISTORY By ELAINE HOl.DER I It was the year of '41, Our high school days were then begun. We were a bunch of frightened rats Without a place to hang our hats. Into that large school house we went, To our homerooms we, first, were sent. Our schedule cards before us layg About the halls we all did stray. Soon everything became more calm, And we were not filled with alarm. Bob Parker became our President, Of Room 211 was a resident. The football games were a big thrill, We yelled and yelled with right good will. Then came those awful things! Exams! We worked and worked-how we did cram! And what a joy-yes, we passed! We were Educated Rats, at last. In the month of March, we were amazed When our dear school with fire did blaze! Out we marched, the streets did fill, just as if it were a drill. The plays and concerts we enjoyed Until our A. A. stamps were void. II I When we were Silly Sophomores, Our Wilson football team made scores. That year Pat Barham was our choice, When votes for president we did voice. In January, '43 Our land's First Lady we did see. The operetta was a treat As our musicians we did greet. A look at seniors made us say, Oh, we'll be glad on Baby Day. And so we closed our second year With dreams of upper classes near. III Our Junior year we'll ne'er forget When fascinating work we met. We all began to stand up straight, For Posture' Week was at our gate. We wished to guard our yellow tag, So of good posture we could brag. This was sponsored gladly by The Athletic Board and Girls' Hi-Y.