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

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4B Class History—Continued In the chemistry classes, Students studied emulsions and suspension, While the Coalhtion Party Held the Presidential Convention. After a very Uneventful summer, A census showed We had grown much dumber. Dick Esleeck, an alumnus Of the Alma Mater, Came back to coach football, And produce a first rater. Six wins and three loses, Our best record in years, Old Maury High School Went down in tears. What a surprise! An unexpected gift, Brand new uniforms Sure gave our band a lift. Of course there was Christmas, With classrooms bare, Students skipped classes Without a care. We started our senior year With intentions to study, But two weeks in physics Made our minds pretty muddy. Then came Baby Day, Feature of the spring, Boys in short pants, And girls in ? Buck Clayton, a three letterman, Captained the baseball nine, Shortstop Bill Smith Played mighty fine. I needn’t mention The Junior-Senior Prom You can see the picture In this book anytime. Exams we passed, We could not fail, To repeat the grade Would be worse than jail. During the summer, The war was won, The world was at peace, Except at Wilson. I could name our class officers, It’s a terrible grind, You can see I’m stuck, Can’t think of a rhyme. Our football team was swell, It really was a pip, Had it not been for Granby, They’ed have won State Championship. Five brother seniors Played their last games, Smith, Wyatt, Johnson, Andrews, And Clayton are their names. Our school days were ending, We had many dues, Annual pictures, college applications, And don’t forget class dues. My history is ended, If I’ve left you out, Please ignore it, And be a good scout. By Mitton Fiver, [PARKER ) JHAREER, “S TALKER, ard Note : ' Veokutn’ Wyatt — 455 ee aii STATE | yaa

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- Rt ce decutre | MRS. F.D RoW WATE Zz! {| RS : y = w ia 4B Class History “Twas a bleak winter morning, The world was at war, We came to dear Wilson, Bay WW Tel, IP, alle: A group of gay freshmen, The lowest of rats, To the upper classmen We tipped our hats. One afternoon The firebells rang, School’s on fire! Who gives a hang. The fire was put out In orderly procession, We went back inside To finish the “‘lesson.”’ After a long summer vacation, We went back in September, Elementary algebra, We could not remember. Our studies we resumed In great dismay, The gov’t decided, “Gym everyday.” Further precautions Against air raid, “Tis better to be alive, lhvanedard deus Sophomores “At Last, An appropriate tune, To the torture of Freshmen We were now immune. Uncle Sam told us To dig a little deeper, We did what he said, And bought 29 jeep—er. Mrs. Roosevelt, our first lady, We did view, Her familiar face How well we knew. Vacation again, Too quick it did go, Came back to school happy, You know that’s not so. Football thrillers Throughout the fall, But Buck Child’s death Was mourned by all. Howard Warren’s doodling Became very famous, For The Student he drew, And gained much “‘acclamious.”’ The bells were out of order, Students loitered in the hall, A bugler was selected To render nine o'clock call. Exams came around With all the commotion, Proud juniors now, We won our promotion. Some of us were excused From school to gaze, On the Carrier Shangri-La, As it slid down the ways. In our seats, We could not sag, For fear that someone Would take our posture tag.

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MaArItyn BLow CLASS SONG (Time: Canis becimtonlem Yong) It’s time for us to leave, We hate to say goodbye For we’ve enjoyed it here At Wilson High. All our friends and teachers Who’ve been so nice and kind, It’s hard to go and leave them Here behind. We pretend to be so happy And glad to get away, But in our hearts we really know That we would like to stay. We've had fun in activities In which we’ve taken part And so to Wilson High We leave our heart. By Marityn Buiow.