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

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F. Duane Lamkin Coach Wild prompts Mrs. Mrs. Nancy S. Brownlee Mrs. Margaret Clayton Science Byrd on the next chess move Guidance Clerk Office Clerk University of Virginia Kees Secretarial School WILSON HIGH SCHOOL 1955-56 Miss Kay Saunders Coaches Lewis and Thompson Office Clerk sweat it out on the bench Mr. W. L. Carter Engineer Mrs. Catherine Trant Cafeteria Mrs. Frances B. Butt Cafeteria Mrs. Early Mills Cafeteria Mrs. Novella Howell Library Clerk

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Mrs. Marijaret Sykes Ensjlish Flora McDonald Co!le ;e, Columbia Mr. Dragseth demonstrates fine point in metal shop Mr. Wilbur P. Thompson Physical Education, Coach Eastern Carolina College FACULTY OF WOODROW Miss Katherine Tirnberlake History Longwood College Mr. Ernest A. Wild Athletic Director, Driver Training, Corrective Gym Adrian College Miss Audrey Vincent English, Latin Randolph Macon Women’s College Miss Lois T. William History, Governme nt Longwood Mrs. Gertrude Waldron History U. of Cincinnati, U. of Richmond Miss Georgiana C. Woodhouse Commercial, Dramatics Mary Washington College Mr. Harry W. White Physics, Electric Shop William and Mary Miss Katherine Woodward Spanish Vanderbilt University, Stanford University

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JUNE CLASS HISTORY Memories! Memories! Remember our first year at Portsmouth’s fore- most school, Woodrow Wilson? Upon entering the strange building, we were invaded by Student Coun- cil members who were more than glad to point the way to the Auditorium with an attitude of complete authority. We were the lowest form of human ex- istence. Yes, you guessed it — 8th graders. That was the year when the horrid third lunch half came into effect, and we ended up eating so early that it w ' as like having a second breakfast. Do you recall our first exams which left us com- pletely brainwashed and exhausted! After we were completely initiated into high school life as 8th graders, we really got up in the world by becoming Freshmen. To the majority of boys it meant trying out for sports and at least mak- ing the team, even if it was just sitting on the bench; and to the girls it meant having their first crush on a mighty senior. Think of those four year schedules that we made out; some of us felt as if we were signing our lives away due to the new’ and strange subjects. . . , • • 11 At last we were invited to join various clubs. Then we really felt as if we were a part of Wilson. That first football game w ' as something that none of us will ever forget. Remember sitting in the stands in 30 degree weather and yelling so long and hard that we couldn’t speak on Saturday morn- ing? In our Sophomore year, due to the fact that our studies were getting harder, we had to put our noses to the grindstone and really buckle dowm and study more than ever. That was the year the girls had the opportunity to trj out for the J. V. Cheer- leading Squad. But alas! Only ten lucky girls made it. Also, the new report cards came out carrying the ever important exam grades. What a thrill and honor it was being able to run for student council. How hard w ' e w ' orked, and how ' proud w ' e were when Dennis McMurran was elected Vice-President. Goodness, only one year to go at the old Wilson High. That year was really V-I-C-T-O-R-Y year. We had the State Champion football team. Eastern District basketball winner. State Champion public speaker and an award winning annual. The Junior Class officers were really select: Bob White, president; Gloria Mercer, secretary; Buck Dodson, vice-president; Barbara Turner, girls treas- urer; Sonny Mathias, boys’ treasurer; and Joan Tur- ner, representative. Remember how we all worked like mad putting together our Junior Class Minstrel? As the deadline drew near, the jangled nerves could be heard through- out the halls. Confusion prevailed as each in turn bravely smeared grease-paint far and wide. As the curtain went up and a hush fell upon the audience, the Show ' ” was finally on its way. With its successful climax, the Junior Class abund- antly filled its coffers, but promptly and happily paid it all out on our elaborate and unique Jr.-Sr. Can we ever forget the long hours of hard work that were necessary to make such a dance possible? Finally, the most exciting and important part of our high school career was upon us. We were the elite; grand and glorious Seniors, or so we thought. To a stranger w ' atching from the sidelines no dif- ference could be distinguished between ourselves and Freshmen as we all tried desperately to read those crazy maps. We were all overcome by the vast spaciousness of the new building, and one would often wish for roller skates as he hurried to a distant class. Yet we w ' ere proud to be pioneers in our new school, and the first class to graduate. At the start of the year there was the annual mad rush to the faithful Tribble Studio to have Sen- ior class pictures made. Then there was the ordering of calling cards, additional announcements to be made, and the inevitable 8:30 A.M. Senior class meetings. As our project to insure a pleasant graduation, W ' e again undertook the task of putting on a show, our Christmas Fantasy. Under overwhelming handi- caps due to the new auditorium, we produced what we thought W ' as a clever and professional musicale. Baby Day w ' as ushered in accompanied by the childish shouts of glee as we romped about the halls of school. Then came the time when all the would be dramatic stars had their final chance to succeed on the high school stage. As the senior play drew near, the feverish preparations and anxiety which prevailed could easily be seen as the talented walked about the halls in a daze, trying to memorize their lines. The senior class banquet was the next step to- wards the completion of the school year, and the en- tire class enjoyed it immensely. Next came the junior senior prom, and this time we w ' ere on the receiving end of the festivities; the juniors, as expected, made very gracious hosts. At last, the long awaited moment was here — graduation! Solemnly we walked across the immense stage to receive our diplomas bound in blue and orange ribbon. We remain forever the Senior class of June ’56. Joyce Blanchard Shelby Davis Barbara Jones Sarah Hudgins —18—