Woodrow Wilson High School Alumni "Class of 1945"

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 lay;

About the haIls 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.

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.

Tn 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.

We all skipped school to see one day

The Shangri-La slip down the way.

That year's class President was Pat

The next at the Council's head he sat.

Then came the Coalition Convention,

And all of us got lots of attention.

We were so happy that spring day,

Our Junior-Senior was so gay.

To bring our third year to a close

As Dignified Seniors, we arose.

Our last year started with a hang,

As the hurricane around about us sang.

Coach Esleeck had a winning team,

And they beat Maury at high steam.

And we were all so proud at last

When our new dressed Band strutted past.

A gay masked dance at Hallowe'en

Where the costumes were the best we'd seen.

Then came Christmas, bright and fair,

Left were our classrooms, cold and bare.

Gifts and dances we enjoyed,

Of Latin and Math our brains were void.

Examinations came along next.

To study much harder was our text.

Now the spring term did appear

With thoughts of graduation near;

Of Baby Day, of music treats,

Of work and play, of athletic feats,

Of Senior Prom, and caps and gowns,

Of school routines~of ups and downs.

Long will remain in our memories

The names of these~our celebrities:

To Edna Earle Waters~thanks we raise,

For the '45 President speaks her praise.

To Miss Mary Rice, we humbly say

"Thanks for helping us along our way.

We'll ne'er forget Doris Anne Walker,

For did she not give us our "Hi Sparker?"

There are more names we'd like to mention

If we had the space we'd give them attention.

To Mr. Sweeney, best wishes and thanks.

To Mr. Mapp, who joined our ranks,

When in '41 with us he came,

We wish good luck and lots of fame.

Adieu to all at Wilson High!

Although we hate to say good~bye!

Our days at school have brought us joy

To each of us, each girl and boy.

"So may good luck to all arnve,"

Says the Senior Class of '45.

(To the tune of "I'll Be Seeing You")

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 he true

To our colors, Orange and Blue,

We sigh-Farewell to you.

By CORKY HARVEY and BUDDY VAUGHAN.

The Class Roster and pictures are as represented in the Woodrow Wilson High School, Portsmouth, Virginia yearbook or annual of the year indicated on the page. The Roster may not be complete and pictures and names may have been removed by request of the person involved. Also, it does not officially indicate the year of graduation and/or that the party in question graduated. If you are not represented in your class, you will be added to the last page of the year and you may submit a photo to be added. All information on these pages came from the yearbook represented and alumni who have passed on information and may NOT be accurate John “Eddie” Lee ’68.