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||H. St. John
After a short vacation of
uncertainties from old Junior High, we shook hands with ourselves as
Freshmen of V.H.S.
On the morning of September 14, in the year of our Lord
one thousand nine hundred and twenty-five, there were a number of
beings--ninety, to be exact--who entered the Freshman class and on the
pure white virgin paper of time, seized the soulless pen to stamp our
names in fame and glory. But in less than five minutes after our
entrance we began to realize our insignificance, and since that time this
fact has been constantly before us. We are still realizing it.
With a suddenness that took our breath, we became cogs in the machine and
under Mr. Mott's iron maxims, "Grasp the Fundamentals," and the "Law is
Supreme," we were quickly initiated into the secrets of high school.
The outstanding occurrences of the early part of our
Freshman year was spent cheering the football boys to victory. We
had just received our welcome into V.H.S., and felt very proud while we
stood on the sidelines, helping to win the games.
The reminder of our first year was spent in hard work.
On this lap many of us failed, some by close margins, others hopelessly.
Though the youngest in school we were well represented
in football, basketball, baseball and other athletic sports.
And now, we think our class is a model and are proud
that we have developed into honest, hard working pupils, not exceeded in
dignity by the most supercilious Senior.
We would rather be First Year than anything else, but I
suppose if the Faculty wants us to go up in June, we will do so.
Seth Boon, Historian