Atkins High School - Maroon and Gold Yearbook (Winston Salem, NC)

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MAROON AND GOLD Q Wm, ranked second on the honor roll. To our delight the Student Council was or- ganized and put in operation during thc latter part of our second year. We con- sidered it a great honor to have two rep- resentatives sent to the Council. The starring of Wilma Singletary in, My Ir- ish Rose, which was a huge success, made us all proud. Each year our little boat was advanc- ing, nearing its destination. Our junior year was perhaps the happiest one spent in High School. We succeeded in elect- ing Galatia Cunningham as president of the Student Body over two senior can- didates. Those students who had main- tained Uexcellency of scholarship, ex- cellency of service and excellency of character were admitted to the Crown and Sceptre Club, the only scholarship club on the campus. On April 7, 1931 the Columbian Heights High School was transferred to Atkins High School. Perhaps the hap- piest moments in all our high school ca- reers were those in which we admired and gazed upon our beautiful new build- ing. Then one beautiful night in Iune, we entertained the Seniors, in the gymnasium of the school. The next day, we could hear whispers among the seniors, what a wonderful social. The winds and tides that had tossed us seemed to cease: we were about ready to anchor off shore of the little stream that we had sailed down for years. Seniors, the very word thrilled us: at last to be seniors after many years of striving. We immediately elected Bennie Lee Williams to lead us. Activity Period. which was created during our senior year increased our dignity. Every senior belonged to some extra-curricular activity. We were also successful in putting over the Athletic Drive. The Dramatic ability of Velma Iones. Wilma Singletary, Lois Russell, Sarah Phelps, Florice Hairston, Elmer Gilliam. Lula Harris and Eleanor Pitts in the New Co-Ed and El Bandido added other stars to Atkins Crown. Samuel Cook, Selmer Gwyn, Lester Speas, Elmer Gilliam, Charles Archie and Lafayette Cook representated us in Athletics. Our lirst step in life had been made and the very birds seemed to chirp it. Again the loud gong of the bell sounded and asl turned to leave the tower, I whispered, Beautiful, Beautiful are thy works, O God. -Eleanor Pitts, Historian PAGE 28

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C MAROON AND GOLD O HISTORY CLASS OF 1uNE 1932 The bell gonged: the last step had been climbed. I stood at the tower window gazing out over the river, with its im- penetrable forest background, that sur- rounded the tower on all sides. Night began to slowly close her mystic cur- tains: the sun sank beneath the rim of the western horizon, leaving a purplc glow of shadowy beauty upon the land- scape, rapidly it blackened under the veil of night: All nature became still--stiller than death itself. Iust a hushed silencc so poignant that the very stillness seemed depressing. The beautiful, mellow toned birds had hushed their songs: the rust- ling of the leaves had ceased: the lapping of the water against the moss covered banks seemed whispering tender words of unceasing love to the silver fish that darted hither and yon beneath its mirror like surface.-There was no sound ex- cept this soft music of the lapping water as a beautiful fairy like craft came glid- ing lazily over the waves.-Up above the stars brightened and, slowly-softly-one by one, covered the heavens. Long hours I stood and watched. How long, only God can say. Each night for four long years I had stood and watched this little boat sailing along on its apparently endless voyage. The adverse winds and tides had tossed it and beaten madly against its sides: still on it came, slowly but with all determi- nation as if in spite of all its difficulties it would someday reach its goal. And even as I stood and watched through eyes that grew dim and faint, the sky suddenly began to take on the coloring of a pale bluish mist: the great golden aurora ap- peared over the rim of the water and drunk up the mist of the dawning day as a thirsty doe slacks his thirst at some cool brookside. The curtain of night swiftly ascended and dawning day paint- ed its iridescent colors upon the waters. The river sparkled and shone brightly. Below on its banks, happy voiced child- ren began to play. Above rose the sun, bright gold. Fatigue grasped firm hold upon me, yet I continued to stare and fin- ally my head sank forward upon the tow- er window. Still no sleep came to my weary eyes. Every pulse within me seemed to respond to the slow motion of the stern little craft that had pulsed across the waters for so many days head- ed for the shore. And as I lay forward against the tow- er window, my eyes closed and our few tribulations and many joys passed in re- view before me. The expedition in which I had played a part returned plain- ly before me: old friends, old enemies, old toils and pleasures ran bitter-sweet through my memory, as I saw the little boat finally anchor upon the shore. I thought of the day, many years be- fore when for the first time we started sailing up this same river, one hundred and fifty-three children, enchanted by finding a new paradise, high school. Mr. I. A. Carter, our principal, who has so wonderfully guided us through these four years was also new. Our first year passed swiftly. We played an active part in helping put over the Library Drive. As Freshmen we soon learned the art of selling and boost- ing the Columbian our school paper and ranked fourth in the sale of the paper. The second year was dull, yet interest- ing. Although green as far as extra- curricular activities were concerned, we PAGE 27

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C My MAPOCN AND GOLD O PROPHECY Class of june 1932 Listen, O ye men and women, youths and maidens, and little children! Listen to the words of wisdom from the lips of the prophet, who now speaketh unto you what hath been revealed unto her, even as it hath been decreed by the powers that be. For it has come to pass, that the veil of the future hath been rent in twain, even as it was in twain in the days of the wise prophets of old, and the spirit of prophecy hath descended from the spheres to envelope my soul with her mystic power, Aye, I say unto you, men and women, youths and maidens and lit- tle children, it hath been given unto me as the chosen one of this great and good people, the class of 1932, to dream strange dreams and to see strange visions of the glories of the years yet to be. As I cried in protest at being a prophet, a voice spoke and said, Look! Listen! Prophesy unto the young women and men of the class of 1932 even these things which you here in behold. So even as St. Iohn the divine, said unto the world, so I, your prophet of the class of 1932, do say unto you, in the twentieth century. Blessed be the one that readeth and they that hear the words of this pro- phecy, and keep those things which are written therein, for the time is at hand. For as I looked into the land of the future I discern moving among the dim shadows of the people yet to be, the familiar shapes of those fair and radiant beings who were once my classmates, now changed and transformed to the citizens of the world outside even as they long hoped to be. And it came to pass that the veil before mine eyes grew yet more and more thin through the intensity of my vision and behold I could see them, even as if the intervening years were not at all. I see our beloved President, Bennie Lee Williams, yea even as the president of one of our biggest Insurance Compan- ies. I behold a Professor in a college class- room. I look very hard and I recognize the face of Professor Cyrus Matthews. Miss Eleanor Pitts has taken Mrs. Charlotte Hawkins Brown's place as head of a fine colored school for girls. Miss Lois Russell is a dramatic teacher in one of the biggest colleges. Miss Wilma Singletary and Mr. Elmer Gilliam are starring on Broadway in the Youth of l996 . Mr. Walter Lucas and Mr. Lafayette Cook are our leading local attorneys. Miss Eula Blakney is in Social Service work and showing her dramatic ability by presenting readings from Negro Lit- erature. Miss Edith Williams is now at the or- gan of one of the largest churches in England. I see Miss Etolia Iohnson is not on the warpath , but is a successful beauty cul- turist. We have several other beauty cul- turists. They are Mesdames Sides, Gen- eler Gray, and Ella Belle Vaughn. Miss Charlotte Ballentine is head of a school for trained nurses. Her co-work- ers are Emily Litaker, Ianie Pickens and Ethelyne Lewis. Misses Virginia Orr, Evelyn Green, Mary Robinson, Frances Pickard and PAGE 29