Dunbar High School - Liber Anni Yearbook (Washington, DC)

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re AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACT AAAS eA aa eee are eTeleere ere of an elementary school rather than a high school; but in most instances the un- dergrads are a hardworking, brainy lot. The activities of the school up to the present date have been numerous. We began the first semester with a luncheon, all eats being contributed by the students. Each class had its tables, and each sought to raise more money than the other. This luncheon was held for the benefit of the “Athletic Association.” This year also saw the establishment of our newspaper “The Observer,” the suc- cessor of the “Ledger.” While doing all this writing, I have entirely ignored an exceedingly noteworthy branch of our school, the dramatic department, under the supervision of Miss Burrill. This department has ofttimes presented meritorious plays, since we’ve been students here. The dramatic class has shown some real talent in their presentations. Their latest successes were achieved through the performance of three original one-act plays, which Miss Burrill presented a few weeks ago. These plays were based upon Negro Life. The dramatic department will present a play, “Quality Street,” by J. M. Barrie, soon. We have two senior clubs, “The Rex Club” for senior boys and “The Fleur-de-lis,” which is made up of senior girls. Each club has as its insignia a pin. Each boy usually gives his pin to his best girl friend, and each girl gives hers to her best boy friend. This makes it quite interesting to be a “Rex” member, or a “Fleur-de-Lis” member as the case may be. Each year the “Fleur-de-Lis” girls have a dance during the Christmas holidays, and they invite their eager friends. The “Rex” boys gave their dance during the Easter holidays, and, boy, it was good. We had the popular Collegiate Troubadors to jazz for us. This is an orchestra usually hired by the young high school and college students to play for their proms. In this case our dance was all too abrupt. How time flies! We'll soon be having the Junior-Senior reception, an annual affair given in honor of the departing seniors. Later, comes “Class Night.” A Greek Pa- geant has been planned for this night. Then comes graduation, after which we'll be seeing Dunbar only in our dreams. Well, so long, old top. Be sure to come down for graduation. Your pal, , RayMonpD TYLER. a [AN

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I See eee econ oan tls Mary aL Orr two of our music teachers, have brought a © our school. During a fifteen minute period, spent in the as- eembly hall after each lunch period, we often indulge in singing vaxiGus songs, or lis- oe paws or instrumental solos rendered by students. Mr. Grant and Miss ia aoe ic Ei the Negro spirituals, and they are made a great te eels ee ee SF on eval. Armstrong. Technical High School, Dill MARR SER ID ceaR ance as school year, namely, “The Annual Competitive ong. Armstrong has been Dunbar’s friendly enemy in all interscholastic contests ever since the beginning of the two schools, I suppose. We have fought Armstrong on the Reo ae oe ee oe aes and in aie pool for supremacy in athletics. We have friendly relations t wad : Feats oe a a tat oot reed RS “SUB: Gosek ised a at each other. The bitterest struggle of all is The Annual n £ uring my second year at Dunbar I was a member of Company F, Tae the command of Captain Mitchell. Dunbar had five companes and Armstrong ad five, i The drill was held in June on a bright, sunshiny day, and we boys felt rather warm in the close fitting, woolen uniforms. The park was gay with the colors of Dunbar and of Armstrong floating in the breeze. A cheerful mass of humans about twenty thousand strong crowded the park to see us “do our stuff.” It was a most inspiring sight; and all the fair maidens were there, too, to cheer us on. After all the companies had performed, that heartbreaking adjutant walked to the judges. After we had sweltered in the sun for a time which seemed hours, the adju- tant finally awarded places. Company F lost, and we were certainly sad cadets. But we claimed fourth place, as did every other company that did not place—first, second, or third. To appease our disgust and broken spirit we said; “Oh well, any- how, Dunbar won,” for Company B had brought the flag back to dear old Dunbar. Other good things which made us forget were: a rousing assembly at which Arm- strong congratulated us before the whole school, following the custom of good sportsmanship, and a big dance that afternoon. A few weeks later we were off for our summer vacation. Our third year in Dunbar was not very different from our former years, except that we made new resolutions to work harder than ever. To the general activities of the school was added an Honor Society, a branch of a national organization, which embraces only schools of first class rating. To be eli- gible to membership in this organization one must be a senior and must have received sixteen E’s of the thirty maior marks, and obtained not less than F in the others. The students who are members of this society have gained the highest honor Dunbar has to offer. maviottisr interesting event which has been inaugurated is the National Oratorical Contest. Only subjects from American History are permitted for discussion. This contest is sponsored by a group of newspapers with the view of making American His- tory more generally known by getting ee rie erage tans in es ee oat ee i udy of it. “The Evening Star” o is city sponsore: e contest here, pea cecal na ee, were given as prizes for the winners. Miss Lillian Washington was the first to win among the contestants in our school. She was a graduate of the class of ’24. Robert Weaver won this year for pea we to be an annual i ill have a chance to show their ability as orators. ptt ae aie fourth year at Dunbar, Bob! You don’t realize how jubilant it makes one feel to be a senior, at last. When a fellow becomes a senior he assumes an air of dignity and tries to be a sort of guardian and example for the other BEES! The freshmen and sophs seem so youthful that the school takes on the appearance

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The Junior finds himself again, The Senior peeps around the bend. And never more true wisdom find. Now as we part from Dunbar’s gate, Let’s take a thought of others’ fate; The star that Jed us on our way Wants followers true, both night and day. So though with heavy hearts we tell Our Alma Mater dear, “Farewell,” We know the class of “Twenty-five” Must live, and love, and work, and strive. FLORENCE JACKSON Ys We now must wend alone our way As dawns for us another day. Must we follow still the star That led us to you, Dunbar, That Jed us to learning’s gate, And helped to weave for us our fate? Here within thy walls, dear school, We have followed wisdom’s rule. Here mid friends and teachers all Have we hark’d to duty’s call; In work and play spent happy years. Without a thought of life’s hard cares. The Freshman romps in joy unbound, The Sophomore scatters wit around, 5 Around the bend, around the hedge Of Dunbar's store of clear knowledge, From which is fed the hungry mind Eager wisdom’s truth to find. 'The sky above that bend is clear . No cloud can menace with a fear, The fear that one may drop behind,