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

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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,

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RIBSSR EERE ERS aenea TACTIC A Glimpse into the Future N MY LAST BIRTHDAY T-received among my other gifts a very uniaue one in the form of a huge crystal ball. This crystal was said to have come from India, where it had been in the possession of a high priest. I had never believed in the powers of this ball, but one evening while thinking of the ap- proaching graduation, something told me to try to discover what my class mates would be in years to come, I rummaged among my treasures and found the ball. After gazing at it for » long time, IT saw an old man turning the pages of a book. This antedeluvian disappeared, and in his place I perceived a stage slowly descending until it became fixed. Then a white-robed figure came slowly on the stage. Who was he—and what was the meaning of the signboard to the left with the word, “Destiny,” upon it? It suddenly dawned upon my mind that this was the “Theatre of Life,” and that the old man was Father Time, whose duty was to change the scenes. First 9 group of chorus girls appeared on the stage. Looking intently at the leading lady, I recognized her as Julia Davis. Her associates were Ruth Pinkett, Genevieve Francis, Annabelle Thornton, Annice Grey, Bernice McDonald, Louise Harry, Isadore Coates, Pearl Tate, and Edith Williams. The next scene was a cabaret act. The entertainer was Henrietta Williams. Among the college youths and maidens seated at the tables were Hilda Webb and Webster Brown, Lula Jackson and Fred Petite, Alice Grant and Charles Miles, Wilhelmina White and Robert Syphax. The latter were noisy and conspicuous. While the enjoyment was at its height, and while I was gazing astonished at my old classmates, I saw the door open; and a tall, lank lady entered attired in a dark and sombre costume. She had ascended a chair and was delivering a lecture on conduct to her audience when I discovered that she was Inez Nicholas. Genevieve Clore, followed by her meek hus- band, Henry Liggons, entered next, accompanied by Catherine Ellis. I was becoming al interested in this act when Father Time approached, and the scene changed to a large, fashionable church, The quiet and solemn priest was ascending the pulpit. I looked,—and looked again. Surely this conld not be Collins George, who was once the life of the class. It was no other. In the audience I perceived Vanny Jenifer, gossipping with Melba Freeman; Berenice Branham, praying devoutly; and there were present also Lydia Budd, Er- nestine Williams. and Evangeline Perry. In the choir were John Payne, Enid Cooke, Robert Weaver, Viana James, and Tasco Stewart. The wonderful music produced by the organist. Lottie Hunter, enchanted me. Looking out of the window I saw the sex- ton, Otis Boyd. when suddenly— The scene shifted to a suburban district, the home of newlyweds. Her in the newly constructed bungalows were to be seen such couples as Mr. and Mrs. Maryin Carpenter, Mr. and Mrs. Lenoir Cook. Mr, and Mrs. Harold Lewis, and Mr, and Mrs, Webster brown, The next scene was a country school, the principal of which was Charles Hol land, Lujla Mundy was instructing a class in English, when to her dismay the supervisor, Beatrice Walker, appeared with two visitors, Ruth Lewis and Wilhelmina White, The former delivered a speech on “The Evils of Laughter and Discourtesy” and the latter spoke on “Why We Should Not use Powder and Rouge.” ; Next I saw a dentist’s office, where the dentist was trying to persuade his patient to have a tooth extracted. The dentist was Robert Weaver, and his patient was Doro- In the same district there was a newspaper office. At the desks were seated ciate editors, Robert Jackson, Olga Mamil- ton, Edith Peters, Dorothy Rhodes, and Bessie Lee, all of that famous class in Journalism, The next scene was in a Parisian modiste’s shop. The chie proprietress was Flava Lan- ders, assisted by Amy Orme and Olive Lacey. The business manager was James Tyson, While they were discussing new gowns, a customer entered. It proved to be Gladys thy Page, the editor-in-chief, Harold Lewis, and his Moore, once a fashion-plate of Dunbar. The final scene faded—the curtain fell, and fallen while gazing into my magic erystal ball. e Phar anna oa rRNA TIT T TTT IITTTeIIea I awoke from the trance into which IT had