A L Brown High School - Albrokan Yearbook (Kannapolis, NC)

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Wjo Xlorvear linillUII nill ' UikfiiiliiilliiiniiiiiiiJiifcjiMiiiiiij ' nfJiiiiiaiiiiPiH I spent the night with “Dot.” When night came we decided to go to the theatre. After turning a few corners on the trolly, we found ourselves entering one of the large theatres on Broadway. At once we were in the dark. “The lights must be out.” “Of course, always,” said “Dot.” Then I read a few lines on the screen, it was the cast of characters. I knew Miss Dawson had talked about the cast of characters in Macbeth. Surely it was going to be Macbeth, but that wasn’t the name of the play. So I convinced myself that all plays had a cast of characters and “Dot” agreed. The name of the picture was, “Just Sally,” Shelby Bost was playing the part of Sally. I didn’t gasp when I read who the directress was. I thought it, but now I knew it. Hilda Garlinghouse had won her way from directing the minstrel of ’26 to a directress in the movie world. When we returned, we were talking about our high school days, when I took notice of a little blue poem book lying beside me. “That is the latest edition of Idelle’s poems. She has won fame writing love and humorous poems.” And then I read the name of the author, “Katherine Idelle Collins.” Idelle was always writing poems in school, to make us laugh. “Dot,” like all the rest owned a radio too. So we “tuned in” to find out what we could hear. People are not living so fast after all for the first thing on the program was a solo by Rosalie Gillon, “I Love You Truly Dear.” How well we remember this favorite selection of Rosalie’s, which she sang at the Junion-Senior Banquet in ’25. I knew I wasn’t dreaming. It was Mary Graeber singing a Japanese solo. Mary first learned how when she played in “Cherry Blossom.” After a few moments of recreation, the next number was announced a tragedy, “Life in High School.” Edith Sims and her Ford and Sloan Mitchem and his books, were the characters of the play. It was very interesting, but like ail tragedies it had a happy ending. Edith and Sloan, as usual acted their parts to the best of their ability. Next we turned a little round instrument on the radio, and Station KDKA responded with familiar voices, it was Ovella Overcash, Mary Kathryn Sechler, and Altha McCombs relating their experiences of the day before. They hadn’t forgotten how since we were in high school. They had become entertainers of the world. An announcement of a prize was the next thing on the program, Miss Harriet Orr, famous dancer, won the prize in the Charleston contest. To break the monotony, the next item was a lecture by Miss Flora Mae Gold- ston, her topic was “At What Age Should A Man Get Married?” It was very in- teresting to the listeners-in. A word from Misses Eula Gray and Milly Goodnight, world known sports, announced the opening of their new studio giving a course in perpetual movement. Twenty-seven

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Senior Class Prophecy Though my journey has been a long one, everybody has proved to be friendly strangers. I wanted to return to America and once again to North Carolina. I would be content. Yet there were many interesting things in Europe and the people were unusually friendly. Still I longed to be back among my cheerful classmates of ’26. At last I was in Breast, France, ready to tell everyone goodbye. The day I left, the sun wasn’t shining, but the patter, patter of the rain on the deck made one more homesick than ever. On the third day the clouds had vanished and the sun shone brightly. And as I stood on the deck gazing out over the waters, the breeze seemed to bring a sweet message to me. Turning around I was confronted with a very familiar looking person. At a second glance I knew it was Roy Rollins. He was captain of the ship instead of chauffering his Ford as he had done in High School days. A cheerful smile covered his face when I asked him if he had seen any of our classmates lately. Then he informed me that Eugene Funderburk had come over on the same ship 1 was going back on, and if I had only looked probably I would have seen him. Only a glimpse of his hair would tell me he was a stranger anti not a Frenchman. “Gene,” he said was on his way to Greece to study the origin of geometry. Then Roy told me just before he left New York, he was off for a few minutes and decided to get in his Ford and ride over to one of the nearby parks. While there he discovered that Clement Smith was a physical director of the park. Although I got to see Roy several times before we reached New York I did not get to talk to him long at a time. While walking down one of the streets of New York not knowing whether it had a name or not, a sign on a window gave me an appetite and as I caught sight of the name of the proprietress, “Harris Lunch and Tea Room,” I opened the door and walked in. Who could it be? Nobody but Sadie. After a short greeting, I exclaimed, “I thought you and ‘Gene’ were married.” Not to my surprise she said, “we are,” and that she w as running the tea room alone, while “Gene” was in Greece, but when he returned, there would be a tea room for sale. While I was eating my lunch, I observed a very attractive studio. I soon dis- covered by the display in the window that it was an artists’ studio. Being a lover of pictures. I ventured across the street to take a peep at the pictures. On the lower corner of one cf the beautiful pictures was this signature, D.L.A. I knew it must be my old chum Dorothy Antley. I thought I would make an exploit of the inside and see if I was right. Sure enough there was “Dot,” painting a picture from life. On the table sat a little dog with his back towards her. She was having trouble about just where to paint his tail because he wouldn’t held it still.

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to all the The last announcement fcr the night and I will say Goodnight radio fans. Miss Alma Durham, of the Carolina Stage Society, will stage a play at Glass, North Carolina, February the 31st. A kind little maid appeared before us, with the evening paper and a cup of tea. Turning my paper over, this is what I read: “Miss Williene Smith, head nurse of John Hopkins Hospital, becomes the bride of Dr. M .” Reading on I came to a stop. This is it! The Kindergarten of 134 West Bronx, New York, announces the arrival of the new supervisor of the kindergarten, Miss Mildred Parker, of Kannapolis, North Carolina. Miss Parker has the ability to win the hearts of the little ones, and success is sure. Never once in my life have I seen so many announcements. World-wide Interior Decorator, Miss Mary Lee Hill, will be in Kannapolis to observe the interior decoration rf the High School library and auditorium. Wonder why? I just decided to read about the world and what all was hap- pening, when I spied a name that I knew must be Margie Winecoff’s. Margie was in court sueing for a divorce on the basis that she was tired of living with her present husband and wanted to change to break the monotony of seeing the same face every day. Of course I would read the advertisements. Not being so much surprised as some might have been. Then I read that “The World Known Museum,” of Landis, North Carolina, had changed owners. Mr. Edgar Davis, the new proprietor. Mr. Davis has a large collection of June bugs and fish worms and many other interesting animals to enter into his museum. Folding up my paper, I was about to lay it aside, when I read, “Just Returned from Paris, Mme. Sue Maulden. Having completed her course in Parisian styles Mine. Maulden will take up her work in the near future at Concord, North Carolina.” Laying my paper aside I was inclosed in dreams and as silence reigned over the night, the soft breezes chased my memories away. But there was still a vivid memory of the class of ’26. Gladys Goodnight- ’26, Prophetess. T JL Twenty-eight