Benson High School - Tatler Yearbook (Benson, NC)

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Class History I T was in the year of our Lord 1922 that the history of our c-lass began. In that memorable year the present senior class began the long and tedious journey to the goal of graduation. On entering high school and finding ourselves face to face with Latin and Science, we at once banished the idea that high school was the “seventh Heaven” we had heretofor pictured. After the first few months of untold agony caused by disappointments, we sank into uneventful obscurity until one bright May morning in the spring of ’23. We received the glad tidings that we were no longer Freshmen, but were to enter the ethereal kingdom called “Soplidom.” Accordingly in the fall of ’23, we entered the kingly realm of Sophomores. That year we were fortunate in securing as adviser, Miss Hessie Boger, a teacher who served us patiently and untiringly throughout the next three years. That year we organized our class as follows: Pearl Reaves, President; Mabel Hodges, Yic-e President; and Golda Langdon, Secretary and Treasurer. To our dismay we soon discovered that even the learned Sophs had their trials. Our most indomitable foes were Caesar and Algebra. However, fortune favored us, and we emerged victorious to enter the thrilling career of Juniors in the fall of ’24. That year proved to be a conspicuous one. We launched forth with the follow- ing officers in charge: Lucian Peacock, President; Marshall Woodall, Vice President; Mary Benson, Secretary; Dorothy Lee, Treasurer. The most note- worthy event during the year was the Junior- Senior banquet. Again we en- countered our old enemy Algebra, in company with two very aristocratic foreigners who bore the names, Cicero and Chardenal. These were finally conquered, and we were allowed to enter the realm of “dignified Seniors.” This year was the last turning point in our high school career. To our left was a broad flower-strewn avenue, toward which a jewelled hand pointed, and by which this sign stood: “An Easy Road to Ignorance.” To our right lay a rugged, stony path toward which a gnarled hand pointed, and by which this sign stood: “A Thorny Path, But at the Top Wisdom and Success.” Fourteen of us chose the rugged Path to Success. For those who had deserted us we were fortunate to secure several from Angler and Coats to bear us company on our way. At first we were astonished to meet our old friend, Chardenal, close behind him stood the older brothers of Algebra and Cicero, namely — Geometry and Vergil. Although baffled at first, we have toiled, and sorrowed and struggled until now we have gained higher ground where we may view “The Portals” that are. to free us from these four long years of bondage. Historian. Twenty-three

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Marshall Franklin Woodall Benson, 1ST. C. Pi Delta Society Class Vice President ’24-25-26; Varsity Basketball ’25-26; Manager of Basketball ’26; Varsity Baseball ’25-26; Editor-in- Chief of The Portals; President of Pi Delta Society ’26 ; Glee Club ’26 ; Orchestra ’25-26; Tennis ’26; Member of “The Gang” ’26; Marshal ’25. “For if he will, he will, you may depend on ' t, And if he wont, he ivont, so there ' s an end on’t.” Marshall has character and ability. This is well illustrated by the many offices that he has filled. As an athlete he has few equals. He wields a “wicked hand” when it comes to scoring in basketball, or making home runs in baseball. His contemporaries feel lost without him, but prominent with him. In the field of music Marshall reigns supreme. Yet I would not have you think he is all business, for he believes in the old saying. “ When duty and pleasure clash, Let duty go to smash.” Twenty-two Evelyn Pearl Reaves Benson, FT. C. Phidelphian Society Class President ’24; Marshal ’25; Secre- tary and Treasurer Athletic Association ‘26; Hiking Club ’26; Go-Getters Club ’26; Class Prophet ’26. “True to herself. True to her friends, True to her duty a lways.” “ She has the genius to he loved.” Pearl is one of the sweetest members of our class as well as a splendid student. Her charming ways and sweet disposition have won for her a host of true friends. We feel sure she will succeed in whatever she undertakes. At present she expects to be a school teacher, but finds it hard to resist the temptations of Dan Cupid.

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Class Poem T HE time has come at last, dear friends, When we must say “good-bye” Our work is over, study ended, We are leaving old Benson High. There’s much to be said about our little class, We are happy and have many joys, But the saddest thing of it all, 1 think, Is that we have only three hoys. Our school-days are ended now, Somewhere else you’ll see our faces, The battles we’ve fought, we’ll fight no more, Someone else will take our places. Never again each day we’ll meet When we hear that school-bell toll, No more again on this school-ground, Will we together stroll. We’ve worked together for many long years, The same problems we’ve met each day, But as we go out into the world, Each one goes a different way. We’ve had our sorrows, had our joys, We’ve had our trials and tests, We’ve given to the world the best we had, Can’t the world return us her best ? We’ll fight our battles face to face, And do all the good we can, We’ll live in the house by the side of the road, And be a friend to man. And when the world shall link our names, With noble lives and manners fine, Our teachers shall assert their claims, And proudly whisper, “They Were Mine.” Farewell! our dear old B. H. S., We ' ' re leaving you now forever, But your memory shall remain with us, To forget you, We Can Never! Nellie -John ' sox. Poof. Twenty-four