Benson High School - Tatler Yearbook (Benson, NC)

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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

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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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Class Prophecy tp LIZABETH, Mr. White has given me a five weeks vacation this year. Is’nt that grand? I have been in his employment for nearly four years. Let’s see, today is the thirteenth of May and my vacation begins the twelfth of J une — just four weeks off ! I do wish something exciting would happen.” “Get your parasol, Elizabeth, let’s go for the mail. I feel just as if there is something in the office for me.” When we reached the office, the post-man handed us our mail. “Look! I have two letters. One is my monthly payroll. I don’t work for money alone, but a little remuneration is not objectionable. But, this big, fat letter ! My curiosity is welling. Who in the world could be -writing me from blew York City? Dear, I am too nervous to break the seal. What do you suppose it is?” “Oh, break it open and see what it is, you silly goose !” exclaimed Elizabeth, who had become very excited. We were such staunch friends, as well as cousins, that we liked to share each others surprises. The street was crowded and I did not care to read my letter there, so when possible, we turned down a more secluded street, for the letter could not wait another minute. After breaking the seal I sought the name. Imagine my great joy and surprise when I read, “Mrs. William Boone” — Yee Louise Parker. So much can happen in such a short time. “Oh ! how interesting ! Listen Elizabeth, at what she writes, ‘I married the governor of Yew York whom you remember as one of our school mates at B. H. S. I am very happy for I feel that I am helping to make the lives of others more pleasant.’ ” “My goodness ! How perfectly grand ! She has invited me to spend my vaca- tion with her. Let’s write her at once and tell her all about the class of ’ 26 .” “Let’s see. Marshall Woodall graduated from U. Y. C. and is now Editor of The News and Observer. This paper has the largest circulation in the South.” Yira Lee is teaching History at Y. C. C. W. in “a Boger fashion.” ’Tis rumored that she is contemplating a change from the political world to the domestic. Mary Raynor graduated from Duke and then taught Latin for two years in B. H. S. She gave up her position, and married a noted professor. They are now on a tour in Europe. Lucian Peacock has gained notoriety in the financial world and is now Secretary of the Treasury. Surely you remember the miracles he performed as Business Manager of The Portals in ’ 26 . Twenty-five