Cary High School - YRAC Yearbook (Cary, NC)

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llazel Hill and Ilettie Pittard are missionaries in China. Van Holloway is still a familiar figure among the Cary students, and his face beams with sunshine every Monday morning when lie comes around to collect laundry for his wife to wash. Dawson Strother is rising in politics—of course he is a Republican. Willie Lee Edwards, a railway president? Yes, he has worked himself up step by step until he has reached the highest. Rill Swain is the same old Rill, “Laugh and live long” is his slogan. As a comedian his humorous characteristics are well displayed. Paul Shaw has been very successful. He has worked hard and climbed high up the Ladder of Fame, now being Ambassador of the U. S. in England. Mary Watts, with her sweet disposition, her scholarly achievements and her winning personality, holds the honor of being “The First Lady of the Land.” Xennie Rrady has long ago taken unto himself a wife and, with his “Forty acres and a mule,” is enjoying life to the fullest in the capacity of a farmer near Garner. Ressie Davis, the only woman lawyer of our distinguished class, is now prac- ticing law in Durham. Kipling Lucille Johnson has at last captivated a certain great lawyer, Clifton Poole, and now they dwell in a beautiful little bungalow near Clayton—ever happy. Oris Rogers, known as “Goat” Rogers, was for a long time one of Cary’s land- marks, but hit for the West some time ago, and the last that was seen of him was when a grizzly bear was chasing him around a stump among the Rockies. Melza Jones has been in Japan five years as a missionary. Clabron Rarbee decided that selling books was his mission. He had been on the road but two days, however, before a bull-dog in a front yard amputated his leg below the knee, which providential accident influenced him to enter the ministry, in which today he is performing a great work,—his favorite text: “Reware of the D—og.” i Leary Lpchurch has retired to his farm near Morrisvillc, and in solicitude is planting his tobacco. Carlyle Wheeler is a dentist in Greensboro. Rill Timberlake is running a market in Wake Forest and dealing in fresh fish, fresh eggs, fresh oysters, fresh crabs, etc. In fact, everything “fresh.” Azzie Woodward and Mattie Campbell are trained nurses at “Hix Hill.” Ursula Atkins is teaching Home Economics at Raleigh High School. Leroy Smith is a noted physician of Philadelphia. Soon after finishing High School, Amanda Tillman married, but not happily for some time ago she entered suit for divorce. Dorothy Wood and Jessie Arnold are old maid school teachers in Rocky Mount. Robert Rrooks is Professor of Mathematics at Trinity. Lastly, her classmates gone, the prophetess lifts her own palm. The light is dim and her eyes arc weary with long looking. The lines in her palm are shadowy and indistinct. Down the vista of years she sees a melancholy figure in an office, a pencil in her hand, a typewriter before her. Afar—too far in the distance— towers the Temple of Fame. A look of dejection darkens her brow. The proph- etess can see no more. Slie turns her eyes away to find consolation in reflecting on the better fortune of her comrades. Fain would she renew the enchantment and add another ten years—even unto man’s divinity allotted three score and ten, but some mystic power intervenes. Invisible hands take the Gypsy robe from her, and she is left with her mates to await what the years may reveal. —Prophetess. Page 'Twenty-two

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Senior Class Prophecy When the duty of foretelling the fates of my classmates fell upon me, I real- ized fully the trust committed to me, and, in order to insure them a fair deal, I resolved to confer with the ashes of Isaiah and the venerable Samuel, hut upon approaching tin gate of the Underworld, a guard in brazen armor bade me retrace my steps and not disturb the repose of the saints. After this rebuff, I was about to consult the oracle of Apollo, when suddenly I remembered being a captive once among some Gypsies, from whom I learned many slight-of-hand tricks such as fortune telling and palm reading. Why not resort to these instead of the shades of the ancients? No sooner was tin» plan con- ceived than adopted. So, attired in Gypsy garb, I seat myself in a small enclosure and receive my classmates in turn, and read their fates from their palms. I desire that each as he hears the result of my reading and issues again into the light may form milder judgment than this: “I hate her, for she doth not prophesy good concerning me, but evil.” The lines I scrutinize and, letting my mind wander into the future ten years hence, I behold each in his respective sphere: Baxter Timberlake, is a distinguished banker of Atlanta, very happy with Blanche Martin for his wife. Martha Bailey has at last reached the height of her ambition, she is now head nurse in a hospital. Robert Parker is a civil engineer. He and Frances Smith have stopped quar- reling and are living very peacefully in their “Sweet Little Nest Somewhere in the West.” Ella Mangum is one of Washington’s most popular belles. As an actress she is second to none in the country, and her reputation has long ago berm established among all lovers of the opera. J. B. Walters and M. Lucille Johnson were our class poet and poetess. Time has not been unkind to them—their poems are read all over the country. Helen Dry and Genevieve Woodson have just returned from Europe where they have been making a tour of tin continent. Thy are artists, known every- where for their beautiful paintings. Baxter Upchurch is running a restaurant in the town of Apex. He has been very successful in business. This glaring headline, printed in box car capitals, recently appeared in the New York American: “MISS IRENE BARBEE, THE SEASON’S GREAT- EST SINGER.” Who would have thought it? Vivian Penny is lady principal of Cary High School. She has this inscription written over the door of the girls’ dormitory: “No man’s land let no man enter on pain of death.” Jessie Clifton has finished in music and is now teaching at Meredith. Several members of the Class of ’21 have drifted back to Cary: Judson Man- gum has succeeded Superintendent Dry. He has been there only a short time. Sadie Shearon and Clina Norwood are teaching Home Economics there. Bernard Pleasants is druggist since Mr. Baucom moved away. Schlesinger Foushee has succeeded his father in business on the Corner. If you chanced to go through Cary on a car, running twenty miles per hour, I am sure Dennis Upchurch would get your number since he is speed cop. Page Twenty-one

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A Bugography of the Senior Class of Nineteen Twenty-one By Bev. J. B. Walters, P.H.D.; D.D.; L.L.D.; H. of II. A. (Heap of Hot Air) Lately a Graduate of Sing Sing, New York. Assistant Author : Mk. R. W. Brooks, G. 0. P.; P. Q. I).; E. (). N. (Essence of Nothing.) Graduated at Dix Hill with the Class of ’20. This Bugography is protected by Copyright and any infringement on it will be severely prosecuted by the authors of this masterpiece. This is the last, only and revised edition. Exclusive rights of sale granted to authors only at the stand- ard price of one semolian and ten berries per copy, et cetera. Agents wanted, 100 p’ercent commission guaranteed. Catalogs, samples, yardsticks, gasoline, ter- ritory and Ford via. parcel post on request. Send reference. Not a penny down. Just a thousand dollars. Respectively dedicated to Miss Flossie Siler and the Loyal Five (Provided they make up by April the fifth, nineteen twenty-one A. 1).) PREFACE. This bugography is written entirely on supposition and interrogation. We do not wish to hurt anyone’s feelings we cannot handle; so before you read it we apologize for any discrimination on your character. Also we are incorporated and cannot be sued for libel or slander. As I say it was written on supposition I will illustrate: If it had not been for the machine gun, Caesar would not have conquered Gaul. If it had not been for the airplane Balboa would never have discovered the Pacific. If it had not been for death, Methusala would be grandpa today. If it had not been for the submarine, Columbus would never have seen America. If it had not been for foolishness this would never have been written. Necessity is the mother of invention. Miss Siler wanted it, therefore we made it. Now it should be preserved in the Halls of Anarchy and the Annals of Crime. “God Save the King.” J. B. W. R. W. B. “To all things there must be a beginning and to all things an ending.” The above applies to literary things, not, geometrically speaking, a circle. The above conclusion was arrived at by the marvelous power of J. B. Walters’ brain to ascertain such. So to begin we will start on Jessie. Page Twenty-three