Cary High School - YRAC Yearbook (Cary, NC)

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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

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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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JESSIE ARNOLD. Eulogy. She is a rose among thorns, A dear without horns, A wonderful girl I'll say, A sunbeam on the earth, ’Tis been so from birth, And ’twill last for many a day. The above gives Jessie full credit and probably more than the ordinary one. She was born at Pumpkin Center, X. J., sometime during the severe summer of 1812, during the memorial war with England of that date. She came to Cary in 11)10 and might graduate this year. At least she has though so to the extent of four and one-half semolians. That is all Jessie strives for is to get through this year and be a Freshman in St. Augustine next year. XENNIE BRADY. The Hip IV Winkle of the Twentieth Century, From Sleepy Hollow. When the Senior class begins to meet, We realize that Xcnnie is already asleep, The class to us is a calm repose, But the class to Xennie is a little dose, We hear a sound like a cannon’s roar, But, alas, ’tis only Xennie’s snore, Then he awakes, With a couple of shakes, But the bell has rung, and the class is done, To Xennie its serious, but to us ’tis fun. And here is a question serious and deep, What on earth makes Xennie sleep? And I shall answer according to law, Rij) Van Winkle was his great grand paw. Xennie was born in Drowsy Bottom during tin Famine and since then has always lived in Sleepy Hollow. We can not calculate his age but we think he was a stowaway on the ark. He will graduate when he wakes up, probably never. B E RNARI) PL E A S A N TS. Eulogy. Oh, you sweet chubby faced kid, You have such a wonderful lid, Your cheeks are so sweet, just like dog meat, 'Flic rest of your features are hid. Born September the 16, 1836. At Hickory Nut Creek In the vicinity of Molasses Creek Swamp. Came to Cary on 141. Will leave on 22. Criticisms et al.—None. Peculiar Personalities He takes a bath on the installment plan. Part one week and part next. Wanted to Know—Where does In buy his socks? )age Twenty-four.