Central High School - Snips and Cuts Yearbook (Charlotte, NC)

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think kindly of us. Although We misbehaved and proba- bly did not show them the proper respect, We will always remember how kind and patient they were to us. KATE L. STRATTON, Historian, '09, A fl. 2 . Mx E 22

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igintnrg 'HH E, THE CLASS of 1909, have a record of which we may feel justly proud. Besides being the most brilliant class that has ever left the Charlotte High School, we have the honoi of being the Hrst class to graduate from the eleventh grade. All of us have graduated before and this is our second coming out. We have reached our goal at last after many years hard work. We passed the first, second and third grades with comparative ease. In the fourth grade we met a stumb- ling block in the shape of Stoddardls New Intellectual Arithmetic,'which you know has always been Mr. Gra- ham's especial delight In the seventh grade we met our old friend, Latin. For five long years it is the friend to which we have been most faithful. Soon afterwards we found Algebra, which has been our constant compan- ion since. These, with History, Geography, Spelling, and other studies, have kept us pretty busy. But I do not mean to convey the idea that our school life has been all work and no play. For many years it has been the custom to have class picnics. Vacation would not be vacation were it not for this annual picnic. Nearly every year we would go to the Catawba river. Leaving the City early in the morning, and reaching the river about two hours before dinner time, we would ex- plore every favorite nook and corner. After a bounte- ous dinner there was always the boat rides. The after- noon would pass away quickly, and after an early supper there was the ride home, which some think is the most enjoyable part of the day. After a ride of two hours we would reach home, tired but happy. We sincerely hope that our past teachers will ever 21

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Filip 1Hirnir E WAKE at morn, 'tis warm, 'tis fair, We greet with happiness the fragrant air, Our thoughts are light, our hearts are gay, We are intoxicated with the brightness of the day Our friends we find as gay as we, All are ready for a day of glee, We have cast away our work, all care, To enjoy a day of pleasure rare. The time soon comes, the time to start, From the city, to the country, to depart. Today we leave her with her doleful attire, With all her sultriness, her heat so direg Yet the sun reveals, as we pursue our way Its warmth to our crowd, so happy, so gay, But the thoughts of the river where we shall stay, Dismisses the fear of a sultry day. With songs so merry, and yells so gay, The time very quickly glides away, And soon from the river's brink we perceive, The refreshing water which does so relieve, One who a long hot journey has made, One who on her banks has often played, And we welcome her breezes, so cool and mild, The breezes on which the river has smiled. Overhill, through wood, in sylvan glades, We busy ourselves making glorious raids, Then when the sun directly o'er our head does shine It comes to our mind, 'tis time to dine. From the wagons we unload all that's good to eat And the feast we have, no one could beat, 2:4