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

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Ellaretnrll in the will Svrhnnl Bupa ERE in the close of our last school year, Let us go back to the days we love so dear, And though it may seem tiresome for you to hear V Just remember, to our hearts its so very dear. It was a breezy September day in the year of 1899, When we discovered ourselves placed in the line To begin studies in nice primers so new, Then when this completed more work we'd do. Nevertheless, Miss Sallie was ever thoughtful and kind To the little ones she had for the imbuing of their minds Ever so long did those first days seem, But with delight would our little faces beam At the ever welcomed sound-the old bell ringing- So homeward we'd trudge with our little hearts singing No tardy marks or demerits cared we to receive For soon our first grade weld reluctantly leave. Through the second and third we gaily did come, Willing to attack many a new sum. Before us loomed Stoddards so terrible and large, And at the same time learned to spell baker and barge, ' Through the fourth and Hfth we easily glided, But when we struck Latin we nearly back-slided. We cheered up, for the worse would be with us soon, When Algebra we met in Misses Fannie's or Charlee's room It was not all that hard, I suppose you'll think, But to this day with fear it makes me shrink. We studied Enoch Arden and his childhood days, As on the seashore with Anniehe plays, And how they grew up and married one day Luring happily on 'til Enoch goes away E On his far off European journey. This year sped on, as all years do, 'Til vacation days came, so short and few. 14

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I sat in the corner half dazed, furious, humiliated, angry with myself, and smarting after the rough treat- ment I had received, I half rose and choking back my anger started to. demand an explanation, when again they made at me for a second onslaught, but I was too quick for them and jumped on the other side of the long table standing near. Throwing a couple of books at me with a yell of rage one made for each end of the table, when a fourth individual appeared in the doorway. Hic, what 'smatter in here? he hiccoughed, stag- gering against the side of the door. I stared at him and saw my second self 3 he was myself over again, we were of the same build, hair of a light shade, light eyes, and almost exactly the same features, moreover we both wore dark suits, his hair was in disorder, his collar and tie torn up, and he had lost his hat, together we were a most comical pair. The two women gasped in amazement at first one and then the other of usg we stared at each other in astonish- ment, the cause of the mistake then dawned upon me. I broke the spell. There's your unfortunate husband, Ishouted at them as I bolted for the door, shoving him aside. So it's you at last, I heard my former supposed wife scream, and the two made a rush for the poor unfor- tunate who was gazing in a dazed manner after me, his second self. And with mingled feelings of anger, discom- fiture, and amusement, I turned and left the three begin- ning over again the act of which, much to my sorrow, I had been a part. CYRUS LoNG, '10, 13

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And hardly before we knew it-it was so soon- We had reached the ninth, Mr. Randolph's room. He took us on marches with Caesar, the great, And passed over the sad episode of the Carthaginians' fate. But this was nothing to compare, for bye and bye, Mr. Randolph would ask for the value of X and Y. But this is the inerriest part of my song, For our year did not seem so very, very long, And we had climbed to the longed for tenth grade, So now of vast sums no longer were we afraid, For Mr. Harding with the help of good Mr. Giles, Assisted us safely over the deep gulf of trials. As we started at Alamance on that memorable round, Marching with the brave Southerners from town to towng How they so heroically and bravely stood and fell, Amid the raging sound of shot and shell. Then, too, we studied of the Prince's love so onesided, Until the princess to return his love decided. But we did not work without some fun, For our room was a very sociable one- Basket-ball games and spreads at recess, Also were ranked along with the best. Classmeetings with the jokes and jests so rare Came along with these for a prominent share. Until almost too soon that Junior year passed, And after vacation as Seniors we were classed. The class is not as large as the class of old, Yet twenty-one are of the class of black and gold. United monthly with the class of 1911 to come, The two classes together have very much fun, Even if we do have much studying to do We master and conquer, and soon get through. And now we have arrived at the close of the year Which, in the minds will ever be near. And in the future, when we of this class will be scattered far and near, Never more on this old school campus, some of us will - appear, 15