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

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Clase Prophecy CIENCE had always been my favorite study, I started it in the eleventh grade and made a special- ty of it during my college career. My interest had been centered in one particular branch-the study of Field Glasses-and it had long been my ambition to de- velop an improved type. After finishing college in 1919 I realized that my opportunity had at last come to carry out my cherished plans. For six long years Ilabored over this incessantly, determined to evolve an Exrayoscope, a glass which, as the name implies, combines the prin- ciple of the field glass with the marvelous X-raypower. At last, one day when repeated failures had almost convinced me that my hope was a vain one, success sud- denly smiled upon me thro' pure accident. Iwas seated on a high knoll in a Western Montana village where I had gone to try my experiments. Ab- sently toying with the adjustment screws of my model, I was debating with myself whether it would not be a wise move to shy it at a saucy squirrel that was barking at me as if in derision of my dejection. If the little villain comes as near as that boulder I'll smash him, I said to myself. Its bad enough to have failed, and I'm not going to stand any guying, even from that bushy tail. He scampered on toward the boulder chattering and scolding as he came. Suddenly his vituperation passed my endurance limit, for as plainly as I ever heard the words pronounced he began saying: You fool, you fool, you X-rayfooool! In another instant my instrument went whizzing in the direction of squirrel and boulder and Bunny was scampering down the valley with a Whisk of his tail which seemed to class my impotent marksmanship along with my inventive genius. In picking it up I found it was not hurt and Idecided I would now turn it towards New York. But who is this dignified individual flying in such a beautiful airship. Why, bless my heart, it is Martin 22

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Gdward Yates Kessler, CKees or Doog.J Age 16g height 5 853 Weight 133. He electrifles every one with his wisdom and learning. Captain Basket Ball '10-'11, Chief editor Snips and Cuts, '10-11. Vice- President Class '11. His aim in life is to live at Anderson. game fred B. McCall, CFroid, Shorty, Mack.J Age 17g height 5 ft. 8 in.g Weight 118. Fredis some cutter. Stoutest member of Class. Business manager Snips and Cuts, '09-10. Athletic editor, '10-'l1. Base- ball team, '10-'11. Treas. Alex. Graham Literary Society, '10-'11, He is ready for anything that ockerrs Coccursj mains Martin 6. Boyer, ir., QMurtin.J Age 17g height5 8ig weight 138. Martin, the wise and sagacious. Noted for his dexterity in managing, es- pecially the SponCgDdulicks. Class Pres. '09-'10, Pres. Alex. Graham Society last 45 months, '09-'10. Chief editor Ships and Cuts, '09-'l0. Business manager '10- '11. Treas. Bill Davis Society, '10-'11. Orator Senior Class '11. Wayt's rival for slowness. CHope of the col- ored race.J '+++- David Caldwell Young Age 17g height 5 ft. 5 in.g weight 120. The next to the best looking boy in the Senior Class is our dear and enhancing Pip. Pip is very fond of translating any kind of language, from Ethiopian this native tonguel to Greek. Ringling Bros. have offered him a position on ac- count of his dexterity in riding -in-M-4 Zllilliam Kimbrough Carr CWillum-Billuml Debater '10-'11. Chief Ed. Snips and Cuts '10-'11g Pres. Class '11. Authority on income tax. Poplar street is very popular with him. Basket ball and baseball Varsities, '10-'11. 21

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Boyer, and he is on time! Hello, Martin. But I have forgotten, he is too far away to hear me. Y Where is Boyer? Oh, there he is entering the capitol. Now he is talking with the Governor of North Carolina- Mut Long -but their conversation is boring-it is about poli- tics. Martin is a statesman. I turn to seek others of the ordinary, every day class of empty eleven. Hi, McDuke, hi! where are you going all flossed up here in New York? My! exclaimed he, Icicles, how glad I am to see you! But say, have you not noticed my sign on Fifth Ave., reading: FRED MCCALL, Attorney, Law Building, New York City? Yes, butImust be jogging on. Oh, McDuke, don't hurry. Stop! tell me about our old C. H. S. classmates, have you knocked up against any of them in this dear old city? Why, yes, indeed. Bloss is here. I just passed a millinery shop up Fifth Ave., where she was making a talk on Woman's Suffrage. After that I could hardly wait to bid him adieu, so anxious was I to see dear old Bloss of yore. But arriving there I was at once convinced that all would be brought under her sway, when I remem- bered the genius she had displayed way back yonder in the High School days, in the debating contest. Crash! bang! All of this rumbling seems to come from a theatre in Paris. As I stood musing, whether to enter, three Hnely dressed ladies sweep by me chatting very gaily: Oh, no, indeed, I wouldn't miss hearing Madame Dorae Davis this evening for any amount. For some reason I followed. What was to meet my gaze! There arose the prima donna of the season, who was startling Paris with her magnificent voice-no other than my old friend, Dora Davis, with her name spelt and pro- nounced differently. Waiting after the opera, I felt myself very much honored to shake hands with Madame Davis of Paris, but lo! while we were talking, who should walk up but Rufus, Erwin, and Elizabeth, the same 23