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

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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

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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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trio that I had followed in. Well, my pieces, exclaim- ed I, who left the bars down and let you all in? They all readily explained to me about their studio, and Eliza- beth being the teacher of art, while Rufus and Erwin taught music. i Now for old Charlotte, and I turn about just in time to see Ruby teaching French to a class of boys at Raleigh, of which she is principal. I did but just have time to shake hands with my old pal and go jogging on' my way, but at the same time this seemed hard for I was so close to dear old Charlotte. i It is sad. I turn my eyes towards the country for a rest. But there is no rest, even out in Korea, for the first thing discernible in the ploughed lands is an old C. H. S. lover. Mary Smith is pushing a plough of goodness, and one from whose seed planting can one day be reaped souls for Christ. Instinctively I mop my forehead. Er, beg pardon, er, what isn't this Kate Squires? Will Carr, holy smoke I Er, Kate, why er, what are you doing in such a pitiable plight, ahem ? Kate shakes her head sadly as she answers: It is too long to tell, but the substance is that I thought I appreciated literature. I read Milton's Minor Poems and Lamb's Essays of Elia, and here I am, an old maid, and apt to die one. Will, pray what are you doing as Prof. of English at Yale College? Well, er, it is just this way: I have them fooled. Away! away! An ideal I now turn my glass over into another continent. But ho! who is this riding the Monorail in Heidelberg, where he has his headquarters, more than one of my old classmates of 1911, Edward. I next have the privilege of gazing upon one of the prettiest weddings Cin the Methodist church in Philadel- phial I have ever witnessed. For there was Lady Carr and sweet little Kate having the knot tied by Towsack, who later informed me that John was Editor of Puck. From there I turn the Exrayoscope towards Washing- 2-1