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

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but it was the same old story of procrastination, and we drifted back into the same carelessness as before. And so time drew apace, and almost before we real- ized it, We were caught up in the work and pleasure of High School life. My, but we were proud of ourselves and tried to be as dignified as would become us in our lofty position. Just about this time several new departments were added to the course, and our new studies and new teachers were extremly interesting to us all. Of these new studies, Domestic Science was the nicest in the opinion of the girls, and we anticipated much pleasure in learning to cook. Our hopes soon proved well founded, though at times it was a doubtful pleasureg for when we had to serve the lunches, we were terribly afraid of spilling coffee into some one's lap. Latin! 'that didn't bother us at all, for we had access to an extremely well stocked stable and some rode along gaily all the way through Virgil and Cicero, but contrary to the warnings of our friends our ponies never once balked. All our High School years were giddy rounds of parties and candy pulls, with a few lessons sandwiched in between times. We just let our families do the worry- ing-until the night before Exams., and then we did some cramming. At this time the Whole school seemed shrouded in darkness and there was no joking, no laugh- ing, and tears overflowed once or twice. But in spite of all these things Graduation Day now loomed up in our horizon. Though we have been looking forward to this day for eleven long years, as the time draws near to say farewell to all our old classmates and teachers, we would gladly stop the flight of time. After this we meet no more as a class, and by next year the class of '14 will be scattered over the country, enrolled in many of our schools and colleges. HISTORIAN. 29

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Class History N a September morning about el-even years ago, with hearts beating high 1n anticipation the majority of the Senior class of '14 started to school. School! how important and grownup it made us feel! Were we the same childr-en that a few weeks before had been content to play with mud pies? How insipid those childish amusem-ents did seem to folks old enough to go to school! Shall we ever forget that first day, when with our new books tucked under our arm, we trudged to school, or that equally memorable day, when bursting with knowledge we rushed hom-e to ask in an excited tone, O, mama, can you spell cat ? Ever since, that first day has been treasured in our memory along with the recollections of birthdays and parties and similar red-letter occasions. Thus our first years of school life passed very pleas- antly and quickly, bringing us each year a little nearer the realization of our dreamsg and then we passed on into the intermediate grades. By this time our thirst for knowledge had abated a little and we threw ourselves wholeheartedly into all the fun that was going on. Some- how it was a heap more interesting to pass around notes or pull the other fellow's hair and hear him holler than to pay strict attentions to the lessons. Little did we care whether it was Columbus or some other person that dis- covered America, or whether the world was round or flat, or how much the interest on one dollar at six per cent. for six months would amount to. Sometimes though when our teachers insisted very strenuously on our learn- ing the lessons assigned, we would resolve to do better, 28

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Prophecy NEW YORK, N. Y., May 20, 1924. DEAR IRBY: , I know you will be surprised on hearing from me after so many years. But I have heard so many interest- ing things about our High School class of '14, that I am sure you would enjoy hearing them too. I have recently returned from a trip to North Caro- lina, and spent most of my time in Charlotte, of course. By the way, you know that in the past five years I have changed my name from Laura Torrence to Mrs. Robert J. Burlington-but I am getting entirely oifthe subject on which I have begun. What I started to write of was my stay in Charlottef Just before the train pulled into Charlotte, it stopped at a crossing, and who should I see out there surveying land but Frank Patterson, now a dis- tinguished civil engineer. I had quite a little talk with him, while the train stopped. During our conversation, I spoke of Elizabeth Jamison, whose latest book I know you have read. Pat said he had seen her not so long ago and she told him that although she was a spinster she was enjoying life thoroughly, spending most of her time travelling, and she said nothing worried her except the fact that she was getting so awfully fat. Pat told me also that Lelia Durham had married, and was still living in Charlotte. I was sorry I could not talk longer with him, but the train began to move and I had to tell him good-bye. The train had not gone much farther when it stopped at a small station to take on some pas- sengers, one of whom was a lady who came and took a seat by me. She introduced herself as Mrs. Ted Morgan of Huntersville, and after a few words had passed between 30