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

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e .ff f Tho I'm not inspired like Milton, Now I bring to you these verses. Do not slight my efforts feebleg Look thou hereupon with mercies. Many are the pleasant hours We have spent in the Senior Class, Studying and struggling ever In our effort-to always pass. But now our hearts just swell with joy, For we've laid our books asideg We have studied long and well- May the truth with us abide. CLASS POEM e S X i X x NX in -tg Xi fX Still, no mirth is in our heart today, As from our High School friends we part The thought of our bright happy days Brings sadness to the bravest heart. For the time has almost reached us- Time when we must say farewellg With our teachers and our schoolmates May our memory always dwell. But, dear classmates, we'll be loyal Ever to the gray and blue, And to our dear old High School Our hearts will e'er be true. And with ever a thought, And with ever a care, Will we remember our motto- To be square. -Pom, '17 Eighteen

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resources. There are the frivolous members, for light occasions, such as times when the teacher is in the hallg also sarcastic ones to temper the foolish ones, wit. Of course, we have common-sense ones for business transactions, and inquisitive ones for gossipy moments. There is much originality and talent for exhibition occasions, and a great listening capacity to absorb this. We are justly conceited over the individual suc- cesses of some of our members, who were determined that these lines should not apply to them: Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark ufnfathomed cares of ocean bearg Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, Amt waste its sweetness on the desert air. But now the end is near, and soon all will be over. Altho we may Shake off our bands of servitude, and leave in our respective cells the memories glad-and otherwise-we realize that never again will we be gathered together in this same spirit of good-will and fellowship. It will be with sad longing that we will look back on these wonderful days. Always, we will hold the name of our dear school in reverenceg and to our teachers we express our deepest esteem and gratitude. However, our Class has sworn to visit all graded schools, and warn them of the drastic ordeals, and assure them that they may cheer up, as the worst is yet to come. Now, I believe I have told you all that it is wise to disclose of the Class of Nineteen-Seventeen, and I beg of you to suspend rash judgment until you have visited us. Yours sincerely Qi 5 L J f Sevente

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CLASS PROPI-IECY ff - k fl, '-4 N I1 Ai., A IRIAM: 1298-J, please. JEAN: This is 1298-J. MIRIAM: Let me speak to Jean, please. JEAN: This is she. MIRIAM: Jean, this is Miriam. Do you believe in dreams? I mean the lovely kind-the ones that you'd like to have come true? JEAN: Oh, I just adore them! Have you been dreaming? MIRIAM: Yes, and the most Wonderful one. Last night, and it was about the members of the Senior Class-I saw their futures. JEAN: Oh, please tell me about it! MIRIAM: I dreamed I was touring the World, and that I was in Brazil-I Was driving along, and passed the largest coffee plantation I'd ever seen. On asking to Whom it belonged, I was told, to an American millionaire-a Mr. Oscar Welch. Think of it, Jean! And that same afternoon, While going thru the capitol, I ran upon Susie Phillips. She Was acting as secretary to the American Consul. It was delightful to meet my old classmates in South America. Then next I came on up to Panama, and you never can imagine my surprise at finding Vernon Rigler there, as superintendent of the construc- tion of a big bridge. But I might have known that, With his ability to cope with physical problems, civil engineering would come easy. Charles Lemmonds was there, too-doing engineering work. Nineteen