Charlotte Technical High School - Technique Yearbook (Charlotte, NC)

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I now turned to my visitors. “But kind prophet,” said Mrs. Biggers, “you have omitted our dear old class president, Nell Dellinger. Do please look again and reveal to us her fate.” My eyes were growing weary but l could distinguish faintly a cozy little bungalow on a beautiful hill. Within was enshrined love and happiness. Nell was the heroine, and “Steve,” the hero. My visitors left after this last picture vanished, somewhat awed but not believing in the least. It is thus that 1 go along the road of Life picking out my meager existence in unutterable loneliness, always disbelieved when I tell my prophecies which always prove true. ISHMAEL HOUSE, Prophet. CLASS POEM Dear old Tech High School And friends we love so well The time has come for us to go And to say to you, farewell. As we travel along life s pathway O’er mountains great and small, Tech High memories shall uplift us Should we ever waver or fall. We ne’er forget you, dear teachers You’ve steered us through many a gale. You helped us when we were drifting. Through deep waters, you helped us sail. And special honor goes to one To her, our true thanks we extend For her love and service among us M iss Ransom, our teacher and friend. LORENA WHITE. CLASS SONG Tune: Will My Dreams Come True 1 he time to leave is drawing near We soon must say good-bye, And leave our classmates, teachers dear. Our friends, and Ole Tech High. We start out now to play the game In battles, we ll take part. We 11 always love and honor you, Dear Tech, with all our heart. Chorus Farewell Tech High, friends, teachers true, Befo re we go away We have a word to say to you Who’ve helped us on Life’s way. Our memories of Tech High will last Forever and for aye. We love the best school that’s on earth Farewell, Tech High, to you. LUC1LE SWARINGEN, ETHEL KERR. [ twenty-one]

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young woman. She b ore an odd resemblance to someone in the group of ’29, though she was older and more dignified. 1 soon decided, however, that she was no other than Evelyn Hurt. Noticing the scene further, I recog- nized the speaker on the floor as Ernest Selvy. A United States Postal Service Plane now flew across the horizon. The skillful pilot within proved to be Oren Hart. My visitors were quite excited by this time and begged me to continue. For a few seconds I closed my eyes to shut out the intensity of the rays of light. When 1 again looked up at the heavens, the pictures came even more rapidly. First, the golden glory of an orange grove met my eyes. Standing in the shade of one of the trees was Pauline Ross. A very contented expres- sion showed that she was Monarch of All She Surveyed” — not only of the orange grove, but of her husband, R. K. Brown, Jr., who was a successful California orange grower. The central figure in the next picture was an automobile. As the car was of an unusual type, I looked for the name and it was, “Clark.” A magnificent temple of learning, surrounded by beautiful shrubs, walks, and flowers next came into view. I could see engraved in the marble above the entrance Charlotte Tech High School. In a luxuriously furnished office within, which I knew to be the principal’s, sat Dr. Forest T. Selby, quite gray and wrinkled, and, if possible, a little stouter, giving instructions to his secretary, Ethel Kerr. A race track now stretched out before me. Thinking that I might find one of the members of the class there, I scanned the faces of the racers and recognized James Thompson. A scene, differing vastly from the last, was now visible. A little mission church in China was filled with new converts. Their voices, led by Frances Alexander and Margaret Price, were raised in an anthem of praise. A won- drous revival appeared to be taking place in the hearts of the natives. What a wonderful work was being done by these two faithful missionaries, I thought, as the picture faded. I now saw a beautiful library building. Lorena White came down one of the aisles, stopped, and looked with pride upon a section of poems which bore her name. The next picture featured an exclusive millinery and ladies’ ready-to-wear shop in a large city. On a very unique sign in front I read, “Dartha’s Shop.” The scene now shifted to one of the leading theaters on Broadway. Upon the screen was flashed some very valuable information. I learned that Luther Carter was one of Warner Brother’s most reliable directors. Mary Orr was starring in The Flying Flapper, the scenario of which was arranged by the popular writer, Lucile Swaringen. [twenty]

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SENIOR STATISTICS T HIS is a statistical survey of the graduating class of 29 . Its component parts are twenty-four young men and women, ranging from average to super, both in intelligence and looks. Journey as Freshmen, eight enlisted as Seniors. Look closely now and I will reveal facts which were determined by a vote Sunniest . — . Nell Dellinger Funniest ..Evelyn Hurt Luckiest lshmael House Pluckiest Oren Hart Worst Grumbler Lucile Swaringen Worst Mumbler Luther Carter Lankiest George Carpenter Crankiest Marie Myers Worst Looker Walter Clark Worst Cooker Clara Belle Biggers Dumpiest Margaret Price Grumpiest Luther Carter Hardest Worker ... Ethel Kerr Hardest Shirker ... Ernest Mobley Queerest ... ... Dartha Barefoot Twelve of the members began the Juniors, and four joined the Ranks as to you some very important personal of the class. Most Serious Dudiest Mary Broom R. K. Brown and Frank Biggers tied for this honor. Moodiest .. .James Thompson Best Giggler James Berry Best Wiggler Mary Orr Happiest Lorena White Scrappiest Ernest Selvy Most Stylish Marie Myers Most Smilish Pauline Ross Sleepiest Ernest Mobley Weepiest Frances Alexander Biggest Primp Mary Orr Biggest Simp James Berry Frances Alexander, Statistician. [twenty-two]