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

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Pauline Bradley Host Attractive Blanche Pel linger Host Conceited Draper Skidmore Host Athletic Catherine Martin Best All-Around Arnell Wolfe Norman Hill Moat Dignified Beat Matured John Barbour Edna Smith Happiest Biggest Talker HALL OF FAME ggfvH 4i| Ruby Butler Most Studious Louise Taylor Most Ordinal John C raig Most Popular Aaron Berry hill Laziest Sixteen

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We stayed in the New California Hotel designed by Leonard Barto, the famous architect. I was pleased to see in my room, a new television radio to amuse me until bedtime. I got station GAB at once and heard and saw two black face comedians whom I recognized under their make-up to be two honored members of the class, John Craig and Draper Skidmore. After fifteen minutes of this delightful entertainment, a lady appeared. Who was this girl? It was Jewel Orr, the most talented singer on the air. We touched many points of interest while circling the globe but it was a relief to see the Statue of Liberty come into view, and to stop in New York after a flight across the Atlantic. I found that Jimmie Cornier had gone on the stage and is the idol of the feminine world. He receives so many calls from girls that it is necessary to employ Catherine Martin as his social secretary. Blanche Dellinger, having studied dancing, is Ziegfield’s much demanded “Danc- ing Doll.” Pattie Lee Simpson with Rachel Garrison as her head Manicurist is making a success with her beauty parlor. Norman Hill is the proud owner of a large chain of Hot Dog Stands. Washington was our last stop before returning to Charlotte. By special invita- tion we visited the President, one of the members of our class, David Wentz. He asked me to come in and meet his wife. The First Lady of the Land is no other than Vernell Wolfe. Her gracious manner and pleasing personality have won many friends in the diplomatic and social circles of Washington. I also met Sara Webb who was redecorating the White House. I learned some additional facts that were particularly interesting. Harvey Gar- rison had been elected governor of North Carolina for three consecutive terms. Irvin Cammer had published the greatest book of this season. George Pickard had just issued his first edition of the improved dictionary, with the assistance of Cleo Wallace. I was not surprised at their ability to add many new words to Webster’s vocabulary. Now for the class romance. Charles Boyles and Sarah Helms have married and are living up to the story book ending, living happily ever after. We landed at the Charlotte Airport, with persistent reporters, Madolvn Hattrich among them, gathering around the craft. This is the only statement I gave the paper. “The trip’ was a wonderful success. I am very happy indeed to have been appointed, and to have succeeded in learning the accomplishments and achievements of the class of ’ 31 . Louise Taylor, Class Prophet. Fifteen

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Class Song (Tune: Aren ' t We All?) All our hearts are sad in parting From our classmates and school so dear. To some it’s sad, to some it’s glad, But to us all, it brings a tear. Please don’t think roe can forget you, It’s so hard to leave and say adieu. Chorus We will always love you, Tech, With a love ice’ll ne’er forget In our dreams, each night Tech High, We’ll come again to you. It’s so bad ice have to part, But ice’ll keep you in our heart. In our memories, you will always be our dearest dream, Tech High, farewell. Jewel Orr. Class Poem Seniors! This is the end ice sought — Toiling for twelve long years to gain this peak Whose towering form pierces encircl- ing mists That once held wonder for our budding minds. What vain illusions led us to believe That when we’d climbed this shadowy crest Life’s preparations would be nearly done ? What idle dreams that from its sum- mit high We could o’erlook the realm of all things known, That made-to-order jobs awaited there, And that we’d be the prized of all mankind. But since we’ve gained the heights These visions melt and fade away; That which we thought to be the end Of learning, and life’s highest goal Proves but to be the brink of learn- ing’s sea. Far out beyond its vast expanse we see Majestic peaks that tower out of sight, Formidable and yet alluring too, they lead us on As beckoning hands to heights un- known To us whose eyes were trained on this one prominence Which masked all others from our view. Four years have we applied ourselves With earnest hearts and hands toward common ends In classroom tasks, on gridiron, court, and field. No more the ways together shall we tread, For in the chain of peaks which loom ahead Each sees his challenge at a different site. Diverging pathways lead us to the tasks in hand. The close companionship which here ice knew Ti e’ll cherish as a dainty growing rose Whose perfume sweet, scents memories garden With fragrance rare that mellows with the years. Catherine Martin. Seventeen