Clinton High School - Huckleberry Yearbook (Clinton, NC)

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x,,f'X ' Kc:,f1'a i il? ' H - s I ,I--:L-1 1 5- . , 1, X E L. as ., 4.1 ,v-I THE I-IUCKLEBERRY sl 'Nw 'C' Q' Prophecy of the Class of '26 NE stormy night in December 1940, I was seated by the fireside alone, watch- ing the Hiekering lights of the dying embers upon the hearth. My thoughts were returned to tl1e scenes of the happiest days of my life-those spent at Clinton High. As I gazed at the embers I saw a large auditorium crowded with people. A young lady appeared on the stage and began playing the piano. She turned her faee and I recognized Annie Gray Boney. When she had finished a brilliant looking young man eame forward to give a leeture. Who could he be ?-Oh! yes, this was Osborne Dunn. Next I saw a traffic cop on a busy street in New York helping a young lady across the street. As they looked up I recognized Mildred Kennedy and Dallie Barefoot. The embers had caught up and were burning brightly. In this light I saw a room decorated with birds and flowers. A girl with long curls was talking to a group of happy kindergartners. Looking on the blackboard I saw the teaeher's name written there-Miss Marcella Deal. Wllalt was this? A school room in VVihnington, N. C. With a ruler in one hand and a book in another, there stood Eloise McArthur demanding order. Then I saw a door in a huge building. Over the door was a sign which read Beauty Parlor. While I stood wondering the door opened, and out stepped Bettie Herring. Indeed, fate was kind to me. As I waited I saw a building and read, John Hopkins. A long iiight of steps led to the main entrance. At thc top of the steps several nurses were talking. Among these I saw Annie Walton Westb1'ook, Floy Smith and Lizzie Mae Shipp. What was this? A movie! The Call of the Wild. Edna Lee Parker, the season's star, playing with Thomas Landon. A notice came before my eyes. It read Cartooning taught easily at home. Write at once for information. Write Miss Leona Register, 105 East Building, Dallas, Texas. A it Twenty-seven

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fi2gQ Q-E9,9 L0 AQQQQHGQ GZE . ' ' I .4 l THEA HUCKLEBERRY E556 ms .fm-1 gem 'U-C35 wr? Q7 My in the work of our first edition of THE HUC1qI,1-:nmnnY, and as we near the close, we know that our efforts have not been in vain. Ono of tho outstanding 0V0lll7S of our Sonior your was the beautifully appoiutc-rl banquet, givvn us hy tho Juniors in tho .Rufus King Hotel. We shall always ro- nnmnber this occasion. Wo realize now that tho thing we 1-all knowlwlgo has hoc-n acquired only in part, but as we le-:wo Old Clinton High to go to highor schools of learning or to cliffvront walks of life, our g'l'Oilll'Slj wish is that our Class will prow si orc-rlit to tho best school we have over known. IFRANK ICELL, Class Hisforian. N X 7 l Q of 5 Twenty-s1x

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af-Ax ., . t . zfffa gms 'asf-3Q0 2 UGQJQLEKCSCQ 55-5 QT 5 is '-.E if A .ew . we ,, 'lr Gs Q WL gffff '36, rw' if ff N ' '- -an -. Y -' A ext I saw a sign which read algroi e, Florist. t your service. In the next bright flames I saw a lady riding in a ear. It was Louise Waller. She looked as happy and gay as she did in her high school days. A copy of the Raleigh Times flashed before my eyes. A large headline dazzled me. Senator Allie Lee Graham leaves for Europe for two months. President Frank Kell and his private secretary Evangeline Hobbs leave on the same ship. I looked into a court room. A trial was going on. I rubbed my eyes and glanced at the platform. There stood the judge, Rufus Crumpler and a lawyer, Stuart Royal. The flames fliekered brightly then died low. Oh! what a beautiful room, and all those pretty dresses of all colors and designs. Who owned this beautiful department? Suddenly I saw a tag on the floor which read Madame Maria Hobbs, designer. Next I saw the Society Sheet of the State paper. I read, Miss Elizabeth Graham will ente1'tain next week in honor of a bride-elect, Miss Ma1'ia1111:1 Herring. The next scene was in New York. I saw a stage and on the stage was Alice Smith, an actress. She was singing Yes, sir, thatls my baby. A beautiful winding river loomed before me. A ear stood at the driveway, and there was a figure standing beside the car. From under a large hat peeped the smiling face of Bessie Mae Smith. A man-a tall handsome man-appeared at her side. He smiled and spoke and-they left. Wake up you sleepy head, and go to bed. You've been here for two hours nodding. I looked and saw my mother standing over me. t PETE BUTLER, Proplr ffl. X! 1X Twenty-eight r