Dover High School - Crescent Yearbook (Dover, NC)

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CLASS POEM When your day seems overcrowded with the shadows of despair, When light of life seems shrouded with the night-bloom every- where: Classmates, ere some doubting ember burns out hope, and all life stings, Take our motto, and remember We Seek Higher Things. Does black gloom lie on the meadow where bright sun was wont to fall? 'Tis God's wing-that casts the shadow, and His love broods over all. Look up classmates, never, never sigh, Success awaits us now it seems,, Joy is coming, she is nigh, Since We Seek Higher Things. We can never glimpse the far beam of attainment, through strong light: We can never catch the star gleam if life's hours were always bright: Shadows prove that light is near us, through some need its glory gleams, May its promised radiance cheer us, Till we reach the higher things. When school's last lesson is mastered and the classes are tested and tried: When the wisest student has vanished, and the dullest has stepped aside, We should rest and faith we need it, We shall rest for a moment or two, Till the wonderful school of Experience Makes us seew things anew. The Class watches with a smile: our teachers guide each falter- ing aim: They look on all the while, for added laurels to our fame, With faith in us they give that same old question eye to eye, Lis- ten Students, for what do you live? To seek higher things, is our reply. Annie Ruth Joyner to Mable Massengille: Say Mable, I can just see you about thirty years from now going in the photographer's, saying, 'How much do you charge for taking children's pictures ?' Photographer: Three dollars per dozen. . Mable: Well, l'll have to see you later, I haven't got but eleven yet. 13

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STATE OF NORTH CAROLINA, 1 County of Craven, Town of Dover. Fellow Citizens: The Class of 1920, about to go the way of all the world, and pass out into the Great Beyond, salutes you, even in the face of approaching death. It is with the most profound regret that I find it neces- sary to bring before your attention this evening the serious-indeed, I may say hopeless-condition of the Class of 1920. We have known for several years that the Class was in a somewhat critical state of health. There has been no chance for any doubt about that, for the combination of disorders under which she has been suf- fering has been only too clearly manifest, and the symp- toms of her disease unmistakable. Indeed for the past four years, her head has been so rapidly swelling with her greedy accumulation of infor- mation in the Dover High School, that it has now as- sumed such gigantic proportions in each of her eight in- dividual parts, as to cause all who know her, or have come into even occasional contact with any part of her, the most serious uneasiness lest it should burst with its enormous overflow of learning, and scatter its treasures of knowledge broadcast upon an unappreciative public. She also has many dizzy spells, caused, it is believed by the immense heights to which she has climbed in her search for wisdom-the blood rushes to her head and face in mighty floods of blush and bloom, whenever she is asked a question there is the least chance for any suspi- cion that she may not know the answer, be it of this a11d all other worlds, past, present, or to come-while her heart, with all its eight throbbing pulses, has become ab- normally heavy with the thought of parting soon to come, and the anticipation of the last painful struggle. No, there is no longer any hope. The Class of Nineteen Hundred and Twenty has become altogether too wise to linger longeramong the struggling youths and aspiring -15