Elizabeth City High School - Spotlight Yearbook (Elizabeth City, NC)

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.find it is well, For school is but a firstly thing. The History of our Class is a .nfarrative Cf all history. Embodied in this Class one finds traces of all civilizations: The knights of old-the powdered statesinen, The melancholy Burr-the stalwart jackson And it is well. School is like a Gypsy band, that wanders thru a Countryside, only to return to the Honeysuckle country of flowers. Always Roving, always singing, they lightly Pass the time, until a heartfelt duty Arises. Then each Gypsy forgets his mirth, And works with a will. KENNETH MUNDEN Historian May 17, 1929.

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As Sophomores Our egotism flamed into a fire, and XYe fared forth to tell the world That we, the class of 29, knew it All, and always would know it All. Then we discovered something More to learn. f And so XYhen Juniors we became, the Play progressed swiftly. VVith Anxious hearts we practised the dignity Of Seniority, which would soon be ours. The year rolled by, and presently we stood At the shrine of aspiration. XVhere once we worshipped. Seniority is A funny thing-so coveted, so besought, And yet so empty in onie's grasp. The year has marked the pathway of Our destiny. The year has marked The climax of a school career. 'Ere another night has passed we Shall have said goodbye.

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Gllaaa ldrnphvrg of 1929 By Frank Snowd en It was the best of times. It was the worst of times. It was the rainy evening of July 1, 1949. I was sitting alone in my library half asleep when suddenly I was startled by the ringing of the telephone. Answering it I found it to be none other than my good friend Prof. George Benbury, the mu-lti-millionaire scientist. I-Ie asked me to come over to his house to listen and look in on his new static proof television set. I jumped in my car and dashed around to his workshop. He met me at the door and together we went into the giant room filled with all kinds of mechanism. After I had taken a seat, he pushed a button and the room was plunged into total darkness. At a far end of the rcom a giant screen was illuminated. Prof. Benbury walked over to the set and pushed in several switches and turned several dials. One large dial was near my chair. When he began turning this dial it was then that I first noticed the names of several cities on it. Turning the dial to New York we saw and read the following: Elsie Leary and Mary Byrd Saunders, of the firm Saunders and Leary, exclusive danc- ing teachers, have dissolved partnership on account of an argument over Delmas Sawyer, the new proprietor of Overman and Stevenson. Elsie and Mary Bryd were only shadows of their former selves. Together I believe they would only weigh 100 pounds. Delmas still possessed that Soda Fountain laugh. The new gambling place, Monte Sarle, was opened today. It is managed by the notorious Lois Bond and the former head of the negro school organization in this city, Kenneth Munden. Ye Gods! Lois' once coal black hair had turned scarlet red, while Kenneth still wore that Harry Langdon look of high school days. Gertrude Glover, society belle, returned yesterday from Reno, Nev., where she secured a divorce from the Rt. Rev. Frank Wilson, noted Holy Roller, who she has found out is too intelligent for her. She plans to join Kack Mann at the Paramount Theatre as assistant stage water boy. Both girls had on perfectly stupendous dresses to match their excessive beauty. Frank seemed to be qufite nervous. This was a remarkable feature of him on a geometry quizz. Income tax receipts show that Harmon Taylor and Frances Pendleton tonsorial artists, are doing the most flourishing business in the city. Frances looked more and more like her little red headed sister while Pete still dressed like Clara Bow, a moving picture actress in 1929. Shirley Fearing, a Salvation lass, has been decreed the best tambourine beater on Broadway. The judges were Mary Barnes, Cora McKimmey and Vera Jennings. In Shirley's hand was the cup winning tambourine. She wore high laced shoes and a shabby black hat. The judges all reminded me of a bunch of drunk old maids. At this point there was a sudden spurt of deafening noise and the vision became terrible, but in a minute I found the noise to be the melodious voices and the bad vision to be the beautiful faces of Elvene Culver and Roy Lane. The faces were beautiful, all we could see was their open mouths, but the voices were terrible and we were forced to turn to New Orleans where we found this: Margaret Driggers and Evelyn Pritchard have been chosen May Queens in the Mardi Gras celebration. The vote was unanimous. I could think of only one thing, an old saying, t'Such Beauty Cannot be Surpassedn. Ryland Davis and Nellie Boyce, two of the most popular young people in the city, were quietly married today by Dr. Fred Stanton, D.D., at the Park View Church. What a pity! Nellie's freckles have vanished. Ryland seems perfectly disgusted. Fred looked worn out on account of his argument with a well known orator on the subject, Evolution, A Fact, No longer a Theory. Beulah Wright and Wilbur West sang a duet entitled: I'd Just As Well Rob the Cradle as Rock The Grave . Beulah had at last lost that boyish bob and had substituted a per-