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

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aff, Eat , W. .sg '-...fi - 'Z f 'ai' MARY FRANCES WILLIAMS Athletic Asso., 1, 2, 3, 43 Dramatic Club, 2, 3, 4g Glee Club, 4, Tennis Clulb, 1, Patrician Club, 3, Le Cercle Francais, 4 Basketball Team, 4. RENNIE WILLIAMS Glee Club, 3, 4, President, 4, Spotlight Staif, 45 It Can't Be D 0 n e g Miss Cherryblossomng Foldero1 g Follies of ,28 g Athle- tic Asso., 1, 2, 3, 4, Orchestra, 2, 33 Statistics, 45 Ass't. Pianist Boys' Glee Club, Dramatic Club, 4. She's just that which is neatest, completest, and sweetest. A dear little, cute little, sweet little girl. MARGARET WINDER Editor Spotlight, 4, Debate, 3, 4, Le Cercle Francais, President, 4, Patrician Club, 33 President, Phi, President, 1, 23 Athletic Asso., 1, 2, 3, 45 It Can't Be Done g Glee Club, 3, 43 Student Librarian, 4g Statistics, 4. NINA TURNER Athletic Asso., 33 C. C. C. Her duties well prepared, her days well spent. AUGUSTA WALKER Phi, 2, Patrician Club, 33 Le Cercle Francais, 45 Athletic Asso., 2, 3, 43 Dram- atic Club., 3, 42 Glee Club, 43 Spotlight Business Manager, 45 Statistics, 4. To know her is to love her, to name her is to praise. DORA WELLS Athletic Asso., 1, 2, 3, 43 C. C. C., 43 Basketball Squad, 1, Team, 2, 3, 43 Cap- tain, 4, Le Cercle Francais, 43 Statis- tics. 4. She is ever a good sport and a true friend.

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fs fefvfw as nmifzzcffzz swag fe S-N 1... .2 fl- aa.: ' V S Glass fprophesig We went down by Pluto's inferno, To see our classmates there Some were shovelin' coal in the furnace How we laughed to see 'em cuss and swear. The first person we encounter is Russell Evans. He was usually first in every en- terprise on earth and he keeps up his record. He was such a good student back at E. C. H. S. that we fail to see why he should be made to answer silly questions till the end of time. His blond, bespectacled questioner looks strangely familiar and many of the questions are en francais. What horrid deeds did Teen-da, Maret, Glenna and Susie commit? Our sweet candy girls must stand here eternally and implore little boy spirits to stop snitching candy. But all their pleadings are in vain. Next we see through the mist and steam, Hugh Sawyer, known on earth as Tubby. As soon as we come within his range of vision he greets us as joyfully as a spirit could greet mortal visitors. His punishment, he tells us is lending notebook paper to boy spirits. Not a single girl among them! He drys a furtive tear at this point. Dora, Margaret Simpson, Ida Catherine, Mary Frances and Mary Heath play a never ending game of basketball with some Hertford spirits who have the lead by only a few points. What a punishment! This looks pleasant. It seems to be a banquet scene. Not the one from Macbeth but the one of J. A. Jones. Honey Johnson is making an after dinner speech and he does not look exactly happy. Pauline Deans and Leon are among those seated around the festive board and they are supremely miserable because of their inability to interrupt. Rennie, Mary Raper and Ruth Davenport are as inseparable in spirit as they used to be on Burgess Street in the old days. As they pass we overhear allusions of Ubumming to Hertford. We stop them and they tell us that for the last ten years they have been trying to hook a ride to that fair metropolis but so far they have been unsuccessful. What is this fearful clamor? Thru the steam and mist gallops Pluto's mighty black steeds in gay trappings. They have been borrowed esp-ecially for this occasion. the driver, Sybil Alexander, tells us. She wields the powerful seven passenger chariot as if she were accustomed to it. She is accompanied by the girls upon whom we always depended to keep the class of '30 upon an even keel. Oh, how they have changed! ! Wilma Tillett greets us effusively and wants to know what we are doing in Hades in our mortal forms. We tell her that for years we have sought trace of our former classmates and seem to have at last found their rendezvous. Martha Berry sits in the back of the chariot, swinging her feet, and singing in a high squeaky voice that old favorite 'Tm No Man's Mama Now. Thelma Cartwright and Millicent Harris jump out and give us a demonstration of The Hades Hop which they have just mastered after a thirty day course. Hazel Silverthorne sits quietly on the floor of the chariot and slyly eats all the cakes from the lunch baskets. We think her punishment rather light until we remember that she didn't like pink frosted cakes. At this juncture Rachel Miller comes puffing up. She declares that Martha pushed her off the chariot as they were rounding a sharp curve. But her same old sunny nature overcomes any hard feelings and Everybody's Happy. with many good-byes and a couple of ancient Ntoodle-oos thrown in, they take their noisy departure. We proceed on our journey in a thoughtful mood. More than ever before we realize that it never pays to be good all the time. Just see what they received! As we stroll along Asbestos Alley we peruse the guidebook and find that the pun-