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

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SIUNIIYII' ILIIGGIHHT LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT OF THE SENIOR CLASS 1 9 3 8 VVe, the Senior Class of l38, realizing that what comes in must go out, have finally, after much sorrowing and grieving, given up our position in this haven of advanced education, so that those following us may become more learned. The Senior Class hereby bequeaths with many regrets the following articles, ARTICLE I. To The Class of ,392 1. Our beloved staterooms, l, 2, and 12, on the port side of the old ship, where we have weathered many storms. 2. Our chief-mates, lst lXIate Gordon, 2nd iXIate lNIoore, and 3rd KIate Calloway, who also have weathered a few storms. 3. The privilege of getting seasick on one-session days. ARTICLE II. To The Chief-llatesz l. A week's vacation in which to recuperate from the past voyage. 2. The privilege of saying with much pride a few years hence: VVhy, that gob used to swab decks below me! ARTICLE III. To Captain Bundy: 1. The problem of finding a more able or seaworthy crew. ARTICLE IV. To the good ship itself, we leave: 1. Discarded chewing-gum on the under-side of the state-room furniture. 2. Fondly carved works of art on said furniture. ARTICLE V. Bobby Overman leaves his job of personal maid to Chief-Slate Gordon to Emmett Ingram. ARTICLE VI. Klarion Cooke Foreman leaves her discontinued string to Elda VValker. ARTICLE VII. Hugh Marr leaves his dictatorship to Levin Burgess Culpepper. ARTICLE VIII. Bedie, Bessie, and INIartha Ann bestow their drum-majoring talents tif anyll upon their successors. ARTICLE IX. Jeanne Armstrong leaves her excess fat to Pearl Sawyer. ARTICLE X. Robert Andrews' masculinity is very kindly left to -Iohn Hughes. ARTICLE XI. Thomas hlarkham leaves his oratorical ability to Frank Venters. ARTICLE XII. jack Jarvis leaves his power with the members of the opposite sex to Bob Gard. ARTICLE XIII. Ida Bland Overman leaves her heart to Baxter Slaughter. ARTICLE XIV. Bobby Foreman leaves his voice to Herbert johnson, and goes out into the world to seek his fortune as a ventriloquist dummy. ARTICLE XV. Raymond Sawyer leaves his knack of being a noisy pest to Harry Sheep. Having thus endowed these landlubbers with our most prized possessions, we hereby set our John Henries to this masterpiece, on this, the 8th day of April, in the year of our Lord, 1938. Chief Testator: VVitnessed By: RIARGARET HANNA. CHIEF TXIATE GoRnoN's 2nd period History Class.

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, SIDNUYII' lLlI1l5lHl'll' RIARY ADELL XVHITEHILL ICPILL!! Her fvoice is nefver lost. Nature Club, 2, Girl Reserves, 2, Beta Club, 4, Loudspeaker, 33 Sanitary Olficer, 1-2-3. ANNIE HENREATTER VVILDER 'KANNIEH Oh, blest is she fwhose unflouded ray Can make tomorrofw eheerful as today! Track Team, lg Home Economics Club, 2. DOROTHY HIAE VVILLIAKIS DOROTHY MAE The background of a good disposition is a face that's merry. Dramatic Club, 1, Home Economics Club, 1-2, Sanitary Officer, 1-35 Track Team, 1-2. RUTH ADELAIDE VVILLIANIS RUTH She does little kindnesses fwhich most leafve undone. Girl Reserves, 13 Hiking Club, 1, Glee Club, 1, Loudspeaker Stall, 25 Librarian, 3-4. VVILIXIA DEAN VVILLIANIS WILMA Wisdom is better than rabies. Beta Club, 3-45 English Assistant, 4. FLORENCE XVOODLEY HMULEYU Her fvery frofwns are fairer far Than smiles of other maidens are. Social Club, 1-2-35 Nature Club, 1-2, Vice-President Nature Club, 2, Loudspeaker Staff, 3, Beta Club, 4. VVILLIS S. VVRIGHT, JR. WILLIS His hair is his pride. Band and Orchestra, 1-2-3-4, Monogram Club, 4, Student Di- rector Band, 3, President of Band, 4.

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, SIINUYIFILIIGG-lHl1f CLASS PROPHECY The muddy yellow Waters of Soochow Creek were jammed with traffic-small sampans and junks that jostled and bumped each other as they swarmed about, too crowded together to make any headway at all. I stood on the little concrete bridge over the creek and watched the scene, fascinated. How much I had read of this, seen pictures of it, heard about it, even dreamed of some day seeing for myself the mysterious Land of Confucius. I never expected to ever visit China, yet here I was-actually in Shanghai, a veritable part of that teeming mass of humanity which is the Chinese race. Bly presence in the Far East was not one of necessityw-merely of curiosity, and a desire to become closer acquainted with the mysteries of the Orient. I had not been altogether disappointedg for although Shanghai is much like any large western city in construction, there is an undefinable air of mysticism about it, that gives one a queer, exciting thrill of anticipation. The Chinese will tell you that it is the spirits of their honorable ancestors , but whatever it is, it has a strange allure that you will never forget. You feel that at any moment you may come face to face with the mysterious, the unknown. Such was the feeling I had, as I left the bridge and climbed into a ricksha. The boy started off at a lively pace, and as I bounced over the cobblestones, I wondered if I would actually see anything of the mystic side of China during my sojourn there. VVe approached the Bubbling IVellg and for some reason, as I saw it, the words of a poem I had read long ago came to my mind, Oh dark and fllfffllj .vtezu from Irlelf, Ewr--nzystvrious, ewr-flowing Bubblirzg IVFII, If thou roufdst Sf7l'Ilf', 1L'llIlf could thou IFN? I called to the boy to stop. I had a queer notion that this antiquated cistern of black water could tell things. It must have been that the mystic breath of the old city, which I had felt so strongly, had taken pos- session of my reason. At that instant I did not doubt but that it was possible for supernatural things to happen in the Domain of the Buddhas. I walked over and gazed into the inky contents of the well. The bright Eastern sunlight made spark- ling patterns on the bubbly surface, I watched, fascinated, totally oblivious of the busy thoroughfare all around me. How long I stood thus I do not know. The enticing swells of the pool made myriads of whirls that became a part of my inner mind as I watched, set my brain to whirling like the water. Gradually, the patterns on the surface took shape and formed pictures of the turbulent panorama of my thoughts. I found myself thinking of people I had known, old friends and acquaintances. Distorted likenesses of their faces appeared to me in the water. Suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder-I looked up quickly, half expecting to see Buddha himself. A wrinkled old Chinaman stood beside me. His small, birdlike eyes were half-hidden in the saffron folds of his skin, and on his head was a black skull cap. He regarded my startled gaze with a gentle twinkle in his eyes. You seek message in Blubbling VVell? he asked, in a quaint voice that sounded exactly as if it belonged in the cool, dim shadows of a sacred temple. An excited shiver passed over me. VVhy, yes, I managed to say. I was wondering about my friends -what theyire doing now. The old man looked troubled. You lost-from friends? No, nof' I assured him. I mean my friends back home-in America. I havenit seen them for a long timed, VVell will tell you, said this old sage, nodding his head. 'fBlubbling IVell have much power. Here. He reached into the folds of his long garment and brought forth a queer looking pebble. Is heart of long dead ancestorf' he explained. Drop into VVell. He handed me the stone. I was a bit reluctant to handle the heart of this venerable Chinaman's predecessor, but nevertheless I accepted it and dropped it swiftly into the bubbling water. Now, concentlatef' said he. XVill leave lNIelican to musingsf' And before I could say anything, he shuffled off down the street. The queer well blubbledg a little faster than before, it seemed to me. I concentrated, as the old man had directed, and a whole picture formed in the swirling water. It was a brightly-lighted cabaret, and Thomas Nlarkham stood at the microphone as master of ceremonies. Gug Lombardo is leading the orches- tra, and among the players are two true Uvermans, Ida and Bobby. Quite a list of celebrities are there, too, enjoying the music-lNIarion Cooke Foreman, famous tragedienneg Harry Kramer, noted explorer, who has just discovered a new country south of the Anarctic Circle, IXIiriam VVhite, the famous artist, and lllartha Ann Scott, cooking expert for Good Housekeeping llagazine. The picture changes, theatres on Broadway appear. VVell, what's this- Tobacco Road still going strong? Yes, and Kathleen Shannonhouse has the leading role. Another theatre is staging a beautiful bal-