Fayetteville High School - La Famac Yearbook (Fayetteville, NC)

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r1nl1t'l0t'l0fll'lf'lI'lIIHUUFINOHGDDDUUHUG flhl'ITtTll'H'lNl1T'll'!0Dl'1l'lHhhflflflfiflllflflflfl , , XX Days later, coming back to America by way of the Panama Canal, I found Carl Downing working at the locks. On Miami Beach I see Louise Evans, noted film star, out strolling. She has just finished her latest picture, My Nllise Cracks, directed by Daniel Monroe, assisted by Wicklitfe Smith. Further down the beach I see Nannie Allen and Magoline McDaniel featuring in diving and water stunts. Walking down town I saw a small shoppe with the sign, Mlle. Janoske, Imported Spike Heels. I heard music somewhere, and as I looked I saw a band playing in front of 'iJordan's Follies. In huge electric lights I saw that Daisy Mae Webb was singing tonight. I went in, and preceding the Prima Donna were several small acts, the first was ten cents to see the fat women. I paid ten cents, and who should I see but Pauline Gilliam 'and Frances Bulla. In the next act, Ione Brown came on singing, You never can tell what a red headed man will do, and whom should she lead by the hand but Hoxie himself, somewhat aged but his head as red as ever. Going on along the street I passed a restaurant, uCl'Ok91' Bros. Cooking. I was hungry, but I 4lidn't stop for it looked as if IVollie and T. C. would prosper just as well without me. The next day every one was hurrying to a football game-I went too, and who should come running on the Held leading his team but Captain Bill Cambell, while the baud was playing those ideal old strains of Washington and Lee Swing. Sitting on the front row was Jensi Schoot watching his every move. living up to her reputation, Hero Worship, Leaving the game, I saw Hester Mt-Lean in the crowds. Later on, down town, I saw Mary Shaw Bryan selling red crosses on the street corner. Eagerly buying a bunch from her was Howard Alligood, author of the famous novel, The Lost Jewel. YVaiting at the curb was his car, and driving for him was James Dempsey. That night I rode, into an amusement park and the iirst thing I saw was Fred Potter selling Hot Dogs and other temperatured animals, Doing trapeze stunts in the air were Ruby Carver, Elizabeth Turlington, and Fannie Fleisliman. I came back by Curtis Field and there I saw Jack Crane, noted aeroplane ace. In Milledgeville, Ga., I see Scott Kelly, head warden at the U. S. Insane Asylum, Happily married and living in the same town is Kathleen Bullock. Kate Smiley is serving as reporter for the Atlanta, Jnzrrzml. Coming through Raleigh I see Janie McKethan. capable secretary, in the otiice of the Governor. In the Capitol I see Henry Tatum, State Senator. Almas Bryant is helping her husband boost and run the Capitol Cafe. Assisting her is Maggie Bryant. On my way back to the Old Home town I see Nellie Back running a XVaysido Inn. In Fayetteville I see Malone Johnson selling fresh vegetables under the Ole' Market House. Everything faded from my sight, I saw nothing, neither did I hear the sound of music, the noise of heavy traliic, nor did I hear drip-drip-drip of the rain, in the early night. My fire had burned out. I was surrounded by darkness. I was cold and stiff, I walked to the window and as I drew the curtain the morning star in the east silently faded from the sky and the first streak of dawn took its place. At the beautiful coloring that lit the heavens above I sighed, then realized the end of my dream had come. Truly, it had turned out to be a, night I would never forget for this night I had a glimpse into the lives of my deanclassmates, one and alllof them. Some rich, some poor, some sorrowed, and some free, but as a whole all we1'e happy-yes happy, made so partially by the four years spent in dear ole' F. H. S. , Gnonralw Glminv, Class Prophet. 'Nf -.- ht fl.lUlJUUULlUuLtuuuUuuuLlLlUuLlUUU UU l.lLlLILlLluuuuUtJUUlJULlULlLll.llJ ULI UU Twenty-five

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Xi nI1l'1fH'lf1t lf'lf1I1l'Il1fIf1l'lfIY10t1f'H'lDhlIDDnh Xhl'lhl'1hl'1l1l'l!'Ihhl'll'1hI'tNhf1I'IflhhhhI'H'l ., 5: Prophecy HE tire was burning lowf throwing soft lights into the darkened room. The curtains at the windows were drawn. I pulled my chair before the tire. I could hear the howling of the wind, the monotonous fall of the rain, at first gently, then torrential: I seemed to sink within myself. There came the premonition that this might turn out to be a night I should never forget. Drip-drop-drip-drop, would the storm never cease?-I had been restless enough before the storm came on and now that steady, slow drip-dripvdrip. Ah, but I must close my mind to it. As I sat there, gazing into the burning coals, a face seemed to smile out into mine. As I peered more closely I realized it was an old schoolmate of mine, Franklin Averitt, and President of my class when a Senior in High School. He was speaking. To me? Oh no, but before the Congress of the United States-yes, he was President of this Good old America. As he finished, music softly arose, and looking down in front I saw Treva Porter leading the orchestra. Looking over the Con Norris Vallindinghanl with his-no he is still single. NValklng up the aisle I saw Patil taking great pleasure in ushering in these great men. Coming out of the Capitol I saw George O'Hanlon, Jr., the most famous lawyer the known. He looked rather fatigued as he had just concluded an outstanding case of gressmen, I saw Riddle, a page, world has ever the year-Man garet Adams suing Leighton Huske, Beech-nut King, for taxation on chewing gum. Back in the city I see a huge oltice and seated at a desk is Richard Upton, President of the Great Atlantic and Pacific Tea Company. Taking dictation by his side is Priscilla NVichard. On the street I meet Henry Anderson, coming out of a publisher's building. He has just published his book, The Easiest Way to Get By. Buying an evening paper, I read the headlines, Jessie Weisieger Has Awakened After Two Years Sleeping Sickness. I was roughly pushed aside and Duncan Rogers came up to me and holding out the paper he asked, What causes that? In a window I see For Sale a painting John of Arc by Helen Theofield. I learn that Annie Underwood is teaching in Central High School and coaching basketball while Elizabeth Brown is the Director of Music. Going down to the docks I saw Captain Frank XVest boarding his ship. I recognized two passengers, Thomas Badger, United States Ambassador to France, and his wife, formerly Dorothy Pinkston. I visited the lValter Reed Hospital to see Dorothy Franck, head nurse and there, I learned that Dr. Kent Ewing was head surgeon. Orion Olive was in training there. Passing on into the country, I see a small schoolhouse, and there Stands Edward Benas, his dreams fulfilled at last, for he is the Principal. Pauline Bullard is also teaching here. Further on, I see a young lady, Elizabeth Blue, complaining because one of the tires of her brand new Ford has gone dat. I entered a cafe, and on the tables were small placards, Lectures on The World's Most Diflicult Math Problems, Blanche Fisher and Francis Tyler. Susan Graddy is the charming hostess of this cafe. Dancing in the chorus I recognize Kathleen Scott, Rene Nunnery, Alice Wilkes and Lucile Jones. ' Coming out I see Jarvis Jones, sitting in his car with a young girl. Evidently he has changed from his woman-hating for he has his arm around the dainty miss. Talking to them is Alton Hayes, mayor of the small town. Any moment I was looking for a rowdy cowboy to come galloping into town, and sure enough there wus one, Connor Holland. Going into Detroit I see where Albert Melvin has purchased the Ford Manufactures. Stopping at the Beleviderc Hotel, I am greatly surprised to find Paul XVest is the proprietor. Ho had engaged for thc coming week Eleanor Hollinshed, The Rolls Rfoyn-e Girl, to dance there. Later on, I was on a boat sailing for Europe. On the same ship was Luiusden Bundy, Professor of Psychology, and Bert Townsend his assistant and secretary. In Paris I sec Marion Ruthcrg in thc ruins of the C'atht-drals. st-arching for antiques. Further ou in my travels in Egypt, I sce Fairly Undo, ownt-r of a large farm in the Nile lh-lta, and workin: on his farm was Harvey liutlor. Un thc sire:-ts of Cairo I saw Franc:-s Pope looking for a copy of Show Mi- tht- Way to Go llomcf' lflvidt-utly sho was lost. C0lNlll4'lll1l-I trips at-ross tht- desi-rt were Robert lb-Vane and Clarence Bogran. both dn-ss--tl in tlowing robes. Who was this riding down the street? Why Eleanor Stedman and they rall hor Cleopatra II. Teuchilltr English ill U10 Egyptian School was Alec-n Cashwell. uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUULIUUUUUUUU Ticcnly-four

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IiilflflflI'lfli'll1l'll'lllf'll'll'lI'll'lflf'll'll1l'1l'l0Il UHFII1DITHUTIIWUHDDDHDDIYDUNDDFIDH Last Will and Testament E, the Seniors of Fayetteville High School, city of Fayetteville, State of North Carolina, with the realization that our high school days will soon be over, do take this means of disposing of some of the treasures we have collected during our high school careers. Realizing as we do the great value of the aforesaid treasures, we do charge our legatees to guard them as they would their lives. In our years of high school we have accumulated a great number of the more valuable assets of life and these we do bequeath as follows: SEc'r1oN I, AR1'IC'I.E I To F. H. S., our Love and Loyalty. Sizcriox I, ARTICLE II To the Faculty, our thanks for their cooperation and untiring efforts in leading us through our maze of studies. SECTION I, AR'FIClI.lE III To Mr. A. E. Martin. our thanks for his well illustrated lessons on Arctic Life, SECTION I, AIiTIC'LE IV To Mr. Howell, our appreciation for his periodic inspections. SECTION I, ARTICLE V To Mr. MacNeel, our hopes that he may some day awaken some interest in keeping up the school grounds ami that he will have every body out of the halls on time. Siscriox II, An'rlcl.12 I To the Students of Fayetteville High School, we bequeath several hundred neatly carved desks, with our hopes that they will prove to be as entertaining to them as they have been to us. To the Juniors, we bequeath what we have left of Miss Kirkpatrick. May she teach you much, French. With Mademoiselle we also leave quite a few well written tin Englishj and illustrated French readers. To the Sophomores we leave our desire for a passing mark. To the Freshmen, our endearing sympathy for what they have ahead of them. To Mr. Paton, our thanks, and the advice that he have his photographing outtit insured before he takes the pictures of the class of '2Sl. To Tony and Will. all the gum we have so joytully deposited beneath our respective desks. . Slitvllox III, Ali'l'lL'l.E I Certain members of the class of '28 have such valuable ami distinctive possessions as to necessitate the individual disposition of said possessions. These are as follows: I, Henry Anderson, do will and bequeath to any one crazy enough to take it. the honor of being Editor-in-Chief of the L.x F.xM.w with all its trials and tribulations. I, Margaret Adams, do will and bequeath my ability to chew gum louder than any other member of the Senior Class to Betty McNeill. I, Thomas Badger, do will and bequeath my ability to bum rides to Snook Tew. I, Mary Shaw Bryan, do will and bequeath my ability to collect rings from un- suspecting and innocent little boys to Lucy Hall. I, Connor Holland, do will ami bequeath to Lucille Gaim-y my title ot' 'Most Studious St-nior.' Since l cannot take him with me, l, Eleanor Stedman. do will ami bequeath Jerome Clark to any romance aspiring young lady who can get him. I, Frances Pope, do will aml bequeath my quiet and stndious ways to Mary Mt-Baie. I, Georgia Gilkey. do will and bequeath my influence with Mr. MacNeel to Link 1'owcrs. tlIe'll need it!AEditor.l 'l'ircn ly-xi.r I, ,WY X --.H ........ 2 UtJUUl.tLlUl.lUL.lULlUt.lULlUULIUUuUULlUUUifj UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUULIUU