Goldsboro High School - Gohisca Yearbook (Goldsboro, NC)

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THE TARPITUR CLASS HISTORY One afternoon 1 took a walk and started down town. On my way I happened to pass by the familiar red brick high school building. On passing this building 1 began to realize how soon my association with it would be ended. Would I be sorry or glad, and would my memories be pleasant or not? Thus musing 1 seemed to see 85 pupils coming into the guilding green as the leaf that grows with a rose. As they entered some went one way and some went another. None of them knew what they were supposed to do or where to go. A bell rang and you should have seen them get into a room just so they wouldn’t be late. This has been ore of the fine qualities of our class: always being on time. A second bell rang and we had been told to go to study hall, so into it we went; within two minutes another bell rang, so out of it we came. Mr. Hamrick came up to our room and asked us why we didn’t go to study hall as were told; we said we had been hut a bell rang so we went back to our room. Needless to say, it was the joke of the school for a long time but we were good sports and let them tease. As Freshmen, with Dawson Slaughter as our President, we began to make a name for ourselves. Esther Crowson won for us the Red Cross prize on the best four- minute talk. Six members of our class entered the Triangular Debate. Beginning pretty soon! As Sophomores, with Evelyn Wilkins as our President, we first shone in de¬ bating and Elizabeth Edwards and Evelyn Wilkins represented us at Chapel Hill. We had a few members to go out for basketball, but not much progress was made. At Christmas time of our second year we lost a member of our class who thought she would ratheer teach than be taught; she therefore took unto herself a husband. This was Dora Mae Fulghum. As Juniors we had many a mission to fill. We first showed up fine in basket¬ ball and won the loving cup, which was given by the 1920-1921 faculty. To win this cup we had to beat all the other classes in high school. The Freshmen beat us one game and all the others we won. Our strongest opponents were the Sophomores, who by hard struggling were overcome. Next came the debate. Three members en¬ tered and two won out in the first preliminaries but lost in the second. Too bad! but it gave us good practice. Next came the Junior Play, which was given to make money to provide good things for “those Seniors” to eat. It was a big success, thanks to Miss Summerell who coached us. Then came the big thing of the year, the Junior-Senior Banquet.” On May 8, 1921 the Junior Class honored the Seniors with a banquet. The auditorium was de¬ corated in pink and green, the Junior colors, and yellow and white, the Senior colors. I he table was in the shape of an “S” and had rambler roses with field daisies on it. Everyone seemed to have a good time. All the prepared toasts were good and at the conclusion of these we had some humorous extemporaneous ones which were very enjoyable. The eats were well prepared, served and eaten. The souvenirs were yellow caps and noise makers. The last surely did fulfill their mission for there was plenty of noise with the other things. Guests were provided with bags ot confetti, which increased both the noise and the fun. All the guests left with bright faces, looking as though they had all enjoyed it. Twenty Six

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CLASS POEM Nineteen hundred and twenty two. Can it be that thou art here;. Classmates, tell me, are we Seniors? We were freshmen yesteryear. It is true then we are Seniors I remember now how we Strayed together through the green fields Down beside the Freshman Sea. Then, methinks, see in fancy, As we struggled in the night, With a zeal that filled our beings, Sophomores winning in the fight. I recall too, now, quite clearly, We were juniors yest erday; By what magic, lucky comrades, Are we now at Senior Bay? Fleet is time! His years are moments; Lo! .While I stood musing thus, Word has come from our commander, The end has come, so part you must. We must part then, classmates, comrades; Goodbye must be said today, ‘Ere ‘tis said a toast I’ll give you To bind us fast for aye and aye. Here ' s health to you! Here ' s wealth to you! But that ' s not all the story Here’s wrong to right, ! Here ' s might to fight! On comrades, on to glory. —William Heeden ’22 Twenty Five

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Next, our last, and best year, we came into the high school as full fledged Seniors knowing it all. We felt as though we were “it” and no other class had ever been as good as the class of 22. We somehow couldn’t get used to our teacher, Miss Nellie. I think it was because we were so used to a man teacher. Mr. Macaulay was our room teacher when we were Freshmen and Mr. Armctrong was our room teacher when we were Sophomores and Juniors. It naturally would be hard for us at first. Before long we were again at work holding up our good name. We were the first to own the scholarship cup, given by Mr. Lewis Giddens for the class having the highest scholarship. This year we have had six boys to go on the Varsity football team, and three girls to make the Varsity team of basketball. Then came the debate. Two Seniors made the school team and debated against Wilson. Now, that we are leaving, we begin to see so fully how little we really do know in comparison with how much we thought we did k r ow when we entered our Senior year, and thoughts of what seemed hardships become our most pleasant memories. —Weil ’22. Tweruv Sen n