Goldsboro High School - Gohisca Yearbook (Goldsboro, NC)

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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

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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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PROPHECY OF 1922 My last exam was over, tluj end of my high school days had come. Tomorrow we would know our fate--had we passed or had we failed—would we leave this dear old school, after eleven years of hard labor, with credit or would they flunk us? These thoughts and others like them crowded my troubled brain. On reaching home l flung myself on my couch for a few minutes’ rest, hoping to get needed couragd and strength to meet tomorrow. Somehow, but I know not how, somewhere, but I know not where, 1 suddenly found my¬ self in a strange city meeting people face to face who were indeed strangers to me and yet possessing some features that brought to my mind friends that 1 had met long ago. Musing on these strange faces and wondering who they could be, and wondering even more how I got into this strange city, I found myself near a theater and I went in. Could it he possible that this ballet dancer who was occupying the center of the stage was an old friend of mine? So jazzily did she dance, so cunningly did she sing, that 1 looked twice and much to my astonishment I saw that this dazzling star of the “Broadway Whirl” was; none other than my old friend. Maude Hunter, the dignified, blushing one of 1922. Ye gods, how times have changed! Before I could recover myself sufficiently Maude disappeared from the stage. I walked to the stage entrance hoping to see this jazz artist, when I was encountered by a decrepit old janitor who gruffly asked, “What’s your business?” As he spoke he waved his hands in the air wildly. This gesture amused me and also reminded me of- - - of - - - who was it that always waved his hands when he made an English talk? Oh yes, of course 1 remembered. 1 gave one long stare and was fully convinced that this was old Tommy Campen. Think of Tommy’s having come to this! We talked a few minutes and he told me that all his life he had followed Maude and now in his old age he was happy because he could see her act every day. He told me also that Gladys Harris was the manager of this show. She was very successful in all her entertainments. 1 was awfully glad to hear about her. I soon left the theater and wandered on down the street. What is that yelling about? Is somebody being killed? 1 followed the sound as best I could and finally saw a little hot dog stand with a huge man standing behind the counter yelling, “Soup, nice soup, who wants any? I’ve got hot dogs, right this way—how many hot dogs ladies? Here is a lady—how many hot dogs, lady?” 1 hadn’t had a hot dog in years; in fact, I hadn’t seen a hot dog since my high school days. Of course I got one, and while I was eating, the “hot dog man” stared at me and talked to himself eveery few minutes. Soon another customer came up, and in the course of conversation I heard the man say, “Here, Mayo, you owe me three cents. Mayo - - - where had I heard the name? Soon he gave a big laugh, and in a minute I saw it was Louis Mayo. How ]ueer it seemed to have Louis selling soup and hot dogs—and they were good too. as good as the ones on John Street in old Goldsboro. Louis asked me if I had heard the news about Virginia Graham. Of course I hadn t, so he told me that she had been elected President of the LJnited States on the Bolshevik ticket. 1 hope the discussion of the League of Nations didn ' t cause her to lose most of her sense. Surely something was the matter. Even then we were proud to have a member of ' 22 as a leader of the people. I traveled on down the street and l saw a huge crowd gathering on the corner. I went up to see what the excitement was, and I saw a woman standing on a box selling something. Every now and then I caught a few words, and finally I saw it was “Mixon’s Cure-all” guaranteed to remove corns, cure sore throat, heal carbuncles, and reduce flesh. 1 went up and spoke to Ina, and she was so glad to see me that she presented me 1 with a box of her medicine. Needless to say. I’ve been well ever since. 1 stopped at a little news stand and bought a paper. In the advertisement column I saw this atl. Wanted A man. On reading further I found these words: “I want a man, any kind of man, just so he has blue eyes. See Esther Crowson. Evidently Esther’s “matrimonial obligations” had been neglected. The next thing in the paper that caught my eye was the large headline, “Big Minstrel.” Car y. Maxwell had a combined minstrel and iashion show. Among the names in the cast I re¬ cognized those of Glennie laylor, Louise Robinson, Flora Hill, and Virginia Earp. Cary was having a chance to say now all the funny things he could not say in class. 1 was glad he had Ins reward. Twenty Eight