Goldsboro High School - Gohisca Yearbook (Goldsboro, NC)

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JUST SENIORS Then after another brief spell of darkness I saw dear ' 26 emerging triumphant from the perils of the freshman year; in fact we had actually won the Giddens Scholarship Cup, having made the highest record m scholarship during the entire year. Good for you old 26! After that we bade dear G. H. S. goodbye for three happy, carefree months. It was no time, however, before I saw us back again, with only a few of our number missing, feeling quite important this time as we were no longer mere Freshmen but Sophisticated Sophs . Endeavoring not to let this important fact go to our heads, we determined to struggle on and bring more honors to our class. Something was lacking though in this scene; what was it? Why of course, our dear Mr. Emery was missing, but in his place was a strange, good-looking young man whom we soon found out was Mr. Leftwich, our new principal. As Sophomores, we again found MissKornegay there to guide and help us over the rough places. Then one scene quickly followed another; though nothing of very much importance seemed to be taking place. But several times there flashed by pictures of different members of our class taking part in athletics. Though most of them were on the scrub teams, it is true some few had reached the coveted position of being on the regular teams. The next scene of any importance found us again leaving G. H. S. to enjoy our well-earned holiday and once more we were proudly carrying away the Giddens Scholarship Cup. The scenes stopped then for awhile and I was beginning to think that that was the end, when suddenly there we all were back at school. Our ranks seemed considerably thinner this time, but there were a goodly number of us yet, who undaunted were ready to conquer Geometry and any other bug-bear which might loom up on the horizon of our Junior year. Instead of Juniors though, we seemed to be acting as Freshmen. When I looked around again I observed even the Seniors having a mighty hard time to retain their dignity under the trying situation; for old G. H. S. had been added-on-to and remod- eled so that we— who thought we knew every nook and cranny by heart— were as much at a loss as to how to get around as were the greenest of the Freshmen. However as soon as we became accustomed to the changes we liked them, for now there was plenty of elbow room. The scenes then passed so rapidly that I could hardly keep track of them. Once again we had Miss Kornegay together with Mr. James, one of the new teachers, to help us with the various Junior undertakings. I next saw us ordermg our rmgs and then after a great many delays proudly showing them to the rest of the school. Then I beheld G. rt. b. m the midst of football season which of course meant that 26 was there too, many ot our class not only taking part but starrmg m the games. The following scene showed us hard at work over the Junior Play, and then the night of triumph flashed by when Seventeen was known by all to be more successful, financially as well as dramatically, than anyot the past Tumor Plays And then the most important scene of all took shape. I saw a large crowd gathered together around long tables m a lovely peach orchard. Everyone was so dressed up that it took me sometime to recognize the jolly Juniors together with our superior classmates, the Seniors. And the orchard turned out to be no other than the old auditorium so diked up that it didn ' t even know itself. This then was the long looked- forward-to, planned-for, and hard-worked-for Junior-Senior Banquet. Just as 1 had finished solving this mystery, I saw a little fellow arise way down at the end ot one ot the tables and start a speech of welcome to us. Our toastmaster— Haywood Lynch ! Just at this moment the scene was rudely pushed out and another one poked itself before my eyes- one which I wasn ' t a bit glad to see, for it showed us leavmg behind all the good times ot our Junior year and ready to start out on our last vacation. School days once more and I saw us all gathered together for the last lap of our journey. Sixty-eight Seniors, the largest number of any of the preceding classes, and so for the first time in the history of G. H. S. the Senior Class was divided. Miss Nellie, • Page 23 •

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JUST SENIORS J isJtorp of ttje Clasisi of ' 26 CLASS historian ! My, what a job had been thrust upon me ! I realised this more fully when I glanced at the clock on the mantel, only to find that two hours had passed since I sat down at my desk with this momentous task staring me in the face. And with what result — only the waste ' basket, at my side, filled to the brim with unfinished beginnings. Somehow it seemed impossible for me to recall the facts of our high school life. I gave a sigh of dispair as I crumpled up another sheet of paper in disgust and wearily glanced around my study. The room was certainly suitable for the writing of the class history, for practically everything in it was closely connected with old G. H. S. In one corner of the room stood the book-case, literally filled with my old text books; over the mantel was the blue and white pennant of G. H. S. ; and on the table were my kodak and a scrap-book crammed with things collected during m yHigh School career. At length my eyes stopped at a stack of old Tarpiturs on my desk. Here was the result of the work and toil of past historians, and now it was up to me to add another volumne to that collection — the history of the famous class of ' 26. I could appreciate to the fullest those records, indicative of many hours of mental anguish on the part of the authors. At the end of this survey I realised that the house was deathly quiet and then I remembered that everyone else had gone to bed, leaving me undisturbed to my work. How I envied them snug in their beds, for I also was tired and sleepy. I dropped my head down on my desk to give my weary brain a much needed rest, when suddenly the scene completely changed. I saw myself in the midst of a group of boys and girls, all laughing and talking. Why there was Pie Smith;thenas I looked again I realised that it was the dear old class of ' 26 with just a few exceptions. But somehow they all looked different; what was the matter? Why they seemed so much younger. Just as I was puz2;ling over this, I heard a group of older boys and girls as they passed by laugh and say, Law, look at the Freshmen: aren ' t they tiny? And then it suddenly dawned on me that I was a Freshman again. Was I sorry? No, I was thrilled to death ! Just at this time, the scene changed and I beheld us all trooping into the building and going into Miss Kornegay ' s room. There we listened eagerly to her, patiently explaining the mysteries of the unknown and advising us, who so terribly needed advice, how to make the most of our high school life. The scene shifted again and I saw us starting off our career with a vim, for we were giving a party in the auditorium to the teachers. We always were a diplomatic bunch, and this time we had managed to kill two birds with one stone — get on the good side of the teachers and have a grand time all in one. The scenes began to pass rapidly now and I soon saw us all gathered around a big bonfire roasting weenies. Well do I remember the picture of that good time! The next thing I knew a dark cloud had arisen on the otherwise clear horizon and every- thing became pitch dark. What did it mean? Exams of course; I should have known it. Even exams couldn ' t down us, for the majority of us managed to get by — even if it was by the skin of our teeth, and everything became bright and sunny again. Mr. President, honorable judges, and most worthy opponents ! Yes, there was our class in the midst of the debates ; losing once and winning once ' 26 showed the rest of the school that it had to be taken into account. •4 Page 22

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JUST SENIORS who has been a true friend and advisor to the Seniors of the past, was there with her same sweet smile to greet part of us, while the rest were placed under the guidance of Mrs. Middleton, who, though a stranger, won our hearts on that first day. About this time I heard a disturbing noise, which completely routed the scene. I sat up with a start; where was I? I saw to my amazement that I was in my own study. But that noise — it then dawned on me that my clock was doling out the hour of twelve. I gave a sigh of relief, for the three years of my High School were as clear to me as if I had really in that short time lived through them again. And all that was necessary for me to do now was to write down the happenings of our past three years as I saw them — which is just what I have done. Now to go on with the events of our Senior year. Two of the thmgs which will stand out in the minds of every Senior are our football and basketball seasons, for it ' twas then that not only G. H. S. but the Senior class really shone. Our football squad under the captain-ship of Howard Simmons went far into the championship series, but was finally defeated by the Rocky Mount eleven. The football season being over, we threw ourselves with a vim into the round of basketball games and here again Goldsboro excelled, for this time we reached the Eastern semi-finals and bowed in defeat only to Durham, the last year ' s state champions. The day after that memorable game at Chapel Hill, the Seniors read with pride an article in The Tar Heel in which we found that Howard had been selected for the first all-state team, and Paul Gilliken had made the second. Though athletics filled a large part of our thoughts, we were careful to reserve room for our cherished project. Just Seniors, and much of our time during the fall months was spent in planning and working on it. Has it been worth while? We can all see for ourselves. When December came we realized it was up to us to have a Christmas pageant, for that had long been an established Senior custom. Determined to have one which would be a credit to us we set to work, and on the Friday before the Christmas holidays we gave m the auditorium m shadow pictures the scenes of the Nativity. When the holidays were over we came back to Goldsboro Hi to start on the last lap of our journey. The first obstacle which stared us in the face was exams. But time, which is the cure of all ills, passed rapidly and soon we could look back on them as nothing more than -a bad dream. A short while after this goes to press, the Seniors will begin work on a Senior play, the proceeds of which will go to help pay for Just Seniors. After our play is over we will have two more events to look forward to: one, the Junior-Senior Banquet; the other, commencement, when we shall sadly bid dear G. H. S. good-bye and each of us go out into the world to strive to reach the goal which he has set for himself. ■ Page 24}a-