Greenville High School - Tau Yearbook (Greenville, NC)

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Then, methought, I heard a batter, making quite unusual clatter, As of someone swiftly thumping basket-ball upon the floor. Why, I cried, ' tis Em ' ly truly, Em ' ly by that clatter duly .... Tell me, tell me, maiden, truly, e ' er you pass the open door. When, oh, when missed you the tip-off, out upon the warehouse floor? Quoth Miss Em ' ly, Never more! Now into the chamber dancing, breezed a slight young lady, prancing Quite as tho her head contained not knowledge by the yard and store. And she kept her thoughts unspoken, by her silence gave no token; For her calmness was unbroken, as bright Hennie passed the door. By the sighing caused from envy of her briUiancy ' s store. Merely this and nothing more. And the maiden next appearing, quick the glad assembly nearing. Was the lovely Mary Perkins, smiUng as before. As she came, to show the swaying of our hearts, I stood still, saying, She ' s an angel true allaying fears within our natures sore — A bright angel true allaying fears within our natures sore — Surely this forever more. Ah, distinctly we were hearing how our Annie Bet was nearing, And approached with flying footsteps soon the open chamber door. Eagerly we sought suspicion — what was Annie Bet ' s condition — Whether she di d yet petition knowledge in the way of yore — Knowledge sure, and searching knowledge, which she sought in days of yore- Knowledge sweet and nothing more. And the last to enter to us, one who gladly, sweetly knew us. Burning friendship with her goodness deep into our bosom ' s core. Was the Linda ever glowing with a beauty ever blowing And a friendship always sowing kindness world-wide regions o ' er; Yes, a friendship ever sowing kindness world-wide regions o ' er, Kindly, Linda, ever more. Thus we gathered in the night-time, saying it was just the right time For renewing pledges made so often in the days of yore ; Long and late we sat repeating, always, surely, time defeating; Yet, that very time entreating for a httle moment more, To renew unbroken friendship pledged thus in the days of yore. Friendship broken, never more!

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Then for all our quick beguiling, turning sadness into smiling, By her bright antl light decorum and the wittiness she bore, Came in quickly Fannie Bet, a lady known indeed far better As the Math and Latin getter, shining in this dullard ' s corps — Tell us whence thy witty sense is, ' mongst this dull, unthrifty corps? Quoth the lady, Never more! Long 1 marvelled next to see the like of nothing seen yet, either-; ' Deed, it sure a little oddness — Httle queerness, weirdness bore; For, with manly form decreeing great respect by merely being, Roy did stand so pleased at seeing all within the chamber door. Now so pleased at seeing others glad within the chamber door, Wanting more, ah, nevermore. Then the singing, sounding queer ly on the placid night, came nearly From without, as if some housewfe ' s gentle soul it did outpour. Nothing further then was uttered ; not a hanging then was fluttered — ' Till I scarcely more than muttered, Other friends have come before; Only she has added home-hfe, tho they all have come before. Modest Bruce said, Never more. As we sat and talked together, in that bright and cheery weather — Talked and talked of things that happened in the good old days before, In walked Edward, faithful ever, drawn by bonds time could not sever. Rushed we to him, falt ' ring never— for our Latin, as of yore. Rushed for him to read our Vergil, as we did in days of yore; Wise old Edward, ever more. Here at last our gaze was lifted by a light from heaven sifted; Doubtless, said I, goodness pours itself in boundless sunny store; . Yet, they tell me beauty reaches not the mark her wisdom teaches. While the very air beseeches Eva ' s fame to carry o ' er; For the accents of her praise do widely, broadly, greatly o ' er, As equaled never more. But the next the night enlight ' ning, all our bonds much stronger tight ' ning. Came Miss Lena Dey, a lady well-acknowledged o ' er and o ' er As — now, ' 20, cease thy bragging— candy cook the most unlagging. Ever surely ever bagging hearts by means of candy store. By her sweets, her sweets quite charming, grudging none her bounteous store. Cheerful giver, ever more. Then we sat engaged in guessing, each his hope so fond expressing; How we only wished that Lillian would come in the chamber door! And our wish was quickly granted; someone gladly, madly chanted That the earnest— here, she panted— lady came the threshold o ' er, And that Lillian merely wanted, after coming threshold o ' er, French to hear, oh, never more!

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PROPHECY Early in August, 1929, I was leaving France for home. Helen, Eva, and I had been there almost two years. They had been taking high postgraduate courses in piano, and I had been studying violin. But in June, Helen had left off her studies and married de Pourceaugnac, the most brilliant pianist of the decade. Eva had one more month before completing her course, and already she was trying to decide between two offers open to her ; one was a high position at Peabody Con- servatory, Baltimore, and the other, marriage to a most noble and handsome young Frenchman. The night before I was to sail, we three sat up quite late talking of home. As our work had been very heavy while in France, we had had little time for correspondence except with our immediate families, and we had gotten out of touch with most things that did not concern either our country or our relatives. That night we fell to wondering about our classmates — wondering what the last ten years had done for each of them. Of course we could imagine about where most of them were and about what they were doing, but we didn ' t have the very latest news of any of them. So I was appointed as a committee of one to look up each member of our High School Class of 1919 and report on them as soon as possible. I promised to do my best. Quite a while later, I wrote Madame de Pourceaugnac the following letter: My Deakest Helen: ' ' California, February 28, 1930. This is the letter I promised seven months ago to write you. I have written you quite often and told you much of my travels since reaching America, but the most interesting things that I have run up with, I have failed to mention, and intentionally, too. I am now ready to give a full account of our classmates of 1919. Let me begin at the beginning. Five days after I left France I arrived in New York, and Bessie, having learned of my coming, was at the wharf with her husband to meet me. My! My! But I was glad to see her. That afternoon, she took me out to her club— the Epi- curean Sporting Club, of which she is president and a most popular member. Then she said she had something to show me. So we went to the Hippodrome; and there was Ruth, the biggest hit on the program, doing fancy dancing and ice- skating. She is simply wonderful. Don ' t you remember how she used to rave in school over the cute chorus girls that came to White ' s, and how she wished she were one? After the show, Bessie gave a dinner, and we had a most deUghtful time. She enjoys hfe as thoroughly as of old, and I was so glad to see her the little time I did. I would have loved to have stayed longer, but felt that I just had to get home as soon as possible, and I had to stop in Philadelphia on business, too. The next day, while walking down Chestnut street in that city, a sign which read, Madame Henriette de Philomele, French Milliner, caught my eye. The windows were so attractive and the hats in them so good-looking, I could not help but go in. While I was being waited on, someone came up behind me and, taking me by the shoulders, turned me square around. And with whom should 1