Grimsley High School - Whirligig Yearbook (Greensboro, NC)

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“But I know full well that this is not true; And I’m sure you will soon find out That the bugbear of growing up is not real, And there’s nothing to worry about. “For though there are bridges and ships to be built And pictures that have to be drawn, The joy of achieving is a full reward, And you’ll gladly go working on. “For each has a job in this big old world. The task will be to find it; So do not delay when you find the right wheel To put your shoulder behind it. “It’s not so much just what you do As the way you do it that matters,— But I must stop preaching and hasten home, Or my dress will be in tatters. “I hope that now you understand That the brain and heart grow too, And that real joy is found in the doing well Of the things intended for you.” Waving her hand, she flew off through the rain And I knew that all would be well; The key to happiness had surely been given, And I was glad to bid high school farewell. —JANICE STEWART BROWN. CLASS PROPHECY. WALLACE STAMEY, Chicago, III., May 26, 1948. My Dear Doctor:— I received a letter from Madame Jessica Brandt wd that I am in a position to give you some information concerning our former classmates. Miss Mary Poole is heading the Chemistry Department in our University and she has been instrumental in disproving all the former laws of Chemistry including “Edward’s Law,” and the atomic hypothesis. If she discovers the right combination of elements there is no doubt that she will rise still higher. Madame Wescott, who used to be known as Nell Wescott is now the director of the Carolina Sym¬ phony Orchestra and appeared here in a concert a few days ago. Several of the former high school girls assisted her including Miss Pauline Pettit and Miss Lois Moon who performed wonderfully on the mandolin. No doubt you have heard before how my first wife, formerly Miss Frances Gilliland was the first one to devise a plan by which we were able to communicate with other planets and later she discovered the new gas which enabled C. Guy Hagan to make the first flight to Mars. I received a etter from Madame Jessica Brandts who used to be known as simple Jessie Brandt. I find that she and the girl who used to be known as Frances Shaw and who is now Mrs. Fred Troxler, of San Fran¬ cisco, are successfully operating a “Woman’s Ready to Wear” shop. I might also add that Mr. Troxler is engaged in the business in the capacity of designer. Miss Linda Smith, although happily married, is still directing the English Department at the University of North Carolina. Probably now you realize that the University is mostly a girl’s school like most of the former great uni¬ versities. No doubt you will be surprised to hear that Lawrence Thomas is running a Cattery just out of Denver, Col. As furs are now very scarce, Mr. Thomas is running a cat ranch and the furs bring him $2.48 each. Garland Coble is running a “rattery,” next door. The rats are fed to the cats and the carcasses of the dead cats to the rats. It is a paying business.

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Of these we are justly proud. But let’s turn to something in which we’ve all taken part, something friv¬ olous, as the Hallow’een party given by the Seniors for themselves. The two important features as I remem¬ ber them were masquerading and plenty of ice cream cones. At the next party just before Christmas we in¬ vited the football boys who livened things up a bit and with our Christmas tree and peanut fortunes we had quite a nice time. Our next bits of foolishness were in trying to entertain in chapel. This helped both Senior rooms to re¬ lieve some of their pent up energy. First Miss Alexander’s room gave a clever devised, living edition of “Peter, Peter, Pumpkin Eater.” Then Miss Gressitt’s room presented something equally enjoyable, the mor¬ ality play, “Every Student.” A delightful evening was spent at the high school auditorium by many students and friends, when Mr. Hamlin Garland gave a lecture on “Life on the Middle Border.” Mr. Garland was brought here under the auspices of the Senior class. This was made possible by the efforts of Miss Alexander. Just now I must say to those of you not there that you missed a treat. Our second and higher pinnacle of prestige came at the Junior-Senior banquet given by the Juniors at the Country Club on the 16th of April. If the Juniors felt as we did, they never enjoyed themselves more. It was a three-course dinner with nonsense generally scattered between the courses by Mr. Archer who was ap¬ pointed official monkey for the evening and in which capacity he served admirably. Following the banquet by a few weeks, was our common place picnic at Doggett’s though no one who could have seen us would have said we were having only an ordinarily good time. Even the suggestion of wading and swimming goes to prove otherwise. With horns blowing and all laughing and screaming we entered our great enterprise, the Grand Carnival, the 29th of May. If you were not there none could successfully describe it to you. All that we know is we put it over in part for our last number of the “Sage” to pull us near the top, and we wish to thank you for your patronage that night. So we have finished those last days with good times and are tonight both fearful and eager to try our wings. A few have dropped out during the four years race and tonight we number 77. We believe that our class is the finest ever produced by G. H. S. We do not take all the credit; we could not for I ' m sure that a good half of it belongs to our teachers and principals for we’ve had many, and also to our superintendent, Mr. Archer. It is thus that the first lessons are over and we have come to the second and harder one. The door of the high school has closed behind us and we are here tonight one of you, hoping that you will receive us and what we have to do kindly, for in high school we have learned many new things and we intend to put them into practice. EDITH L1NDLEY. CLASS POEM. As I looked out of the window today Through the softly falling rain. The unknown future loomed very big, For the present could not remain. On a limb of the maple tree, I could see Where last year a thrush had its nest, A bright little fairy sitting there, In raindrops and green leaves dressed. She saw how discouraged, how blue I was, That growing up filled me with dread, For she knew what was wrong, as fairies do, And smilingly nodded her head. “My dear,” she said, in a soft little voice, “You must not be sorry or sad. There are seventy-five just like you And all of you should be glad. “Your high school days have swiftly sped. Four glorious years have gone by. Years, filled to the brim with the joys of youth Which age, you think, will deny.

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As the Martians are very fond of red headed men, President Louise B. Alexander wisely sent Harry Crutchfield and Shell) ' Caveness as ambassadors to that planet. Mrs. Caveness, formerly Miss Dolly Posey, fell from the aero train on the way and has never been located. It has been suggested that she was attracted to some other planet. Her sister Miss Dorothy Posey is studying vocal at Elon College. I am the happiest man in the world as I am soon to be married to a widow, Mrs. Jno M. Foushee whom you used to know as Ernestine West. Write to me sometime and try to come up to the wedding. Yours sincerely, GEORGE BENNETT WYNNE, President North Western University, Chicago, 111. Afrighanistan, June 2, 1948. My Darling Doctor:-— I was simply delighted to get your letter and honestly 1 know just lots about our former classmates and will be so glad to tell you everything I know. Winifred Cobb and Jessie Myers are missionaries in the jungles of Africa (there are still jungles in Africa.) They are doing a thriving business and are teaching democracy and citizenship to the natives. Professor Lee H. Edwards, noted scientist and biologist, is in India chasing the Alahambra species of the butterfly. Mrs. Edwards, formerly Miss Aleese Sapp, is a noted composer and has just presented to the public the little song, “He’s Forever Chasing Butterflies.” Janice Brown, Marion Gilmer and Elizabeth Stockton, you remember how fat she used to be, well, she’s as slim as a broom now. Well, anyway they have gone to Mars to organize the Child’s Welfare Work there. O, Doctor! Have you ever been to Mars? 1 have and Oh, those horrid women up there; but I think the men are darling. They are so fat and plump. Doctor can you keep a secret? Well I’m going to be married to one of them. On my return trip I met Wm. Bogart on the moon. Fie has the contract for the Great Pan-Universal Filling Station there. He was married to Miss Mildred Davidson several years ago and was divorced. But later after months of successful wooing he married Miss Mary Bess Barnhart, the great social welfare worker. Noah Stout is serving a term in the penitentiary for retailing cigarettes. Frank Lamb was divorced a few years ago for failure to support his wife, formerly Miss Willie Sloane, of Greensboro. Mr. Lamb stated that he received a message from his former wife, Miss Marie Cook, through the Ouija board, demanding that he untie the knot as she was extremely jealous. Mabel Alderman and Nannie Marsh are instructors in the Gressit “School for Ignoramouses” at Rich¬ mond. The school is full and overflowing. Adele Alexander, Gladys Flaherty, Faith Johnson, and Clarice Taughn are touring Greenland in the interest of the Woman’s Protective Family Union, and as a side line, they are introducing the “Little Giant Potato Peeler” in that country. Edith Lindley is working in a bakery in Asheville. She runs the “Doughnut Machine.” Johnsie Wright and Grace Parrish are in South America representing the Cook Studio of Greensboro, N. C. Clark McNairy and Elizabeth I lutton are happily married and are liv ing in ' Elpaso, Texas. Mr. Mc- Nairy is a steamfitter in that city. Well Doctor 1 am so fatigued that I really must stop and put the cat out. Very sincerely yours, KATHERINE PENN.