Grimsley High School - Whirligig Yearbook (Greensboro, NC)

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tfV- I EFIvECTOR .. r ' ... . labeled, High Class Studio: Accomplished Artists,” 1 could see a young lady whom 1 at once recognized as my friend Kathleen Lashley. Beside her was Cora Lee Cox. The two were busy with their easels and paints. Down the street a little further I noticed a theatre with signs posted which read: Special feature today. Miss Evelyn Parks, violinist, assisted by Misses Catherine Duffy and Katrina Smathers, dancers. Appearing at 11, 3, 3, 7, and 9.” 1 went in, and being early, wandered about the wonderful theatre which was being managed by a former classmate of mine, Mr. Le Grande Johnson. There were also two comedians in the show ' ; one dressed as an old fashioned negro and the other as an English jester. However, in spite of their disguises, 1 recognized the antics of Margaret High and Harry Lloyd. 1 enjoyed the show very much and did not leave until the final curtain went down on the last act. 1 had not gone far when a group of beautiful and spacious buildings, set off in their own grounds, attracted my attention. 1 asked a passerby the name of the place and he told me that it was the new Broadhurst High School and Junior College. Truly a far cry from old G.H.S., I thought, as 1 looked at the lovely green golf course and the large football field. Adjoining this, my informer told me, was the Knight Conservatory of Music, which was managed by Miss Ellen Dunivent and Mrs. Jones, nee Elizabeth Pamplin. with Miss Margaret Neal as Dean of Students. On the door to a building in the next block, my attention was attracted by a sign which read, Albert Little, X-Ray Specialist. Come inside for details. Next door was a queerly shaped building of drab, grey stone. It was called, “Home for those disappointed in love. Also, stray cats, parrots, and drunkards befriended. Just as 1 passed, the proprietress walked out and it proved to be none other than my old friend Elizabeth Wilson, who had now become tall and precise, and was on her way to the polls to vote. At last I reached my hotel. 1 went in and there found an invitation awaiting me to come to an entertainment to be given that night at the Sykes Night Club, for the benefit of all aged lunatics. Mr. Harry Gump, millionaire novelist and pub¬ lisher, would give free all refreshments. Miss Margaret Bain ' s orchestra was to furnish the music. When 1 reached the club, I was given a program and ushered up near the front. Among other numbers, Col. James Lassiter, the noted trans¬ atlantic fiver, who had been the first to cross the Atlantic Ocean in his new wing¬ less airplane, lectured. Also, Miss Ruth Chandler, the world’s champion typist, gave an illustration ol her wonderful skill. Miss Marjorie Cox, noted permanent wave specialist, then lectured on “beauty hints. I he last number on the program was a very interesting report by Misses Rebecca Webster and Elizabeth Betts, who spoke about their work as missionaries in Japan.

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e I EFl ECTOiR. ™- V . ■• - V ' ' -Vc - V. •• ;- Ten Years Hence I was alone in the world, a bachelor of forty, and having accumulated a small fortune and being at my leisure, was amusing myself by traveling around the world. It was not until my fourth trip, however, that 1 decided to visit my home town, Greensboro, North Carolina. I had not seen it for ten years—that is, since 1 received my diploma from Greensboro High School, and 1 wanted to find out whether there was anything left to remind me of the town it once was. When 1 landed in my aeroplane 1 was completely bewildered by the great metropolis stretched out before me; and, seeing no familiar sign, I hardly knew which way to turn. I left the hangar and walked into the massive depot, which was surrounded by acres of splendid railroad yards. I found it a very busy place indeed. It was thickly infested with porters who were hurrying to and fro as if they were being paid for their speed. I saw one coming my way and asked him where the nearest hotel was. All he said was, “Ask de boss,” and kept going faster than ever. I decided that I would see who “de boss” was, and find out from him. 1 walked inter a room labeled “President Southern R. R. Corporation.” and was ushered into his private office. The man who sat there opposite me was none other than my friend, George Gregory. After chatting with him awhile, he directed me to a hotel just across the street which was owned by William Cates, another old school mate of mine. I immediately decided to make this my habitat while in the city. It proved to be a magnificent structure of seventy-five stories. After partaking of luncheon, 1 started out on an inspection tour of the city, hoping to see some of my old school friends. As soon as 1 was on the street, 1 saw large signs posted on every available place. Some read “Vote for Edward Stainback for Governor”; some, “The People’s Choice! For Governor, Charles Root ; others, For Lieutenant Governor Helen Shuford. As I was a newcomer and did not care to vote, I continued on my way. 1 was crossing the street when I noticed an excited crowd of people gathered about something not tar off. I hastened to the spot and found out that a little child had been run over by a truck. Dr. Ray Henderson, the well known charity M. D., was soon on the scene, placed the child in an ambulance, and took him to the Ruth Lewis Memorial Hospital. There he was put under the care of the two most skilled nurses in the south. Misses Hazel Jenkins and Frances Sink. Even their wonderful, scientific methods, however, did not save the child; because I noticed in the paper a few days later that the child had died, and Rev. Edgar Kuykendall had preached the funeral. This over, I continued on my sight seeing tour. On my way, 1 passed an especially attractive building, and through the plate glass windows which were 21

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Jk ' ' ;.y, I BFIvBCTOI •A ' Y ■u£L As I lett I overheard two ladies in front of me saying: “Did you see Basil Nave while you were in New York? 1 hear he’s one of the most famous actors of the season. He’s playing in Love’s Delay,’ by Miss Ruth Yarborough. You know she went through high school with us.’’ This aroused my curosity, and so as I passed I noticed these ladies and recognized them to be Miss Juanita Dillon and Mrs. Smith, nee Jewell Dicks. Soon I returned to my hotel, but before going to bed I read “The Speed of the Younger Generation, by William Fife, our own distinguished “Bill.” The next morning I left Greensboro in my aeroplane for New York. Margaret 1 Iigh. 23