Grimsley High School - Whirligig Yearbook (Greensboro, NC)

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THE REFLECTOR portals of tfjc 4Dast Graduation is an event that definitely separates one portion of life from another. As we approach this great day, we grow reminiscent as well as expectant. In this mood as Katherine and I were strolling down the walk the other day, we saw all around us our classmates. Its funny,” 1 remarked, to think that we are almost ready to graduate. Why, it seems just like yesterday that we came over to the old lligh School. Don t you remember we thought we were the biggest things? Goodness, we sup¬ posed that everybody would take Frances, and Bernice, and the rest of our bunch for upper classmen. And then Miss Mitchell came right up to us and told us to come on into the chapel with the rest of the freshmen. Do you remember Cleo McCready’s hair? She had just had a boyish bob, and everybody was teasing her about it. And that precious, chubby, little Boyd Morris! His mother had evidently washed his face and ears and curled his hair for the occasion. There goes Leila George. She came from the North three months later; you’d never know it now unless you talked to her for about five minutes. “The thing that stands out in my memory is the paralyzing effect of those first exams. We’ve taken them ever since, but not those first exams. “Oh, yes, and was it Isaac who fell in, when the log across the creek broke? Whoever it was, he had to go home and change his clothes. “ ’Twas way back there that the teachers began to scrap over Max O’Connor, because he’s supposed to bring his session room teacher flowers. But Virginia Clement gets them now instead of dear teacher. “All I can remember about the sophomore year was the time that the wiener stand caught on fire at the Junior Circus. I can see Arnold Ilinshaw now, squirt¬ ing the fire extinguisher at everything but the fire. “Do you remember when Douglas Cartland fell down those steep, dark publi¬ cation steps? All we heard was a bump and a crash, and there he sat blinking at the bottom of the steps. Maybe his armful of books softened his fall. “And weren’t we conceited the year we were moved over to the main building. And didn’t we feel sorry for the bunch of juniors that were left in Room 14? Henry Parrish was positively deflated. The folks from Curry came over that y ear —j ; Prissy,” Sarah Lucas, Mary Scarborough, and Elizabeth Wills. “Oh, Junior Stunt Night. I almost forgot that and all the ways we made money for Junior-Senior. 1 think we sold candy every week at Meyer ' s, and the newspapers and magazines we sold the junk man. I believe Marion Goss got millions of them. I think our reception was quite original, don’t you? Sally Clegg darling bride, and Douggie’ and Gladys were attendants. 29 was a

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THE REFLECTOR Nellie Allred “She bows at Euterpe’s shrine.’’ Orchestra and String Quartet Work. Joe Coyle “Never over serious—-not too frivolous.’’ William Carson Enoch “There is a gentle manliness in him That wins our deepest respect.’’ Roland Whitley “Wise men say nothing in dangerous times.’ ’ 28

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THE REFLECTOR “You know, I could hardly believe it when we came over to the new High School the first of this year. They had been talking about it for ten years, and finally we found that we were going to be the first June graduating class. “Didn’t we have a grand time working at Meyer ' s? You ought to have heard Katrine and Mary Elizabeth Clapp saying, ‘May 1 wait on you, please? “Our class had a lot of politics in it, didn’t it? first the excitement was about the “Reflector,” and then Tammany Hall! What a time the business staff has had getting ads. Didn’t Marion, and Jennie, and Olga get a lot of them? Do you remember how worried Javan was when they came to take his picture tor the Activities Head? He was so afraid the mercurochrome on his alabaster brow would show. “Speaking of troubles, Beannie’s nickname, Vi let, was not the least of his. He always had two billets-doux to read at the end of the sixth period. 1 wonder when he answers them. 1 reckon ‘Red ' reads them, too! “Oh, there goes Evelyn Stedman. 1 forgot to be measured for my cap and gown. Do you guess she’ll do it now? “Strange how many little things you can think of. After all, haven’t we been happy. Don’t you love to talk about it all? 1 hope the future will be as pleasant.” Rebecca Heath. 30