Hartsville High School - Retrospect Yearbook (Hartsville, SC)

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SENIOR CLASS PROPHECY To see me in this condition, Is not from the lack of ambition, But a happy visitation of an hour or two, To see, dear classmate, what has happened to you. The first form that comes before me is that of dear old Mildred Miller, our Valedictorian, gay, petite Mildred, always a flapper. Who would have thought that Mildred would have developed into a flapper teacher of Latin. My! how times have changed! When we studied Latin in dear old H. H. S. there had to be a certain amount of dignity but now the boys flock to take Latin from a flapper teacher. Well, anyway, we wonder if Mildred still says “Ego Amo Te” to the boys. Well, maybe some leap year some man will take her up and then it will be no more Miss Miller. And who is the rustic looking couple I see? Well, bless my soul! If it isn’t Marguerite Miller and Leslie Rhodes—farmers, both of tern. lie with the field and she with the fowls. Well, the old block “H” was not on the school grounds in vain; Marguerite and Leslie tied up for life. Well, all the joy and happiness that this world affords I wish for you. Well, here comes Kathryne Powe and Lyndal Perry with their beauty parlors. Well, old Kathryne always was an expert on curling her own hair, while Lyndal knew the ways of putting on rouge. So what a team they make. Boil, pot boil, and here comes old James Lide Jordan. My, but I believe to my soul he’s still arguing. And what means these clothes in which I see him clad! A lawyer—a talented lawyer with divorce as his specialty. Well, oJd James JLide had a habit in High School days of breaking into love affairs, so he is still up to his old habit. Boil, pot boil, and bless my soul! Another married couple I see. Pinck King, our former class president, a developed football star. And who is this sweet demure looking damself by his side? Who would ever have thought that Marguerite Hoover would have developed into such a meek little wife? Now, who is this that rises before me? And what mean these clothes in which he is clothed? Why, it’s Charlie Funderburk, heading Funderburk’s Jazz Orchestra! Why, you can hardly tell him from Mr. Goldman, he has stoutened up so. And now there seems to arise before me a vision of an angel of mercy. Who can it be? What can it be? Those fair forms in those white uniforms! Why, it’s Ruth Seymour and Lillie Watford! We always knew that there was good in them and here we find them devoting their time to the sufferers in Florida. Luck to you, Ruth and Lillie! 23

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17. I, James Lide Jordan, Jr., do will and bequeath my unusual ability in arguing and filibustering in history class to Pierce Parrott. 18. I, Dorothy McDonald, do will and bequeath to Irene Sparrow my ever increasing height and newest pair of shoes, hoping that they will fit her exactly. 19. We, Miriam Gandy and Eleanor McKinnon, do hereby will and bequeath to Mary Lee and Lee Redfearn an elevated platform on which to walk across the neighbor’s cotton patch. This will expedite their progress to and from school, and at the same time, preserve the cotton crop. 20. We, Lillie Watford and Ruth Seymour, do will and bequeath to Helen Howie and Mildred Folsom, our job at recess and after school, erasing blackboards and watering flowers. 21. I, Caroline Gillespie, do will and bequeath my vanity case, rouge, lipstick, and eyebrow stick to Miss Baker, hoping that she will be able to use it as effectively as I did. 22. I, C. T. Miller, do will and bequeath my ability to run and tease to Robin Askins, hoping that he will get as much fun out of it as I did. 23. I, Pennie Rhodes, will and bequeath to Ruby Pennington, my love for work and good behavior during school hours, providing she will speak only when spoken to. 24. I, Billy Abbott, do will and bequeath my ability to bluff, to any member of the Junior Class—apply early to avoid the rush. 25. I, Opal Powell, do will and bequeath to Janie Parrish my ability to laugh, seriously hoping that she will get as much pleasure as I have. 26. I, Katherine Powe, will my knowledge of Geometry to Bosie Egle-ston. 27. I, Eva Walters, do hereby will and bequeath to R. W. Stogner, my unusual love for the study of French and the wish that it will bring as much happiness and joy to him as it brought to me. 28. I, Rupert Harden, will my ability to learn math to Marcellus Parrot, hoping that he will be as successful as I have been. 29. I, Susan Hicks, do hereby will and bequeath to Frank Ellis, my false teeth, hoping that he will get as much pleasure out of eating as I did. 30. I, Hartridge Miller, do will my ability as a French student to Carson Steen. 31. The Senior Class wills to Rachel Miller, Mildred Miller, Katherine Morgan, Leslie Rhodes, Tom Ham and Lever Edwards, all old stub pencils, note books, test books, and all other sources of information which will help them decide what they wish to will by the time they are Seniors in College. As a parting shot, we appoint John, the Janitor, as sole executor of this, our last will and testament. In witness whereof, we attach the signature of the Class of 1927. Charles Funderburk, Jr., Lawyer. 22

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And now there comes before the vision a splendid building. Carved over the portals I read the letters: “Y. M. C. A.” What can it be? Now I see, Young Men’s Christian Association, and the business-like doctor with the pleasant smile, Lever Edwards. And now I see a modest little schoolhouse, far from the haunts and noises of time. I see a teacher small but learned, wearing glasses, with an air of authority about him. Who can it be? Why, it’s our old friend, Tom Ham, now principal of Bethel School! Well, Tom never did like to come to town and it is said that the boys had to hold him in the car when he rode around Coker College. Well, Tom is still single and the College is still there. And now I see a vision of an athlete, a woman who has refused to become fair, fat and fussy. Who is this vision? What is she doing? Speak pot and tell me what I see (stirs pot). Why this is old Ava May Billings-ly! Well, the girls of the University of Florida are fortunate in having such a director. Luck to your teams, Ava May! And now I see a student, a history book she has, intent she seems to be. Clear, vision, clear. Why, it’s old Billy Abbott, and studying just as hard as she used to! Who would ever have thought that Bill would turn down all her suitors and devote her life to history? My, what funny things happen! And now six feet, six hundred pounds he seems to be! Who is this splendid figure rising before me? Where is the old car that used to carry, written on it, “Corn and Oats, Newly Weds?” Well, they say Harry is doing fine work as Freshman Coach at Berkeley University. Another vision comes to me! A woman, fair but stout. A pen and scroll in her hand she seems to hold. Why, it’s old Edith Renfrow, short story writer for the American Magazine! What is this I see? Two knees together seem to strike! Is it real or put on Why, it’s Hartridge Miller, a noted cartoonist for the Hollywood stars. Well, Hartridge, don’t lose your heart or your head. They tell me Hollywood is a great life if you don’t weaken. Who now comes up? Short he seems, he looks as if he might belong to the tribe of Dan. Now that smile I recognize. It’s our good old friend of by-gone days, Joab Watson. Ah! We always knew that voice would carry you somewhere. Well, your high school efforts were not in vain. Tonse, Tonse, Tonse, what’s this ringing in my ear? Speak pot, speak to me. Oh, it’s Florence Elliott. Dear, old, studious Florence! Now secretary to the president of the University of Kentucky. Well, Florence always was great at keeping our library hooks straight, so we hope chat she will keep things straight in the president’s office. 24