Kinston High School - Kay Aitch Ess Yearbook (Kinston, NC)

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T was on September eighth, Nineteen Hundred Twenty-Three, that our freshmen class anchored their good ship, “Freshman” at the dock in Kin- ston High School. Trials and tribulations were many, and symptoms of “ignorance” appeared among the colonists causing many discomforts. Soon it was time for the ship “Freshman” to go back and get the class of ’28, and the dear old class of ’27 established itself on Sophomore Hill. This was all that a wise class could be, helping its freshman brothers and sisters through their trials and tribulations. Then a great calamity befell this tribe, for their beloved school building was swallowed in flames. The Harvey School, to which this class is greatly indebted gave it protection. Here the tribe toiled on with English and Algebra until it finally reached the Junior valley. This was indeed a year to be proud of, because the class chose its 1 leaders and ordered rings. During the Junior year came the longed-for Junior- Senior Banquet. The Junior tribe roamed around until they came in sight of the Senior Dignity plains. With our Senior year came our beautiful Grainger High School building. The Seniors were more than paid for their hardships, because they were the first to graduate in the new building. Soon the Seniors were enter- tained by the Juniors at the Junior-Senior banquet. Then there was great re- joicing as 1 the Seniors left to go to Washington with the well-loved Miss Daniels and the admirable Mr. Hardaway. They stayed in Washington four days and there were great lamentations as they left. When this class graduated it left its younger brothers and sisters to toil on, while the members of the class of ’27 went out to seek more education in larger realms. Historian.

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Class Poem For four long year we’ve worked for the goal Mow we’ve reached it with happiness untold ; nappy and gay as you can see For we’ve reached the end of our destiny. We will ever remember the blue and white Our school colors where we were taught right And our blue and gold we’ll never forget, For many years the memory will linger yet. Now into the world we go as we part But keeping dear memories within the heart “May happiness go with us, and with those That would make good of bad and. friends of foes. We’ve had troubles and pleasures too In the high, school days that we’ve been through. Now into college to be freshmen once more. Leading to the land we long hoped for. With a sad heart we leave Kinston High School, Where each day we’ve been taught the Golden Buie. This dear old faculty that we love so true, We are very sorry we must leave you. as we pass out of Kinston High May we look back ivithout a sigh. And remember as the years onward roll This dear old class with the blue arid gold, Lois Rouse, Poet.

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T the Kinston Fair in 1927, the Senior Class, in accordance with a pre- arranged plan, met in the Fair Grounds. The members decided to have their fortunes told by one who was very accurate in his prophecies, an Egyptian who was descended from a long line of mystics. We were ushered into a room dimly lit, draped with oriental tapestries. The Egyptian rose before us, tall, gaunt, white-turbaned and impassive. He motioned us to a seat and withdrew . The pallid haze of incense slowly veiled the room and its occupants from our sight. Gradually we became accustomed to the film, and accompanied by the monoton- ous droning of the mystic, saw vague shapes take form. Before our awe-struck gaze appeared the wraith of Keith Dixon, our class president, a reason for girls leaving home, conducting a studio for aspirants of the Black Bottom. George Parrott Rosemond, vice-president, appeared next, touring North Caro- lina in connection with his gubernatorial campaign. Then Inez Bizzell, our secretary, not satisfied with her college education, was studying at Columbia University for a Pli.D. with special work in English. We were not surprised to find Lyle Sitterson who had hoped one day to hold a high Naval office, the Secretary of the Navy. Then to our view the following destinies were unfolded: Louise Cox, much to our surprise, was the first of our class to be married. Her Prince Charming came by and led her down the rosy path of matrimony. Marie Rogers had acquired much fame in political circles.