New Bern High School - Bruin Yearbook (New Bern, NC)

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Eeclicafion XX'e can never stand still, says Dr. Spear. We have to keep searching for a still better way to ap- proach our goal of offering the most to every young person under our care. So from his first good morn- ing on Monday till the door is closed on Friday, Dr. Spear does not pause in his search for the better way. The supervision of the academic program is but one of his tasks. He keeps a firm eye on attendance, on discipline, registration, guidance, and on extra-curri- cular activities. He is not, however, too busy to counsel a student, confer with a teacher, welcome a guest, or otherwise take time out in the special way that dis- tinguishes the man with a purpose from the man with just a job. So for his concern with our problems, for his keen sense of humor, for his enthusiastic sharing of our joys and triumphs, for his loyalty, his wisdom, and his in- tegrity-for all these, we are privileged to dedicate the 1958 edition of The Bruin to Dr. R. S. Spear. With it we pledge our affection and esteem! Dr. Spear expresses pleasure as he presents science awards to Earnest l Hughes and Bobby Turbeville. 1, Q 'P W., ps Q' fa, N4 . l 0 , . V , 'W dl.. l In the New Bern press box Coach Hockaday announces the football game, and Dr. Spear manipulates the scoreboard. ,31, 34 f-' 'K Seated around a junior-Senior Banquet table are John R. Taylor. Mrs. R. S. Spear, Dr. Spear, H. J. MacDonald, Mrs. H. J. MacDonald, the reverend Mr. Charles E. Williams, and Mrs. John R. Taylor.

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ONE AFTERNOON in late September the Bruin editorial staff gathered on the lawn of the Tryon Palace. The restoration had been an- nounced as completeg and although we could not go inside until after certain furnishings arrived from England, we were eager to see what had been done there. To walk along the gracefully curved galleries and raise my eyes to the coat of arms across the facade of the palace was to say to my imagination, Wake up and live! The sun was sinking quite low and the skies darkening with that mystery-laden haze that comes just before dusk. It was not difficult to let my mind take me back to the time when this building was brimful of life, to hear the stern voice of' William Tryon call for his carriage, and then to hear the hoof-beats of horses, the rumble of car- riage wheels. I trembled under the impact of gun-fire from the Regulators, and I fled in panic from the heat of the destructive flame of 1793. Lost in these imaginings, I wandered well away from my companions and presently found myself going through a rear door, inadvertantly left open by some Workman. I slipped quietly through the vast public room and stopped to admire the carving above a great marble fire- board. No sound from outside reached me-no mur- mur of familiar voices. Alone I stood before a gate open upon the vast land of things that were and are no more. I shivered-it seemed that a cold breath had blown u on me I dr m p . ew y sweater close about me and turned to retrace my steps, but a low, firm voice said, Don't go! My scalp prickled-chill seized me! Believe me, I would have been just a streak through that room, but my feet refused to obey me. The voice went on- I know you want to run-but think how foolish you will look, running from nothing. Who-Who are you? I think that weak rasp was my voice, I had felt some- thing pushing at my throat. Wh-Wh-Where are you? Far be it from me to harm you, came the answer. Just give me a second and I will be with you. Sheer will power forced my eyes to turn in the direction of the sound, and I saw above the mantel a wavering gray cloud take shape, become a figure clothed in colonial garb, and step down from the mantel to stand before me. He took charge of the situation immediately. Young man, he said, I am Master Tom-sometime rector of Christ Epis- copal Church, and instructor of the young. I officiated as school master in this very building before the time of its destruction. For nearly two centuries I have had it in mind to return to New Bern to make certain inquiries. Several times I made the effort, but this building having been destroyed, there was no place to house me. A spirit, you see, must have something of the familiar to hold to, or he cannot materialize. Now that my erstwhile abode has been restored I have come back, and I want to know what you have done with . . . I don't have anything that belongs to you, I interrupted, backing off and easing toward the door. Oh, yes, you have-and so do all citizens here. I am speaking of the dream we left you. Dream? Yes, the dream of a free world. What have you done with it? Don't tell me you have lost it! You're talking to the wrong person, I told him. I'm just a student at New Bern High School. I . . . Then you are the right person, for there can be no democracy without edu- iContinued on Page 107 j 1