North Carolina School for the Deaf - Clock Tower Yearbook (Morganton, NC)

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been improving in lip-reading since I got my glasses, but still have bad sight. I have attended school regularly for thirteen years and have been working in the carpenter shop for six years. I hope what I have learned about carpentry will be useful to me. Reading is my favorite past time. Baseball and swimming are my favorite sports. I play haseball at home. I want to be a farmer when I finish school. HES BOBBIE PRUITT 1 was born in Jonesville, Surry County, N. C., October 23, 1913. I became deaf when I was about one or two months old. The cause of my deafness is unknown. My father didn’t know where this school was. The father of one of the deaf boys, McCree Gentry, who lived about three blocks from my home, heard about me and came to see my mother and told her about his son and where he went to school. My parents brought me here in the fall of 1922. I cried very hard because I thought that I would never see my parents again. I soon found out that I was in a school and had come here to get an education. My first teacher was Miss Scott. She was a Canadian and a fine teacher. She is now teaching in Philadelphia. Clonnie Baucom and Helen Hege were in my class and have been my classmates ever since. In 1923 I had diphtheria and had to go home. In this way I missed a year and had to enter a lower grade. I entered Main Building tn 1927 and have been in school regularly since then. Football and baseball are my favorite sports. I like to read some magazines. Liberty is my favorite magazine. I have been working in the tailor shop for eight years and I want to be a tailor when I finish school, CLONNIE BAUCOM I was born on November 25, 1913 in Marsh- ville, Union County, North Carolina. It is thought that I was born deaf. I have no deaf relatives. I did not come to school till I was almost nine years old as my father did not know where the institution for the deaf was. Some one told him that there was a school for the deaf in Morganton and they brought me to Goodwin Hall where small pupils are taught. My first teacher was Mrs. Clodfelter. When I entered Main Building in 1927, I was in the third grade. Another year found me in the third grade again. The next year I was in the fourth, grade and in the same year I was promo- ted to the fifth grade and I am in the Senior Class now. : My favorite sports are football and baseball. { worked in the Manual Arts shop for three years and I have worked on the farm for four years. My father has a farm in Union County and I hope to be a farmer when I have finished my education.

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In 1927 I came to Main Building. Miss Mauzy was my first teacher. When the Industrial Building was built in 1927, the first trade, I tried to learn, was car- pentry but I didn’t get along well with it, so I was put in the printing department. I am am- bitious to be a printer when I finish school. RUSSELL HERRING Born in Rocky Mount in Edgecombe County, where I now live October 3, 1916. When I was one and a half years old, I took pneumonia and when I recovered, I was found to be deaf. I entered school at the age of eight years. My first teacher was Mrs. Clodfelter, who is now the supervising teacher of the primary depart- ment. My health was bad. I had pneumonia after entering school. That was my third attack. This caused me to lose much time from school. I entered Main Building in 1926. I began to be interested in sports and the exercise improved my health. I love out-door life and-enjoy all kinds of sports. I have been playing football on the varsity for four years and basketball for two years. I was elected 1933 All-Star Fullback of the Western Conference. I have been an active member of the Boy Scouts of America for seven years and I became an Eagle Scout on April 12th. I have often gone camping with the Scouts at my home and at White Lake, and this has given me much pleasure. I have had seven years work in the printing office. | want to attend the Apprentice School in Nashville, Tenn. My ambition is to be a lino- typist or an athletic director. Bt HELEN HEGE I was born in Winston-Salem on Feb. 28, 1917 I was a baby during the World War. My father went to Newport News, Va., to work in a ship yard. There he found an apartment for us to live in. We lived there three years and then came back to North Carolina. When I was two and one half years old, I lost my hearing from blood poison caused by bad tonsils. I have no deaf relatives. I was sent to many hospitals to have the doctors examine my hearing and see if it could be restored but they found it hopeless. At the age of five and a half years, I was sent to school here in the fall of 1922. Mrs. Kennedy was my first teacher. I could talk a little but I learned lip-reading and other things. Lyon Dick- son was in my class that year. In 1927 I entered Main Building and have been promoted every year. I have been taught to sew and cook and am much interested in housework. I love out-door sports and I have been playing basketball for six years and have been captain of the team for two years. When I finish school, I will help my mother with the housework and perhaps I shall get a position. Hy FORREST SMITH I was born at Dunn in Sampson County, Octo- ber 24, 1913. It is supposed that I was born totally deaf. At the age of one I had measles. As I had not begun to talk when I was two years old, my parents sent for a doctor. He examined me and told them that I was deaf. In 1921, when I was eight years old, I entered school here. Miss Lynn was my first teacher. She was very young and pretty. When I first came here, I did not know where I was or why I was here. Many of the pupils talked to me, but of course, I didn’t understand them. After the first year in school my parents were pleased with me for I had learned to read and write. : I had a great deal of trouble with my eyes. I could not see well. About six years ago Miss Mauzy took me to Dr. Palmer to have him examine my eyes. I have been wearing glasses ever since and get along much better. I have

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Class Prophecy By EpirH WILLIAMSON Ht W HO is it that does not respond to the enchantment of the fortune teller’s tent, with its weird shadows and magic mirror? I felt this went I attended the State Fair in Raleigh and it was with a feeling of intense excitement that I stepped within the curtained erclosure and seated myself before the wonderful mirror that was about to disclose what the future holds for me and for those with whom I have worked and studied so long. As I gazed breathlessly, the image of a trim bungalow with green-shuttered. windows and a rose garden slowly formed. A tall woman wearing a ruffled apron was arranging flowers in a bowl near an open window and an even taller man was busy with pruning scissors in the garden. The appearance of the house and the condition of the well-kept grounds gave evidence of excellent taste and the contentnient on the face of the house wife proved that:life had gone well with her. Then I. knew: that::Helen Hege’s . fondest dream had materialized. The gardner I recog- nized as the bachelor brother whom she so. ido- lized and they were living happily together with his roses: and her cat. The scene was replaced by one of a more striking nature. An expensive automobile stop- ped before a substantial city dwelling and a broad-shouldered man wearing the uniform of a Boy Scout executive alighted, walking hur- riedly up the steps he was admitted by a. uni- formed butter. Something about the pre-occu- pied expression and the elevated nose of the. man seemed familiar. My mind went back to the race track at N. C. S. D., with Russell, Herring speeding along keeping himself ‘so miraculously balanced with his nose pointed heavenward. A second glance convinced me that it really was Russell, and for an instant I saw reflected in the background a sweet-faced, golden-haired lady that I knew must be his wife. I saw that Russell had prospered and was happy in his work as a leader of the Scouts. The picture faded and another took its place. This time it was a dark-haired man puffing a cigar in an easy chair before an open fire with a dog at his feet. Small wonder that Lyon Dick- son has been so successful with all his ambition and taste for business. The scene shifts for an instant to the interior of a large newspaper office with our Mr. Dickson behind the manager’s desk, giving orders to his numerous employees. From what I saw I knew he was owner and manager of a large printing establishment. All this faded and Hoyle Wright appeared, walking rapidly along the street with head bare and hands covered with printer’s ink. His wavy hair was somewhat thinner than in school days and I saw some gray along the temples, but the years have not robbed him of that care-free look or the splendid physique that brought such laurels to him as an athlete. Presently I saw him arrive at the door of a small stone house, where a plump lady and a tiny blue-eyed girl await his coming, And all this time we have thought that tall, slender girls were Hoyle’s weakness! Before I could reflect further on the fickleness of human nature, the stone house had given place to a beautiful country home with a wide lawn where several children romped and a handsome - woman was reading in a hammock. Wide fields of growing cotton and tobacco stretched away into the distance. A spacious barn housing all the up-to-date machinery an ambitious farmer could wish stood at one side. In a vegetable garden near by, I saw somebody under a straw hat plying a spade with vigor. Could this ruddy- taced, strong-limbed man be the slender boy whom we knew as “Slim Jim?” But he glanced up and the piercing blue eyes and the smile that still was full of mischief, left no doubt that