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

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the prosperous farmer was Forrest Smith, and his progress, at least, is no surprise, for we al- ways knew that his industry would bring him success. Suddenly the vision was gone and I saw Clon- nie leaning on a plow, thinking, no doubt, of a riddle to spring on the next person he met. The mule standing with ears drooping forward at the other end of the plow seemed also to be having a dream all its own. There was no diffi- culty in recognizing Clonnie, for time had caused very little change in his appearance. I gathered that the small farm he was tending was his own and that the woman with red hair and rolled up sleeves churning butter on the porch of the house by a creek was his wife. The interior of the house came into view and I saw a large living room comfortably furnished, with built in book cases filled with books. The wordly possessions of the couple were not very great, seeming to consist only of the house with its books, the small farm, the mule, five children, a pig and a dog, but they appeared to be very contented. From the energetic movements of the woman, I judged that she was the business head of the family. Again the scene suddenly changed. A short, little man with a pointed beard stitched away in the light of a window overlooking the business street of a small town. It was with difficulty that I made out the features of Bobbie Pruitt, the town’s leading tailor. His shoulders were droop- ing from constantly bending over the sewing machine and there was a bald spot on the top of his head, but he still wore that funny little “smile that won’t come off.” Back of the tailor shop were his living quarters, which showed no touch of a woman’s hand but were cheery and bright nevertheless. In one corner stood an easel hold- ing a partly finished painting of a landscape. On the floor was a large pallet, and a paint- spattered smock lay across a chair. Evidently Bobbie still possessed his artistic temperament. My heart beats grew faster as I realized that the only one remaining of the class of ’35 was myself. I closed my eyes for a moment, almost fearing to see what was in store for me. When I looked again, it was to see a short, stout, little person in blue standing before a class of fidgety youngsters. I could hardly suppress a giggle at | the comical appearance she presented, with the huge horn-rimmed spectacles that seemed to cover half her round face. As she went about her task of trying to instill knowledge into stub- born little heads, I could see that it was the posi- tion which she was meant to fill and it was plain that she would not willingly change it for any other. So this was Edith, the school ma’am. And let’s hope that she remembers her own young days when one of her small charges forgets where he left his history of his ink bottle. Very, very slowly I arose and walked out into the light. If the future is indeed to bring to us such happy fulfillment of our ambitions and realization. of cherished dreams, we have no rea- son to look with fear toward the years to come. And who can tell but that the magic mirror really has the powe r to foretell the future! Senior Superlatives PREULIE SERA 5 171 area cleo os a Helen Hege BeStALOO RING 5.0 yigumen tans te Hoyle Wright Most Athletic Boy Russell Herring Most Athletic Girl Helen Hege Most Studious Boy Lyon Dickson WostaStudious- Gis) nem ee Edith Williamson SEF OM PEST 0) nae eae Clonnie Baucom DPE GRuest -BOvigane Se Bobbie Pruitt Palbest Boy ta tte Tees Hoyle Wright DALLESE® GAP bo aaee oak ocala ee Helen Hege Most Amiable Boy Forrest Smith Shortest Boy sos see Forrest Smith Most Industrious Boy -. Russell Herring Most Popular Boy .---. Russell Herring Most Popular Gute ee Edith Williamson Most Industrious Girl . Helen Hege

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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

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Two Boy Scouts’ Ambition Realized By JAMES RussELL HERRING BY I JOINED Troop 3, the Boy Scouts of America at this schooi in November, 1928. Lyon Dickson, my old friend and classmate, had joined the troop at his home in Durham during the summer of 1927. Mr. Fred Kent, of Illinois, who organ- ized the troop here, was our first Scoutmaster. He taught us the true meaning of the Scout Oath and the Scout laws. He took us on hikes to the mountains and did a great deal to interest us in Scouting. The next year Mr. Kent left here, and Mr. O. W. Underhill succeeded him as Scoutmaster. He kept up the good work that Mr. Kent had started and inspired us to keep on trying to advance in Scout work. For the last two years Mr. Harold Larsen has been our Scoutmaster and has done good work with the troop. Lyon Dickson has been associated with the Durham Scouts during his summer vacations ever since he joined them in 1927. He went canoeing with them from Smithfield to New- bern on the Neuse River in the summer of 1932. He was elected as the honor camper that summer. He has attended both the Pied- mont Council Camp and Camp Craggy in summer time. During my summer vaca- tions, I have been a mem- ber of Troop 11, Rocky Mount and Troop 1, Clin- ton. I had more than one month of camping at White Lake last summer. There I was elected as the best All-round camper. EAGLE SCOUTS RusseL L Herrtinc and Lyon Dickson Ever since we became Scouts, Lyon and I have been working for merit badges in camping, first aid, athletics, life saving, personal health, public health, bird study, camping, civics, cooking, path- finding, safety, firemanship, first aid to animals, scholarship, pioneering and other things. Lyon has twenty-three merit badges and I have twenty- six. On April 12 our highest ambition was reached when we were admitted to the rank of the Eagle Scouts at a Court of Honor held in our auditorium. On April 27 we attended the Scout Jamboree at the University of North Carolina in Chapel Hill. About 1,500 Scouts from differet councils of our state attended the meeting. James West, Chief Scout Executive, and Governor Ehringhaus made addresses. Lyon and I were glad that we were Scouts and could take part in the great meeting. Scouting has been a great benefit to us: We have been associated with hearing Boy Scouts and have learned to get along with people. We have enjoyed the camping and hiking and feel that Scout work has done a great deal towards making us useful citizens. We are indebted to our superintendent, Dr. Good- win, our committeemen; Messrs. Underhill and Alex- ander, Scoutmaster Larsen and Scout Executive Schiele of Gastonia for inspiration and support and deep inter- est in our Scouting. “Br PREPARED”