Northwest High School - Tohari Yearbook (Winston Salem, NC)

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Dedication .. .for service We, the senior class of Northwest High School, dedicate this issue of the yearbook to MR. CHARLES JARVIS. He Is a constant worker in his community, and his church; he is tireless and patient with the students of Northwest, both in class and outside the classroom. He is known on the campus as a man to respect; a man whose guidance is firm but kind. The FUTURE FARMERS OF AMERICA CLUB is one of the fields of hismost earnest endeavors; the members learn from him the dignity of hard work, the freedom of outdoor living, the beauty of everyday life; they enjoy a warm companionship with this mild-mannered man who devotes his time to the youth of Forsyth County. The scope of his interest is wide and varied; his desire to understand interpret life is sincere. The students of Northwest, and the communities from which they come, appreciate Mr. Jarvis. To such a man we proudly dedicate the 1958 Tohari.

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Foreword Friendships precious, knowledge invaluable, happi¬ ness unmeasured abound in our high school story; and here in the pages of the 1958 TOHARI, our memories are gathered and stored to be treasured forever.

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CULOS MARION SETTLE On Friday morning, April 26, math classes in room 203 went on as usual. The same camaraderie marked the relationshipbetween teacherand student that always existed in that classroom. The same rapport between teacher and student prevailed that had always made classes pleasant there. Shortly after the hour of noon, the Angel of Death entered there where none had ever dreamed of receiving him. Gently he laid his hand upon a heart that had never fa 11 e re d in the stress of war; a heart that had gone gallantly and courageously into most of the realms of human experience; a heart that had given sympathy and love and laughter to a world that can never have enough of either;a heart that was tired, with a weariness that never showed, even to eyes that should have seen. Culos Marion Settle lived on in the emergency room of a hospital until just a few minutes before the closing bell rang at Northwest. He experienced little pain, only discomfort. He remembered to say that someone else would have to go to Washington with the seniors. He remembered the boys and girls he had just met in his morning classes, and the ones he was not going to meet in the afternoon classes. He remembered to speak comfortingly to his wife. He thought little of himself. All his life he had thought little of himself and much of others. That was one of the characteristic that made him beloved by so many. He was sternly just and always insisted upon work well done;and so we respected him. He was understanding, and quiet, and gentle; and so we loved him. He loved life and lived it with zest and with joy in simple things; and so we were friends. Life goes on at Northwest; math classes meet; excuses are signed in the lobby; bells ring, and students hurry here and there. But something is missing that was very much a part of things for us; a new loneliness walks our crowded halls and stills our laughterin the familiar scenes. It shall always be so; not even time, the great healer, shall ever make us forget that such things were that were most precious to us. And the World War II hero-pilot, who completed fifty-two successful war missions, has relinquished the con¬ trols to another Pilot—a Pilot he has long known and trusted. And a craft and its passenger have gone safelyinto the home field. Reprinted from the Northwest Hi-Lite