Oxford High School - Yellow Jacket Yearbook (Oxford, AL)

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 rciphecy Tired of the humdrum of the noisy city, I chose a beautiful summer day and wandered off into the woods. After rambling for a few hours I found a beautiful spot under a large spreading oak tree by a streamlet. Lovely green moss grew at the foot of the tree and not far off a field of wonderful daisies with their dresses of white and gold tossed in the breezes. I could not resist the temptation to pick a few, and then threw myself on the soft grass. After a while I noticed that one of the daisies was particularly beautiful. The petals were large and the colors fresh. Not thinking of what 1 was doing I plucked one of the petals. Immediately to my astonishment a house appeared on the scene. Looking closely I saw a black-haired, brown-eyed woman standing in the doorway and seated near her were two small children. Then she spoke, and on hearing her say: “The past indefinite of avoir is J’ai’ eu.” Well who wouldn’t have recognized that voice? It was none other than old “Sue Armentrout, who had always been a star in her French class when it came to verbs. Surely there was some magic about this daisy. So I pulled another petal- The scene changed and in its place stood a large theatre. On the stage a tall girl with wonderful blonde hair was dancing to the tune of “Kiss Mamma, Kiss Papa.” I would have known her a mile away as Una McCord; for old “Blondie” had always danced to that tune and no other. (?) Restlessly 1 pulled another petal. Again the scene changed. I saw a large auditorium filled with hundreds of people. Soon a man announced that Mr. Chester Rhodes, and Mr. William Rhodes Harris were the debaters on the affirmative side of the question: Resolved, That all students making below 70 per cent in any class should be debarred from entering inter-scholastic contests. Eh? So Chester and Rill had at last become convinced that the affirmative side was absolutely right. Feverishly I jerked another petal from its resting place, and just as quickly I saw a train rushing by and a letter fell at my feet. Of course I thought it only ri dit to read it and the contents almost made me have heart failure- Who would D ever have thought of Mary Roberts holding the office of President in a lip-stick fac- tory? Any way it was true and I remembered very distinctly that Bootsie never used that horrid stuff in school. Then I pulled another petal. I saw a beatiful little cottage before me. Over the door was painted these words: “Old Maids’ Home.” Goodness! Thought I. who could be living here? I soon found out, for looking through the window I saw Ara Pirkle sitting at a desk (marked President) talking to Grace Head. Poor girls! Had they really become old maids? And to think of their old school days. But 1 suppose they had rather have a career than all the husbands in the world. With tears in my eyes I plucked another petal. An exclusive shop appeared. On the windows were painted “Madam Van Fossen’s Magasin.” Looking inside I discovered “Chickenpox” designing a dress for a plump little woman- I couldn’t help but notice the dress, which was made of brown serge embroidered in gold and trimmed in long tassels. Mercy! Was Hazel still sticking to that school dress, she had been so fond of wearing?

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 Junior Literary Society. Prof. Graves was so kind as to give us a period once a week for our literary work. We had presented to us readings, debates, and lives and works of the great men of literature. On May the 13th, 1922, we left the Junior room never to return for work- September 6th, 1922, found a very light-hearted set of Seniors gathered looking for the good thing that this year was to bring forth. We were all anxious to scrutin- ize the record to find out what there was in the way to keep us from graduating. Most of us found that we were on the safe side, but there were a few who were dis- appointed. This last year was spent in hard work. We began to do all that was in our power to publish an annual. We were obliged to do some talking to get the money. We also began to think of the night w’hen we would get our diplomas, which pre- pared us to go out into the “Wide, wide world.” Let us not forget the many happy and cheerful days spent at the old C. C. H. S.

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 I pulled another petal and saw a large college. Peeping into a class room I saw Jessie Armentrout teaching chemistry to a crowd of sleepy looking pupils. Ah! Had Jessie fallen thus? Just then Ethel came into the room and I soon discovered that she was teaching Economics in the same school. On looking in another room I saw Lena Wilson, who was vainly trying to get a large boy to understand a propo- sition in Geometry. Po’ Children! But I was anxious to find what the rest of my classmates had become so I tore another petal away. I saw a small school house and Paul McCullers was teaching a bunch of chil- dren to sing, “Go Feather Your Nest.” Just then a small boy went up to Mr. Mc- Cullers and told him that his father said that he must come home at noon. “Why does Mr. Cleckler need you?” The small one answered that he had to help plow. Plow! Had Garvice our ladies' man really become a farmer? I saw the little boy after he had reached home, and to my surprise found that Garvice’s wife was Hazel Smith- Just then I saw a man coming, carrying a basket filled with shoe-strings, pins, powder and other things. He asked Mrs. Cleckler if she wished to buy anything, and imagine my surprise when she answered “No, Mr. Powell, I believe not.” So Lisha had become a “traveling salesman.” I looked at my daisy and only had three petals left. 1 quickly pulled one and there before me sat Curly Roberts in a barber shop. What was the use of being surprised, I knew Curly would always follow that trade. Just two more petals. In my haste I pulled both of the petals at once. I should have known that something dreadful would have happened. I saw two trains coming at break-neck speed- Then ‘Oh, Goodness!’ They had run into each other. Terrified I saw them bringing out the injured and placing them on the ground. I noticed or.e girl who seemed to be hurt very badly. Just then a young doctor came running up and I knew him at once. It was Williard McCIuney. He knelt near the girl and gave her restoratives. “Who is she?” asked one. Then I heard the doctor say that it was Allyne Moon who was travelling with her own Shakespearan Company to London. Had Sonny really realized her life-long dream? I gazed at the stem in my hand and when I looked up everything had changed. The sun was down and I realized that I must have been dreaming. —A SENIOR. P