R J Reynolds High School - Black and Gold Yearbook (Winston Salem, NC)

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THE BLACK AND GOLD. 18 A devoted lover is our Arthur tfo art Wl1.ile Ernest an electrician would be, And from these fancies tfhey'll never depart In looking into the future I plainly can see . 19 No poet's dream ever had such a theme As our Winsome loquaci-ous May Even Mary Sledge can not get in a Wedge When May Norman gets under full sway. 20 IS there any Whose name or fame untold Let him now hold up his hand, Or if he isn't sufficiently told Just imagine he's everything grand. 21 Kind friends thank you one and all For is-o kindly receiving my museg And ere you go home please say that my poem Ha-s not fariled to instruct -and amuse. 13211 Gehe, Geha, Geha, Hatha Winvsrton High School Rah-Rah-Rah Rah-Rah-Rah E Rah-Rah-Rah High School. 4

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THE BLACK AND GOLD. 35 12 Little Paul Walker, with a smile so sweet Looks, 'Wray across the aisle at the girls, But Moses Shapiro considers that Weak, An-d scornfully his pencils he twirls. 13 Fay and Lessie are an inseparable pair VVifth Audrey, Sadie and Irene Their joys and sorrows with each -other they share, A But my muse they t-xx sorely I Ween. 14 Our Donna, the quiet, would go on a diet, If there were no boys around. While Margaret Gray Would surely fade away If no parson for her could be found. 15 I sing to you now, of the belle of our class The beatuiful Ernestine Lott, A fair dainty lass, who ne'er looks in the glass Whose school record has never a blot. 16 Of the Sign of -the Fourn Grace Bynum knows more T'han perhap-s anyone can tell, Bu-t when it comes to reading Caesar, Sudie Self holds the floor, Rivialed only by Young William Pell. 17 Harry Dalton is our greatest Demosthenes And many laurels he has Won, Even Jes-sie James he,-s tried to please And so has Robert Vaughn. rg 4

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THE BLACK AND GOLD. 37 0112155 lgrnphrrg nf 1911 Almia Hauser. - Tip-top, sounded the spring rain with gentle persistency. Rock, rock, unconsciously my chair kept time to the dripping on the roof. Hip-tap, write--write, the rain seemed to say. But what should I write? My thouglitfs Were troubled and confessed. No clear vision could I get, and yet, only fifteen days till commencement-our commencement, and the class of .1911 was de-pending on me ior its vision of the future. Oh, dear, I siglied, 'tif only some sibyl wouhl come to me with the books -of the Wise, I--H: but what was that met my s-tartled gaze? A vvoman, ol-d and bent, quaintly dressed in the garb of long ago carrying in her wrinkled hand a li-ttle book, quaint and old like herself. Take it, she said., holding the book before me, read what the Wise have to say of the class of 19l1. Unconsciously I took the little bo-ok, but as I turned its pages, they were 'blank, and no Writing could I see at all. PshaW, I said, and looked up impatiently, but the little old Woman had disappeared as mysteriously as -she had come. My curiosity Was thoroughly aroused. Who was the Woman, and Why had she given me the book? I turned again to the mys- terious blank pages. In a -tiny pocket on the last page, I found a pair -of gold spectacles. Putting them on, I found o-n looking at the book, that the seemingly blank pages Were closely Writ-ten. As I turned the leaves I recognized, one by one, each member of my class. Such vivi-d pictures Were brought before my mind, that my eyes immediately filled With tears at the thought of my schoo-ldays. Taking -off the glasses to Wipe my eyes, I coul-d again see nothing. Then the truth dawned upon me. This book Was sent in order that I might know the future of my classmates, an-d it Was so arranged that