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

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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

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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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38 THE BLACK AND GOLD. none but the wearer of the magic glasses could read the book. Taking advantage of this opportunity, I turned to the first page, an-d began with breathless interest to devour the con- tents of the pages which had sealed in them the fates of my frien-ds. The first page gave an interesting -account of a trial in the court -room of a large city in Wyoming. I was surprised to see the names -of some of my old school fellows playing the most promiinent part of the trial. Judge William Pell presided on the bench, while Lawyer Howard Godfrey airdently cross- ques-tioned the prisoner, Paul Walker, who was up for break- ing the spe-ed limit in his newly invented automo-bile. The next page gave the astonfishing news that Mamie Wall had gone on the stiage, making a speciality of performing in vaudevilles, that Ida Matlock was wielding the rod as a coun- try school-ma'am5 Sudie Self was suing for a 'divorce from her third husband, while Robert Vaughn, think of it: was circuit ri-der in the fifth Arkansas district. On t'he top of the next page was inscribed these w-ords, Lat- est Thing in Electric Flesh-Reducers. The remnainder of the page seemed at first glace, blank, but as I looked more intent- ly, -a tent rose before my view. Outside the tent, on a small platform, was seate-d a familiar figure, which I recognized as my former classmate, Daisy Yates, advertised as a 'sample of the result -of the Flesh-Reducer. Then the tent flapped open, and Within was Lessie Penry sea.ted -on the electric chair, ready to be transformed, while Glenn Davis, the wonderful inventor, waited upon her. I was still staring amazed, when all at 0-nce the picture faded away-and I found myself reading a most touching sto-ry. In front of -a small house in a distant state, a great cr-owd had gathered, for the house was to be sold at auction. It happened in this way: Two old maids, whose names were Ernestine Lo-tt and Anna Dell Neal, lived a .solitary life in this cottage, and were supporting themselves by writing lo-ve sto-ries. Their ho-me was mnortgage-d to 'Squire James Roddick, who, when they could no-t meet it, foreclosed the