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

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THE BLACK AND GCLD. 39 mortgage, and ofere-d to sell the home at public auction. When the energetic little auctioneer began the s-ale, a 'deep voice sud- denly bid highest, and the property wa.s bought and presented to the thankful old maids by a bachelor who had the reputa- tion of being mighty in heart a.s well as pocketbook, David Crawford. With eyes full of tears, the next. page carried me to a more joyful scene. A beautiful church wedding was soon to be celebrated in New York, and the bride and groom-to-be were none but my old friends, Fay Naylor and Velsor Langley. On the next page, I learned the interesting news that Donna Henry had gone as a missionary to China, and th-at Harry Dalton, the silver tongued orator of High School Days, had just been appointed Minister Plenipotentiary to Turkey and was soon to sail with his fair bride, Margaret Gray. Next was the life-sized picture of Ernest Hedgecock, chief of professional ballplayers, the pride of VVinstfon-Sialem. He was ahead of Ty Cobb himself, and every -small boy longed to possess his picture, which was obtained from smoking tobacco packages. As I turned the next page, the flaming letters of Martin and Mill-oway's Great Circus caught my eye. Slowly a gre-at tent came into my view, where all the wonders of the world were being exhibited. Among them the famous lady, bare-back rider, Mary Horton, and the professi-onal lion-tamer, Percy Garner, attracted the most attention. It was a scene in New York that next caught my attention. Thousands of women were par-ading the streets under flaming banners proclaimiing, Woman's Rights and Suffrage forever! to my horror, I recognized two of my class-mates leading the procession, Grace Bynum and May Norman. On the next page, I learned that it was owing to the fiery speeche-s of that ardent womanfs Rights advocate, the Honor- able Luther Ferrell, th-at these girls had become co-nverfted to the movement. But alas, as I read further down tlhe page, I learned that poor Luther wa-s already repenting his elo-

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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

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40 THE BLACK AND GOLD. quence 5 for While his be-tter-half, Cornelia Taylor, Was flaunt- ing the banners, he Was at home cooking dinner. The picture of a little Inn in California, With the quaint inscription, For Single Ladies Only, attracted my atten- tion. Standing in the door of the Inn Were the proprietresses, Mary Jones and Ethel Grubbs. They seemed to be thriving and prosperous. They were talking with a stout, haughty looking lady, Who was Waiting for her automobile to turn 5 the noted Novelist, Audrey Ellis. Audrey's best bo-ok, as I read below, For Love's Sweet Sake, had run through its fifth edition Within the past year. The next bit of interest Was that Mary Grogan had success- fully cultivated her vo-cal chords, and was novv as s-oul-thrill- ing singer. Large audiences were Wont to assemble for the express purpose of hearing her -sing, for she could Warble like a bird, at one time 'bringing a flo-od of tears to the eyes of her hearers, or making them burst into an uproar of laughteiz The next page Was entirely devoted to the advertisement of the great bargains to be had at the gre-atest barbain store in the city, that of the prosperous merchant, Moses Shapiro. These bargains Were 'being offered in honor of the tenth an- niversary of this successful business house. ' As I next learned Irene Morris and Sadie Green were run- ning a hair dressing establishment in Norfolk, handling With the greatest skill and artistic care the latest styles of head dress, While Mary Sledge and Gorrell Matlock, recently grad- uated from St. Leo's Hospital in the same city, were itene-rating through the country, administering to the si-ck, free of charge, and giving particular attention to male patients. Jessie James was the next person I recognized in my b-0-ok of visions. What more appropriate than that she should be the happy Wife of a Texas Cowboy? But think of Sudie By- erly posing as a fortune-teller! I could hardly believe my eyes, when I read that quiet, gentle 'Sudie Was the World7s Great Clairvoyant. But the Wonders grew. As I turned to