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

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THE BLACK AND GOLD 17 little angel ob a child aint got nary Christmas present? Wl13t,S we gwine do, Zeke? 'tLawd knows, I don't known, Merandy. I aint got nary a cent to my na1ne. I don't know nothin' I can do lessen I go to town and see if I can git a little wuk.'7 Dats de thing! Clear out from here den, and don't you come back without something fur de child. Do yo' hear? A t'Yas I hear. an' I'm gwine right now. The Lloyd ls house was situated upon a hill and set back a good way from the main road. In order to save time and work, Uncle Zeke took a short cut, and half slid, half crawled down the steep embankment and started forward on his journey to town. A few yards along he stooped and picked up a small roll of paper. UFO' de Lawd! he exclaimed, 'cwhat am dis? He slipped off the rubber band and smoothed the roll with lean, tremulous fingers. His jaw dropped. '4For de Lawdf, he repeated in an awed whisper, Hdis am money- mo' money 'n I can count I So rejoiced was he that he had to go back to Hde big house to tell Aunt Merandy. Praise de Iiawd! exclaimed the old woman when she saw the roll of money. It am jist de answer to my prayer. And so it happened that when Christmas morning dawned bright and clear, little Lucy found her stocking full of Christmas toys. -Ruth Anderson, '14. 3 .

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16 THE BLACK AND GOLD 1HHammg'n Anzmrrrh Idragvr Lv Qfgqf ITTLE LUCY was sitting in black Mammy's lap before the big fire in the library. Oh, lXIammy, said the little one, Hwhy did those old Yankees come and take my papa away Rd break my mamais heart so that she died? -les ,cause theyls natu'ally low down white trash, replied black mammy. But never mind, honey, she ad- ded in a soothing tone, Mammy's gwine take care er baby. fi know, mammy, but I want my mama andupapa. And just think, it is Christmas, too! Santa Claus doesn't come to orphans, does he, mammy? 'fiawd hab mercy! Cose he do, child. Mammy done forgot all about its being Christmas Eve. You better take off your clothes and hustle your little self into bed, 'cause you know Santa Claus won't come 'till you are fast asleep. Lucy willingly obeyed and ten minutes later was fast asleep in her little bed. lllammy stayed with her until she was asleep, and then went back into the library to think how she was going to get money to buy the child something for Christmas. Finally she dropped down by the chair, which her little mistress had vacated only a few minutes before, and with the tears streaming down her black face she prayed: Oh, Lawd, help me to git money from some whar to buy my darling baby a present with. I don 't know whar its coming from, Lawd, but 17111 a trusting you to hear de prayer ob dis poor niggar dis night, Amen. As she rose from her knees, Uncle Zeke, her husband came in with an armful of wood. 'cHey, man. You is jist the person I's a seeking. Do you know dat dis am Christmas Eve night, and our poor

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18 THE BLACK AND GOLD Uhr Qlhriatman Glurkvg T IYAS the day before Christmas. Mother Blickendorfer was clearing away the dinner dishes when a loud knock was heard at the p Jlkl- door. Now the Blickendorfers were in the habit of leaving their door Wide open, as an invitation to every passerby to drop in, but since the Indians had become so unfriendly during the last few weeks, the good Moravian Qiouse Wife kept the door tightly bolted even in the day- time. As the cabin was just on the out-skirts of Bethabara, and since father Blickendorfer had gone to Cross Creek on business for the brethren, there was all the more need for caution. HRun. Marie Henrietta. said Mrs. Blickendorfer, as the knocking continued, peep through the window and see who it isf' 4'It is Hans Peter Shober! cried Marie Henrietta. her round face beaming with delight at the prospect of a visitor. UPlease, may I unlatch the door? Of course. child. replied her mother, and be quick about it, else Hans Peter will batter it down. As Marie Henrietta unlatched the door. Hans Peter rushed in, all breathless and pale with fright. The baby was having a spell and nothing would do but Mrs. Blicken- dorfer must come immediately, as there were no other neighbors near enough. She hesitated as to leaving the children alone in the house. But her kind heart prompted her to go, so she left. HVVhen I am gone, shut the door and bolt it, and do not open it. were the last words she spoke upon leaving. As Mrs. Blickendorfer left her cottage, an Indian who had been sneaking around the neighborhood for several days, crept up to the house. Just before he reached the door,