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

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' 11 P if lark Hnflffnlf' 'Published four limes during each School Year by lhe Students of the Winston Cily High School VoL. III. DECEMBER 1912 No. 2 Autumn There is no time in the year like autumn, With the smile of May and the warmth of June, Vllhen every thing ceases its busy hum, And the clouds do not hide the silvery moon. The leaves in their beauty of red and gold Rustle and Whisper in the lazy Wind. Youth seems to come to all the old, And trouble and care are left behind. The fruit is all ripe and the grain is cut. VVe all rejoice that Thanksgiving is near, VVhen every one feels so joyful and glad, but No one thinks of shedding a tear. -Mary Johnson, 14. fdetnirifz Ahuenturr WL,-eng, ANICE started to school in a very unpleasant su frame of mind, for she had had a very trying time that morning and if Janice had a temper one could easily have seen that she inherited it, if they had seen her mother a few hours earlier. Mrs. Meredith was a stern woman and to get a reproof at her hands was

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JOHN WESLEY ALSPAUGI-I y Born July 22, 1827 Died November 3, 1912 Members of the Committee that drew the first graded school act proposed in a Legislature of North Carolina. Member of the Board of School Commissioners of the City of Winston from 1887 to 1892. 1 WILLIAM ASBURY WI-IITAKER Born June 13, 1844 Died December 6, 1912 Member and Secretary of the First Board of School Com- missionersof the City of Winston, from 1883 to 1888. Chairman of the Board from 1888 to 1894. You Wrought many mighty works in and for Vlinston, but none greater than the sure foundation you helped to H lay for public education in this, our City. The School Children of 'Winston call you, Friends.

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THE BLACK AND GOLD 7 something to be remembered. She had found Janice read- ing a romance, and to her such reading was the first step to the destruction of one 's soul, so she had reproved her, as she thought it was for her own good. Janice had seen her mother bestow her treasured book on the red coals of the large iire place and had watched the flames leap mock- ingly up and down it. She was a girl of spirit, but she had not dared oppose her mother, but she loved to read novels as much as any young girl would, so she smuggled them into the house in spite of her mother's reproofs and of course the joy of reading them was two-fold because of the danger that involved it. She walked along the road, her small hands clinched tightly at her sides, and her dainty head held erect in the most defiant manner. She was of medium height, slender and graceful, and was very pretty, in spite of her angry eX- pression, with beautiful brown hair making a loxely setting for her equally lovely face, a low, white forehead, black delicately penciled eyebrows, beautiful black eyes, shaded by long, curling eyelashes, a small, straight nose and a pair of lovely red lips, and rosy cheeks. The upper lip protruded very slightly over the under one, giving it a look of childish innocence. When Janice drew near the school house that morn- ing, she A-saw that something unusual had happened, for the scholars instead of boisterously playing around were gathered under the big sycamore tree in front of the building. 'fOh, Janice, have you heard the news? cried a rosy cheeked young girl, as she disengaged herself from the encircling arm of one of her girl friends and ran to meet the new comer. '4What news? J ' UAbout the Red Coats I cried a dozen voices together. They are coming this way, cried one.