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

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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.

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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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8 THE BL.-LCE AKD GOLD They broke into Granger's mill last night and stole the supplies of the Continental Army, and father said that from all appearances, they will be overrunning this part of the country very soon, said a third. In the excitement of the moment, Janice forgot her wrongs of the morning and entered eagerly in the discus- sion. 1 To Janice it seemed that the lesssons would never end that day, and it must have seemed the same to all the rest. for everybody was restless and inattentive, and the excite- ment was intenseg for though the war between Great Brit- ain and America had been going on for several months. the armies had not yet come down into Xew Jersey. the place in which this story takes place. The scenes of activity had most all been up around Boston. - It was enough to excite them, for they had heard accounts of the sufferings of people at the hands of the Hessian soldiers. and the foraging of the armies on both sides. ' The session finally dragged to a close and the children were dismissed for the day. Janice snatched up her books and hurried towards homeg wishing to get home as quick as she could to tell the news she had heard, she decided to take a short cut through the woods which bordered their pasture lot, to crawl through the fence and then to cut across the pasture to the house. She started to follow out this course and was well through the dark woods with the pasture in sight. when she was attracted by the sound of a low moan. She stopped, her hands upon her wildly beating heart, and listened. After an interval of what seemed hours to the waiting girl, but which really was only a few minutes, the sound was repeated. For some reason she seemed unable to run: besides she was a brave girl and the thought of some one in