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

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24 THE BLACK AND GOLD all circumstances. They worked hard to win, and did not think of losing when the final contest came off with Graham High School. The example set by these boys might be followed by every member of our school, for it is only by determination, perse- verance and hard work, that we can ever expect to bring any honor to our school. -L. Tlhv High Ssrhunl ani! Ihr Qlitg The high school is often referred to as a business establish- ment, and there is no doubt that it is one of the most important and most interesting of all the business plants in the world.. It is almost a necessity for every city to maintain a school which will give to its boys and girls a broader and more thorough training. Qur city high school is a school which does all of 'thisg it is the best investment ever made by our citizens. Here the student does not depend upon a teacher for help, but stands on his own feet, and in the high school he begins to realize all that he may make of himself. The high school is an investment made by the men and women of today, in order to have a more efficient and more ideal citizenship tomorrow. In our high school are found the boys and girls who will make the Winston-Salem of twenty years hence. Here are the men and women who will, or will not, make our city a city of power and influence in the State. In fact, our high school is the Winston-Salem of tomorrow. -L.

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06 Pd THE ,BLACK AND GOLD GBUPI' ihv Iva- up-0112155 'igiiatnrg T was a dismal afternoon in late February. I had stepped to the door to answer the postman's call, when my attention was attracted by a crowd of mer- ry school girls coming down the street. They were evidently seniors at the High School near by, for now and then I caught echoes of senior play, fourth year Englishf, the party the Juniors gave usf, in As I listened my thoughts went back to my school days, and the words of the old song surged in my heart, Roll backward, 0 time in your flight, Make me a school girl just for to-night. .So intent was I on the thought of other days, that I did not notice that the gate had opened and some one was coming up the gravel walk. I Is this wherel-Q-? a sweet voice broke upon my reveries. KWVhy-lldary Johnson! as sure as I'm living! Where did you come from, lklary? Isn't it funny? I was just thinking of old daysf' I rattled on, not giving Mary a minute to answer as I led her into the sitting-room. Can you realize, said lVIary, as we drew our chairs close together for a cozy chat, that it is almost ten years since we graduated from the old High School?'l . No, I can't, I replied. It seems but as yesterday since we were having class meetings to decide such momentous ques- tions as to what kind of blouse we girls should have our pictures taken in, or as to whether the boys should wear button bouquets or not on commencement night. l'How long that commencement night was coming, said lldary with a gentle sigh. Five long years we worked with that in view, longer than other graduating classes, for the seventh