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

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30 THE BLACK AND GOLD was about to take unto herself a third,--decided this fall to com- pete with me for the prize in cake making. VVhen I heard of it, I gracefully withdrew from the contest, for you know, dear lVIamie, that I would never compete with a friend when I was sure to win. But I helped Janet all I could with my advice and my recipes, too, so it was no wonder that she took every prize in the cake making department. VVhen I heard the good D-CWS., I fairly Hew to offer janet my congratulations, but would you believe it 3'--that scatter-brain girl-for though Janet is about to take her third husband, she's just like she always was,-that scat- ter-brain girl, I say, was nowhere to be seen. Ilseated myself in the cake booth for I felt for the honor of the contest, some one should be there to look after the blue ribbons. Pretty soon in came janet, her hair all blowsy, her hat on one side. Uh, Evelyn, she cried whom do you think I saw at the Bear Show just now? Robert Ormsby, that quiet boy you know who used to sit on the back seat in school. Well, he had grown so tall that at first I didn't recognize him. When he began tooting his horn, though, I knew it was Robertf, Of course it was interesting to hear of Robert again after all these years, but I tried to explain to janet how imprudent it was of her, even though she was a widow of two husbands, to take in the midway alone, especially one with the reputation this one had. But Janet insisted that in this enlightened day, there was no harm in a woman's going anywhere, and much against my better judgment she persuaded me to accompany her on an- other visit to the midway. So that was how it was I found myself in the midst of the fakirs gazing upon a brightly colored picture of a midget that hung in front of a rusty brown tent. There was something in the picture that attracted me, I knew not why, and when a shrill voice began to cry, H Come in and see little Hammie, the wonder- ful midget, I followed the crowd in. But what a shock I received. The midget proved to be no other than our own Ham Horton! He was standing upon a

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THE BLACK AND GOLD 29 for the annual, and getting up the Senior number of the Black and Gold, there was little time left for studying, but in some mysterious way we managed to reach the longed-for goal, grad- uation night and diplomas. VVhy, must you be going? Do come up the next time you have to wait between trains and let us renew our youth again talking over the days that are no more. Emily Griffith. .i-...1.l-i Gllaan Hrnphvrg Q44 lo since that never-to-be-forgotten Commencement Q' , Day when we bade farewell to the old High - School? How little we dreamed on that day, We two, who were so near and dear to each other, that for years the broad Atlantic would separate us, that you, the lassie so de- lightful, would bury yourself in the heart of Africa among the heathen Bakubas, that I, so fitted, as everyone thought, to make some man happy, would spend my days in single blessedness. Y DEAR MAMIE: 'Vi Rf' Can you realize that thirty years have rolled by i I fffv i. But there are compensations in every walk of life. You in your chosen work among the heathen have won the respect and love of thousands of black ones, I, with my turn for homely tasks, have gained a reputation here in Chinquapin Cove for cakes and pies, for jellies of every kind. Indeed, it has been my custom ever since I located here to exhibit at the annual County Fair specimens of my culinary skill that are the wonder and envy of housewives far and near. Owing partly to my success as a winner at the County Fair, and partly to the fact that she wished to make a little extra pin money, Janet McNair-Blumendale-Henderson,-you remember I wrote you that our old friend had buried two husbands and

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THE BLACK AND GOLD 31 barrel, giving his age and measurements, spouting forth pages of Practical Chemistry, working originals in Solid Geometry with neither pencil nor paper, while the crowd before him listened in open-mouthed wonder that one head so small could hold all he knew. As we turned aside from little Hammie, the sound of a woman's voice drew us to a crowded tent where upon a raised platform Kate iDavis, . A woman of her gentle sex The seeming paragon, harangued upon the subject of Woman's Suffrage. Kate, I must confess, proved to be a most forceful speaker, and I was not surprised when I learned that she was in much demand at conventions for Women's Rights. Her husband, 'tis said, leads a lonely life at home, however, while she gallivants round the country. The person who gave me this information was a re- porter for The Cutty Chunk Times, a pleasant, grey-haired wom- an who stood near me. She wore heavy goggles so that it was not till she raised her glasses to wipe her eyes, that l saw she was our commercial friend, Minnie Whitaker. And what of Dovie Dean?,' l asked Minnie, for seeing one of our 'business girlsf reminded me of the other. f'Why, havenlt you heard ? asked Minnie in surprise. 'cShe has attained an unprecedented reputation as a speiler. She is now speiling for Francisco Utopeeoh, the noted ventriloquistf' Francisco Utopeeoh turned out to be our Jennie Byerly, and Little Bitee Nancy, the girl who helped her amuse the crowd by doing sleight-of-hand tricks, proved to be the youngest mem- ber of our class, Nannie Hanes. ,ln the heart of the Midway we found another schoolmate, Lucile Henning, with a troop of orphans tagging after her. Lucile was giving the orphans the time of their life, treating them to pink ice cream and letting them see the outside of the shows. About the time l saw Lucile l was feeling pretty bum, to use a slang expression. Accustomed as I had been for years to