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

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THE BLACK AND GOLD How far toward this end did Miss Mary strive Though We thought it a daily grind. 9 I remember all the original ways She thought up to relieve the strain, And the double worth in work and thought From her period We would gain. All our teachers did their best to make us strong, And Worthy may we beg For in each of our hearts for them shall live A thankful and dear memory. 10 But my High School days are over now, And I softly close the doorg Should I breathe a prayer as I leave this spot It would be, that forevermore Throughout our lives in Work or play, Our standard would always be That, only the best is good enough , In this land of the brave and free. LUELLA COCHRAN I- .wk C' ' 'Z fm. V U ': 2 ': A 5 W 'S EEN -iw .v dwg' 2, fy I -AMW if U A N :A fig- ,-.5 IIPI 9 '99-'5Tfmf1 ' l?G5a:14i1?z?f

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THE BLACK AND GOLD They all have striven to clasp At the end of the race the true rewardg But oft 'tvvas beyond their grasp. 5 For the boon of the soul is the finer things That are neither bought nor sold. With a single aim we must strive for them As Eneas in the tale of old. With the patient aid of Miss Wood vve've gained The Worth of the story he told, And a victory of mental and moral force That to strive at hard tasks will mould. 6 But the small tasks of life will confront us, too, And these are the ones that count. There's many a man, his eyes on a star, Neglects problems of small amountg And thus he never reaches his goal, For each is a stepping stone. So Miss Hunter carefully taught the girls The art of making a home. 7 The commercial students have prepared To conduct the business phase Of the Work of the World. For each, there's a part In the masterful scheme, and Ways To utilize all the bravvn and brain By each of us possessed. So Miss Dodson and Miss James have tried To help them do their best. 8 For the best is requiredg the s.rong will rule In the struggles we each must meetg And our minds must be trained to keep pace with the years To make our worth replete. And, ah, as again remembrance brings The good old days to mind,

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THE BLACK AND GOLD 25 Gllaaa Qiatnrg Qi-:W 'Wife NE bright September morning, eleven long years ago, ' there was excitement in many homes in Winston- Salem, for a host oflittle boys and girls with shin- , 5, . , , , 533. lng morning faces were to enter school for their T4 first time.f From all sections of the city these little scholars came, and vvhen the school records were made out that afternoon, it was found that they had filled to overfiovving the first grades of the West End, the North, and East Schools. This Was the Class of l9l6, and as vve look back on those first days that We spent in school We cannot help but smile. But even then no one doubted that our class would be a success. The very click of our little heels as vve marched through the halls with heads high and chests raised seemed to express determination. g Soon each small hand tightly clasped its first real school book, and a look of proud ownership covered each beaming face. Then came the good times at recess. Such feats as jump-the- rope, stealing-sticks, hop-scotch, and crack-the-Whip were a part of our daily schedule. It was usually with a feeling of regret that We heard ','rise, one, tvvo, three , Which meant you may go now, and We lookedfforvvard with eagerness to the day when We, too, should have second recesses. T :How quickly the time passed! Before We could hardly realize it, our little ThirdfReader had been left far behind, and We Were joyjully entering Grammar School. Here, for the first year or so, our feet wandered only through paths of pleasuren, but soon the novelty began to Wear off, and then vve noticed that our Way Was rough and difficult. At the sight of long division and geography and history our spirits sank, and our steps grevv slovv and uneven. Yet in spite of all our failures, We pushed steadily onvvard, and soon We found our- selves ready to enter High School,