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

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THE BLACK AND GOLD 31 Quin EI ilivllnm EH P215 W Y, HEN I entered High School, highest ideal was I to graduate as soon as I possibly could. In the ninth grade I envied the graduate more than ever Tis,?gj before. In the tenth I laid my plans as to how I was going to act when I graduated, whom I was going to send invitations to, what my graduating essay was going to be on, how many medals and honors I was going to carry off, and above all how proud I was going to make my parents when they heard me delivering my declamation which was to win the silver loving-cup. All this rushed to my head when I was a Junior. Ah! how mistaken I wasl Vacation came. I worked at the store and prayed for the time to fly faster that I might become a Senior and graduate-above all, graduate. It seemed that time just would not hurry, it in- sisted on lagging and making me wish all the harder. At last, with a cry of delight, I tore the August sheet off the calendar and welcomed September lst, the day I was to be- come a Senior-but now all my desires to graduate were gone. None of the happy thoughts which had greeted me when I thought of the wonder of being a Senior and graduating occurred to me. A feeling of despair came over me, something like sorrow, some- thing like-ohl I don't know how I felt, but if you have ever been to see a sick friend who you know cannot live very long and that that is the last time you will see him, you know something of my sensations as I came back to the dear old High School for the last year. For weeks this was the uppermost thought in my mind, medals, honors, scholarships, everything that I had planned was forgotten. A feeling of depression had taken possession of me. But at last I began to brighten up, there was college to plan for, the chance of another four years with my books. And so the days have passed, the time draws near when the end shall crown my labors. As I have not yet graduated I can- not tell how I shall feel on that important occasion, but one thing I am sure of, the memories of graduation day will live in my heart forever. H. BANKS Niawxrax.

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30 THE BLACK AND GOLD lessons of purity, truth, perseverance, determination, unswerving obedience to duty must be heeded if they would crown their labors with successf' The vision faded. But clear in my mind remains the lesson it brought, and gladly did I share it with my classmates. MADGE S1LLs. Smnzet lflanh Did you ever hear of a wonderful land just beyond the sunset glow, Full of birds that warble throughout the year And Howers wherever you go? The land is there if we only could reach The signboard that points 'the way, And the path that leads to the open gate Is for only the joyous and gay. 'Long the path grows the dew-sprinkled Violet and rose, It's but wide enough for two, And the luscious berries that sparkle near by Would be food for me and you. There is music there and the melodies Are tuned to the Maker's ear By the bubbling brook as it gurgles along And the breeze singing far and near. And through the gate stretches far away That beautiful sunset land. There'll be merry, laughing children there, And lovers strolling hand in hand. So please go with me to the little path Near hidden in its winding way, And together let's find the gate and the joy Of our Sunset Land, today. LUELLA COCHRAN.

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3.2 THE BLACK AND GOLD 0112155 igrnphvrg Io til l T was in the Fall of the year 1940. I was traveling through the country selling books,-yes, I was just il a book-agent, if you please,-when, by strange cir- Q cumstances, I was drawn back to Winston-Salem, the scene of my girlhood, the happiest part of my life. How strange I felt as the old, and yet wonderfully new, town loomed up before mel Wliat conflicting emotions surged over me as I reached for my grip, adjusted my prim little bonnet, and hurried forth from the over-heated car! A waiting electric 'bus took me, not to one of the great sky- scraper-hotels for which the new Winston-Salemf was famous, but to a modest little hostelry that suited better my slim purse. I had hardly gotten settled in my comfortable little quarters when a timid knock interrupted me. Giving a last friendly pat to my bonnet before putting it away, I cried, Come in. In answer, the door was pushed slightly ajar and a little old lady, fat as a butter-ball, walked, or rather waddled, in. Excuse me, she said, but I am the housekeeper of this place and I just wanted to make sure you were comfortable. Why-', suddenly she started- aren't you one of the W.-S. H. Sfs Class of 'l6?-Bessie Ambler that was? o 4 I Bessie Ambler that was and always will be, I answeredra trifie shortly, for the one affair of my girlhood had been rudely broken. HVVell, well! she cried, eagerly seizing me by the hand, to think of Bessie Ambler turning out to be such a sedate, proper little old maidll' She laughed till the tears rained down her cheeks. f'Now, my dear, you must just let me sit down and have a good, old-timy gossip with you. As the one chair in the room was filled with my dusty travel- ing garments I perforce had to let her sit on the edge of the bed,