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

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30 THE BLACK AND GOLD Class Porm Hark! there’s a call that strikes the ear. Forth to the conflict, free from fear; Tis duty calling and we must hear— Life’s race is just begun. Up to the heights and on to the goal, Courage and valor within every soul, From every temptation ourselves to control, Till the weary toil is done. There may be hardships, trials, and sorrow; From our grief others are tempted to borrow; Let’s turn away to a glad tomorrow— ‘The storm is soon past, and so Still pressing onward with noble pride, With lofty aims, and by his side Who lovingly promised to be our guide To victory we will go. The day may seem dreary and sad and long; We may feel neglected in life’s busy throng; But we fill our hearts with a gladsome song And make the day worth while. It may be that we’re misunderstood, Even while trying to do good— We've enemies—quell the angry mood And greet them with a smile. For enmity can’t long remain To break the bonds of Friendship’s chain; For the sun shines on behind the rain, And gloom is changed to cheer. For truly we must all admit Life’s just what we shall make of it; So may true joy enthroned sit ‘Throughout each coming year! Our High School days are over now; Thus far, we’ve borne it all somehow. Into the deep we turn our prow To sail life’s stormy sea. Let’s be content, and nobly proud, A silver lining’s in each cloud, And thus, at last, we’ll cry aloud: “We've won the victory!” VERNIE Fercuson, ’17.

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THE BLACK AND GOLD 29 DONALD TATEM Assistant Business Manager of Black and Gold; Member of De- bating Team; Member of Ex- ecutive Committee of The Pick- wick Players; Member of the Athletic Association; Member of Black and Gold Joke Committee. “Yank” is the good-looks of the school. Handsome? O my! yes. But he can’t help it. We all have our faults, and he is not above the rest, even though at times he does get a little flighty. Tate (synonymous of Yank) also has a voice; but, fortunately (for us), he does not use it often.

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THE BLACK AND GOLD 31 Extracts Hrom a Diary of 1942 IS rather gloomy tonight, the twilight seems to have a tinge of sadness in it. I suppose it always does for us old people; there is a soft wind blowing from the sea and it brings a bit of spray in it which kisses my cheek with a soft gentle touch. I have been sitting here looking out over the wild waste of the swirling waters and dreaming— dreaming of the days that have long gone by. Memories—ah! they are wonderful things—to dream over the times that long ago seemed to me so full of joyousness. I have been looking over my old diaries, and out of the mist of the past, faces rise before me, the faces of the friends I used to know. It was in my diary for 1942 that I ran across some remem- brances of my old High School days. I copied out some extracts, for I loved them all, and of all the days I ever knew those were the happiest. So I’m reading them in the twilight and reading—I’m floating back across the years, to the days when these silver locks were brown and this bent back was supple. Friday, January 6th, 1942 I have just been to Keith’s with the dearest, sweetest, most adorable person in the world. I won’t put his name for fear other eyes than mine will see this. And that would be awful! “The most remarkable thing happened though! During the showing of Pathe’s News I recognized some of the Class of ’17 on the screen and heard their voices just as natural as 25 years ago. I have been trying in vain till now to find out something about them, too. This was what first astonished me so: RuraAL ScHOOL TEACHER Becomes Famous ACTRESS Mademoiselle Folly Farrell That looked interesting to me and especially when in introduc- ing the famous personage the speaker said that she had been dis- covered when she was carrying pansies and other flowers to the French teacher in the same school. A noted playwright happened to be there at the time and he was struck by the grace and per- sistency with which she sought her end. It was queer, but between the name Farrell, pansies, and French teacher, I couldn’t help but think of Ada Gray Ogburn, and that was who it was. Then they showed an orphan asylum that was established by Frances Barrett. It appears that she is very fond of cooking, and having already lost five husbands by her cooking, she decided to try her luck on an asylum. She took a notion that she wanted a “‘chief-