Roanoke High School - Acorns Yearbook (Roanoke, VA)

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1919 Hcur115 uf Jliuanuke 55 Senior Class History When we blooming novices to High School did come, Prospects for us looked awfully glum, Old R. H. S, in the days of 'sixteen Indeed was a trying and fearful scene. But soon this scene of horror shifted,- We found ourselves to Sophomores lifted And when we were funiors, so pert and wise, Our importance, indeed, was hard to disguise. But now we're above these things so petite And have passed to loftier places more fit. We are slowly unloclfing the Cate of Life In spite of the absence of our dear Miss Critz. Flu failed to stop us on our march to success. And we've produced famous people, you no doubt must confess Our heroes in basket-ball, football and track, The vim and the pep did never laclg. We mustn't forget our Shakespeare class, There was many a scold and many a laugh! After watching Miss Heyward who showed us how We all should be famous actors by now. Our 'nineteen class had disadvantages threefold, But these only tended our will to mold, And as hoary Father Time moves swiftly on We,ll not forget High School and the days t'hat are gone. We've written this poem just to let you know Things that have happened in the Senior Rowg just to prove to you t'hat saying true, You can always do what you will to do. I-IISTORIAN. -

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54 Qlrurns uf Roanoke 1919 A Touch of Black Magic V DRAW the wizard's circle upon the sands, and blue flames spring from its circumference. I describe an inner circle, and green flames come responsive to my words of Magic. I touch the common center of both with my wand and red flames, like adders' tongues, leap from the earth. Over these I place my caldron filled with the blood of a new killed deer and as it boils I speak my incantations and make my mystic signs and passes, watching the blood-red mist as it rises to meet the Spirits of the Air. I chant my conjurations as I learned them from the Great Key of Solomon and while I speak the ruddy fumes take human forms. Out of the dark, fathomless Past come a company of old friends. While the caldron boils, their cloud forms grow ever more distinct and definite, till at length I can trace their every feature. I see the color of their eyes. I discern the shades of their hair still glossy with the sheen of youth. They and the events of their lives, their joys and sorrows, their virtues and sins, their hatreds, jealousies and loves-the seven numbers of the total sum of life-pass before me as in a panorama, moving when I bid them move, pausing when I bid them pause, speaking when I bid them speak and alas! fading back into the dim, gray limbo of the past long, long ere I would have them go. But hark! my radiant shades are about to speak. The play is about to begin. I My first scene is on a crowded city street. Throngs of people are hurrying in every direction but strange to say many of them seem to have one destination in view and pushed along by the crowd I, too, join the hurrying masses and turn my face toward the common Mecca of all. I had gone only a few steps when some one touched me on the shoulder and turning around I saw a young lady dressed in very Mannish Style swinging a light cane. I did not immediately recognize her, but soon remembered the trim little lady who formerly graced the halls of Roanoke I-Iigh School and who was a member