Roanoke High School - Acorns Yearbook (Roanoke, VA)

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1919 55013115 uf Iiuunnke 59 The Maid of Youth I. A , -e She was just eighteen and free from care! Sr The purest flower, so rich and rare! .W ,1 X And she was young as she was fair f-ggi And myriads of lights twinlfled in her hair For she was the Maid of Youth! f is 4 'THEM D II. g Her voice was so dreamy, just to hear! ' il Her lips and her cheeks were roses dear, lx Her happy eyes ne'er had a fear Of a cold bleak world so gloomy and dr'ear,' l For she was the Maid of Youth! I ! 1 ri III. f X For who is it old, and who is it young, And who is it grown, and who that has run His course in life to the setting of the Sun And loves not the ways of the Happiest One, The ways of the Maid of Youth? x'4' IV. Though my eyes he dim, and my hair he gray May I still have a heart and a tongue to say, The mem'ry of my dream has ne'er passed away It shines in my heart even this very day, My dream of the Maid of Youth! G. NOELL, 'I9. 3 X

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53 91503115 uf BUHUURZ 1919 humored and 'fatug Julian Baker, editor of the largest paper in Bostong Elijah lVlcClanahan, a successful banker in Atlantag Cary Moomaw, a prosperous business man in Richmondg and, last but not least, Paul Price and Carroll Neblette. Paul and Carroll have gone into partnership on a wonderful dis- covery Which they made. They call it Anti-Fat. In their advertisements Paul poses as Before, and Carroll as After, and in large letters are printed these words: Look what it did for me. When the pastor had given his blessing to the happy pair and dismissed them, I started forward to offer my congratulations when suddenly everything became dim. The church faded from my sight. There was no sound except the whispering of the wind in the trees and I was alone. The caldron still smoked over the dying embers but nothing was left of my vision save the scattered, gray ashes of memory. THE PROPHET. fr 4 7 . lifz-2.v,45',3f,lxk W f :f!1'. ,I 3 ,.:,, N5 li g :SX .1 ah-Q 5' 4 is - 2 is 7, f be Nffi- -,

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60 Stearns of Roanoke 1919 'foo They? rn say They Do! T HAD been decidedby the School Board that it would be more bene- ficial for Roanoke to turn R. H. S. into a Dance Hall. It was nine o'clock when the Ball began. Miss Cure, the leader of the Jazz Band, commenced the music. Miss Bohannon played the piano, and Miss Funkhouser was the drummer. Miss Miller presided at the jews-harp and Miss Noell at the horn. At the sound of Oh, Helen,H'Mr. Phelps made a dashing leap for Miss Board, but Mr. Turner, having been star player on the varsity football team, interposed and got there first. Mr. Phelps, undaunted, soon broke that up by slapping Mr. Turner on the back. This would have floored him had he not fallen into Miss Beebee's arms, who was gliding across the floor with Mr. Parsons. Mr. Turner, a little nettled by his sojourn in Miss Beebee's arms, picked himself up and made for Mr. Phelps. A fight ensued, in which Mr. Turner easily won, because Mr. Phelps had gotten some chewing gum on his dancing pumps fspecial at 51.49, reduced from il'pl.50D that had fallen from Miss Board's rosy lips. ' Miss Lovelace and Mr. McDonald jazzed serenely on throughout the whole hubbub. They were easily the star dancers of the occasion. Miss Carlisle, with her hands on her hips and a coquettish look in her eye, walked up to Miss Board and said, Look here, kid, wha'd' you mean by flirting with my sweetie? I ain't no wall flower! Miss Reed and Miss Calfee had condescended to give a duo exhibition toe-dance. They looked very chic in their dainty frillecl ballet costumes. Miss Hayward, glancing at Miss Huff and Mr. Viaud, who were cheek- dancing, and at Miss Board, who was making smoke rings with a half-gone Fatima, had been blooming by the wall all the evening with Mr. Layman. She turned to him and said, What is the twentieth century girl coming to ? Mr. Layman sadly shook his head. - Ti-us SYNCOPATED FOUR.