Roanoke High School - Acorns Yearbook (Roanoke, VA)

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74 311013115 uf IKIJHTIUISZ 1919 The Child is Father of the Man HY Petey, dear, what can be the trouble? anxiously exclaimed his mother. O mother, l failed on Geometry exam. It made lVlr. Phelps so mad he rolled his big eyes at me and said, 'You may go to the of-fice and ob-tain a per-mit to en-ter a-gain this class,' Oh! what must I do? But nearly everybody was in trouble to-day. Ben and George, my best friends, were promenading down the hall, imitating one of the faculty, when suddenly Mr. Turner whirled around and came switching back toward them. l-le says Ben will be put out of our history class-no, didnit touch George, for he's lVliss Carlisleis pet. Oh! but I must stop. Forrest Miller' and Sally Lovelace say I ought not to fuss about our instructors for we often 'try them.' If Forrest and Sally ever become teachers they will certainly be loved by their pupils. Then thereis Willie Parsons who is a good boy. Smart, too, but doesn't act like he thinks he knows it all. Mother, why am I not like him? Rap! Rap! There! some one knocks! Good afternoon, madamf, Good eveningf, l, John S. McDonald, the solicitor of subscriptions for our approaching Annual, am before your charming personality this afternoon for the purpose of winning from you your kindest consideration of our 'Acorns of Roanokef This is a most noble volume. Speaking my incantations spontaneously from the chemical standpoint, it is one of the most illustrious ever produced by a student body. Pardon me, young man, but at leisure hours I enrich my vocabulary by the use of a dictionary not by conversation with agentsf, Having thus viewed disappointment and defeat, Mac lVlcDonald retraced his steps toward the I-ligh School building. just as he turned the corner-. Chl hello there, Sully! You are looking mighty sweet and sprightly this afternoon. How goes the Annual?

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1919 9111817115 nf 1308110112 73 Sophomore History H been Seniors at unior High School' Of this we were quita. aware for the Powers that be were continually telling us that we were in the highest class and, therefore, must set a good example for the lower grades in the school. At that time boys and girls were always coming over from High School fespecially when they wanted money for the Athletic Association or the Annuall to inform us that we were as much a part of the High School as those in the higher grades. Didn't we feel big? But our heads were to be lowered and not gradually, by any means, but all in one day. That was the day we arrived at the High School building. As this is supposed to be a History and history consists of plain facts- here is the plainest-we were treated dreadfully! The Sophomore girls needed a few hairpins so they very politely OPI took ours. The boys- well their reception was warm CPU. So during the first and second years of our High School life we experienced both sides of the old saying, Kings among dogs, and dogs among Kings. In our last year at the Junior High, we were looked up to, somewhat as kings, by the other pupils of the schoolg while in our second year we experienced sensations something like the latter part of the old saying. However, after two weeks of arranging schedules we got down to work but this did not last long, for schools were closed on account of the flu, With the exception of about two weeks' work, regular studies were not resumed until after Christmas holidays. The mid-year examinations showed how little knowledge we had really acquired but we did the best we could under such trying circumstances. There are two things to which this class looks forward and they are: Greeting the rats that come from the Junior High School next year, and reigning supreme in the year l.92l. N September, 1917, we entered our first year in High School. We had BARBARA I-Iocra.

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1919 Qicurns of Roanoke 75 Pretty good. I have just finished toasting the faculty a bit, didn't scorch them Cas they do usl but just toasted a little. Listen to a few: I-lere's to Miss Cora with mind so bright, Who rivals addin' machines with all her might. l-lere's to Nliss Carlisle. a friend of the boys, 'Tho sometimes she treats them as if they were toys. I-lere's to Mr. Turner, impartial and fair, Gracefully he glides as he steps with care. That's great, Sully, who- Wait a minute-this is best: I-lere's to Mr. Layman, the student body pet, In a race of-jokes, he wins, you bet! I-lere's to Mrs. Smith, who lately did embark, Upon a tranquil sea in Matrimonial Ark. I-lere's to Professeur, who lately est venu, Endowing R. I-I. S. avec sens beaucoupf' I-lere's to McDonald, a faculty sample, Sorry to say he's not Seniors' example. I-lere's to Mr. Parsons, beloved and adored, To save him from critics we'd jump over Board. I-lere's to McQuilkin, who as a dog at bay, Swiped our School Turkey on Thanksgiving Day. Sully, they are splendid! But where does Miss Hayward come in? Oh, that reminds me! I wish you were in our English class. I'm simply crazy about Miss I-Iayward, but she tickles me sometimes. To-day she called us 'stupid,' 'inane,' says we 'take no pride in getting up our parts in Shakespearef so forth, so on. Pausing for a few seconds, she continued: 'We just as well call a spade a spade, and not a shovel. You show no appreciation of Macbeth,