Roxboro High School - Rocket Yearbook (Roxboro, NC)

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members. My worry was brought to an end that night, for [had a dream that told the destiny of each member of the class, all of them being very much worth while. As I slept a fairy spoke to me saying:— “Do not worry for I shall show you each member of the class as he will be twenty years hence.” In rapid sequence the fairy waved her wand and the members of the class of 1921 appeared on the screen one after another. ; The picture shown was the office of the President of a college for young women; in it I recognized Beth Brewer. From her mien, I judged her to be the lady principal, near her was seated Bessie Bradsher at a typewriter, whom I judged to be her stenographer. In another room of the same building I found Willie Crowder who was teaching Latin toa class of “green horn” Freshmen. She still wore glasses and was very quiet. At another wave of the fairy’s wand the White House was before me. In it I found Sam Merritt as President. To my astonishment I also recognized Robert Burch in the office of the President. They seemed bent over a small blue back English Grammar that we used to study, and the importance Robert in times passed attached to such things, I concluded that he was reviewing the President on the conjugations of lie, lay, sit and set. The Saint James Hotel, just two or three blocks from the White House, was the next place of interest, where I found Mary Lou Winstead, manager. Upon the register | found Senator Robert E. Long’s name. The next picture was a court house. There I saw Minnie Lee Winstead and Giles McCrary. The fairy said: “You always thought that Minnie Lee would take up some profession, and you are not surprised to see her a noted young lawyer, with her first and last case”. The opposing party was Mr. Giles McCrary, who after overcoming many difficulties won. In a progressive rural section I saw a little brown school. Inside I found Hallie Pugh presiding with all the dignity of the Pugh’s combined. She still had the smile of old and still was fine in all school work. The next scene was one of the most beautiful buildings that I had ever seen. I look- ed eagerly to see who owned it. Much to my surprise I saw “Hall Owen” written on the large window. I wondered if this could be Willie and Clarence, and was soon con- vinced that it was, for Clarence stepped out and got into a fine limousine. They were real estate agents and swaping was their game for each had married the one the other had liked back in our school days. : What would you imagine had become of Isabel de Viaming? She was President of the Southern Conservatory of music, and her musical talent has won her much praise and distinction. Our old friend Nellie Bird Woods is also here as an instructor. Splendid was she in all she undertook for not one mite of her friendliness had she lost. Nor was she still a “Bird of the Woods”—She had married a professor at Trinity College, and as each was interested in Educational work, Nell still reserved her place as an instructor. All the class I had seen but Julia and Ethel, I was afraid something had befallen them. Addressing the fairy I asked: “What has become of Ethel Daniels? Has anything ‘befallen her? A pleasant smile spread over her face as she answered: “No indeed, she is this very minute engaged in an air flight between New York and Chicago, carrying some very valuable government papers, she gets a handsome salary and is in high standing with the government officials.” I exclaimed that I could not believe Ethel to be an aviator, and to prove her word the fairy waved her wand and showed an airplane landing at the Chica- go field. I looked again and to my surprise it was Ethel, for her nose was the same as ever. My thoughts then turned to Julia and without waiting for me to ask about her, the ; ; : u ied, “No.” t the vision d: “Do you recognize the lady yonder?” I replied, “No. She brough fairy sal ‘i 1d maid. She was so stout I scarcely recognized her. nd, behold Julia Yancey an 0- : Ente pulling down the window, and I laughed to recall her usual occupation in High School as she could scarcely stand a breeze.

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HISTORY OF THE SENIOR CLASS The High School career of our class began on September 10, 1917. We all came on that first morning, thirty-six in number, feeling our importance, because we were in the High School. It seemed that our hearts desire was fulfilled. The year passed without any very exciting events except the society parties. We attended them for the first time and were so thrilled over the fact that we could think of nothing else for days before hand. We won for ourselves the name, “Angels”, in our Freshman year, and lam sure we have certainly lived up to it all the remaining years. It was here that we were initiated into the mysteries of Latin and Algebra. May I not add that to the future Freshman classes, we all wish them as much pleasure in the studying of these subjects as we have had. We all returned the following year full-fledged Sophomores, although our number had been reduced to twenty-nine, we could hardly realize that we were ever as green aS the Freshmen seemed to us. We were certainly never as young and inexperienced, as they. As we look back over.our four years we all agree that our Sophomore year was the very happiest. We had become accustomed to High School life and things were not new to us then. We did not have to take life so seriously, and I may say none of us did. That year some of the most attractive members of our class entered. We were glad to have them and all led the gay care free life of a sophomore. But not so with our Junior year. We settled down to hard work. Always we were reminded, “Now children you will be Seniors next year.” I really think we came to stand in awe of the word “Senior”. All during the year we were constantly thinking of the “Junior-Senior Banquet,” we were looking forward to it, yet we were dreading it, because we knew that “Banquet” meant money, and everybody knows that a Junior never has any money. But when it all came around we were ready, and gave the Seniors a banquet in keeping with their dignity. We also gave to the world our first publication during our Junior year. First it ap- peared in the form of a small newspaper. After that attempt, we decided to try some- thing better. So we published the first Annual from Roxboro High School. Although it was not the best annual in the world, we were proud of our work. Finally, the wonderful day arrived and we were Seniors at last. But none of us felt a bit different from last year. We were not dignified in the least. Our class had been re- duced to seventeen, but for all that, we still had the largest graduating class that Roxboro High School had ever sent out into the world. We had been told by people whom we thought much wiser and more experienced than we, that our senior year would be easy. Not so with us, we could understand fully, now just what the teachers meant when they reminded us that we would be seniors the following year. Although we have had to study so hard, our last year together has been a very happy one. We are so congenial that we have learned to pull and work together. All the members of the class are interested in everything that happens. . We all say we will be glad when graduation comes, yet there is not one of us that will not be a little sad, when the time comes for us to séparate, and to make a place for ourselves in life. In after years all of us will look back on our few years in High School and truthfully say that they were the happiest years of our lives. THE PROPHECY From the day I was appointed to foretell the future of the class of 1921 until the night of March the first I was troubled very much as to what would become of sone of cur 22

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THE FOUR ERAS THE FRESHMAN So vivid is his verdue, so awkward are his feet, As he saunters through these halls of fame or ambles down the street. That his teachers sigh in anguish and every lawn in town, Just withers up in envy and turns from green to brown. THE SOPHOMORE. The all important Sophomore is sometimes quite a bore, She knows it all already and then she knows some more. To attempt to argue with her would surely be in vain, For the wisdom of the ages is confined within her brain. THE JUNIOR Now, here we have the student right, who realizes that Everything worth knowing is not underneath his hat. By earnest application with no thought for fun or play, He hopes to be rewarded on examination day. THE SENIOR. See the wishful looking senior, with the slightly wrinkled brow The school’s fair name and honor are in her keeping now. To discharge her duty fully, so faithfully she’s tried, That she’s dignity and soberness and praise personified. RECAPITULATION. Having passed through all the stages, from the grub to butterfly “Let us face the world with courage and resolve “to do or die’. Let us hold the torch up higher than any class has done, May no taint of foul dishonor smirch the shield of pale 24