Roxboro High School - Rocket Yearbook (Roxboro, NC)

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7 | gua teachers ever. In order to vary our crowd, in the Freshman year we took in Ed- ward Bowles and Winfrey Clayton, our present class president. During this year a society was organized named E. K. Graham. Late in November the society gaye a party and two of our class were members. Thus ended our first year in High School. We entered into the second year of our work whole-heartedly. It was during this term that we were placed under the care of our honored and most esteemed teacher, Miss Ruth Redfern. In the middle of our second term, Frances Thomp- son, our vice-president, joined us and liked so well that she has stayed to graduate with us. Late in the fall when the leaves were turning red and golden, and the pumpkins were full grown, we made plans to entertain the Senior Class at a Hal- lowe’en party. All plans were made in advance so the afternoon before the party the girls and boys divided in groups to make the necessary preparation. Some went to gather leaves and boughs to help make the auditorium attractive while others did the things which usually make young girls and boys happy. That night we told fortunes, played games, and had plenty of good music. Every member of the ninth grade was paid when the Seniors said, “This is the best entertainment the school has had on Hallowe'en night for a long time.” The next September we came back as Juniors to prepare ourselves for Sen- iors. We took up the study of Geometry which proved to be a most puzzling sub- ject, however, we managed to pull through with it. With the help of Miss Helen Leary, our room teacher, we organized our Class. In April we gave a play in order to secure money to give the Seniors a banquet. Early in May we gave the Junior-Senior Banquet at the Royal Hotel. Thus our Junior year flew rapidly by. For a long time we did not understand what our Senior year meant; but with the careful teaching and never tiring aid of our teacher, Miss Mildred Satterfield, we woke to the realization that we were really Seniors. The dignity that we had accumulated during the first three years was not a “circumstance” as compared to the air that we began to assume in the early fall. At the beginning of the year we re-organized our class and elected our officers. Earl Satterfield came to us this year. So finally we have come to the goal towards which we have striven for eleven years—‘‘graduation.” The future stands before us. Here our task as Historians ends. If we, in our truthful representation of the incidents in our career, have been so fortunate as to have aroused your interest in our class, our full duty is per- formed, for in regard to the future we respectfully refer you to the class prophetess. THELMA CLAYTON, ANNIE BELLE THAXTON, Historians. ‘PAGE TWENTY-THREE

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O GA Ww —EOWIN we coerman yn ad- R. Class History The Class of 1923 realizes with regret that its era of history making is over. The historians regret also that lack of space compels them to give only a bare out- line of the history made. It seems only a short time ago, September 2, 1912, that thirty-three badly seared, very excited tots began their school career. Thirty-three of us filed into the first grade before Miss Clara Willson, our dearly beloved teacher. Now came the calamity. Our mothers who had accompanies us to school then went home leav- ing the poor little sheep with an unknown shepherd. Of all these thirty-three only two have pulled through to this year, Annie Belle Thaxton and Thelma Clayton. Miss Mary Trotter (Mrs. W. H. Long), our faithful second teacher, watched and cared for us during our second year. At the beginning of this year thirteen of our class mates had left us and fifteen had jointed us, leaving only twenty originals. With Miss Myrtle Barnette (Mrs. John Sellers) watching and guiding us we managed to pull through the third year. ‘Twelve of the former classmates stopped and six new ones entered, thus leaving only thirteen originals. In the fourth grade we were under the supervision of Miss Bertha Newton, a very influential teacher. Eleven of our classmates departed and eleven new ones entered. Only seven of our originals were with us then. In this grade two of the graduating class joined us, Nellie Wade and Thomas Robbins. As time flew rapidly by we reached the fifth grade and found our teacher to be Miss Ethel Crowder (Mrs. R. I. Featherstone, deceased), who did very much to fit us for the sixth grade. Ten out of the former grade dropped out while ten new ones came in, leaving only five of the originals. In this grade two more of the grad- uating class entered, Katie Perkins and Paul Hornbuckle. In the sixth grade Miss Eugenia Ponder was our much beloved teacher. Twelve of our former classmates left us and eight joined our merry gang. It was during this year that Sue Frederick, our class secretary, came to us. Then three of the class originals survive. Then we came to our last year in the grammar grades, the seventh grade, with Miss Mildred Satterfield as our teacher. Six of the former classmates left us and nine joined us. Here, we lost one of our originals, Mary Lou Lunsford, who was taken sick with influenza. It developed into pneumonia and she never recovered. During this term Willie Vanhook joined us. By this time we had made considerable advance in our search for knowledge. It was then that we began to have a faint conception of the work that was ahead of us; in the course of a few days, however, we became reconciled to the change. To our delight we were under the supervision of Miss Mabel Goode, one of the sweetest PAGE TWENTY-TWO

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-2- RJ-RR. See —EDWIN EBERMAN VR en Prophecy Rip Van Winkle was one of Irving’s greatest characters. He was an obedient, henpecked husband and was a great gossiper. He was fond of hunting and shoot- ing and was often seen wandering over the hills of North Carolina with his gun on his shoulder and his faithful old dog following on behind. Not being able to hunt, and having somewhat of a roving disposition, it was always a great pleasure to me to roam around and instead of taking a gun I always take a copy of Shakespeare’s Macbeth. On this particular day in early spring I found myself in the thick forest wan- dering as was my custom on pretty days, and as usual I had my copy of Macbeth. Feeling tired and worn I took up my Macbeth to read while I sat on an old stump in the shade of a great tree to rest. As I read on and on I came to Macbeth’s in- terview with the Witches. I became so thoroughly absorbed in thinking of them that I stopped reading. I wondered if ever such things occurred in the present day, and was really wishing I might see the witches to see what they would tell me when I was attracted by a noise behind me. I looked around and to my surprise and horror I was confronted by the three witches about whom I had just been thinking. Being too frightened to run I spoke to the foremost of the group. “I know you are Macbeth’s evil spirits, but what is your purpose here?”’ With screeching voices and frantic gestures the leader of the sisters replied, “We have not made our appearance on earth for many years, but we have been watching and have been so impressed by the Senior Class of the Roxboro High School that we have agreed to move forward the curtain of time and reveal the fu- ture to you. ) . , “First let us take wilh Clayton, the president of his class. He has become one of the greatest professional men in the United States. He is now located in Washington, D. C., and has a beautiful office in one of the largest buildings there. He has made a great success in his practice of the Dentistry and tomorrow he has an engagement with the President to take an impression for a set of false teeth. “Tonight all the people of North Carolina rejoice with the many friends of Mrs. Edith Vanderbilt in the fact that at last they have secured Mise AGM Adexiel. to nurse her through her present illness. Miss Sue Frederick is a graduate of John Hopkins Hospital and has done much good throughout the United States. “If it were possible for you to look through space you would not be surprised to see Kaffe Pérkins pouring over a book in an elaborate shop. This does not hap- pen to be her much loved Latin book, but a book she has just completed on “How PAGE TWENTY-FOUR