Roxboro High School - Rocket Yearbook (Roxboro, NC)

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i —EDWIN -23-20 CRRMAN YR © 79-RE. (lass Poem Hb vr WAEAS TEA a etros rodds: Our high school course is done, Just another step on the ladder, A few of our battles won. Stretching out on the road before us We can all hear duty’s call, Every one must harken unto it, For it devolves upon us all. Though happy we are to reach this goal, To mount another round, We feel a sadness in our hearts, To break the ties with which we're bound. To the class of ’25 We hope the days will fly, With success and happiness to all of you, We will now say good-bye. ZULA GREENE. [ Page Twenty-nine |

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Z A gZ Zg wm Bm ZB GZ ZORECKS Z AZZ A Za sae y is uve (BUST Fs oA AW ee ia ie pri AC eA er Z Z SSS SS Z LZZAA TTA OLE, AIA Z A @ edn SAI RR. Pras Fiistory of the Sentor Class Sts 6, 1920, came at last. What did it mean to twenty-nine excited and thrilled boys and girls? It meant the reaching of a goal—the beginning of a high school career. You can imagine our importance as we realized that at last we were in the much longed for high school. Although the Sophomores taunted us, deep down in our hearts there was the satisfaction of knowing that if we worked hard enough we would have the pleasure of getting revenge on the class which would follow. Most of us had this opportunity. Hard work and careful study was almost forgot during the carefree days as Sophomores, for it seemed as if we could not content ourselves with study, there was too much fun going on. Two literary societies were organized this year. The Freshmen and Sophomores organized the Philo Althean Society and the Juniors and Seniors the Wilson Society. Some of our boys and girls took active work in athletics this year and made such good records that they entered again next year into the spirit of athletics wholeheartedly. As for the rest of us, we entered into the life of a Junior with the same spirit, although it seemed that it did not last very long because we soon began to lost interest in work, finding more pleasure in outside things. Two of our class, Evelyn Cozart and Blanche Carter, married during the year. When St. Valen- tine’s Day came we decided to give the Seniors a Valentine Party. Judging by outward expressions it was a success, for everybody’s heart s eemed merry. As time flew by the most eventful time of the year arrived, the Junior-Senior Ban- quet. All kind of preparations were made and the home of Polly Walker was the jolliest place in town that night, for this is where we were having the ban- quet. Miss Helen Leary was our toastmistress and made everybody happy. The next preparation to follow this occasion was to get ourselves ready to be Seniors and for this occasion we did our best. Alas, we are Seniors! Never before have we experienced such thrills as being a Senior gives us. These thrills sometimes fade away when there is a hard English test or a brain-racking History quiz at hand but we are working with all our might to reach the goal for which we have so long been laboring. When the goal is reached we believe we will be fitted for successful workers along life’s journey. Now work is not all being a Senior means for the Juniors filled us with delight by entertaining us at a Hallowe'en Party which we greatly enjoyed. We are now looking forward to the Junior-Senior banquet for this year we will be guest and not hostess. Then afterwards to June the second when our days in the Roxboro High School will be over—this day means both gladness and sorrow. LorENA Wapke, Historian. | Page Twenty-eight |

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LZ, E Ss EDWIN EBLRMAN UR N (lass Prophecy IL WAS ONE of the first spring days. The birds were gayly singing, flitting from tree to tree, and everything seemed so beautiful. I was walking along the road very slowly, dreaming of my old school days and wondering what had become of my classmates, when suddenly ahead of me I saw a gypsy camp. I could see the gayly colored dresses and beads of both.men and women amid the green trees, and the picture they made impressed me very much. I was fixing to turn back, when a small boy came out from the bushes. He was a queer little fellow, but very attractive in his beautiful colored garments. In perfect English he asked me if I did not want my fortune told. As I had nothing else to do, I decided I would go with him to his mother’s tent, for it was there he wanted me to go. The little fellow took me by the hand and lead me finally into a large tent-room. Everything was so beautiful that I stopped and stared, but suddenly my gaze fell on a woman sitting in the corner of the tent on a sort of couch. She was very beautiful, her hair and eyes contrasted very beautifully with the gayly colored coverings. I was told to sit down on a small stool at her side, and then she asked me what I wanted her to tell me first. As I was still wondering of my old class- mates, I asked her to tell me what had become of each. At this her eyes became dreamy and she began speaking: “Well, the first one that comes into my mind is Miss Margaret Carlton. After she finished her college course, she accepted the position as head of the Domestic Science Department at St. Mary’s College. She has been teaching here for a year, but she will soon resign, after which time she will make her home in Winston-Salem, where she will conduct a school for two in Domestic Arts. “Then there is Miss Lorena Wade, who is now appearing in New York where she has achieved great success as a musician. It is understood that she will soon leave for a tour of Europe where she will appear before prominent audiences. “Next comes Mr. Eugene Thompson. After he finished his course in law at the University of North Carolina, he opened an office in Greensboro and is hold- ing his place with the best lawyers of the state. “At the present time all New York is astir over the announcement of the engagement of Miss Lillian Baird to Lord John P. Lancaster of England. She is one of the season’s favorite debutantes, and has just returned from a tour of Europe. | Page Thirty |