South High School - Black and Gold Yearbook (Winston Salem, NC)

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B E+s.Eseaa 2'lEE.-.c.r:Q :-ni E a w Aunlvlg f v EDITIDN LEXIS ill-C' --I-1 UDCHUHIUU UI HISTORY OF IANUARY CLASS Helen Lineback, Historian At last receiving a chance to store up the sweets of wisdom and knowledge, a hungry host of busy little bees found themselves swarming into various bee sections of the Richard Reynolds Hive in 1932. Yes, it was we-the class of 1936. The world had gladly spread out be- fore us. Everything was most astound- ingly green' and fresh-it was a beautiful spring day! We flew furiously and rap- idly into every conceivable formation, finally blossoming fields of clover. Here the first hive of insects, better known as freshmen, had just left off, with the hope that if we were as good as they had been we too might someday be among the up- per swarms of bees. Richard Goolsby, who was elected leader, piloted us safely from one unfamiliar task to another. We sipped the sweets of Latin verbs and civ- ics outlinesg we drank heavily from the flowers and growing things, exploited by our science teachersg we inbibed with a great deal of misgiving and wry faces the darker brew from our math teachers: we buzzed, hummed, and fluttered as all very young things do, unpertubed by the stings and slaps of the upper class bees. And so passed the spring of our exist- ence, and the summer of a bee's life--the sophomore year began. Taking on a little way more sophistication, we buzzed our into a wider and richer area of the field. In spite of the arduous labors of the prev- ious honey seekers, plenty of nectar seem- ed to be left for us to store away. More flowers were to be harvested. The bitter sweets of history, French, and geometry were to be stored. Truly, the honey was of a darker hue this time, too often our ambitious wings were drooping with fa- tigue, so great had been our exertion. More of us became drowsy from an over supper of sweetness, and we acknowledge with lowered heads that our workers were few. Our hive again was under the leader- Pnqe one lnunclrerl ten .ship of Richard Goolsby. ln the latter part of our sophomore season, Mr. Iohn Wat- son Moore was elected Bee Master of all the hives in the city, and we sang hap- pily over the selection of Mr. Claude Ioyner as the Keeper of the bees at the Reynolds Hive. A warm, mellow sunshine flooded the land, and a brisk autumn breeze whipped around the 1936 beehive. The third per- iod of the busy group was beginning with the autumn of a high school hive's exist- ence-the junior year. Now, we no long- er were annoyed by the angry clouds of upper class bees, stinging and swarming through the halls and various honey- combed sections of our hive. On the other hand, we could dart and sting our way through the libraries-over the cam- pus-in the workrooms-in the office-1 everywhere. Weldon Darnell was chos- en as leader. To our great delight we found that we were looked up to by the under class bees for leadership. We ex- erted our gauzy wings and attuned our throats for a deeper search for the most precious intellectual food and the nectar of life. The swarm of 1936 began to de- velop queen bees of its own and leaders in the manifold activities of their life. ln- creasing responsibilities of a more com- plex living often caused loud roars from the overworked swarms who now became frantic choosing between elective sweets and the necessary bitters for college en- trance. The busy hum of contented creat- ures gave place to a staccato buzz. We received our first badge of increasing wis- dom, beautiful bands of black and gold, indicating that we really were luniors and were rapidly apporaching the coveted state of seniority. Then came the cruel winds of winter, driving us away from the honey baths of autumn flowers and fruits. The last season of the bees in the R. Reynolds fContinued on page 1921 BLACK AND GOLD

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'QQBEEMSEBEQ'Z'QE'E.-.c.f:aa:-ni Esi 4 : H ANNIVIZ I Y l:mT oN E52-'fi 'll'-I --I-S U-C!!U-l-- Il PROPHECY OF IANUARY CLASS Blanche Turner, Prophet As a government inspector of bees, I was instructed to visit the Great Tulip Tree Region where many thousand col- onies of bees gather. The journev was a long one and having nothing else to do while riding on the train without a com- panion, I began to ponder over mv high school days where I had spent the happi- est moments of my life. I began to thinl: also of some of my old classtnates who had been so dear and wondered what they were doing now after the elapse of so many years. This thought remained with me until I reached the end of my journey, and on arriving in this great bee region I was reminded of that passage from Virgil's Aeneid describing the Tro- jans Uas exercise the bees in early summer throughout the flowering country-side fin the sunlight when they lead forth the young of the tribe now full-grown or store away the flowing honey and swell the comb with sweet nectar or receive the burden of those who are gathering or in a swarm drive out the drones, the lazy hard, from the hives, while the work glows and fragrant honey is revol- ent with thyme. j What a picture. I ad- mired all this wondrous work of the Most High and then proceeded to look about. A great distance away I saw a man-the only person I had seen since my arrival. Immediately I started in that direction but before I knew it, I was facing one who seemed somewhat familiar-indeed he was familiar. It proved to be none other than Fred Stine, who had bestowed upon himself the title of the The Keeper of the Bees. After indulging in a conver- sation with Mr. Stine, I found that he had spent quite a lonely life in this great re- gion, but in order to overcome this loneli- ness and always having taken a great interest in his classmates he had kept up a continuous correspondence with each one and this is the information he had ob- tained and which he gave to me: l'.'gc one hundred twelve Bill Cook and Pankie Smith, he said, are dancing in one of the largest theatres in New York-their director being the handsome Fred Smith. In the chorus may be found Kate Bowles, Nlargaret Gwalt- ney, and Mary Katherine Blum. Katherine Spainhour is nursing in Washington in a Government Hospital and is co-worker with Dr. Ernest E. Po- well, Ir. We might add that their friend- ship is somewhat extended after office hours. The great scientist, Norris Edwards, has just invented a form of permanent cosmetics whichl is already being applied by his first customers Evelyn McGee, El- len Lawson, and Edith Elliot. You will remember Mr. Edwards for his great invention of a newly improved modernistic reducing machine-his willing victim for experiment being Miss Ida Rose Blackwood. In Hollywood may be found Nancy Fisher instructing a class on how to apply cosmetics correctly. Farrell Koontz and T. Waller have become honest lawyers: however, they seem to be making quite a great deal of money. 'iRev. William Wagoner is pastor of a church located at Whitetown, a town named for the famous lecturer and ex- plorer, joe Bill White. Dwelling in China is Mozelle Craver, who has made missionary work her pro- fession in order to try to reform such- as William Allen, Vincent johnson, and Paul jordan. Emory Crow is now running on the Work lVIore Party ticket for Governor of N. C. His opponent on the Work Less Party ticket is Everette Kimball. Guy Davis, it seems, is financing both campaigns with the sincere hope that he might gain favor with both sides. Helen Smith has become a great sing- fContinued to page l9Oj BLACK AND GOLD