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

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! r l w 1 ! fxewedx' S V M19 l IUNE CLASS POEM ! Lawson Withers, Poet W As we wander through life's halls, l suddenly we reach a gateg Out it leads, on by the walls that for years have kept us one- one great body full of fun, jealousy, sorrow, joy and hate. Out we pass, we know not where. Under all this sham of laughter, anxious thoughts disturb our mind. Unemployment! Shame! Disaster! What chance have we to survive? Do not make us pass the gate! Someone has said that it is best to know not what the future holds, But pleasant pasts are as a guest-' ever enjoyed, but forever gone. S Then courage'-Things are never as dark as painted. So let's accept the new adventure with a spirit by fear not tainted, but confident of success and pleasure, We must leave the four, short years. They were great, but they are past. Page one hundred fifty J. ,

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bnooooo' HISTORY OF IUNE CLASS, 1937 As we near the close of our four years in high school, the words of the old song: Along the River of Time we glide, The swiftly flowing resistless tide. brings to our minds the thought that in many ways our Class of 1937 is like a river rolling through the country of high school, not a mighty river, as Carlyle designates the Shakespeares and Miltons in the country of Thought, but a modest stream doing its best to enrich student life. As a tiny rivulet, its springs deep in the soil of primary and grammar schools, we as a freshman class found our course headed toward the borderlands of the Richard Reynolds field of endeav- or. Coming as we did from various schools, we were indeed as a babbling brook from a thousand different sources. Ioyously we rushed on our way through our first year in high school land, gaining volume and strength as the days sped by. Sometimes we found the banks high that enclosed us-rules and regulations of Student Council, strict- er grading of papers than we had been accustomed to, daily testings and drillsg sometimes we found our way choked by weeds of ignorance of high school ways, time and again the rocks of Eng- lish grammar, Latin infinitives, originals in algebra threatened to impede our way: but, like Tennyson's brook, going on forever, widening here, narrowing there, we: came at length to the vale of Sopho- more days. Crowded in as we were between the high hills of Freshman sauciness and Iunior assurance, we found our way dif- ficult indeed and slow of progress. From our entrance upon high school territory having carried our share of the small boats of student activities, during our second year we were proud to dis- play upon the bosom of our sophomore river a greater variety of craft-more active participation in Council and Page one hundred fifty-two House, wider range of club interests, athletics, introduction into the delights of band, play-acting, and debating. By the time our course had rounded in- to Iunior channels, the influence of our river of learning was beginning to be felt in all the surrounding fields of high school lifez the eager freshmen came to sip of our sparkling waters of information, the sophomores deigned to take notice of the varied and valued cargoes displayed on our small crafts: high speed in typing, prizes in journalistic work, athletic starr- ing: even the lofty seniors occasionally strolled down to our flowering banks. Through the devious windings of our freshman, sophomore' and junior years, one clear song our river sang: HON! ON! to the wide meadows of senior privileg- es! And high above the other voices sounded the glad notes of our thrice-cho- sen leader, Charles Martin. At length, into the deeper channel of senior year swept our sparkling river. On either side stretched the broad mea- dows of influence, watered by a thou- sand shining rills. Crowned with gar- lands of praise, senior crafts plied up and down our broad river-crafts of pub- lications, piloted by Lawson Withers, Sam Smith, Mildred Davis, Peggy Dean, Paul Earlyg of sports, bearing the ban- ners of Bill Vogler, Steve Forrest, Christ- ian Siewers, Leonard Darnell, Rosemary Cody, Mildred Swain, Elizabeth Carrollp of Dramatics starred by Bob Cohn and Margaret Simpson. Amidst busy crafts bearing daily lessons, senior responsibilit- ies, grind on the athletic field, in the de- bating hall, and behind the foot-lights of the auditorium, lighter skiffs carried cargoes on Iunior-Senior dance, picnics, picture-takings, National Honor Society Initiation. But the river has its end When it meets the oceans tide, fContinued on page 2021 BLACK AND GOLD