Spartanburg High School - Spartana Yearbook (Spartanburg, SC)

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The Scribbler 11 CLASS HISTORY T IS twilight in the great silent woods. The last red rays of the setting sun fall on the still figures of two gypsies seated by a camp fire. The peaceful spirit of the forest seems to be embodied in them as they bend over their work of stringing brilliant beads. They do not even stir when the slim, white-clad figure of a girl steals in from the entrance of the woods, which lie toward the big city beyond. The girl stands expectantly waiting near them. Her dainty fairness is in striking contrast to the rich, dark, oriental coloring of the gypsy’s features and garments. The girl draws nearer and speaks in an awed voice that breaks the brooding silence: Girl—Are you Zara and Guerda of whom I’ve heard so much? First Gypsy (without looking up)—We are Zara and Guerda, the daughters of Christina Guerda, who was ze seventh daughter of the Eastern Star. Our fame has reached the ends of the world. Why do you seek us? Girl—The class of ’22 graduates tonight. I want to learn their fortune. Second Gypsy—You cross-a my palm with-a ze silver. I tell-a ze past. My li’F crystal ball, she tell-a ev’ry zing. Ze silver past! I recall it. Girl (eagerly crossing the Gypsy's palm with silver)—Wonderful ! Begin at the first year of our high school life. Gypsy (staring into the ball)—Ah, I see ze liT boys an’ girls w’at tink-a zey are ver’ big. Zey live-a yet at ze Gramma school. No room in ze ole High. Zey are ze ol’est an’ mos’ privileged wher’ zey are. I see somezine else. (Pause.) Ver’ many children singing. Oh, yes, it is a musical concert of patriotic songs. Many of ze class members take-a ze part. Great success! (Troubled pause). Clouds! Big clouds of disease! Ze influenza snatches ze liT children. An’ ze schools close. Zey open again! Zen vacation. Girl—That’s exactly right. I remember now. Tell me what happened the second year.

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10 The Scribbler the heavy gold ear- and nose-rings were forever indented in Kirk’s mind. Just as the cut-throat drew back his hand for the final thrust, Kirk shut his eyes. When nothing happened, he opened them again. The face was still there but it looked strangely familiar. As it grew clearer, he recognized his life-long comrade, Bob Taylor. He leaped furiously for Bob’s throat, but stopped short, when he saw that Bob was grinning. The mists of sleep fell from his eyes and he gazed at his friend suspiciously. Hadn’t he been sitting a few minutes before in the very chair that Bob was holding? Then how did he get on the floor? Slowly a look of furious comprehension came over his face, and completely forgetting the bloody buccaneers, he followed in chase. Clelia Mathewes, ’23. -------------o------------- SONNET ON DEW The dew is thick upon the velvet grass, The tall green blades bend with their dewy load, While flowers beside the green-grown pasture road Are weighed with drops, like bits of crystal glass. And as through jeweled paths and lanes we pass, We see the flashing gems in old earth’s breast, In settings of green-gold they seem to rest As if set by a master in a mass Of purest metals. Some are more enhanced By greenest green, which forms a plush-lined case. Their sparkles all unite and form a ray Which beams and glitters, and the dark is lanced. The silk of Nature’s robe is trimmed with lace Of God’s own gems, the pearl’d dewdrops of May. Estelle Gash, ’22.

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12 The Scribbler Gypsy—I see liT boys an’ girls with big eyes. Zey are now in ze ol’ building of High School. Ze many teachers scare zem. Ze are feelin’ ver’ small now. Ah! ze rival enter! Ze Hastoc School for Girls open! Ze class lose-a four or five members. Ver’ nice members zey wer’ too! Two of ze class are on ze Scribbler staff. Zey is much overawed by ze stately Zeniors! Zey aspire to zer sublime heights of dignity. Vacation come-a ’again after ze schools have shut its doors to keep ze influenza away. Girl—Go on! Gypsy—Now, zey are Juniors! Zey grow in zer own opinion. One more year! Zey are blessed by two young creatures dashin’ from-a ze West. Arkansas and Texas add to ze class one member each. {Pause). Oh! Behold! Ze Juniors wax dramatic. Zey give-a ze famous “Trial by Fire” at ze literary society. Ver’gran’mock trial. {Pause). Mercie! Too much excitement! Circus and fair all in-a ze one day. Zey get over it howsoever. Ze end of ze year draw near. Mis’ Jennings, ze English teacher, leave-a for ze Europe. Zey lose-a ze wonderful teach. Vacation come-a ’gain. Girl—And now for the last year! Gypsy—Yes, ze las’ year. I see ze Zeniors with ze spyglass lookin’ for ze privileges zey have heard so much about. {Pause). Ah, I see ze Puritans and Huguenots. I do not understand. {Troubled). Oh, yes! It is for ze Armistice Day Pageant. Ze “Latin” section of-a ze class are ze Puritans. Ze “French” section, who repose in ze Ole Ladies’ Home, on account of ze lack of room, are ze Huguenots. Ver’ pretty, both. Zat passes ... I now see flames an’ a three-legged stove. Legs ver’ weak. Somebody hits zem. Stove fall! Flames rise, also shrieks! No danger howze-ever. {Pause). Ah, debates! Recitations! Two of ze class go to ze Columbia to recite an’ declaim. Fine! But zat happen after ze Great Event! Ze “Frank Evans High School” fling open ze doors. Zey enter to spend-a ze rest of ze school days in-a ze beautiful surroundings. Rachel Everett, ’22.