Spartanburg High School - Spartana Yearbook (Spartanburg, SC)

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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.

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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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The Scribbler 13 CLASS PROPHECY Girl—“It is all so true. How I recall each day, each friend, each teacher! Surely, I shall not forget them in the future. Seven years from today. What shall we be doing? How I wonder! Oh {eagerly), could you tell me?” Gypsy—“I no speculate wi’ ze future. It iss of danger. But Zaree, she lika ze adventure. She will tell you.” Girl—“Oh, will you ?” Zaree {nods)—“But, first, you mus’ crossa my hand wi’ ze gold. Ze future ver’ bright lika gold.” {The girl crosses the Gypsy’s hand with gold, and then holds out her own hand to her.) Gypsy—“Oh, it iss as I haf thought. I see ze gold. I see auso ze vater. Oh, I haf it! Ze gold is across ze vater. It iss of royalty. It iss in ze crown of ze queen of England. I see more gold. It iss ze hair of a laidee—ver’ fair, ver’ tall, ver’ stately laidee. Her name iss Elizabeth. The las’ name —I cannot see it—it iss long.” Girl {suggestively)—“Ellerbe ?” Gypsy—“Oh, zat iss it—was it. She haf changed it. She haf married an ambassador. I see lil’ trouble. Ze Amer’can laidee iss of bluntness. She tella ze queen zat her dress— zere iss not enough of it—zat it iss too short. Ze queen ver’ angry. She locka ze Amer’can laidee up in jail. Ze husband of Elizabeth auso ver’ angry—he iss an Amer’can. He angry at ze queen. He know zat Mr. Black—oh, zat iss not right—Mr. White, Mr. John White, is ze bes’ lawyer. He getta him for the trial. Mr. White auso ver’ angry. He remember his History and what Mees Stribling haf taught him about ze freedom of ze speech. Zere iss many witnesses. Eleanor Jeffreys iss one. She, too, haf changed her name. She haf married an English lord, but she witness for ze Amer’can laidee. She getta up and say what she haf to say. She laff while she say it. She always laff. Ze lawyer for ze queen getta up and repeat what she haf said. He say zat iss not right—zat it iss zis way. Eleanor getta up and say, why, zat iss what she say at first. Mr. White—how he