Spartanburg High School - Spartana Yearbook (Spartanburg, SC)

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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

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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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14 The Scribbler laff. He remembers again his History. Zat is ze way she do then. She always tella Mees Stribling she haf said what she haf not said. Mr. White maka ver’ fine speech. It maka him famous. Bye ’m’ bye, he become ze great judge. His speech—it iss studied in ze schools, “Ze people at home ver’ anxious to hear about ze trial. Ze postman taka ze news to a small house—what you call him ?— bungalow. It iss ze house of Esther Byers. Ze class ver’ sentimental. She, too, haf married. She rush to ze door. She ver’ glad at ze news. She haf only time to go to read ze headlines. She mus’ go to ze church, ze club, ze party. She so busy. She always busy. She ver’ important in ze community. “Nex’, ze postman taka ze news to ze meat market. Ze butcher iss cuttiiT beef. He look ver’ fetchin’ in his lil’ white cap and apron. He, too, haf only time to read ze headlines. His wife jerka ze paper from his hands. It iss ze wife of Earl Koon. He is ze butcher. His wife ver’ fat— Earl ver’ little. He can do nothin’. His wife luff him ver’ much. She not lika him to read about ze women. “Zen, ze postman goes to ver’ crowded place. It iss ze University. He goes to ze cottage on ze campus. It iss ze home of Ralph Fike. He haf married. His wife not jealous of women—she ver’ sweet, ver’ pretty, ver’ proud of Ralph. Ralph ver’ happy. He, too, read ze news in a hurry. It iss time for his class. He teacha Amer’can History. He auso teacha English. He maka a good teacher. He remember what Mees Atkins tella him about ze noun following’ ze preposition. When he not teach, he writa ze book. It iss ze ‘History of South Carolina.’ He dedicate it to Mees Stribling. She ver’ proud of Ralph. “Ze postman taka ze news nex’ door to ze home of Prof. John Alexander. He, too, mus’ go to his class. Jus’ as he used to putta ze lizzards and ze rats on ze girls at school, he still play an’ work wi’ zem. He iss ze professor of ze Zoology. He iss not married yet. He iss ze old maid—oh, I mean ze bachelor. But already he iss in luff. He is scared of ze laidee. When he scrape up his courage, he will aska