Spartanburg High School - Spartana Yearbook (Spartanburg, SC)

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The Scribbler 19 zat she iss scared zey will get married and leave her. Zey so pretty. Margaret well now, so Grace go home. Margaret decide zat nex time she got sick she will send again for Grace. She maka her well so quick. She so nice, so sympathetic, so ver’ jolly. “Ah, zat iss all ze members of ze class. It iss as you haff said. Ze days, ze friends, ze teachers will not be forgotten. Zey have made zere great impression. Ze spirit of ze class will live on an’ on in ze hearts of its members. Zey luff it so. Oh, zat iss all ze gold I can see. Zere iss clouds, zat mean sorrow. But, back of ze clouds, I see ze gleam of more gold —much more gold! Zat iss ze way it always iss wi’ zis class—‘jus’ a liT sorrow and such a lot of ze beautiful, shining gold!’ ” Mary Louise Dargan, ’22. --------------o------------ A DOGWOOD TREE Beneath the shelt’ring boughs of massive oaks, A timid dogwood tree began to grow; The robins sang sweet songs to it below, And here the frisky chipmunk told his jokes; Near by there blossomed tiny heliotropes, So shyly peeping at the outside world. The dogwood petals in the breezes whirled, When unexpected gust from fragrant winds So swiftly tore them from their leafy boughs. Near by, beside a bank of mossy green, A merry, little brooklet danced and sang; On either side there grew so many flow’rs That one would think two rainbows bound the stream— This peaceful place is where the dogwood sprang. Dorothy Hutto, ’22.

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18 The Scribbler when ze take ze milk to ze town to sell. Maud looka so funny, rollin’ in ze milk. She haff grown so fat. “Margaret ver’ tired, but she do not go home yet. She go to ze opera. First, she hear ze orchestra. It iss of jazz. It iss conducted by Gladys Sweeney. She luff ze jazz so. Zen, zere iss Rachel Everett. She iss ze new kind of actress. She show ze people how to put expression in zere hands instead of in zere faces. Zat is ze way she always haff done. It iss an art. When she do not act, she draw ze pictures for ze fashion magazines. Her laidies iss so stylish. Her talent iss in her fingers. Zen, zere is another actress, Estelle Gash. She do Laidee Macbeth for ze audience. When she go to school and study Shakespeare, ze girls all tell her zat she haff ze Laidee Macbeth eyes. She narrow zem so dangerous like. Zis iss not ze regular opera, you see. It iss ze gathering of all ze artists zat haff ever lived in ze cities, no matter what kind of artist zey is or where zey live. Zen comes anozer actress. She iss Marie Littlejohn. She show ze people how to act like ze bady. She cry, ‘Wa! Wa!’ Just like ze baby cry. She haff had much practice. She always cry like zat. Zen, zere is ze comedian, Wylie Bourne. He iss so funny. He maka ze audience laff just lika he maka ze pupils at school laff. Zen, las’, zere is ze singer, ze audience iss thrilled. Her voice iss now, so low; now, so high. It iss so rich, so full, so clear, so deep. Ze audience iss spellbound. She singa ze grand opera. She singa like ze lil’ child. She iss so wonderful. It iss Fannye Cohen. Margaret ver’ proud to be her friend. “Ze opera is ofer. Margaret go home. She haf had too mucha excitement. She grow sick, and senda for ze doctor. Her doctor out of town, but another doctor comes. When Maragaret see her, she grow well. It iss Grace Hughes. She tella of her business. She is ver’ successful, but she haff her difficulty. She iss so tender-hearted zat she cry over her patients. Zat iss bad, when she iss operating. She haff two nurses. Zey are Dorothy Hutto and Elizabeth Gooch. Zey make such pretty nurses. Ze men lika for zem to nurse zem. Zey lika to nurse ze men. Margaret not so surprised at Elizabeth, but she ver’ surprised at Dorothy. Grace say

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20 The Scribbler LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT HE little radio-phone on President Harding’s desk was receiving much attention. An important government official and prominent financier was having his will sent by radio to President Harding, a very close friend. “Click-click, br-r!” The secretary drew his chair closer, notebook in hand. President Harding picked up the receiver. “Last Will and Testament,” he heard. “Ah, we have it! All ready ?” he asked his secretary. “State of South Carolina.” “This will is from South Carolina. I was expecting one from New York. Go one and take it though, perhaps he’s away from home.” The President’s voice was worried, but the will had begun. “We, the Senior Class of Spartanburg High School, one thousand nine hundred and twenty-two, fourth year of hard labor and first year in Frank Evans High School, being of sound mind and good judgment, but realizing that our days are numbered, do hereby declare this to be our last will and testament. We bequeath—.” “Minds of monkeys are the most intellectual of all animal minds,” came the fragment of a lecture over the phone, breaking into the will. “Monkey business! Wire’s crossed!” muttered the President. “Click, bing—!” “We bequeath Mary Louise Dargan’s ability to tip the scales above the hundred mark to ‘Stick’ Lindsay, with a large sized bottle of Scott’s Tissue Builder. “John Alexander’s commanding figure and appealing voice are left with Roy Gash. “Rachel Everett leaves a big pink sunbonnet and a few freckles to ‘Little Red’ Habel. “Peyre Kennedy leaves his French book and half of a package of Chesterfields to Fanning Hearon. “Annie Bowen wishes to leave a few small books and pamph-