Spartanburg High School - Spartana Yearbook (Spartanburg, SC)

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The Scribbler 23 Know all by these presents, that this is our last will and testament. Sworn to before me this ninth day of June, 1922. Maude Duncan, ’22. --------------o------------- THE RIVER In early morning freshly flows he forth. The sparkling splash of sunlit ripples sing A song that fills the heart of fishermen. The flashing diamonds on the trees reflect The dancing slits of morning sunlight clear, And form a sil’vry arch of swaying bows That dip and splash amongst the swirling waves. In midday when the others are asleep, He slowly winds his way along the path That is beneath the broiling, blinding sun A dusty scorched and burning place of heat, Cooled only by his shaded peacefulness. Beneath a silver moon he creeps amongst The shadows dancing on his bouyant breast. The sleepy willows softly rock as if A babe was folded in their swaying arms. While all the world in solemn silence lies, The sinking moon denotes the sparkling dawn. Fanning Hearon, ’23.

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22 The Scribbler “Dorothy Hutto leaves her sweet disposition and calm temperament to Clelia Mathewes. “Jim West leaves his strong will power and courage, that he has to use in the Silver Magnet to keep it from going bankrupt, to Elford Morgan. “Elizabeth Ellerbe, Grace Hughes, and Louise McMillan leave their nerve to the Freshman class. “Fanny Cohen leaves her voice to the most timid Freshman, so that no one will dare run over him. “Mary Willard and Florella Alexander leave their dimples to Miss Foster and Miss Martin, respectively. “Eleanor Jeffries leaves her love of nourishment to Marguerite Kellette. “Theopa Turner leaves one-half package of Spearmint chewing gum to Liles Creighton. “Ralph Fike, Earl Koon, Margaret Law, Wiley Bourne, and Verbie Hallman leave their ability to answer such questions as the following to the Junior class: ‘If it takes a spotted humming bird one-half second to get honey out of young onion tops, growing by the side of a brook in which there are hungry gold fish, how long would it take a yellow-tailed woodpecker to get a “June bug” off of an oak tree, provided this tree was planted during the Revolutionary War by a crosseyed colored negro ?’ “Gladys Sweeney leaves a pair of well-sharpened scissors and curling tongs to any member of the Junior class who would like to be ‘dignified’ Seniors. “Garland Taylor leaves a library of books, ‘How to Become President,’ to Bob Turnipseed.” “Click! Br-r—Bling—!” “Connections broken again!” came the disgusted exclamation form the President. “Cotton up to thirty-three cents.” “Man plans trip to Mars on honeymoon.” But again the familiar voice came over the wire: “Helen Wilburn, Mary Johnson, Ruth Gossett, and Helen Wright all have powder puffs which they refuse to will to anyone, as they have decided to keep them for the few remaining hours of their Senior life.”

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24 The Scribbler REFLECTIONS OF A MODERN SIR ROGER HAVE a very queer friend, a man of peculiar ideas. We have talked on the most ancient and modern subjects together, and I always find that he has interesting thoughts concerning them. Not very long ago, when we were discussing the marvelous inventions of the radio, he broke into the subject abruptly, saying, “What do you think of the modern-day public powderers ?” I was astonished at such a question. So I remained silent, while he continued, “Everywhere I go among women I am constantly seeing that little round pink cloth, called a powder puff, brought into view. The ladies take this out every few minutes and powder their noses, which get whiter and more powdery each time. When a stranger comes into the room, it seems that every girl turn aside to apply one more coat of powder before meeting the person. I see these “puffs” again brought forth on the street. Every corner seems to be the appointed place for a new pat of powder. They powder for all occasions and at all places, whether going swimming or to the theatre. They say that it is even practiced in school by the younger ladies.” Then, with a laugh, he dropped the subject, saying, “These are wise women. Their ancestors in the time of Queen Elizabeth took all the morning to make themselves beautiful. Our girls catch beauty on the fly and look as perfect as they did long ago.” Elford Morgan, ’23.