Spartanburg High School - Spartana Yearbook (Spartanburg, SC)

Text from Pages 1 - 106 of the 1923 volume:

s DEDICA TIODi TO MISS ALEXINA ATKINS FRIEND AND ADVISER, NOT ONLY OF THE EDITORS, BUT OF THE ENTIRE SENIOR CLASS, WE LOVINGLY DEDICATE THIS VOLUMEOFTHE SCRIBBLER THE SCRIBBLER STAFF jfr The Scribbler Scut nr Class MARTHA WILSON ALEXANDER Sigh on. sad heart, for Love’s eclipse And Beauty’s fairest queen. 1920- 21—Class Secretary; Basketball Squad; Athletic Association. 1921- 22—Class President; Basketball Squad; Hi School Club. 1922- 23—Secretary Literary Society: Ath- letic Association; Senior Usher. DOROTHY ELIZABETH ALLEN Chatter-chatter! Bangy-bany! W ecpy-Wecpy! S langy-slang! Dot! 1921- 22—Athletic Association; Hi School Club. 1922- 23—Director of Music; School Pianist; Athletic Association; Hi Dancing Club. RICHARD C. BARRY A little learning is a dangerous thing. 1919- 20—Hi-Y; Athletic Association. 1920- 21—Hi-Y; Athletic Association; Lit- erary Society. 1921- 22—Hi-Y: Athletic Association; Lit- erary Society. 1922- 23—Athletic Association; Literary So-; ciety. The Scribbler v FRANCES IRENE BECKWITH She zoos more fair Ilian words can say. 1921- 22—Athletic Association; Hi School Club. 1922- 23—Athletic Association. RUBY HELEN BELCHER They love her best who knozv her best. 1919- 20—Literary Society. 1920- 21—Athletic Association. 1922-23—Athletic Association. MARY EDNA BELL Lauyh and the zvorld laughs zvith you. 1920- 21—Literary Society. 1921- 22—Literary Society; Hi School Clul 1922- 23—Athletic Association ; Basketball Squad. The Scribbler 5 GRACE ROBERT BOWEN A happy face and cheerful heart make a true friend. 1920- 21—Literary Society. 1921- 22—Literary Society; Hi School Club 1922- 23—Literary Society; Athletic Associa- tion. PAULINE HUGH BRADY It’s easier to say what’s to be done than to do it. 1920- 21—Class Treasurer; Literary Societ 1921- 22—Secretary Literary Society; Ex- change Editor Scribbler; Athletic Association. 1922- 23—Literary Editor Scribbler; Critic Literary Society; Senior Usher; Last Will and Testament. ELLA JOSEPHINE BROOKS The pen is mightier than the sword. 1922-23—Exchange Editor Scribbler ; Athletic Association. 6 The Scribbler ANNA SUE BROOKS Our Susie’s words are eloquent, Sufficient unto the day IVhen she will be an editor. With plenty of words to say. 1922-23—Athletic Association. MARGARET LOUISE BROWN I'm forever disgraced! My very soul is blue! For on my last exam, I just made ninety-two ! 1921- 22—Hi School Club; Vice-President Literary Society. 1922- 23—Literary Society; Senior Usher; Athletic Association. JOSEF EUGENE BROWN His eyes are the eyes of a poet; His heart, the heart of a man. 1919- 20—Hi-Y. 1920- 21—Hi-Y; Athletic Association. 1921- 22—Class Basketball and Baseball Teams; Hi-Y. 1922- 23—Hi-Y ; Class Poet. The Scribbler 7 HELEN MAIE CALVERT The least flower, with a brimming cup, may stand. And share its dew-drop with another near. 1920-21—Athletic Association. 1922-23—Athletic Association. MABLE HELEN CRANFORD I ask no wages—seek no fame; 1920- 21—Literary Society. 1921- 22—Literary Society; High School Club. 1922- 23—Literary Society; Athletic Asso- ciation. LILES W. CREIGHTON With his head awhirl, Standing on the corner, waiting for his girl. 1919- 20—Hi-Y. 1920- 21—Football Team; Basketball Team; Track Team; Baseball Squad; Hi-Y; Literary Society. 1921- 22—Football, Basketball, Track Teams; Hi-Y; Censor Literary Society. 1922- 23—Football, Track Teams; Captain Basketball Team; Literary Society; Hi-Y; Hi Dancing Club. 8 The Scribbler LAURA WILL CUDD Tears, idle tears, I know not what thou art! 1921- 22—Literary Society; Hi School Club. 1922- 23—Athletic Association. MARY SUE CUDD Her friends, there are many: Her foes, are there any? 1919- 20—Literary Society. 1920- 21—Literary Society. 1921- 22—Athletic Association; Hi School Club. 1922- 23—Athletic Association. LOLA AMANDA CUNNINGHAM Dignity, thy name is mine, and I would have it so. 1920- 21—Literary Society. 1921- 22—Hi School Club. 1922- 23—Literary Society; Athletic Asso- ciation. The Scribbler 9 EVELYN LUCILE DEASON In all but Physical Training, I am often wont to shine, But dancing and skipping and jumping Were never in my line! 1919-20-21-22—Literary Society. 1922-23—Athletic Association ; Literary Society. LELIA DOROTHY DOGGETTE Her smile shows her disposition ; Her friends, her popularity. 1919- 20—Class President. 1920- 21—Class President; Basketball Squad. 1921- 22—Literary Society; Treasurer Liter- ary Society. 1922- 23—Class President; Literary Society; Debating Team; Athletic Association. VIVIAN MAY DRUMMOND Looks must deceive you, for Vivian’s not shy; When with Lillian or Clelia—the noise—my eye! 1919- 20—Literary Society. 1920- 21—Literary Society. 1921- 22—Literary Society; Hi School Club; Athletic Association. 1922- 23—Literary Society: Athletic Associa- tion. 10 The Scribbler LEROY D. DUNBAR In the spring a young man’s fancy Lightly turns to thoughts of love. 1919- 20—Hi-Y. 1920- 21—Hi-Y ; Athletic Association. 1921- 22—Athletic Association; Class Basket- ball and Baseball Teams. 1922- 23—Athletic Association; Hi Dancing Club. FRANCES GLIDDON EARLE Is there a heart that music cannot melt? 1921- 22—Hi School Club. 1922- 23—Athletic Association; Glee Club Pianist. HARRY L. ELLERBE Love, dearest lady, such as I would speak, Lives not within the humor of the eye. 1919- 20—Hi-Y. 1920- 21—Hi-Y. 1921- 22—Hi-Y; Class Basketball and Base- ball Teams. 1922- 23—Hi-Y; Hi Dancing Club. The Scribbler 11 JULIE HOWARD FAIRY La plus grande petite tragedienne. 1919- 20—Literary Society; Recitation Team (Gaffney. S. C.) 1920- 21—Literary Society; Recitation Team (Gaffney. S. C.) 1921- 22—Literary Society; Hi School Club. 1922- 23—President Literary Society; Senior Usher ; Athletic Association ; Recitation Team; Recitation Medal. EDDINS FORBIS Act well your part, there all the honor lies. 1921- 22—Athletic Association. 1922- 23—Athletic Association ; Baseball Team. ROY E. GASH I measure my good will by my stature. 1920- 21—Baseball Squad; Censor Literary Society; Hi-Y; Track Team. 1921- 22—Football Squad; Baseball Squad; Hi-Y ; Literary Society. 1922- 23—Football Squad : Baseball Squad ; Treasurer Literary Society; Secretary-Treasurer Athletic Association ; Hi-Y. 12 The Scribbler ANNE MARGARET GOULD When hearts are true Few zvords will do. 1920- 21—Literary Society. 1921- 22—Literary Society; Hi School Club. 1922- 23—Literary Society; Athletic Asso- ciation. DAISY LILLIAN GRANT Leaz’e silence to the saints; I am but human. 1919- 20—Literary Society. 1920- 21—Literary Society. 1921- 22—Hi School Club. 1922- 23—Athletic Association. ELMER A. HABEL Lit Red: All-round champ. Senior vamp; ’nuff said. 1919- 20—Baseball Squad; Hi-Y. 1920- 21—Football and Baseball Teams; Basketball Squad; Hi-Y; Treasurer Literary Society. 1921- 22—Football. Baseball, and Basketball Teams; Hi-Y; Literary Society. 1922- 23—Football and Basketball Teams; Baseball Captain; Literary Society; Hi-Y ; Hi Dancing Club. The Scribbler 15 CHARLES HART I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more is none. 1920- 21—Literary Society; Athletic Associa- tion ; Hi-Y. 1921- 22—Literary Society; Athletic Associa- tion ; Hi-Y. 1922- 23—Literary Society; Athletic Associa- tion. c FANNING M. HEARON Better to be a raise fool than a foolish raise man. 1919- 20—Hi-Y. 1920- 21—Football Squad ; Secretary Literary Society; Vice-President Class. . 1921-22—Football Team; Track Team; Vice-President Literary Society; Scribbler Staff. 1922-23—Football Captain ; President Literary Society; Art Editor Scribbler ; Hi Dancing Club; Track Team; Class Prophet. ROSIE HECKLIN I would that my tongue would utter the thoughts that are in me. 1921- 22—Hi School Club. 1922- 23—Athletic Association. 14 The Scribbler GABRIEL C. HILL He has but one failing—the ladies. 1919- 20—Class Vice-President; Fresh Base- ball Team (Tech Hi). 1920- 21—Member Band (Tech Hi). 1921- 22—Football Team; Baseball Team; Basketball Squad; Hi-Y; Athletic Association; T reasurer Literary Society. 1922- 23—Football. Basketball, and Baseball Teams; President Athletic Association ; Critic Literary Society; Athletic Editor Scribbler; Hi Dancing Club. ALYNE GRACE JOHNSON Is there one who does not call her “Friend'’? 1919- 20—Literary Society; Class Secretary. 1920- 21—Literary Society; Class President. 1921- 22—Literary Society; Hi School Club. 1922- 23—Literary Society; Athletic Associa- tion. The Scribbler 15 ELEANOR LOUISE KEARSE There is no one beside thee, and no one above thee. 1921- 22—High School Cluh. 1922- 23—Athletic Association. MARY EDITH KEETER Why should I keep silent? That you may talk the more? 1921- 22—Hi School Club. 1922- 23—Athletic Association. CRAIG KENNEDY Better to laugh at Death 7 han to let Death laugh at you. 1919- 20—Hi-Y. 1920- 21—Hi-Y. 1921- 22—Hi-Y. 1922- 23—Hi-Y; Football Team; Hi Dancing Club. 16 The Scribbler MARGUERITE ELIZABETH KEL-LETTE The queen, stricken with a grievous love pang. 1921- 22—Hi School Club; Literary Society; Athletic Association. 1922- 23—Glee Club ; Literary Society ; Ath- letic Association; Senior Usher. CORNELIA LOUISE LEONARD Wisdom is better than riches. 1920- 21—Basketball Squad. 1921- 22—Literary Society; Hi School Club; Athletic Association. 1922- 23—Literary Society ; Athletic Associa- tion ; Senior Usher; Debating Team; Hi Dancing Club. LOWRY LINDSAY Girls—what foolish things they arc! Yet hoiv drear the world would be without them. 1920- 21—Baseball Team; Basketball Squad; Hi-Y. 1921- 22—Basketball Team; Baseball Squad; Hi-Y. 1922- 23—Football, Baseball, and Basketball Teams; Hi-Y; Hi Dancing Club. The Scribbler 17 CLELIA peronneau mathewes Born for success, she seemed, With grace to zvin. with heart to hold. With shining gifts that take all eyes. —A. A. 1920- 21—Basketball Squad; Athletic Asso- ciation. 1921- 22—Art Editor Scribbler: Athletic As- sociation : Basketball Squad; Cheer Leader; Literary Society; Debating Team; Hi School Club; Junior Usher. 1922- 23—Editor-in-Chief Scribbler; Presi- dent Athletic Association ; Basketball Team; Cheer Leader; Literary Society ; Censor Literary Society ; Senior Usher; Debating Team; Hi Dancing Club; Debating Medal. AGNES MONTINE MARSH To know her is to love her. 1921- 22—Athletic Association ; Literary So- ciety; Hi School Club. 1922- 23—Athletic Association ; Literary So- ciety ; Glee Club. FELIX H. McCRACKIN If chance zoill have me king, Why chance may crozvn me. 1920- 21—Literary Society. 1921- 22—Literary Society. 1922- 23—Literary Society. 18 The Scribbler CORNELIA ISABEL McCREARY To live ivithout talking is to live without life! 1920- 21—Literary Society. 1921- 22—Athletic Association; Hi School Club. 1922- 23—Literary Society; Athletic Associa- tion ; Glee Club. I EDNA ELIZABETH MAY “Jc ne sais pas!” She demurely replies. For Edna works hard With French and her eyes. 1919-20—Literary Society. 1921- 22—Hi School Club; Literary Society; Athletic Association. 1922- 23—Literary Society; Athletic Associa- tion. MARIE ELIZABETH McMILLAN Me thinks she looks as if she were in love. 1919- 20—Literary Society. 1920- 21—Literary Society; Athletic Associa- tion. 1921- 22—Literary Society; Athletic Associa- tion. 1922- 23—Literary Society; Athletic Associa- tion ; Senior Usher. The Scribbler 19 SARAH EMIILY MELTON The broil' should wear a golden crown That wears her in its thought. 1919- 20—Literary Society. 1920- 21—Literary Society. 1921- 22—Hi School Club; Athletic Associa- tion. 1922- 23—Literary Society; Athletic Asso- ciation. FRANCES LYNNE MOORE Flunking every day is Frances’ hourly state. But then she always shines with ninety-seven or eight! 1920- 21—Literary Society. 1921- 22—Literary Society; Class Treas- urer ; Hi School Club. 1922- 23—Literary Society; Senior Usher; Athletic Association. ELFORD C. MORGAN Flard work makes leisure doubly sweet. 1919- 20—Hi-Y. 1920- 21—Hi-Y; Athletic Association; Liter- ary Society ; Declamation Contest. 1921- 22—Hi-Y; Literary Society; Declama- tion Contest. 1922- 23—Business Manager Scribbler; Sec- retary-Treasurer Class; President Hi-Y; Literary Society; Declamation Contest. 20 The Scribbler GLADYS EVELYN MULLINAX As sweet as the flower that climbs the garden wall. 1920- 21—Athletic Association. 1921- 22—Athletic Association; Literary So- ciety; Hi School Club. 1922- 23—Athletic Association ; Literary So- ciety; Senior Usher. HELEN BLAKE OUTZ Her sunny locks Hang on her temples like a fleece. 1922-23—Athletic Association. ELEANOR MALINDA PARROTT Round her eyes her tresses fell ; Which were blackest none could tell. 1919- 20—Basketball Team; Literary So- ciety ; Athletic Association; Rooters’ Club (Winston-Salem). 1920- 21—Athletic Association; Rooters’ Club; Literary Society (Winston-Salem). 1921- 22—Current Events Club; Literary So- ciety; Rooter's Club (Winston-Salem). 1922- 23—Athletic Association. The Scribbler 21 ESTHERFRANCENA PARROTT Youth—it is sunny. 1919- 20—Literary Society (Gaffney). 1920- 21—Literary Society; Recitation Team (Gaffney). 1921- 22—Literary Society; Junior Usher (Gaffney). 1922- 23—Literary Society; Athletic Asso- ciation. LILLIAN BLANCHE PATTEN The only way to learn is to ask questions. 1920- 21—Literary Society. 1921- 22—Literary Society; Hi School Club; Athletic Association. 1922- 23—Literary Society; Athletic Associa- tion. KATHLEEN BURNS PATTERSON Good nature is the sign of a large and generous soul. 1921- 22—Literary Society; Hi School Club. 1922- 23—Literary Society; Athletic Associa- tion. The Scribbler MARY BELLE PATTERSON Happiness fills the greatest requirement of life. 1922-23—Athletic Association. MARTHA GEDDINGS PHIFER Curiosity killed a cat. And it’s most killed Martha. 1920- 21—Athletic Association. 1921- 22—Athletic Association; Literary So- ciety; Hi School Club. 1922- 23—Athletic Association; Literary So- ciety; Senior Usher. CECIL L. POWELL But signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shine on all deservers. 1920- 21—Literary Society; Hi-Y. 1921- 22—Literary Society; Hi-Y. 1922- 23—Literary Society; Hi-Y; Member School Band. The Scriebler 23 ELIZABETH HAMLIN PRICE “Silence is worth its zveight in gold.” What a pity that I am poor! 1921- 22—Athletic Association; Hi School Club. 1922- 23—Athletic Association; Glee Club; Senior Usher. I FRANCES LUCILE ROBINSON Speak thy mind. 1920- 21—Athletic Association. 1921- 22—Athletic Association; Class Secre- tary ; Literary Society. 1922- 23—Athletic Association; Literary So- ciety; Senior Usher; Basketball Squad. ANNIE JOSEPHINE ROGERS Stay zvith tne, for thy face is fair! Stay zvith me, for thy voice is szveet! 1921- 22—Hi School Club; Athletic Associa- tion. 1922- 23—Athletic Association. 24 The Scriebler MARGERY ELIZABETH ROGERS ATo matter what the subject be, For information come to me. 1921- 22—Hi School Club. 1922- 23—Athletic Association. ♦ LAURA BELLE SMITH t’s the songs ye sing and the smiles ye wear That's a-making the sun shine everywhere. 1921- 22—Junior President (Lake City). 1922- 23—Member Glee Club; Athletic Asso- ciation. VIRGINIA LYNN SMITH A true friend makes life a pleasure 1921- 22—Literary Society; Hi School Club. 1922- 23—Literary Society; Athletic Associa- tion. The Scribbler 25 MARY RUTH STANFORD She looked a queen zvho seemcth gay From royal grace alone. 1921- 22—Hi School Club; Athletic Associa- tion. 1922- 23—Athletic Association. GEORGE W. STAPLES Where worth and merit royal nieet. 1919- 20—Hi-Y. 1920- 21—Hi-Y; Athletic Association; Class Secretary. 1921- 22—Athletic Association ; Class Basket- ball Team; Class Baseball Team. 1922- 23—Athletic Association ; Basketball Squad. BUMA LOUISE STEVENS Your very frowns are fairer far. Than smiles of other maidens are. 1919- 20—Literary Society. 1920- 21—Literary Society. 1921- 22—Hi School Club. 1922- 23—Athletic Association; Basketball Squad. The Scribbler V' A 26 ANNIE MAE WALKER Modest, undaunted and true. 1920- 21—Literary Society. 1921- 22—Literary Society. 1922- 23—Literary Society; Athletic Club. ■4 NELIA DAILEY WALKER In seeds of laurel in the earth The blossom of your fame is blown. 1920- 21—Literary Society ; Athletic Associa- tion. 1921- 22—Literary Society; Athletic Associa- tion ; Hi School Club. 1922- 23—Literary Society; Receiver of J. O. A. M. Bible; Athletic Association ; Senior Usher ; Literary Editor Scribbler; Class Historian. GRACE LEE WIGGINS The only way to have a friend is to be one. 1920- 21—Literary Society; Athletic Associa- tion. 1921- 22—Literary Society. 1922- 23—Literary Society; Athletic Associa- tion. . The Scribbler LOTTIE WILKINS A smile for all, a greeting glad, An amiable, jolly zvay site had. 1922-23—Literary Society ; Athletic Association. FLORA BELLE WILLIAMS Through whose szveet, Frank eyes I feel the very heart’s last beat. 1922-23—Literary Society; Athletic Association. EDITORIAL DEPARTMENT Ships A great ocean stretches away before us. The sun is just rising from a mist of flaming clouds, and the water turns to molten gold under its rays. Countless waves ripple upon the shore, and the water bubbles and foams around the lichen-covered rocks. The harbor, with its multitude of flag-bedecked ships, is resounding with the noise of departure. All around are anchored the ships that are not yet ready to start and other older ships who have returned from their voyages. All is ready when a loud shout comes from the captain of a battered old craft. “Where are you bound for, mate?” And the captain addressed gives a careless shrug with his answer. “Nowhere in particular.” The question goes the rounds of the waiting ships. Some answer, “Port Work.” Others answer, “Port Society.” Still others answer, “Port College.” At last the anchors are lifted, and the fleet sails out to sea with the other ships, dipping their colors as they pass. The Scribbler 29 What will be the outcome of the voyages into the future on the sea of life? The captain who was going “Nowhere in particular,” where will he land? And the other adventurers, how will they succeed? With a magic glass we may look into the future. The harbor is more crowded with ships than ever before. Suddenly all eyes are turned to an incoming steamer, painted an iron-grey. She is a sturdy, serviceable craft, with a great cargo of common sense, experience, and practical ideas. A greeting full of respect and admiration is given her. A little later another ship, a light, gaily painted little launch, arrives. Trimmed in ribbons and flags, it bears a haphazard load of selfishness, extravagance, and gaudy society talk. It receives a look of contemptuous scorn. Minutes pass and a wind-torn, paint-flaked, dirty old tramp schooner limps in. She has no cargo except a few soggy boxes of broken promises, lost ambitions, and “If” intentions. No one even deigns to give her a look. Suddenly a great shout arises. Across the gleaming deep a great golden ship bounds over the waves. Great silken sails fill with the wind. Long scarlet pennants stand out in the breeze. She is piloted by a skipper who bears the name success. Her hatches are over-flowing with Promises-Not-Forgotten, with Good-Intentions-Fulfilled, with Useful-Experiences,'with Unselfishness, with Love, Hope, and Charity. High, high up among the sails, there gleam some airy little things, the dreams, the hopes, the ambitions with which she was laden when she first started for “Port College.” They greet her with a grand salute. They are in the presence of a superior to whom they give not only respect and admiration, but love and loyalty, too. C. M. Dreams What would this old worn world be without dreams? Imagine what a place would be if no one built air castles; if no one allowed his mind to soar to sudden fights of fancy and vivid imagination. Life would become a burden, a drudgery, were it not for that power we have of forgetting who we are, where we are, and becoming kings or queens amid royal surroundings. Dreams are the flavoring of the earth; without them life would be tasteless. 30 The Scribbler They may be made of fragile stuff, of something delicate that is easily broken; but anyway the things that are the most delicate and most fragile are usually the most valuable. They may be mere moonbeams that are dimmed when the real source of light comes into view; but the light of the moon guides many through paths that would be dark otherwise. Then let us not give up our dreams, for after all, dreams make us what we are. Some day we will wake up, after a long night of dreaming, and find ourselves famous—all because of our castles in the air. E. B. THIRD YEAR CLASS 32 The Scribbler The lives of men are paths, entwined With triumph or with sighs, But bright or dark they onward wind And fade in distant skies. We saw our paths with flowers strewn And lit with Hope’s bright rays, When we looked into the future from The knoll of childhood days. Then farther still along the hill It winds o’er peaks anew, And glorious we see it from The summit of our youth. We soon shall view from that blest height Of life, when past its May, When the finish of those visions bright Brings on the close of day: Our paths diminish, dimmer grow, When life is in its sere; When to their close in sombre vales Our lives are drawing near: Then memory revives the past And. as a brilliant light, . The Scribbler 33 Swings back across our trodden paths And parts the robes of night: Then care we not for visions vain, And dreams of glory rife, Nor other idle fancies which Are ended with this life. But honor, truth, sincerity, Through ages hence resound— These elements within a life O’erleap its narrow bound. These may we see through all our years, Then, ever and anon, Inscribed in deeds that Heav’n itself Will care to look upon. Eugene Brown, ’23. -------------o------------- BY THE LAGO DI COMO HE GREAT Lago di Como, with its fringe of drooping trees and the white road winding around its edge, lay like a limpid sheet of silver in the summer sunlight. Under a gnarled old willow lounged a brownfaced boy with a fishing pole. With one hand he sent pebbles skipping across the water to splash in a rain of drops. With the other he struck the pole against the tree-trunk aimlessly. From around a curve in the lake-bank appeared a small red boat. In it were seated two little Italians and a small pig. They drew near, the two curly black heads gleaming in the golden light. The larger addressed the figure under the tree. “Hi, Alessandro! We are going up the Lago to the cove to fish and eat dinner. Will you accompany us?” “No, Julio, the sun is too warm and the fish.will not bite. Go your way, you and Leonardo. I have other business.” The boys cast a look of angry disgust at their truant comrade and turned their boat. “Very well, we will sell Francesca to a butcher!” the voice of Julio rang across the water. 34 The Scribbler “Sell him! He is nothing but a pig. You might do well to sell yourselves along with him.” The indignant splash of the oars was the only answer, and Alessandro gave an amused laugh. He was large for his sixteen summers, and in winter he worked in the silk factory at Como. The smaller brothers, Julio and Leonardo, admired him with all the adoration of young slaves, but even their patience grew worn with the ever-ready sarcasm and insolence of the older boy. His olive-tinted face was discontented under the crown of black locks, and his lazy motions showed a hidden irritation which was loosed in sudden bursts of fury. “I am old enough,” he muttered, “I am old enough to know my will. Yet father holds me like a young horse, chafing at the bit. My energy will soon be spent. I will have no ambitions, no dreams, by the time he releases me. Oh, for freedom!” The rod fell to the ground, and he stretched out helpless hands to the far distant Spliigen, raising its sapphire crested peak into the heavens. A cardinal rose from the grove behind him and swept over the rippling waves, winging its way to the violet heights. Alessandro watched it with all the bitterness of a caged lark. It was so gloriously free, and he was so hopelessly chained. Sometimes the kind Director of the Fates takes pity on the ignorance of mortals, and to prove His eternal presence and His ceaseless love, He sends a little reminder of His Being. With a swift clatter of iron-shod feet and the rattle of dislodged stones, a horse tore up the sun-washed road. A blood-red cape streamed in the wind and a red plume curled like a tongue of flame from the head of the rider as he mounted the slope. Again the boy gave a groan of despair. Everywhere there was freedom, but he must always be regarded as a child like Julio. But the brilliant horseman, spying the young Italian, reined in the foaming steed and cantered down to the water’s edge. Alessandro turned a defiant head, and behold! the horseman was a woman. Her great black eyes flashed from under the red plumed hat as she gazed pleadingly at him. Her gauntleted hands clasped the reins convulsively. Her breath came in torturous gasps. The Scribbler 35 “Boy! boy ! I must—have a boat! A boat! Where—can I get a boat ? Answer me—quick !” His astonished eyes gazed into hers. “A boat, noble lady? There is no boat here.” “But I must have a boat. The soldiers are after me! They will be here any minute! I will be shot as a spy! I must have a boat to cross the lake. Once in Switzerland, I am safe!” For a moment he looked at her blankly and then he spoke. “Lend me your horse. I will get a boat.” For an instant she hesitated, and then leapt from the horse. With a single movement she flung the reins into his hands. “If they approach, climb into a tree,” he said, and mounting the animal, was off in a whirl of dust. The road unwound before him as he sped along. The wind whistled by his head and tore at the ragged shirt on his shoulders. The trees rushed by in endless line and his very sight grew blurred. Freedom! freedom ! The words sang in his ears and he gulped down the icy air in an ecstasy of joy. At last he came to the little cove for which Julio and Leonardo had started. He jumped from the horse and ran down the bank to the water. There was the little red boat, moored to a tree and at a little distance lay two little boys, fast asleep. Untying the rope, Alessandro stepped into the tiny craft and rowed feverishly down the lake toward the willow tree. She was still standing on the bank, clasping and unclasping her dusty gloves. The scarlet cape still hung from her shoulders and flowed in the grass like red blood. The crimson feather still curled flame-like from her hat, and her great eyes still glowed passionately. He rowed as rapidly as possible. But even as he neared the shore, there came a wild clamor from the road and the gorgeously clad soldiers of the king were upon her. From where he sat, motionless with horror, he saw them bear down upon her, crush her in overpowering hands, and fasten her helpless hands together. From where he sat he saw the dumb appeal of her glowing eyes and the frightened panting that shook her frame. As they turned to reascend to the road, she cast a last look at the tearful Alessandro. SECOND YEAR CLASS 37 KS V The Scribbler “Stay, little boy,” she cried, “stay by your gilded lake and catch your silver fish. For when you leave your little cage you will be hunted, even as I have been, and killed as I will be. seeking your freedom! Freedom! I was seeking freedom for Italy, but now—” She was hurried on up the slope and the last Alessandro saw of her was the torn cape trailing in the dust and the feather hanging, broken, from her head. As he turned his eyes back to the lake, he saw the cardinal winging its way homeward. Suddenly, like a bolt from the clouds, a hawk shot down and caught it in her claws. There was a horrible shriek, a few bloody feathers falling to the water, and the murderess disappeared with her prey. The waves still gleamed in the sunlight and the Spliigen still raised its cloud-wreathed head to the sky. But under the willow a little boy lay, weeping his heart out. Was it for the capture of the horsewoman or the destroying of a dream ? Clelia Math ewes, ’23. -------------o-------------- TO A PANSY Wee small flower, grinning shyly Like an impish woodland sprite, Peeping sideways, winking slyly, Flaunting regal colors bright. Lips a-smile, and eyes all gleaming, Daybreak finds you wide awake; Ever plotting, even scheming Some new mischief you can make. But, with all your elfish working, You’ve a charming, winsome grace; Faint, elusive, ever lurking, Funny pansy flower-face. Dorothy Doggette, ’23. 38 The Scribbler LEGEND OF THE MOON AND STARS ONG, long ago, when the world was young, there was no darkness. Though the sun went down every evening, its afterglow illumined the world. This may seen fortunate to you, but it was far from that. The rulers of the land worked their slaves and other servants all of the time, for, as no darkness ever came over the earth, there was no excuse for rest. These oppressed people would snatch sleep when possible, but this was not often. At last in their despair they prayed the Mighty Being to send relief. After many days He decided to grant their request. One evening when the sun had gone down a darkness came over the world. A heavy cloud seemed to shut out all light that came from the departed sun. The people did not know what to think. They groped about in terror, until at last they fell down from exhaustion and slept until the rays of the sun pierced through the curtain and brought light. Again and again this happened. The people, not satisfied with this thick blackness, decided to shoot arrows at the cloud that came so often and stayed so long. They all began shooting, and strange to say, as they shot their arrows into the sky, little shining spots appeared. Seeing this, some of the best marksmen planned to shoot their arrows close together so as to tear the great curtain and maybe get some light. Again and again they shot. Finally their darts tore a round opening in the sky, disclosing a shining disc. The blanket that had been hiding the light now had thousands of holes in it, through which the light streamed to the earth. Thus came to the world the moon and stars. Frances Lide, ’26. 39 s The Scribbler EVENING The sun has sunk so far away, Long rays gleam through the sky, The children falter at their play, For Sandman’s work is nigh. The cows come slowly toward the barn, Each lowing for its food. The twilight brings with all its charm Shelter secure and good. Then to her stool the milk-maid goes. While at her task she sings. Soft breezes rustling to and fro Cool earth like giant wings. The crickets sing a drowsy song, Whip-poor-wills’ clear note Tells all the world a nestling throng Soon seek their feathered cote. Good-night! Good-night! Beyond the brink The light has ebbed away, Nature and man and creature sleep, And dusky night holds sway. Alma Jackson, ’26. 40 The Scribbler THE AMERICAN PENNY ADDY, give me a penny, please,” said a little curly-haired tot. Then climbing up in her father’s lap, she teasingly pushed her chubby little hand down into his coat pocket. Opening her tiny fist and seeing a bright, new coin, her blue eyes grew wide with delight and she exclaimed, “Why, just see this beautiful new penny! Daddy, where are pennies made ?” “My dear, that is an American penny in two ways, first because it was made in our beautiful city of Washington, and second because it is brand new and hasn’t yet been out of America. You know pennies are great travelers, and sometimes go a long way from us when once we spend them.” “Well, I am going to cut a tiny place here on my penny, and if I ever do spend it, why, then I will certainly know it again.” The little girl was very proud of her new penny for some days, until suddenly she was seized with a great desire for a tempting stick of bright red candy, which she had seen in the store on her way from school. It did not occur to her that her dearly loved American penny was now lost to her until her mother said. “Do you not wish you, too, could go on a wonderful trip?” “Why, mother, who is going, and where?” “Your penny has already gone, my dear, and oh, my, how I do envy it! What wonderful things there are to be seen in this beautiful world! Do you suppose your little penny will ever see you again?” Thinking of her mother’s words, the Kttle girl sat in front of the glowing fire. She had been there for a long time alone. My, how quiet everything was! And what was that coming out of the fender toward her? It looked like a round fat face, and, yes, it had queer legs and arms and was bowing and waving to her in a most friendly and pleasant way. “Well, well, little girl, so we meet again at the same o!d fireside ! My, you have grown to be quite a young lady now! I hardly knew you! Do you see much ‘change’ in me? (No pun intended, I assure you.) Well, of course, I am not as bright as I was when I was younger—that’s how I differ from folks. I’ve had many a rough experience since the day you spent me. The Scribbler 41 1 was taken from a dark, musty drawer and dropped into a dainty silver purse, where I felt very big as I nestled close to some crisp dollar hills. But my pride was soon greatly hurt, for a small gloved hand placed me in a dirty black one, and I was jingled around with a dozen other fellows just like me, in a tin cup. My brightness was somewhat dimmed by this time. Next,’ I found myself on a big ship and I knew that I was going across the ocean. I lay very quiet and undisturbed in someone’s vest pocket. One morning several of us were thrown into the warm water, and a crowd of half-naked black boys dived down and fished us out. I shivered with the first fear I had ever known then, for these boys took my companions and cut holes in their sides and strung them around their necks. My warm bath had brightened me, and I Icfoked so different from the other pennies that the little black African traded me off to one of the sailors on shore. I again found myself on a big ship bound for China. Oh, I tell you a sailor’s life is the life for me. Together we visited Germany, France, England, and then the beautiful Holy Land. Then, when I saw the dear American missionaries, I wished I were a million dollars instead of a mean American penny. “This is my birthday. I am one year old tonight, so I just slipped in to tell you what a wonderful thing you did when you sent me out into the world. Tonight I am safe in a big bank in a South American town, but who knows where I’ll be tomorrow! Now, I must be away. Maybe some day we will really meet again, and when we do, oh, boy, how much more I can tell you! Good night.” When mother tip-toed into the room the fire was nearly out, but her little girl lay fast asleep with a stick of bright red candy clasped tightly in her chubby little hand. Jennille Gwin Hannon, ’26. FIRST YEAR CLASS The Scribbler 43 LIFE In dim procession shadows pass, And phantoms pale go by; The unfelt progress of each life Is kept from ev’ry eye. The weeks, the months, the seasons roll, They seem but as a day, Life’s river sparkles in the sun, And flashing, glides away. In just a breath the winter wind Has ruffled life’s dark stream, The heaps of ice make cold the heart And darken each sweet dream. This silent, gliding on of life, Unseen by scheming man, Will leave its mark along its course To show the way it ran. Margery Rogers, ’23. 44 The Scribbler THE LAND OF IMAGINATION EN O’CLOCK, and my story was not written. I had thought and thought, but a plot had not come to my mind. After another half hour of concentration, I gave the task up as hopeless, and went to bed. It did not seem that I had been asleep more than a minute when I felt some one grasp my shoulder and shake it lightly. I opened my eyes and saw that the room was very bright; then I closed them tightly. I just knew that it was a burglar, and my knees began to shake. Although it was winter, perspiration was pouring off of my face in rivers. “Wake up,” a voice said in sweet silvery tones. I was relieved but mystified. I knew it was a woman, but who? I resolved to end the suspense. I turned over quickly and sat up. A most unusual sight met my gaze; a fairy such as one reads about in story books. “I am the fairy of inspiration,” she said, “and I have come to take you to the land of imagination.” I wiped the perspiration from my brow, donned my clothes and turned to the fairy for orders. She waved her wand, which was in the shape of a writing pen, and I found myself in a large city of book-shaped buildings. On closer inspection. I found these buildings to be made of very thick leather. Every building had some date on it, and I turned to the fairy to ask her the meaning of this, but she had disappeared. Somewhere a bell sounded, and to my astonishment the buildings began to open out like books. I was standing in front of one of these strange buildings and before I could recover from my surprise enough to get out of the way, the front opened out and knocked me down. The next thing I knew, a wicked-looking pirate was standing looking at me, with a knife between his teeth. When he saw me open my eyes he put out his hand to help me up. I rolled out of his reach and scrambled to my feet, almost knocking down an old witch. I turned and started in another direction, nearly breaking my nose on the armor of a crusader. I stopped and looked around. I was surrounded by people, who seemed to pour in a never-ending stream from the book-shaped buildings. They paid Thf. Scribbler 45 no attention to me, but gathered in different groups and began to act as if they were on a stage. They were of different ages, of different kinds, and of different dress. I sat down to watch them act. My only regret was that I did not have more eyes so I could watch them all. One of the actors suddenly yelled, “Wake up,” so suddenly that it startled me. I had just recovered from this fright when I saw the pirate coming toward me. I jumped up and ran. In my fright I stumbled into a Chinaman, carrying a bucket of water. The water splashed over my face. 1 sputtered and coughed. When I got the water out of my eyes so that I could see, I looked around to find where the pirate was. But the land of imagination had disappeared, and I was in my own room. My brother was standing by my bedside with a dipper half full of water— the other half was on my face. “Gee!” he said, grinning, “you certainly w'ere hard to wake up this morning. You must—” He left his sentence unfinished and ran from the room when he saw me reaching for a pillow. Ruby Belcher, ’23. -------------o------------- A MOUNTAIN WATERFALL Dashing headlong from the mountain, Shining silver jewel studded, Falling from a hanging fountain, Glistening water sunlight flooded; Light of diamonds brightly gleaming, Rainbow colors gaily glow, As the torrent rushes streaming To the rocky depths below. Misty sprays of glistening water. Spongy clouds of frosty mist, Foam-flecked whirlpools never falter As they gurgle, whirl, and twist; Roaring torrents loudly gushing As o’er solid rocks they flow, Mighty hand of nature rushing On the rocky depths below. Ella Brook, ’23. 46 The Scribbler WHEN THE LIGHTS WENT OUT One dark and stormy winter’s night, We sat around the fire. The lights were burning very bright; Because of our desire A story Dad was telling us Of ghosts and goblins white. When in the most exciting part, Out went the ’lectric light. The baby started bawlin’ loud. As if his heart would break, And if you want to know the truth My knees began to shake; Not that I was scared, you know, For I am very brave; But friendly spooks as white as snow Are comp’ny I don’t crave. And when the lights again turned up, All cozy-like, you know, The story’s end was quite abrupt, The fire was getting low. But soon my fit of fear was gone; I tumbled up to bed. But honestly I still could hear Strange noises in my head. Charles Chapman, ’26. The Scribbler 47 LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT E, THE SENIOR CLASS of Spartanburg High School, being in sound mind and body, do hereby bequeath our only valuable possessions to the following persons: Ruth Stanford and Louise Kearse leave their undying affection for each other to Ruth Willard and Maragaret Mullinax. Lucille Deason bequeaths her remarkable agility in physical training to Perrin Dargan. Charles Hart, after four years of vamping the ladies with his “soft brown” eyes, willingly leaves them to Alec Tillinghast. Craig Kennedy, Richard Barry, and George Staples, all-star English students, leave all their profound knowledge to Stumpy Nash. Annie Mae Walker, Nellie Hewitt, Lottie Wilkins, Flora Williams leave their sweet dispositions and unruffled tempers to Pauline Tarpley and Reggie Donkel. Ruby Belcher, Lillian Grant. Sara Melton, Eleanor Parrott, and Grace Wiggins bequeath their “permanent” curls to any Soph who is energetic enough to roll up her hair. Cecil Powell leaves his position in the school band and his collection of small brown English books to Eugene Wofford. Marjorie Rogers and Nelia Walker, unsurpassed in knowledge along any line, bequeath it to the all-wise Seniors of next year. (They’ll need it.) Louise Stevens leaves her “Alice Blue” eyes to Alice Ellerbe. Liles Creighton and Gabe Hill, athletic heroes, leave all the lionizing bestowed upon them by fair admirers to Dick Henry and R. B. Trogden. Laura Belle Smith leaves her “Mary Pickfords” and her power of rolling her eyes to Mallie Bomar. Louise Leonard bequeaths her perpetual motion powder puff to Dorothy Sease. Isabel McCreary and Gladys Mullinax refuse to leave George and Bill to anyone, so I regret to pass them by. Leroy Dunbar and Harry Ellerbe leave their Jonathan and THE FACULTY HIGH SCHOOL BAND The Scribbler 49 David affection for one another to Perrin Dargan and George Johnson. El ford Morgan bequeaths his commanding voice and passion for jokes to Betty Phifer. Dorothy Doggette leaves her dignified Senior ways to Bonita Atkinson. Clelia Mathewes, unsurpassed in school spirit and in the use of her “linguae,” bequeaths it all to Dorothy Harris. Vivian Drummond and Mary Belle Patterson leave their sedate and modest manners to Eleanor Brown and Sara Cudd. Rosie Hecklin bequeaths all those good looking cars she drives to Nell Bagwell. Edna May, Mabel Cranford, Lola Cunningham, Agnes Marsh, Marie McMillan leave a rare collection of hair pins and hair nets to those Juniors who will be dignified enough to let their hair grow out next year. Frances Robinson leaves her ability never to tell a lie to the members of 3c. Grace Bowen, Kathleen Patterson, Margaret Brown, Mary Sue Cudd, and Helen Outz leave their power of concentration to Eugene Wofford. Lillian Patten does not want to leave the curse of her sensitiveness to anyone, so she keeps it for herself. Marguerite Kellette bequeaths her extensive vocabulary and her numerous love affairs to anyone needing them. Ella and Susie Brooks leave their power of wielding a wicked pen to King Couper. Laura Will Cudd bequeaths her spontaneous giggles to Peggy Scruggs. Felix McCracken leaves his remarkable ability to speil off History by the yard to Allan Armstrong. Martha Phifer, Frances Moore, Dorothy Allen, Virginia Smith, Frances Earle, Julie Fairy, Frances Beckwith, and Annie Rogers bequeath their bobbed tresses to the Freshmen. , “Ziggie” Gash leaves his reputation of being the only human skyscraper to Charles Green, “Red” Habel leaves his sunny disposition and sunny hair to Marcelle Clark. 50 The Scribbler Emily Westrope bequeaths her coquettish eyes to Evelyn Dillingham. Edding Forbis leaves his shy manner and his blushes to Bob Dargan. Eugene Brown, after careful consideration, leaves his poetic temperament to Dick Carr. Fanning Hearon, having to replace Wallace Reid in the movies, bequeaths his dramatic talent to Vernon Tanner. Mary Bell also wishes to leave Vernon some choice collections of “Le Roi des Montagnes.” Lowry Lindsay leaves his eternal affection for the “one and only” to John Garlington. Francena Parrott, Elizabeth Price, Margaret Gould, and Alyne Johnson leave their shortness of stature to Mary Etta Crutchfield and Mary V. McGee. Edith Keeter bequeaths a choice collection of “Woffordites” to Agnes Ervin. Sworn under my hand and seal this first day of June, in the year of our Lord nineteen hundred and twenty-three. (Signed) Pauline H. Brady. -------------o------------- A MOON A friendly moon spread forth her mystic light From out a fleecy bed of cloud, With silv’ry shaft she pierced the ebon night, Unmantling earth in dismal shroud. Through billows of foam she onward rolled With dip and plunge, now bold, now shy, And silently wended her pathless way, A wily sentinel in the sky. She smiled and winked at lover’s tricks, But soon she paled and waned. Her watch is done, now comes the sun, Just a phantom by day she remained. Gladys Mullinax, ’23. Tin-: Scrimu.er 51 THE CHALLENGE Gorgeous, indescribable! Flaunting, crimson thing, Splashed with gold and streaked with jet, Borne on scarlet wing! Cardinal, I challenge you! Come and try thy strength! Not in battle, bloodily, Fought at talons length ; But into cerulean skies Swathed in foamy white. Cardinal, I challenge you, Follow me in flight! Perfect in your majesty. Flaming from your height, Proud of eye and proud of mien, Haughty in your might, I am shamed. Oh, Mighty One! I, a lowly thing, Challenged you, the peerless one, Ruddy-feathered king. Clelia Matiiewes, ’23. 52 The Scribbler SENIOR CLASS PROPHECY, 1923 j== S I HAD FINISHED my last book entitled “Pandora n vs. Paris” in the year of our Lord nineteen hundred V and forty, and had taken a little vacation from the ” l stage after my last production, “A la Dick Savage,” I decided to look up my old high school chums. _________ I first went to St. Louis, Mo., where I found my closest friend Elmer Habel. He was very fat and prosperous, with a large family of red-haired kids and a beautiful wife. I found him in a large white apron, behind a grocery counter. He was looking over some small specs and slicing bologna sausage for Liles Creighton, who was waiting to carry it to his home around the comer. He was managing Efird's store in that city. That night “Red” and I started our tour. We landed in our old Spartanburg and went to see Elford Morgan Son, who at this time were very wealthy financiers. On crossing the street, we saw a red-faced policeman in a high traffic tower. It was Roy Gash. He directed us to the High School, where we found in the principal’s office Lowry Lindsay, still bashful and blushing and smiling at the young teachers. Along with him we found Lola Cunningham, Alyne Johnson, Dorothy Allen, and Nellie Hewitt. They certainly made a fine faculty. Instead of Miss Curtis and Mr. Tillinghast, we found Dorothy Doggette and Gabe Hill. Leroy Dunbar and Harry Ellerbe were making money mending airplanes, instead of wagons. That night at Keith’s we saw Gene Brown and Laura Bell Smith as head-liners in a novel vaudeville act. On the front row we noticed Craig Kennedy, who was shipping ice-cream freezers and bathing suits yearly to Alaska, and Felix McCracken, who had made millions selling white flannel pants to coal miners. Next day we paid Nelia Walker, Martha Alexander and Martha Phifer a visit at their suburban homes near Cedar Springs. They lived next door to each other, and all had lovely homes. Starting north that afternoon, we met Mary Bell at her beautiful home near the business section. On passing a prosperous farm, we saw the Hon. Richard Barry, manager of the Greater Piedmont Fair Association. In New York we chanced upon the romantic little Mme. Julie The Scribbler 53 Fairy, just returned from a brilliant tour of Europe with her manager, George Staples. She had won the title of “Divine Sarah IF' in her play called “The Cloud.’’ In Europe she had seen three old friends who were celebrities. One was Eddins Forbis, Rear Admiral of the Swiss Navy; Lord Cecil Powell, engineering an’expedition to find the Scotch in Scotland, and “Shiek’’ Charles Hart, a bronzed Beau Brummel of the Arabian desert. With Julie as our guide on Broadway, we found a beauty parlor called “The Twins,” run by Ruth Stanford and Louise Kearse. In the parlor we found Emily Westrope having wrinkles ironed out of her face; Marguerite Kellette, now a resident of Boston, having a Farewell wave put in her peroxided hair, and Louise Leonard, not married, not engaged, but still going. As we started out, Rosie Hecklin, wife of a wealthy clothier, walked in. Near the dock tha.t afternoon we saw Clelia Mathewes, President of the United States under the new Suffragist party, accompanied by members of her cabinet, Margaret Gould, Laura W. Cudd, Susie Brooks, and Isabel McCreary. They were starting on a tour to suffragize or suffocate Europe. After a trip across the West, where we came upon Frances Moore, wife of a prosperous rancher, we came to the Los Angeles movie colony. Living throughout the city were Grace Wiggins, Lottie Wilkins and Flora Williams. At the colony we went to the Beckwith Studios, where we found our golden-haired Frances now “America’s Sweetheart.” Among the bathing beauties we saw Edith Keeter, Marie McMillan, Eleanor Parrott and Frances Earle. America’s greatest tragedienne at this time was none other than our sad-eyed Annie Rogers. Rated as very close to her were Edna May and Ella Brooks, the latter an authoress of great renown. On the incoming steamer that day were Lillian Patten, Mary Bell Patterson. Vivian Drummond and Agnes Marsh, just returned from a religious tour of the isles of the sea. At the dock was Lillian Grant, nationally known comedienne. In San Francisco we came upon Margaret Brown, wife of a wealthy doctor; Grace Bowen, wife of a handsome sea captain, and Mary Sue Cudd, now running “The Golden Gate’’ tea room OPEN SESSION OF LITERARY SOCIETY GLEE CLUB The Scribbler 55 on the bay. She informed us that Gladys Mullinax was the wife of a well-known mining magnate in Alaska. We toured back through the former slave-holding States, where we found Helen Calvert and Ruby Belcher leading cowgirl lives in New Mexico. Near New Orleans, Kathleen Patterson was the wife of a rich planter. In Bastrop, Louisiana, Fran-cena Parrott and Lucile Deason were leading a gay life scrapping with the K. K. K. Away over in Palm Beach we stopped at a seaside hotel ma-troned by our quiet Annie Mae Walker and Elizabeth Price. Among the guests were Louise Stephens, now bossing a small husband; Marjorie Rogers, famed authoress, said to be the smartest woman in America except for a lady near Cedar Springs, South Carolina, and Helen Ouzt, “cum comitibus.” They said that Frances Robinson was the wife of a tall cop in South Carolina; that Virginia Smith was married, and that Mabel Cranford was running her little brother A. C. to death, buying her fancy clothes. At this juncture, an exquisite airplane alighted on the lawn. A footman jumped out and then assisted out of that ’plane one of the most startling women I have ever seen. A mystery woman ! No one moved. They were spellbound, as I was, I guess. Red’s mouth hung open like a barn door, and I believe he had entirely forgotten his wife and children and beloved “blizzard town.” Well, in walked the lady. Conan Doyle could have never unraveled that mystery. I heard somebody whisper that she had been married five times and that she was on her way to Missouri to return to the one she had married first. As she turned her back I didn’t wonder, for there in the same place were the dancing curls she always had away back yonder in Spartanburg, when she lived near Professor Blake. Fanning Hearon (Prophet 1923). 56 The Scribbler TO OUR CLASS Farewell, dear, dear old Junior class, We’ve loved you long and well; The time for parting’s almost come, Our good-byes we must tell. We’ve had just lots of jolly times In you, dear Junior class; The happy hours and days we’ve spent Leave memories that last. Tho' oftentimes the way seemed hard. Our work we’d never shun ; Our task is almost over now, We’ve played the game, and won. And now while all our hearts are full We bid to you farewell; But always, always, dear old class, You’ll in our memory dwell. Lucie Allen, ’24. -----------o----------- CLOUD-SHIPS Dreaming beneath the blue summer’s fair sky, Gazing at cloudlet-ships sailing on high. Thousands of fancies take forms as they fly, Each a true picture, it passes me by. First, a real face that is smiling and glad, Then comes another that’s tearful and sad. Pictures of children in fairy clothes clad. Glimpses of castles, such splendor they add ! All these majestic imaginings play, How my whole heart to them cries, “Oh, please, stay!” But these vain wishes no cloud-ships delay: Soon they are gathered in Dusk’s mantel gray. Sarah Melton, ’23. The Scribbler 0 CLOUDS HAT DIFFERENT pictures this word can bring before our minds! It is a moonlight night. The craft of Luna sails on a dark blue sea, and in her wake follow many little fisherman boats, the stars. The blue sea of clouds rolls on, on, on. The eye cannot pierce its depth. There are no billows raging wildly. All is calm. All is peace. The scene changes. ’Tis midday, and the sun shines brightly. On a background of pale blue, white films of clouds puff up. Here is a dragon breathing out rolls of steam, and fire pours forth from his mouth. But look! The ever-moving clouds have changed. The dragon is now a flock of snowy sheep seeking the blue of the stream flowing in the heavens. These things called clouds are truly wonderful. Now evening has come. She is not a rosebud, but a tawny lion. From the northwest rise amber clouds. They swirl and whirl, and cast over the whole world a breathless fear. Now the clouds come on, and with them they bring rough wind. Hail batters the windows; glasses crash and fall to bits on the floor. All this the clouds bring. They certainly seem to be a person with two distinct characters, the one peaceful as a lark, the other wild as an eagle. Nelia Walker, ’23. ------------o---------- THE MIDDAY SKY An endless stretch of gleaming blue, A priceless gem of gentian hue, We see the sky at full midday, When blossoms blow in flow’ry May. Across this sea of joyful Day A million clouds like white swans play, And listless drift, as with the tide, White boats at anchor slowly ride. Grace Bowen, '23. Mrs. Key was visiting some friends and left the following note for her nearest neighbor: “Dear Mrs. Garrison: Would you please put out a little food for the cat I have been feeding this winter? It will eat almost anything; but do not put yourself out.”—Literary Digest. LARGE Mr. Frost—“Betty, please put your gym shoes out of the aisle.” Joe—“Are they shoes? I thought it was a suitcase.” IN FRENCH Teacher—“We have ‘encore’ used several ways in English as well as in French. It is used in various ways.” Bright Pupil—“Is it used in ‘apple core’?” George (in explaining Geometry proposition)—“I cut off my leg on a given line.” “Why didn’t Noah play cards in the ark?” “Because he sat on the deck.” YES, AND SOON “The time will come.” thundered the lecturer on W'omen’s Rights, “when women will get men’s wages.” “Yes,” said a weak little man on the back seat, “next Saturday night.”—Literary Digest. When Cleopatra fainted, why didn’t Julius Caesar? The: Scribbler 59 The moon shines down on the mountaineer’s daughter, for he loves her still. Judge (to prisoner)—“Did you shoot that man in self-defence?” Prisoner—“No, suh; I shot him and he jumped de fence.”— Selected. Charlie (practising for play)—“Miss---------------, how can I act like a clown?” R. R.—“Act natural.” Allan (to A. E.)—“Do you want me to tell you something sweet?” A. E.—“Well ?” Allan—“Sugar.” Louise—“Mr. Jenkins, who is running the moving-picture machine tonight?” Mr. Jenkins—“I don’t know his name, but he is a union man.” I ouise—“Does he live in Union?” Sunday School Teacher—“Johnny, who beat the Philistines?” Johnny—“I don’t know. I don’t keep up with all of those bush-league teams.”—Selected. Country—“Pick, what is ‘Tomorrow’?” Pick—“Tuesday.” Country—“No, a fox-trot.” Wilbur hit the ball to Styx; it took a “bad hop” and hit Styx on the head. “That’s using your head, Styx,” yelled Dick. Miss Jackson (to English class)—“Now, Joel, tell me about this bachelor in ‘Sir Roger de Coverly’.” Joel—“All I know about him is that he is not married.” 60 The Scribbler Miss Stribling—“Elmer, don’t you know I will not call on you if you thump your fingers?” Elmer—“That’s why I’m doing it.” Mr. Jenkins (angrily—“Everything I say goes into one ear and out of the other.” Pupil—“Impossible! Sound won’t cross a vacuum.” LILES CREIGHTON WANTS TO KNOW What Julius Caesar said when Queen Elizabeth hit him in the head with a golf ball ? Observant Youth—“Oh, look at that funny man, Mother. He is sitting on the pavement talking to a banana skin.”—Exchange. Teacher asked: “And what is space?” The trembling student said: “I can’t tell you at present, but I have it in my head.”—Exchange. Rebecca—“Betty was born with a silver spoon in her mouth.” B. King—“It must have been a table spoon.”—Exchange. Sheep—“Look here! I ask you for the last time for that five dollars I lent you.” Country—“Thank goodness, that’s the end of that silly question.”—Exchange. Buck—“What do you use to clean ivory?” Bob W.—“You might try a shampoo.”—Exchange. “So you met my son at school, eh ?” “Yeah, we slept in the same English class.”—Exchange. Mr. Jenkins—“Elizabeth, who is an optimist?” Elizabeth B.—“A man who fixes glasses.” The Scribbler 6i Boy—“I haven’t slept for days.” Teacher—“What is the matter? Sick?” Boy—“No, I sleep at night.” Teacher—“Where was Caesar killed?” Pupil—“On page 84.”—Selected. Pope—“Hi, Stumpy !” Stumpy—“Hi, Pope! How you making it?” Pope (absent-mindedly)—“I guess I’ll pass, but I’ll have to stand my finals.” Miss Erwin—“Richard, give me a sentence with triangle in it.” Richard—“Next time you go fishing try angle worms.”— Exchange. Teacher—“Allan, what do you know of the Age of Elizabeth ?” Allan (dreamily)—“She’ll be eighteen next week.” “Your eyes are like a certain star.” “Which one?” “Ben Turpin.”—Exchange. If pork is pig, and beef is cow, is mutton JefT?—Exchange. “Our ancestors came from monkeys.” “My, I thought mine came from Wales.”—Exchange. Oscar-—“I could dance like this forever.” Eleanor—“I’m sure you don’t mean it. You’re bound to improve.”—Exchange. Teacher (calling on pupil in the Biology class)—“You seem interested in your lesson I What is dirt?” Pupil—“Dirt is what comes off when you wash your hands.” —Exchange. 6 2 The ScRimiLER The members of the Federation of Women’s Clubs were visiting the High School. Mr. Jenkins had asked the girls of 4c to show them over the building. Margaret M. (in history)—“Mr. Jenkins, may I ask a question ?’’ Mr. J.—“Yes.” Margaret—“W hy is it that when the Converse girls come over here, you show them over the building, and when the married women come, you have the girls to do it?’’ Most Popular— Clelia Mathewes, Fanning Hearon Most Athletic— Clelia Mathewes, Elmer Habel Best All-Around— Clelia Mathewes, Gabriel Hill Wittiest— Laura Bell Smith. Fanning Hearon Best Looking— Frances Beckwith, Leroy Dunbar Most Intellectual— Nelia Walker, Lowry Lindsay 64 The Scribbler 3n Urmnriam JOHN CLAY AVENT BORN OCTOBER 14, 1908 DIED MAY 18, 1923 How dear was he to all of as, A sweet, unselfish lad Who always wore a happy smile And spoke a greeting glad. And though our hearts are sad with grief Ilow joyfully we say, He is not dead, he is not dead! He has hut gone away.” —C. M. The Scribbler 65 ScrikUer 1 t OPEN MEETING The Castilian Literary Society had its many friends to an open meeting during the month of April. The debaters gave excellent debates that showed much time and study in preparation. The query was, “Resolved : That the French occupation of the Ruhr district was justifiable and an act of political wisdom.” The debaters for the affirmative were Dorothy Doggette, Louise Leonard and Clelia Mathewes. The negative was upheld by Gabriel Hill, Fanning Hear-on and George DePass. Gabriel Hill was voted the best speaker, with George DePass a close second. Laura Bell Smith delighted her audience with a solo, accompanied by Dorothy Allen. Julie Fairy and Estelle Cohen recited. Elford Morgan and Pope Hill declaimed. Estelle Cohen was voted the best reciter, and Elford Morgan the best declaimer. -------o------- On Friday night, the 18th of April, some of the High School students took part in the program given at Converse College. The Glee Club sang and the band played. Vernon Tanner, second prize winner, gave a solo. -------o------- Wofford Glee Club gave their enjoyable program at the High School last Thursday night. APRIL 18 April 18th was certainly an exciting day for the French classes, as Mr. Frost just attained the right to vote. He was presented by 3a with a birthday cake gaily bedecked with candles. -------o-------- George DePass entertained the members of the Dancing Club with a Fancy Dress Dance. The occasion proved to be a very delightful one. The same club enjoyed dancing at Billie Willard’s and Jack Avent’s during the past month. -------o-------- Rebecca Gaffney, Eleanor Everett, Rachel Everett and Mrs. Everett spent a week-end at Lake Summit. -------o-------- Dena Spigel, of 3a, was chosen to represent the High School in the singing contest at Converse College. -------o-------- Miss Jackson went to her home in Georgia to spend Easter. -------o-------- GIRL RESERVES CLUB A Girl Reserves Club has been formed with the officers as follows: President, Nancy Lee Scruggs; First Vice-President, Mell Bagwell; Second Vice-President, Eleanor Everett; Secretary, Marcelle Clark; Treasurer, Peggy Scruggs. The club adviser is Mrs. Leon Palmer. The club meets Friday at six o’clock in the evening. 66 The Scribbler Elford Morgan and Estelle Cohen went to Columbia to try for the recitation and declamation medal. Estelle won out in the preliminaries and represented Spartanburg in the finals. -------o------- CHARLIE CHAPLIN AND “MOONBEAM TRAILS” Charlie Chaplin, in “Shoulder Arms,” was the cause of much fun and merriment at the High School one night this month. “Moon Beam Trails” was another comedy which caused much enjoyment. Then, after the movies the Varsity played the Faculty. -------o------- TRIP TO COLUMBIA It seemed as if every one from Spartanburg was seen in Columbia for the up-State game. Louise Leonard, Dorothy Allen, Dorothy Harris, Evelyn Dillingham, Rebecca Gaffney, Betty Phifer, Pauline Brady, Mrs. Brady, Frances Robinson, Clelia Mathewes, Miss Curtis, “Buck” Tarpley, Mr. Frost, Ned Austell, Fanning Hearon were at the big game. Although we were not victorious, every one enjoyed themselves exceedingly. -------o------- Mallie Botnar, Dorothy Harris, Elizabeth Crews, Eleanor Everett, Alice Ellerbe, and Mr. Jenkins went to the game in Gaffney. -------o------ Frances Glenn, Jean Ligon, Rachael Ferguson and Mrs. W. S. Glenn attended the ball game in Gaffney. -------o------ Mr. Jenkins was missed by all when he went to Columbia on a business trip. -------o------ HIGH SCHOOL NIGHT AT PRESBYTERIAN CHURCH The boys and girls of the High School were the special guests of the First Presbyterian Church at the evening services held Sunday night. There were 684 present by actual count. Rev. Henry Wade DuBose, pastor of the church, preached a special sermon on “Friendship” for the boys and girls, using as an example David and Jonathan. -------o-------- Fanning Hearon and Liles Creighton left Thursday, the 26th, for Columbia to attend the track meet. They report a very interesting trip. -------o-------- BIBLE AND FLAGS ARE GIVEN SCHOOL Dr. J. L. Mann, of Greenville, and Dr. Frank Evans Speakers Council No. 14 of the Junior Order of American Mechanics presented a Bible, a State Hag and a Federal Hag to the Frank Evans High School in an interesting ceremony in the auditorium of the building. Dr. J. L. Mann, superintendent of the Greenville City Schools, made the speech of presentation. He spoke forty minutes and at no time lost the attention of his hearers. Another address was made by Dr. Frank Evans in explanation of the history of the flag and the sense and sentiment that it unfolds in the life of the nation. -------o-------- GIFTS RECEIVED Farmer Long, one of our foremost jewelry establishments, presented us with a silver ball and bat, to use as we see fit. They suggested that the names of the players be engraved on the bat, with special mention of the best batter. Also they are going to give a solid gold watch to some member of the Senior class. The Scribbler GIRL RESERVES OUTING The Freshman Girl Reserves enjoyed an early hike to their cabin at Ezell Springs Friday morning at 6:30 and cooked their breakfast over a campfire at the cabin. The breakfast menu consisted of weinies, bacon, coffee and rolls. On Saturday morning the Senior Girl Reserves went on a hike to the cabin, where the same program was carried out. ------o------ 6 7 a red letter day for us. The day before we had been told that the State Inspector was coming. That threw us into a state of excitement. Yet when Mr. Parkinson arose and gave us a short talk on “Preparation for College,” we realized that State Inspectors were not so bad, after all. --------o-------- Margaret Gould attended the D. A. R. convention, in Washington, D. C. She represented the Spartanburg Chapter of the D. A. R. Thursday, April 26th, was posted as 68 The Scribbler The Scribbler wishes to bid all his friends good-bye, until the next publication, which will be some time next fall. He has thoroughly enjoyed being a friend of so many magazines whose literary standard is so high as that of the exchanges. He hopes that this issue will be especially liked, for the dignified Seniors have condescended to call him the Senior Number, and have their pictures put between his brand-new covers. My, but he feels flattered ! He gratefully acknowledges the following exchanges, and invites them to come again next fall: The Aegnis Rabbit, Houston, Texas; The Agenda, Ramer, Alabama; The Barton News, Mobile, Alabama; The Beacon, Newport News, Va.; The Concept, Converse College, Spartanburg, S. C.; The Crimson Tulip, Bellingham, Washington; Cony Cue, Augusta, Maine; The Distaff, Boston, Mass.; D. H. S. Porpoise, Daytona, Florida; The Echo, Hume-Fogg High School, Nashville, Tenn.; The Emersonian, Emerson Institute, Washington, D. C.; The Furman Echo, Furman University, Greenville, S. C.; Gulf-Hi-Life, Richey, Fla.; Gold and Black, Concord, N. C.; The Hi-Nus, Richmond, California; The Hillbilly, Asheville High School, Asheville, N. C.; The Indian Leader, Lawrence, Kans.; The Knox Student, Galesburg, Illinois; The Midget, Clio, S. C.; Maroon News, Menominee, Michigan ; The Mountaineer, Butte, Montana ; The NautVus, Greenville, S. C.; The Optimist, Newark, New Jersey; The Prairie Owl, Amorita, Aalfalfa County, Oklahoma; Pep, Greer, S. C.; The Putnam Prattler, Palatka, Florida; The Red and White Flame, Monongahela, Pa.; The Rambler, Charlotte, N. C.; Red and Black, Tampa, Florida; The School Review, Lafayette, The Scribbler 69 Ga.; The Somerset Idea, Somerset, Ky.; St. Johns Bulletin, Darlington, S. C.; The Sewanee Purple, Sewanee, Tenn.; The Seceder, Erskine College, Due West, S. C.; The Scholargram, Allegan High, Allegan, Mich.; The Spotlight, Denver, Colorado; The Taj, Harrisonburg, Va.; The Tech Review, Technical High School, Providence, R. I.; The Tiger, Hopkinsville, Ky.; The Zephyr, Vicksburg, Michigan. The Concept, from Converse College, Spartanburg, S. C., is certainly up to the standard. Its stories and poems are excellent. The Tech Review, from Technical High School, Providence, R. I., is splendid. It is overflowing with good editorials, good stories, and good news. The Zephyr, from Vicksburg High School, Vicksburg, Michigan, is well written in fine newspaper style. The editorials and news are good. The Echo, from Hume-Fogg High School, Nashville, Tenn., is a live wire. The literary department is worthy of note. The Spotlight, from Denver. Colorado, is an excellent newspaper, which reflects credit on the staff. The Rutherfordian, from Rutherford, N. J., is one of our best exchanges. The departments are well arranged. The jokes are very good, and the cuts are splendid. The Olympus, from Olympia High School, Olympia, Wash., is another paper written in excellent newspaper style, and is indeed very newsy. The Scribbler, F. E. H. S., Spartanburg, S. C.—Your poems and stories are quite distinctive, a very good periodical.—The Taj, Harrisonburg, Virginia. Scribbler. Spartanburg. S. C.—The fiery brilliance of your March cover fairy dazzles us. But upon further investigation we found a very dignified sort of journalism. The paper is well up to standard, and it would only be space wasted should we offer any criticism.—The Tiger, H. H. S., Hopkinsville, Ky. The Scribbler, Spartanburg, S. C.—We find an abundance of good poetry in your paper. Some of it certainly shows talent and is worth reading. More original jokes would be a possible improvement. 70 The Scribbler The Scribbler, from F. E. H. S., Spartanburg, S. C., is another new arrival. It is in magazine form and is published quarterly. The Exchange Editor has a novel way of handling the Exchange Department. The stories in the literary section are excellent. GIRLS’ BASKETBALL TEAM BOYS' BASKETBALL TEAM 72 The Scribbler FOOTBALL In a short review of each of our athletic teams, we may say that the ’22 football team was one of the most formidable aggregations that has represented Spartan High in many years. The Red and Black eleven was light, but played with an aggressiveness that overshadowed this handicap by far. The persistent training and the coaching of our physical director enabled these gridiron warriors to make the following record, which is indeed a creditable one: Spartan High 25 Cowpens High 7 Spartan High 7 Union High v 19 Spartan High 3 Gaffney High 0 Spartan High 37 Hastoc 6 Spartan High 8 Greenville High 18 Spartan High 7 Woodruff High 7 Spartan High 87 Opponents 57 BASKETBALL Coach Tillinghast won greater renown as a basketball coach when he turned out for the second consecutive year an up-State championship team, with a record of fifteen games won and only two lost. The Red and Black has not been beaten by an up-State team for two years, although both years we were forced to bow before the superior play of the Charleston Bantams for the State title. The Scribbler 73 In the title game, in Columbia this year, Captain Liles Creighton shot three of the team’s five field goals and led the team with the same spirit that gave us the chance to play in that contest. The Charlestonians, however, were better in every department of the game and won. Pete Bourne, sub-forward, played spectacular ball during the last ten minutes, when he replaced one of the regulars. The following scores prove the merit of our quintet: Spartan High 22 Charlotte High 14 Spartan High 16 Dean Academy 23 Spartan High 40 Cedar Springs 34 Spartan High 5i Hendersonville High 15 Spartan High 27 Charlotte High 19 Spartan High 28 Roanoke High 10 Spartan High 40 Chester High 2 Spartan High 35 Greenville High 27 Spartan High 34 Clemson (Rats) 12 Spartan High 37 Jonesville High 16 Spartan High 31 Cowpens High 20 Spartan High 25 Greer High 10 Spartan High 28 Hastoc 4 Spartan High 25 Greenville High 20 Spartan High 16' Cowpens High 10 Spartan High 37 Hastoc 10 Spartan High 23 Greer High 19 Spartan High 47 Cedar Springs 15 Spartan High 15 Charleston High 57 Spartan High 577 Opponents 337 BASEBALL A real bunch of ball tossers represent the Red and Black on the diamond this year, and if nothing unforeseen happens they may represent the up-State in the tilt for the “State rag.” Red Habel, veteran outfielder of two seasons, is leading the Spartan nine and came to the front as a twirler this year, when our chances looked gloomy on account of having no seasoned pitchers. “Cap’n Red” has hurled four games and each time the Highs have tri- HIGH SCHOOL FOOTBALL TEAM The Scribbler 75 umphed. Tom Harmon ably assists Habel in the pitching duties, and distinguished himself by an eleven-inning victory over Hastoc. The following is the line-up of the Highs and their percentage with the willow: Trogdon. right field AB. 23 R. 3 H. 5 Berry, shortstop 15 2 5 Henry, second base 26 -7 6 Habel, pitcher 26 6 8 Fleming, left field 21 4 4 Forbis, third base 22 4 5 Lindsay, first base 25 3 7 Dargan, center field 18 2 3 Austelle, catcher 23 7 7 Harmon, pitcher 9 1 3 Armstrong, sub-catcher 0 0 0 McCravy, utility outfielder 6 1 3 Hill, utility infielder 9 0 1 Totals 223 40 57 Team Average .255% SPARTAN HIGH, 12—GAFFNEY HIGH, 5 On the afternoon of April 6, the Red and Black opened her baseball season after less than two weeks of practice, and defeated the heavy sluggers from Gaffney High. Both teams hit the pill hard and errored frequently. Dick Henry and Wilbur Berry shone for the locals. Berry garnered three bingles out of five trips to the plate, while Henry’s’fielding at second base was spectacular. He accepted fifteen chances without a bobble. Score by innings: R. H. E. Gaffney High ........... 030 000 020— 5 14 8 Spartan High ........... 300 000 540—12 11 5 SPARTAN HIGH,-5 HASTOC, 4 (ii INNINGS) After the Hastoc boys had held the lead for eight innings, the old Red and Black came from behind in brilliant fashion, and 76 The Scribbler after tying it in the eighth, won in the eleventh. Harmon pitched well for .Spartanburg, while the honors rested with Drake for Hastoc. Besides pitching a good game, this boy garnered three safeties. Harmon, Austelle and Lindsay each secured a pair of bingles for the winners. Score by innings: R. H. E. Hastoc ................ 300 100 000 00—4 8 10 Spartan High ........... no 000 020 01—5 9 4 SPARTAN HIGH, 9—GAFFNEY, 2 With Fleming, Austelle and Habel swatting the pill hard for the Spartans, they triumphed over Gaffney, 9 to 2. The Red and Black had a big inning in the fourth and sewed up the old ball game. Score by innings: R. H. E. Spartan High ....... 101 700 000—9 9 2 Gaffney High ....... 000 100 010—2 8 4 SPARTAN HIGH. 5—HASTOC, 1 On the afternoon of April the 24th, Coach Tillie’s pill swatters defeated Hastoc for the second time this year. Red Habel pitched invincible ball and had the Hastocers at his mercy throughout the fray. They only secured two hits during'the nine verses, one of these being a long drive by Turnipseed, which scored Hastoc’s lone counter. Score by innings: R. H. E. Spartan High ........... 000 401 000—5 8 4 Hastoc ................. 000 100 ocx)—1 2 6 SPARTAN HIGH, 3—WOODRUFF HIGH, 13 On a wet, rain-soaked field in Woodruff, the Spartans had an off-day and were defeated overwhelmingly. Berry was out of the game with flu ; Harmon was wild at times; everyone pulled “boners” and made errors, and the Red and Black tasted the bitter gall of defeat for the first time. Eddie Forbis, Spartan third-sacker. was the star of the fracas, getting two hits and fielding well. Swink, Wilder and Westmoreland hit hard for Woodruff. The Scribbler 77 Score by innings: R. H. E Spartan High 000 000 300— 3 8 7 Woodruff High 600 114 10 —13 9 4 SPARTAN HIGH, 6—WOODRUFF HIGH, 2 The Spartanburg boys defeated Woodruff here on the afternoon on May 3. Old J. Pluvius had rained us out twice before, but did not succeed in doing so the third time. The local boys had their batting eyes, and two Woodruff pitchers were battered for a total of fourteen safeties, while Habel held the visitors easily in hand. Their only scores were the result of bad throws, not a single run being earned. Score by innings: R. H. E. Woodruff High ......... 000 200 000—2 8 2 Spartan High .......... 212 010 00 —6 14 2 (It is regretted that the rest of the schedule cannot be printed, as they will be played after this edition has gone to press.) SPARTANBURG, 3—LANCASTER. 2 (10 INNINGS) The baseball committee decided that by elimination contests six teams who have creditable records should battle for supremacy in the upper part of the State. We are one of the six ! Accordingly, the Spartans journeyed to the neutral grounds of York and triumphed over Lancaster High, 3 to 2, in a ten-inning battle. Red Habel pitched great ball and scored the winning run in the tenth, when Alec Fleming poled out a double. Score by innings: R. H. E. Spartanburg .......... 000 001 100 1—3 9 3 Lancaster ........... 000 020 000 o—2 7 3 SPARTANBURG, 9—YORK, 3 The Yorkers invited the Spartans to stay over and give an exhibition game the next day with their High School team, which the Red and Black warriors did, and won, 9 to 3. Slugging on the part of our athletes, Austell particularly, with Harmon’s steady pitching, featured. The team was royally treated by everyone in York and came home praising that little town highly. BASKETBALL GAMI The Scribbler 79 BLOCK-S BANQUET The letter men of Spartanburg High and the male members of the faculty of that institution enjoyed quite a meal, speeches and plenty of good jokes on the night of May io, at the Franklin Hotel. Our Principal, Professor Blake, and Doctor Evans each in turn commended our athletics, and the spirit with which the boys have indulged in them. Mr. Jenkins was toastmaster of the occasion, and his sallies of wit and splendid talk were enjoyed especially. Coach Tillinghast paid quite a tribute to the boys when, in his speech, he said that he had rather be with the Spartan athletes than at any other school. Each and every one of those thirty boys hope he’ll always be there! The three men who were elected to lead the 1923-24 teams were: Ned Austell, football; Dick Henry, basketball, and R. B. Trogdon, baseball. There is no fellowship like the fellowship between men who have fought on the gridiron, court or diamond, and the spirit of the meeting was fine! Watch ’em next year! TRACK Spartanburg High was ably represented in the inter-scholastic track meet in Columbia by Fanning Hearon and Liles Creighton. These two were track men last year, and are experienced on the cinder path. Fanning is a fast man Tor short sprints, while Creighton’s physique makes him a valuable man with shot and discus. Although neither went into the finals, they showed up well in the preliminaries. OUR COACH What the boys think of him: “With ladies, he’s a gentleman ; with men, he’s a man ; with coaches, he’s THE coach; with us, he’s a boy.”—Fanning Hearon, Captain of Football. “Tillie’s a coach on the field and a pal on the field.”—Liles Creighton, Captain of Basketball. “Best coach in the world.”—Elmer Habel, Captain of Base- ball. 8o The Scribbler GAMES WON AND LOST THIS YEAR Won Lost Football ......................... 3 2 Basketball ...................... 15 2 Baseball ......................... 5 1 Spartan High 23 Opponents 5 Advertisers Have Made This Magazine Possible I i i i i i 1 THOSE WHO ADVERTISE WITH US Johnson, Norman H. Bagwell, E. C. Bailey Woodruff Bell-Brown Motor Co. Bryson’s Piano Co. Ballenger’s Paint Store Booth, J. T. Brissie, M. B. Bishop’s Blackburn Sales Co. Biber, Reginald E. [ Band White Becker’s Bakery Campbell, Miss C. M. Central National Bank Cowpens Grocery Co. 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SMITH COMPANY DEPARTMENT STORE “Dependable Merchandise at Fair Prices” Where the newest is always seen first , PROMPT MAIL ORDER SERVICE REST ROOM FOR LADIES ..- -1—. ........ -. n.„ “BISHOPS” REX THEATRE BUILDING SODAS—ICE CREAM—CANDIES DRUGS—TOILET ARTICLES DUKE’S FAMOUS SANDWICHES KODAK FINISHING OUR MOTTO SERVICE—QUALITY EAST MAIN STREET ■ Converse College SPARTANBURG, S. C. College of the Liberal Arts and Sciences (B. A. and B. S.) School of Music (B. Mus.) School of Art (Certificate in Art) Accommodations for 290 Boarding Students Graduation from a standard four-year High School and fifteen units required for admission EARLY APPLICATION NECESSARY For catalogue, address ROB’T P. PELL, Litt. D., President Spartanburg, S. C. 4 CECILS Business Colleges These schools are located in two of the best sections of the Carolinas. The surrounding territory affords great, rich and fertile fields of opportunity for young men and women who are anxious and willing to train themselves for the demand of business. Consider your friends and neighbors. Consider the successful—those who live well, dress well, who have comfortable incomes in what field are their efforts rewarded? Where do they get their incomes? Isn’t it from the great field of business either as employers or high-salaried employees? Business is easily the greatest field of opportunities in the world today— both for men and women. Business offers more opportunities and richer opportunities than all other trades ami professions Combined. Not only does business offer big rewards and rich rewards, but business offers quick rewards. Business does not ask your age. Business does not ask your sex. Business asks only one question, and that is, “What can you do? Hundreds of successful students have made their start in these schools, ('all or write, and let us tell you more about how our courses can give you a double assurance of success. CECIL’S BUSINESS COLLEGES Asheville, N. C. Spartanburg. S. C. Corner of Haywood and College Sts. Corner Magnolia and Walnut Sts. WH1TE-PARKS-BELK CO. WE SELL IT FOR LESS Silk Department—We have enduring Silks for less money. Cotton Goods Department—All kinds of wash goods; colors absolutely fast. Shoe Department—Everything in Shoes for the entire family. Hosiery Department—Durable Hose in Silk, Wool and Lisle, for Men, Women and Children. Clothing Department—Men’s and Boy’s Suits, styles up to the minute; also Gents’ Furnishings. Ready-to-Wear Department—We give you quality materials and styles that are direct from Paris. Millinery Department—Hats to suit every face; always something new at prices you can afford to pay. WHITE-PARKS-BELK CO. The Store that Keeps Prices Down in Spartanburg t Fancy Groceries Phones 92 and 93 123 West Main Street 1854 1923 WOFFORD COLLEGE Spartanburg. S. C. A HIGH GRADE COLLEGE OF THE LIBERAL ARTS AND SCIENCES. WELL EQUIPPED LABORATORIES. LIBRARY. AND ATHLETIC FIELD. STRONG FACULTY AND FULL COURSES. WRITE FOR CATALOGUE. HENRY N. SNYDER. President, V I WATCHMAKERS ENGRAVERS FARMER LONG SUCCESSORS TO BIBER’S JEWELRY STORE 103 West Main Street Manufacturer of High Grade Platinum and Diamond Jewelry DIAMONDS MFG. JEWELERS DIAMOND SETTERS Standard Gasoline Quality Oils Triangle Service Station JUST BELOW HIGH SCHOOL Let Dave Water Your Radiator and Air Your Tires MAGNOLIA OIL CO. THE HOME Dr. Frank Crane j| If you want to save the world, don’t take to the pulpit—go Home. €| If you want to reform society, don’t mount the soap-box—go Home. JNo movement will move unless it starts in the Home. No Reform will reform unless it originates there. €J No Law will stand unless it is favored there. IjJNo Religion will prosper that is not usable there. C| No Education is of much account that does not include the Home. •I The real Unit of either Politics or Economics is not the Man, but the Home. MAKE YOUR MONEY HOME AT THE FIRST NATIONAL BANK RESOURCES OVER FOUR MILLION Cents make dollars—Save them. Girls and boys make women and men—Help them. Becker’s Butter-Nut Bread THE PRIDE OF SPARTANBURG NOTHING WE CANNOT MAKE IN THE LINE OF BREAD AND CAKE v i BECKER’S BAKERY 146 North Church Street, Retail, Phone 1683 111 Kennedy Place, Wholesale, Phone 888 SPARTANBURG, S. C. i Send, Your Friend a SCRIBBLER | Support Your | Athletic