St Johns High School - Blue Devil Yearbook (Darlington, SC)

Text from Pages 1 - 82 of the 1918 volume:

Edited by the Senior Class. To Miss May me Colvin, who has given both time and effort to its success, we dedicate this first volume of “Echoes SI PT. J. C. DWItL HIGH SCHOOL FACULTY MR. J. C. DANIEL, Superintendent. MISS SUSIE BRUNSON, Mathematics. MISS MAYME COLVIN, Latin and Science. MISS ISABEL ARROWOOD, French and English. MISS ELIZA MABRY, History and Latin. TRUSTEES Mr. C. B. Edwards, Chairman. Mr. W. H. Haynsworth Mr. R. Macfarlan Mr. Geo. E. Dargan Mr. W. B. Brunson Mr. J. R. Coggeshall Mr. S. A. Woods Rev. D. M. Fulton Mr. B. Williamson ST. JOHN'S HIGH SCHOOL ECHOES STAFF Margaret Mclnnes.....................Editor-in-Chief E. Ervin Brown....................Business Manager Francis F. Byrd.............Asst. Business Manager Julia G. Macfarlan..........Asst. Business Manager Margaret W. James.. . ...............Class Historian H. Raymond Weeks.........................Class Poet Emmie Kirven...................................Class Tatler William M. Havnsworth.......................Athletic Editor Myrtle E. Johnson...........................Athletic Editor SENIOR CLASS President.........................Oliver H. Kollock Vice-President....................H. Raymond Weeks Secretary and Treasurer...........Margaret W. James Colors: Green and Gold Flower: Sweet Pea Motto: Labor omnia vincit. GRADUATES Blackmon, Robert Lee Brown, Evander Ervin Byrd, Francis Fountain Coggeshall, William Dargan, Jr. Durant, Eline Louise Dutton, Cary Ethel Edward, Mclver Williamson Gandy, William Charles Haynsworth, William McCall James, Margaret Williamson Williamson, Johnson, Myrtle Eva Kirven, Emmie Kollock, Oliver Hawes Lawhon, John Curtis Macfarlan, Julia Gamble Mclnnes. Margaret Smoot, Georgia Virginia Sutton, Mary Anna Weeks, Howard Raymond West, Julia Arthur Dewie Irregular Students: DeLorme, Cecil Crosland Edwards. Lou Elma ROBERT LEE BLACKMON Darlington, S. C. “Exceedingly well read. President Hayne Literary So- ciety; Critic Coker Literary So- ciety; President of Class of T7. EVANDER ERVIN BROWN Darlington, S. C “He stands four-square to every wind that blows. Captain Baseball team: Base- ball Team T5, T6, '17. '18; Manager Football Team; Foot- ball Team '14, ’15, '16. '17: Vice-President Hayne Literar- ary Society; President Hayne Literary Society; Secretary Co- ker Literary Society; Vice-Pres- ident Junior Class. WILLIAM DARGAN COGGESHALL, JR. Darlington, S. C. “Worry and I have never met.” Treasurer of Hayne Literary Society; Member of Coker Lit- erary Society. FRANCIS FOUNTAIN BYRD Darlington, S. C. “The combined qualities of a man and a great athlete.” Captain Baseball Team; Base- ball Team ‘15, '16. '17, '18; Manager Football Team; Foot- ball Team '14, T5, T6. T7; Assistant Business Manager Echoes; Athletic Editor Bul- letin; Treasurer Hayne Liter- ary Society; Secretary Hayne Literary Society; Vice-Presi- dent Coker Literary Society; Critic Coker Literary Society. KLINE LOUISE DURANT Mont Clare, S. C. “If hen hearts are true, few words will do.” Member Class of T8 one year; Member St. John's Literary So- ciety. CARY ETHEL DlTTON Darlington, S. C. “Thy modesty is exceeded only by thy merit.” Secretary and Treasurer of Lanier Literary Society; Critic of St. John’s Literary Society. WILLIAM CHARLES GANDY, JR. Dovesville, S. C. “Bashfulness is the charm of vivacious youth.” Member Class '18 one year; Member Coker Literary Society. McIVER WILLIAMSON EDWARDS Darlington, S. C. “Those about him from him shall read the perfect ways of honor.” Member of Football Team '15, '16, '17; Manager of Baseball Team; Baseball Team '17. '18; Commencement Debater; Inter- High School Debater; Treasurer of Hayne Literary Society; Sec- retary of Hayne Literary Soci- ety; President of Coker Literary Society. WILLIAM McCALL HAYNSWORTH Darlington, S. C. “A man of cheerful yesterdays and confident tomorrows.” Treasurer Hayne Literary So- ciety; Censor Coker Literary Society, two terms; Local Ed- itor Bulletin; Athletic Editor Echoes; Football Sub ‘17. MARGARET WILLIAMSON JAMES Darlington, S. C. “An intellect of highest worth, A heart of purest gold ” President Lanier Literary So- ciety: Secretary St. John’s Lit- erary Society; President St. John’s Literary Society; Secre- tary and Treasurer of Class; Historian of Class. EMMIE KIKYEN Darlington, S. C. 'Ease of language is here, Hacked by a ready wit and a kind heart.'’ MYRTLE EVA JOHNSON Darlington, S. C. If ho deserves well needs not another's praise.” President St. John’s Literary- Society; Captain Basketball Team; Manager Basketball Team. Member Class T8 one year; Member Lanier Literary Soci- ety; Member St. John’s Literary Society; Class Taller. President Hayne Literary So- ciety; Vice-President Hayne Lit- erary Society; Secretary and Treasurer Coker Literary Soci- ety; President Coker Literary Society, two terms; Captain Football Team two terms; Foot- ball Team ’14, T5, T6. T7; Baseball Team T5, ‘16, T7. '18; President Class '18; Business Manager Bulletin; Inter-High School Debater. OLIVER HAWES KOLLOCK Darlington, S. C. “A gift oj true worth he pos- sesses the true word and the honor oj a thoroughbred gentle- man. JOHN CURTIS LAWHON Darlington, S. C. The world rests lightly on his shoulders.” I Member of Hayne Literary Society; Censor Coker Literary Society. MARGARET McINNES Darlington, S. C. “A rosebud set 'round with little wilful thorns.” Vice-President Lanier Liter- ary Society; President Lanier Literary Society; President St. John’s Literary Society; Secre- tary St. John’s Literary Society; Member Basketball Team; Ed- itor-in-chief Echoes. JULIA GAMBLE MACFARLAN Darlington, S. C. “A fertile mind and active heart, She always acted well her part.” President Lanier Literary Socitey; Manager Basketball Team; Member St. John’s Lit- erary Society; Assistant Ath- letic Editor Bulletin; Assistant Business Manager Echoes. GEORGIA VIRGINIA SMOOT Darlington, S. C. “A sweet, attractive kind of grace.” Member Lanier Literary Soci- ety; Member St. John’s Liter- ary Society. MARY ANNA SI TTON Darlington, S. C. “Sing away sorrow, cast away � care. Member Lanier Literary So- ciety; Critic St. John's Literary Society. -V HOWARD RAYMOND WEEKS Darlington, S. C. “A trained ear, a careful tongue, a willing hand—three requisites of success.” Manager Baseball Team; Football Team T6, ’17; Vice- President Senior Class; Com- mencement Debater; Inter-High School Debater; Vice-President Coker Literary Society; Censor Coker Literary Society; Secre- tary Coker Literary Society; Ed- itor-in-chief Bulletin; Class Poet. IF hat is so fair as a radiant maiden.” JULIA ARTHUR WEST Darlington, S. C. President Lanier Literary So- ciety; Captain Basketball Team; Member St. John’s Literary So- ciety; President War Savings Society. DEWIE WILLIAMSON Darlington, S. C. She that was fair and never proud. Had tongue at will, and yet was never loud. Vice-President Lanier Liter- ary Society; Critic Lanier Lit- erary Society; Vice-President St. John's Literary Society; Ex- change Editor Bulletin. «1 This space is dedicated ‘Our Soldier Boys’ Thomas Buchanan Robert E. James John McDonald Carl Mozingo Glenn Whittington “Their country called - they heard the sound.” Irregular Student I.OU ELMA EDWARDS Darlington, S. C. “She will succeed on merit all her own.” Member Lanier Literary So- ciety; Member St. John’s Liter- ary Society. Irregular Student CECIL CLOSLAND DeLORME Dovesville, S. C. “If he be not in love with some woman, There is no believing in old signs.” Member Class '18 one year; Member Coker Literary Society; Football Team T7; Baseball Team T8. SENIOR LIGHTS AND SHADOWS Freshman year passed long ago, And now we’ve learned to love it For we know that daylight is sublime By just the absence of it; And though it's hardships seemed all wrong And life seemed void and hollow. There was never a Freshman year so long That a Sophomore did not jolloiv. Sophomore year gave us hope at last. And banished melancholy, We learned it was best, whate’er befell To still be gay and jolly. And although we suffered griej untold We really didn’t mind it. For a Sophomore year can’t be so long. With a Junior year behind it. Junior year made us feel quite wise And filled us with ambition, For it meant to us another rise And we caught a broader vision. So bravely we strove to bear our load Oj mortal doubt and yearning. As hopefully we trod the road That led to greater learning. Senior joys cannot last all while. Old time is sure to chase them, So let the tears oj parting cease And with a smile replace them. 'Tis a sad farewell for girl and boy. But hearts now plunged in sorrow W ill be tter appreciate the joy, That comes with each to-morrow. So now good-bye to teachers all. To comrades true and loyal, W e face another life, whose call Invites to service royal, Well ne’er forget the friends we’ve met, The joys these years have brought us; We’ll strive our best and ne’er forget The lessons they have taught us. —H. Raymond Weeks, '18. CLASS HISTORY To bo chosen historian of such a class as that of 1918 is a task that Thucydides might envy ; to record the history of a nation, to recount the inarch of human events for a people, this is no sinecure, but ponder if you will, what is my task—to do justice to the wonderful history of the class of 1918—it requires the intellect of a Gibbon or a Green. Hut however I may come short of my goal, it shall be my earnest endeavor to set forth the merits of the grad- uating class and my reward shall be that going down the ages will be the names destined to become household words, of Livy. Guizot, Hume, Herodotus, and the name of this humble historian. Let me begin at the beginning of our illustrious career, as our childish feet begun the toilsome ascent of the path of knowledge. No doubt every member of the class of 1918 remembers his first day and year at school. Some of us were accompanied by our mothers, while some, always remarkable for bravery, came alone. We can distinctly remember our teacher. Miss Caroline Melver. All the children loved her, and I am sure she loved us. Our second grade teacher was .Miss Richardson. We were very proud when we had reached this second year. We could at least say that our journey was well begun. That year passed very fast without any mistfortunes or accidents. We began to be recognized as one of the most remarkable grades that had ever entered the Darlington school. No doubt our marks were always 100 and behavior perfect. Good marks have always been received by 1018, and do not cause surprise, so I don't remember a little thing like that. Sep- tember found us in the third grade, with Miss Counts as our teacher. This was a great year for us. for it was really the beginning of our present class. So many, seeing what a brilliant grade was ours, came from other grades and other schools and joined us. Our teacher was really amazed at our knowledge. We even looked brilliant. Much to her distress. Miss Counts was obliged to give us up at the end of the year and Miss Peacock was so fortunate as to have the distinction of teaching us next. Fourth year goal was passed brilliantly and not a one was left behind in the race. Behold us now launched on fifth year work ! Miss Peacock, after serious deliberation, decided that it would be quite too painful to sever connection with so incomparable a grade; so she advanced with us and was our fifth grade teacher. Proud and happy, we entered sixth grade tin1 next year. Over half of our journey was accomplished. We had become the talk of the school. Miss Dar- gan, our teacher this year, kept us in oft'times at 2 o’clock to wonder at our opinion on points of interest connected with geography, history, etc. Miss Counts, regretting our hiss in third grade, joined us again in seventh grade. Sin had to do without us for three years, but she found teaching another grade than ours unendurable, so she became our seventh grade teacher. That year excited us very much, for we knew that we would soon become members of the High School. And now September again and 1918 has only four more mile stones to pass. First year High School! What bliss! We had four teachers that year, namely. Miss Agnew, Miss Coleman, Miss Colvin, and Miss Brunson. We had never had four teachers before, so naturally it was exciting. First High School work is usually difficult, but not to 1918. We studied very little and you should have seen our marks! Mr. Daniel used to come over often just to be in the room and gather inspiration from our outbursts of eloquence and wonderful recitations. But on the other hand we could he as bad as we were good. Of course if we wished to be naughty, we did that well too. No half way measures for us. We were like the little girl, who when she was good was very, very good, but when she was had. she was horrid. One day we decided to be bad and we went the limit. At 2 o’clock several of us streamed down to the office. Our names were written in a book and they are there to this day with the deeds beside them. The next September our grade was collected again. This time a new teacher was added to the list of teachers and a man, Mr. Farris, greatly sur- prised us. Every now and then he seemed to differ from the universal opinion held about our grade. He sometimes faintly intimated that he didn t consider us remarkably brilliant. We were stunned but we recovered, and with Hying colors entered Third High School. What joy! Several pupils, realizing what it would be to graduate with us. dropped hack a vear and joined our happy band. Our new teachers this year were Miss Ward, Miss Arrowood and Mr. Tarter. It seems to us many years since we were in Third High School, hut we shall never forget our past history. When we reached that grade we knew that we would soon start out in life in different directions. We realized this and so we decided to have a good time. Many times we gathered our happy band in the park and there we feasted in jovous revelry. In May we gave the graduating class a picnic, That was the last of our festivities that year, for examinations loomed just ahead. At last ! We have reached that grade which has long been our coveted goal. On September the twelfth our band of the faithful met once more on the grounds of old St. John’s. Five pupils entered our ranks that year. Two deserted college to graduate with such an illustrious class; two came from a far away city ; one, seeing what a distinction it would be to graduate with 1111S, left her own grade to become a member ofour class, consisting now of twenty-three members. W hen it becomes a question of patriotism, 1!US makes as noble a record as in everything else. 1’ ive boys who at one time belonged to our class have joined the colors at the call of our country. The past year has been a remarkable one even in the record of 11)18. No other class has ever before got out a school paper, no other class has ever made all ones on deportment, no other class has ever got out an Annual. What holds the future, that mysterious unknown towards which our feet are eagerly pressing? What holds the future for the members of our class. It does not take a prophet to foresee that such success as comes to the world’s favored few will crown the efforts of members of 11)18. Some have already achieved fame. We have among our ranks one Raymond Weeks, whom we con- fidently expect to become a second Kdison. Mae Sutton will some day, we feel sure, achieve world-wide fame as a pianist. If Shakespeare were living I am sure he would envy our famous poet, Emmie Kirven. She ranks today as one of the most famous rhvmsters. The world has never known a greater states- man than Oliver Kollock. Wre feel absolutely certain that he will some day become president of the Ignited States. Somestimes we feel sure that Talhoun is among us when Melver Edwards begins his debates. Rut space forbids the mention of others destined also to become enrolled in Fame’s list of the great. Such, feebly drawn and weakly expressed, is the history of our class. But with these few facts before you, you can grasp some- thing of the brilliance, power and intellect of this wonderful grade. —Margaret James, 918 WHYS AND WHEREFORES Fail many a class from St. John's has gone forth, And proved to the world it’s wisdom and worth— But this year there goes forth a class of such fame, A class that has made for itself such a name— That it’s greatness and wisdom the world will amaze. And the hallways oj time resound with its praise— Now if you will hearken. I’ll hasten to state, Why we’re so famous and wherefore so great— Tho it caused them all greatly to grieve. The class of 1017 to this one did leave From her supply so skimpy and meager A boy who for mischief and Math seems eager. We were glad to admit him if he did come in late. For he is quite an addition when it comes to debate. He can argue the full length of a McAdoo day And when the sun sets still have something to say. Crowned by a glorious ruddy halo. She is the queen of the city oj Palmetto As befiits a queen I’m glad to relate, She is generally dignified, wise, and sedate. But sometimes her majesty to fun doth descend And giggles and goggles world without end. I’m sure you know if 1 didn’t call names That the young lady in question is Margaret James. Another Margaret we have in our gradei Who all other horse women throws in the shade. At every horse show she drives or she rides. Blue ribbons and cheers she wins from all sides. She presides at the meeting oj the Aannual Staff, And jrowns when the other grow flippant and laugh. For tho Margaret’s a quiet and sweet little child Compared to her temper, red pepper is mild. Then there is the late Mr. Curtis Lawhon Whose curly locks are too often unshorn. Perhaps it is harsh to find fault with their length Like Samson’s, perhaps, they may cause his great strength. Ij he’d only be punctual and work every day; He could have a record of worth to display. Now perhaps I may be both cross-eyed and crazy. But ’tis my belief that Curtis is lazy. Miss Sutton’s speed is like that of a snail. E’en tho she be fleeing from rain or from hail; But ’tis only by the kindness of the same Miss Mae, That we have some one each morning in chapel to play. In Math she did voluntarily enlist. She has been brave indeed to persist. She found this subject most painfully hard. But still she hung on and now reaps her reward. I guess you've heard this fact related before Even tho it isn’t very interesting lore. That W illiam Gandy is so very shy. That he won’t look at a girl without dropping his eye. But the girls look at him ivith unconcealed joy,- And all of them pronounce him a good-looking boy. If he would throw them a smile instead of a frown He’d soon be the most popular boy in our town. The hand of my compass now points to the West And move it can’t tho my strength’s of the best. But then after all it isn’t so queer. For it points to a girl who tho winsome and dear When she take a position no power can bend Tho the heavens may fall and the world come to end. But this is a trait that in basket ball pays. Where she has won her full meed of praise. To me and to others it certainly seems That Mr. Coggeshall is a dreamer of dreams; For he sits and out of the tvindow he gazes, While his eye on the beauties of nature he grazes. Now his work in geometry was certainly tough And his ride on the rear oj Math was quite rough. But now he is through with all such vexation And can thoroughly enjoy his coming vacation. You’d better watch out or Georgie’ll get mad. To have such a temper is really quite sad. But still she never stays mad very long. Like a good little girl, she knows it is wrong. She’s gentle of manner and faithful in work. And has never been known her lessons to shirk. Such a good little girl at work or at leasure. To have among us is really a pleasure. Next to Georgie should come Miss Fline For one without other seldom is seen, Only last year she heard of our fame And to join our circle from Coker then came. She rides a long way thru mud and thru mire. And sometimes is late because of a tire. But come she in early or come she in late We’re glad that with ours she’s now linked her fate. Miss Macfarlan is really so jond of jest You can’t tell which of her beaux she likes best. She’s the youngest one of all our girls And seems appropriately fond oj curls. In all her studies she is very smart. Skipping III high in IV she did start. Now every day she knows her Latin And gets thru her French as smooth as satin. You really cun'I deny it, Keever's good on debate. But there’s another thing as sure as fate. He’ll kick at everything he sees From a foot-ball up to a hive of bees. For honors he doesn’t seem to care. For them he has no time to spare. But every time he’ll answer the call If what you want is a good game of ball. Sometimes when perchance the teacher was out And the boys would hurl chalk and erasers about, Till the wall and the desks all looked quite a sigh, One girl plus one duster soon made things look right. She is never kept in, but studies so well She goes home to dine at the stroke of the bell. Miss Dutton’s he name- so gentle and sweet To have among us is really a treat. Throwing erasers was his chief profession Until he was called upon to make his confession, Then Mr. Haynesworth walked posts for some weeks, But soon 'twas forgotten and more mischief he seeks. Tho his sentence each time you may double He straightway falls into more trouble. Despite all this we’ve never heard a rumor That Mr. Haynesworth wasn’t in a good humor. Miss Myrtle Johnson on all studies make one. At basketball too her bit she has done. As pretty a maid as any in town, With cheeks that are rosy and eyes that are brown. But there’s one jault I really must name Which has sometimes called down on Myrtle much blame— ’Tis obstinacy—my, when she once sets her head She’s us dumb as an oyster, as deaf as the dead. Of Francis F. Byrd, perhaps you have heard, Who towers above all the others, On the athletic field much force he does yield But his love oj yearning he smothers, If he’d only display for his work every day One half the love given pleasure He’d win stars on reports as well as in sports And lay up for himself golden treasure. We have an Adonis—Mr. Evander E. Brown, lj you don’t believe me just ask the whole town— As our librarian he has served long and well And lingers on after the two o’clock bell— Now Ervin indeed is a fortunate lad And should never be gloomy or downcast or sad, For his brother departing kindly made him his heir To the smile of a maiden bewitchingly fair. Miss Williamson is really very anxious for learning And I am sure her right to it she is earning For she rides six miles each morning to school The weather no matter hotv warm or how cool. Her cheeks are so pink they need no adorning And her eyes are as bright as a Dewie spring morning. She'd like to bring all the young men to tlieir knees And a hard man is he whom Dewie can't please. H. Raymond Weeks, who grows roses in his cheeks. Is gifted in music and in rhyme. On the pages of our journal his name will shine eternal And go echoing down the corridors of time. Last summer he did care for a little maiden fair And daily did he linger at her shrine. His Young affffections now to another he doth vow But will find it hard to win her, I opine. One of our band is a general pet And seems to have caught the whole town in his net. He is fond of the girls and their favor doth seek But he never loves one for more than a iveek. In class and in jorum he has made a great name, On the gridiron and diamond he has also icon fame. It might make him conceited to know what I say So I'll stop—But remember he is always O. K. There's one of our number—my very best friend— Whom I hate to describe so have kept to the end. She's not very slim and not very tall. You'd call her hair red if you'd call it at all. Tho she tries to be good she thinks it no sin To pop paper bags as the line marches in And then tell the teacher the thing wasn’t planned But the bag just exploded while still in her hand. I have built for me a monument enduring more than stone And loftier than the Pyramids in song and story known, For I've sung of lads and lassies whose honor and renoivn In the pages of the future will be brightly written down. Although I’m only human as the instrument of jate I’ve told the Wliys and Wherefores of this class so wise and great. —Emmie Kirven, '18. SENIOR VOTE After the smoke and cinders of a hot campaign, the clouds of election have rolled away and exposed to the world the result of the Senior Vote. To begin with, the most popular members of the most popular class are, of course, Oliver Kollock and Julia Macfarlan. Not con- tent with this great honor, however, Oliver insists on being considered the most courteous member of our family, and again the class unites in placing the well-deserved wreath of laurels on his head as our best athlete. But Francis Byrd was not to he left out here, and was chosen second best. From unmistakable evidence, it seems that Julia Macfarlan and Raymond Weeks defeat seven other candidates for being the most con- ceited. We have in our class three studious members. Their names? Our hardest students are Julia Macfarlan, Oliver Kollock. Margaret James, and Ethel Dutton. Julia led, Oliver put up a strong fight, and Margaret and Ethel came in on third. Raymond Weeks’ superior expression gives him the place of the most intellectual. All- round men are numerous, hut Oliver Kollock, against all competitors, secured the honor among the hoys, and we place at his side Julia Mac- farlan as our best all-round girl. It seems incomprehensible, but laziness prevails in our class, and alas! alas! and alack! it is Curtis Lawhon’s fate to bear away this honor (?). And it is rumored that there was no one else really in the running against him. The cutest in the class? Why William Haynsworth, of course. What are brown eyes and a beaming smile for? Mclver Edwards, however, entered this contest in a conservative, dignified way and he and William Coggeshall captured three votes apiece. But stop! Beauty has not passed us by, nor has Venus failed to smile upon our class. In our midst is Julia Macfarlan, the prettiest girl, and go where you may, you will scarcely find handsomer hoys than Mclver Edwards and Ervin Brown. These two young gentlemen tie for this honor and we leave it to you, gentle reader, to decide. Wit has always been our long-suit and we shall take this space to mention our witty ones, Emmie Kirven and Margaret Mclnnes. Flirts, did you say? Why did you mention it? Well, yes, we have them, these dealers in hearts, these allies of Cupid, but we hesitate to mention them. W-e-l-1 if you insist, here they are in the order in which they come. Ervin Brown and Dewie Williamson hold first honors, while Crosland DeLorme and Margaret Mclnnes fight for a close second. With one accord we agree on May Sutton’s taking precedence in the world of music, but may Raymond Weeks, as second best, play her accompartiments. Julia Macfarlan requests honorable mention in this noble art also. For hard-headed obstinacy, Mclver Edwards takes the lead, closelv followed by Myrtle Johnson and Julia West. Even '18 has members who, like hornets, carry stings, and it becomes our painful duty to state here that both Emmie Kirven and Francis Byrd reach this “bad eminence” as the most troublesome members. “Ladies first,” but Francis refuses to be left behind in the race, so he shares equal honor with Emmie. Fie! Fie! Well! Well! Look who’s here! After successful attempts for a position, Raymond Weeks got just what he deserved, voted the biggest bluffer. There is no question as to the most talkative person. That was settled years ago in the grammar grades, and Emmie's tongue still flies. Bill Gandy stands in best with the ladies, even though he is often handicapped by his bashfulness. A little closer, please, gentle reader. Will you hold this next item in strictest confidence? Tell it not in Gath, publish it not in Gilgal, but—Margaret Mclnnes has a temper. Nay more! She has the hottest temper in the class. Would you think it to see her cherubic face? Demosthenes would never have gone to the trouble of standing on the seashore with pebbles in his mouth muttering his world famous “What are the wild waves saying?” could he have heard the spouting, bubbling, gushing oratory of Mclver Edwards. Methinks 1 hear him uttering sadly “Cui bono (Translated from Horace, “Pshaw! What s the use.”) And Mclver “is not by hisself, in dat, in dat”—behold Oliver’s sturdy figure and his musical (?) voice clamoring for second place. Thus endeth the scroll. THE PLOT A few years ago our country was passing through one of the most exciting periods of its history. One of the lesser world powers was planning a wanton violation of the rights of a small republic of Central America. The world was aghast. The people of our country had been slow to realize the situation, but through the effort of a few farseeing men they had been waked up, and the excitement was intense. Chief among these men was General Nelson, a veteran of two wars and one of the most popular men in the country. Not only was he the leader, but he was also the best informed man in the country on the situation. The President discussed his plans with him and relied implicitly on his judgment. The climax of excitement had been reached because through the efforts of General Nelson, our ultimatum was to be issued. Everywhere great crowds awaited the news. One of these crowds had assembled before a newspaper bulletin board in one of our large cities. The excited people cheered wildly at each new report. Near the edge of this crowd a young man leaned against a lamp post. He looked to be about twenty-five and his physique gave you the impression that he must have played on all the teams that his college had produced. He was in the crowd, but not of it. His sullen expression indicated that this was “blue Monday” for him. In fact this was true, for on this same morning, only two hours before, he had been discharged from the offices of this very General Nelson, whom the crov.d was cheering. James Rowland, for that is the young man’s name, was active and athletic, loved out door sports and despised indoor work. A serious error had been found in his records. He had escaped with dismissal and a reprimand, but that was enough to make him want to show those scornful clerks that James Rowland was not the dunce they thought him. Perhaps he did not realize the sneer with which he regarded the actions of the crowd, but a tall, shrewd-looking, keen-eyed man. a few yards away, noticed it and it seemed to please him. After watching a few moments, he walked over and touched Rowland on the arm. “You don’t seem to relish those cheers, young man,” he said. “No, I don’t. Nor the man they’re for,” snapped Rowland. “If that’s your frame of mind, I would like to talk to you,” replied the stranger. He led James to a secluded table in a nearby restaurant. “If you dislike General Nelson enough to want to do him some harm, you and I can make a bargain, “began the man. Would you be willing to take a little risk in order to get even? Of course, there will be good pay also to com- pensate for the risk.” At these words Rowland’s faculties woke up. What was this man driving at? He. himself, had no real grudge against General Nelson, for after all. the dismissal had been his own fault. His reckless words had merely slipped out in a burst of irritation. His first impulse was to leave ibis confidential stranger. One second thought, however, he decided to remain and learn more about the man’s scheme, so he replied: “I might do what you ask. but I make no promises.” “You need not make any,” said the stranger, laughing grimly. “Only if you start, you must go on, for I expect to get my money’s worth.” What must I do?” asked Rowland. “Here it is in a nut shell. There is to be a small reception given tonight by General Nelson, in honor of some foreign diplomats. ou will be there and at eleven o'clock you must shoot General Nelson and then escape in the con- fusion. For the risk 1 am prepared to offer you ten thousand dollars, and a commission in the army of a country 1 need not name. Rowland was dumbfounded. He had not even dreamed of anything as serious as this. He sat in a daze as his companion talked on. “You see,” said he, “my country does not wish your country to interfere at this time, and if General Nelson is put out of the way, perhaps we can make a compromise. Resides there are valuable papers in the possession of General Nelson, which after tonight will be returned to bis government. We must act immediately. If you will not help us, we must find some one else and in the meantime we will have to keep you safe. 1 want one of your countrymen, because then it will look like a private matter and will not excite your country. What do you say?” The thoughts which were surging through Rowland's mind would have filled a book. Should he accept this offer and commit this terrible crime? He He put this idea aside with a shudder. But if he refused, some of this spy’s followers might act as a substitute for him. No, he must make some plan. Here was a chance to redeem himself. Having come to this conclusion, he leaned across the table and spoke to his companion. “Yes, 1 will do it,” he said. “Very well,” replied the spy. “You are free to do as you please until five o’clock. Then you must come here for your final instructions. 1 shall not tell you my name or let you know who will help us, for even if you are loyal to us, it pays to be careful.” He then shook hands with Rowland and went put, leaving him in a des- perate frame of mind. If he did not know who the plotters were, how could he do anything? If he had the spy arrested his accomplices would very likely carry out his work for him. At this moment he heard his name called and, looking up, he saw Jack Burroughs, his closest friend, who was employed in the secret service. Rowland greeted Burroughs in a preoccupied manner and offered him a seat. Burroughs noticed his strange mood and soon had the story of his dismissal. Rowland was undecided whether or not to tell his friend of the conspiracy, but suddenly he had an idea and saw his way out of the difficulty. He drew his chair closer to that of Burroughs and for some time they talked in low tones. Then Burroughs went out and in a little while James followed. The remainder of the day passed quickly to Rowland. Soon it was time to dress for the reception. At the appointed time he had received his final orders. He was to go to the reception, on an invitation given him by the spy. At eleven o’clock the lights would flicker as a warning to him. He would then get close to General Nelson and when the lights winked again he would shoot the General with a pistol provided with a silencer. At the moment of the shooting, the spies in the room would dash for the secret compartments con- taining the papers which they wanted, and after getting these, in the confusion, they would escape to a fast boat in the harbor. They would then be safe from all pursuit. With a shudder he remembered the spy’s last words to him: “I must warn you,” he said, “that if 1 see any signs of weakening or disloyalty on your part, my men will shoot both you and General Nelson.” There was not a flaw in the plan except the fact, unknown to the spies, that Rowland and Burroughs had arranged to have secret service men stationed all through the rooms. The secret service men said that Rowland would have to shoot General Nelson in order to make the spies reveal themselves, hut he had only smiled and refused to tell his plan to anyone except Burroughs. At the appointed hour, the guests began to arrive for the reception. General Nelson, himself, was even more cordial than usual as he moved around the rooms. Everything was in contrast to the terrible catastrophe which was approaching. When Rowland arrived at ten o'clock, the first person he saw was the spy. talking pleasantly with one of the guests. The spy, however, did not notice him, so he took a seat in a corner to wait for the signal. To Rowland it seemed only a minute since he had come when the lights flickered. As he drew near to General Nelson he looked around for his friends, but to bis dis- may not a detective was in sight. What should he do? Had Burroughs failed him? As he glanced wildly around he encountered the threatening gaze of the spy, who was watching him closely. As the spy looked at him he significantly tapped his pocket and Rowland suddenly realized that he must carry out his part or this murderous plotter would carry it out for him. Just at this moment the lights winked again. Rowland reached into his pocket and drew a little blue automatic, aiming immediately at General Nelson. As he did so, for a second, a hush of horror, of paralyzed stirpise, fell upon the crowd. Out of the corner of his eye he saw men. who he now knew were spies, standing alertly, waiting for General Nelson's fall as their signal. The other guests stood petrified waiting for the shot. Suddenly a woman’s scream rang out at the same instand Rowland pressed the trigger and General Nelson staggered back into a chair as the blinding rays of a pistol flashlight blazed in his face. The spies, seeing General Nelson fall, sprang to their work. Row- land. dropping his now useless flashlight and drawing a real automatic, dashed at the spy who had talked with him, determined not to let him, at least, get away. As he did so, from behind curtains, through windows, and out of closets sprang the secret service men. In less time than it takes to tell it, every one of the band of conspirators was a prisoner. Burroughs had not failed, he had succeeded splendidly. The reception was over. Rowland's triumph was complete. He had been congratulated and praised by one and all, but his talk with General Nelson is the one which he will remember longest. After the guests had left, the General called him aside and said: “My boy, I believe your last position did not do you justice. We need men of your type in the secret service. Would you accept a position under your friend Burroughs?” It is needless to tell what Rowland’s answer was, but ibis explains why he eontinues to believe that the happiest period of his life began on the day when a certain, long forgotten spy, conspired against the life of General Nelson. —Oliver H. Kollock, '18 In grateful acknowledgement of their untiring efforts on our behalf we dedicate this page to our teachers, and of this group we mention with love and appreciation the name of one, MISS SUSIE BRUNSON, who has guided our school both as principal and teacher and who has been an inspiration of many classes to that which is best and highest in life. JUNIOR CLASS President......................... Frank Williamson Vice-President..........................Wylie Condor Secretary and Treasurer................Milton Block Block. Milton Coker, Ellen Condor, Wylie Edwards, Anna Edwards, Ella Edwards, Preston Ellerbe, Mary Fields, Haynie Hoffmeyer, James Howard. Jolly Johnson, Coit Kern, Robert Langston, John T. Milling, Annie L. Milling, Chapman Mozingo, Helen Muldrow, Harry Muldrow, Lina Norment, Pelham Rotholz, Louise Vaughan, Eugene Vaughan, Irene Wells, Edwards Wicker, Helen Williamson, Frank Wilson, James McCall, Mildred Jl NIOR CLVSS SOPHOMORE CLASS President.......................Ted Coggeshall Vice-President...............Josephine Edwards Secretary and Treasurer............Emma Fulton Benjamin, Frances Blackman, Charles M. Boatwright, William H. Buchanan, Ammie L. Cauthen, Andrew D. Coggeshall, Ted Dickson, Fannie Sue Doyle, Marie Drake, Karl S. DuBose, Louise DuBose, Mary Gibson DuRant, Selina Elizabeth Dutton, Mable F rances Edwards, Josephine Thompson Edwards, Robert L. Ellerbe. Willie Evans, Kendall Witherspoon Fulton, Emma Harrell, Mary Louise Hill, Juanita Hoole. William S. Long, Lois Norment, Edward Harold Norment, William C. Outlaw, Bettie Louise Parker, Hannah Sanders Patton, George Tazewell Reeder, Annie Rae Reeder. Lillian Shackleford, Nettie Skinner, Helen Odetta Suggs. Hattie Louise Ward, Catherine Ward, Maud Elma Winters, Frank L. Young, Frank I). Harmon, Lena Eleanor SOPHOMORE CLASS FRESHMAN CLASS President Vice-President Secretary and Treasurer Acree, Julia Rogers, Walter Clanton, Lucile Romedy, Margaret Crosby, Juliette Sansbury, Selma Dickson, Ethel Schwartz, Harry Douglas, Elsie Shackleford, Lucille Drake. Frank Skinner, Haskell Edwards, James Siskron, Mary Flowers, Hoyt Spears, James Fulton, Annie May Stanley, J. T. Goodson, Marie Stanley, Pauline Harrington, Dwight Staton, Edna McKeithan, Sadie Treadway, Patrick Michie, Donald Twitty, Katherine Mozingo, Theron Weeks, Musella Muldrow. Helen Woods, Theodora Rogers, Margaret Young, Laurie FRESUM CLASS GRAMMAR SCHOOL FACULTY MR. J. C. DANIEL, .Superintendent. MISS KATE MARTIN, First Grade. MISS MARY ERVIN, Advanced First. MISS LEILA WEST, Second Grade. MISS EMMA WOODRUFF, Third A MISS FLORA ERVIN, Third B. MISS ADELE MILLING, Fourth A. MISS MARY CRAIG, Fourth B. MISS MATTIE RUTH MARTIN, Fifth A. MISS FLORRIE LANGSTON, Fifth B. MISS MARGARET DARGAN Sixth A MISS MAMIE DUNOVANT, Sixth B. MISS ETHEL DAVIDSON, Seventh. GRAMMAR SCHOOL GRAMMAR SCHOOL I lie I rimary and Grammar Grades have so many activities and interests, and such a variety of ways of expressing them, that it is difficult to decide which should he recorded. However, we are glad “The Annual” has given us the opportunity of relating a few of the important phases of school life in the grades. In looking back over the busy months that have passed, we are inclined to feel a little proud of ourselves, not boastfully so, but happily, in the confidence that many of us have done our best, and that it was good. Perhaps the most important work of the grades centers in their literary societies. We are wondering if all grades have them—we hope so. Ours have come to have a vital place in our school life. They are of a three-fold value. In the first place they train us not only in the preparation of a program, but for like duties we will meet in our High School life, and even more distant futures. In the second place they lend themselves readily as an educational source. Children who prepare or take part in a program celebrating some celebrity's birthday, or participating in a patriotic rally, can not fail to learn something of value, or to catch a glimpse of some worthy ideal. Lastly, they teach us the meaning of the splendid word co-operation. Everyone must do his share of this unrequired work, outside the regular routine—cheerfully, faith- fully, and well—and it is a rare thing to find a “Slacker. Closely allied with the Literary Societies are the Bird Clubs. They are. perhaps, of less educational value to us, as bird-lore is hard to learn from pamphlets and programs. But we do not count all our gains in points of facts. The interest which opens our eyes to the marvels of nest building, and our ears to the wonders of a bird song is a greater protection to the bird’s nest, and her brood, than any law unsupported by the approbation of the youthful public can possibly be. This study also affords us new fields of pleasure. But Literary Societies and Bird Clubs are old pursuits of ours. This year the grades ventured into what was, for them, a practically new and untried field that of Dramatics. It was with some trepidation that we presented “A Hallowe'en Surprise.” Encouraged by this initial success, we marked the approach of Thanksgiving and Christmas with several little plays, and finally ended our performances with one finely patriotic in character, “America and Her Allies.” But mere play-acting patriotism, however stirring, could not take the place of real service. Our first opportunity for this came in the call from the Bed Cross for junior members. In this campaign, to our pride, we not only suc- ceeded in qualifying every member of the grades as a junior Bed Cross member, but helped pull the High School “Over the Top.” Our next call, direct from the government, concerned Thrift Stamps and War Saving Clubs. We are now busy earning and carefully saving the dimes, nickels, and pennies that go to the purchase of a Thrift Stamp. As the Annual goes to press this campaign is in full swing. The grades are splendidly enthu- siastic, and are making a record of which they are justly proud. WHY DOES A SMOKESTACK SMOKE?) THEPHENONINAL MANIFESTATION OF THI5 NEBULOUS, COMPLEX, CONTROVERSY REQUIRES_Aj INUTE ELUCIDATION. 'DEBATE Si ESOLVED THAT'A 5NOKE5TACK1 rSf10KES BECAUSE IT CAN'T CHEW SOCIETIES ST. JOHN’S LITERARY SOCIETY First Term. President.............Margaret James Vice-President.....Dewie Williamson Sec. and Treas.......Margaret Mclnnes Critic...........................Anna Edwards Second Term. President................Mary Ellerbe Vice-President...........Ellen Coker Sec. and Treas.........Lina Muldrow Critic...................Mae Sutton COKER LITERARY SOCIETY First Term. President............Mclver Edwards Vice-President.......Raymond Weeks Sec. and Treas...........Ervin Brown Critic...................Francis Byrd Censor..................Curtis Lawhon Second Term. President............Oliver Kollock Vice-President....Preston Edwards Sec. and Treas....Frank Williamson Critic............Chapman Milling Censor.........William Haynesworth LANIER LITERARY SOCIETY First Term. President.........................Emma Fulton Vice-President........Annie Buchanan Secretary.......................Hannah Parker Treasurer.......................Willie Ellerbe Critic..................Broy Swvgert Censor .................Hattie Suggs Second Term. President.......................Elsie Douglas Vice-President.......Helen Huldrow' Secretary............Lucile Clanton Treasurer..........Annie May Fulton Critic.......................Margaret Romedy Censor................Selma Sansbury HAYNE LITERARY SOCIETY Second Term. President.........William Norment Vice-President.............Frank Young Sec. and Treas............William Hoole Critic.......................Carl Drake First Term. President..............Ted Coggeshall Vice-President.................George Patton Sec. and Treas......Andrew Cauthsn Critic.............Charles Blackmon DRAMATICS Senior Play LOST A CHAPERON Characters George Higgins, a Carolina A. B. who lias a camp in Springville, , , '' ...............................................Raymond Weeks Fred Lawton I Carolina Freshmen camping with Higgins JOI'ver Kollock .. ’ _ , |hrvm Brown Raymond bitzhenry, a Wofford student working with Morton Crosby. p.. , .................................................. William Haynsworth I C;n,lin Fr“l, ‘en G” wlth H« 's {Mclve'r Awards Marjorie 1 yndall, George s cousin, a Converse Girl.......... Margaret lames Alice Bennett | Agnes Arabella Bates Ruth French | Blanche Westcott Elizabeth Brian) Emily Brian | Winthrop girls camping in Springville Judith Hayes Mary Hayes Winthrop girls whose father has a summer home in Springville. V irginia girls visiting the Brians. Mrs. Higgins, Chaperon, George’s Mother............ Bob Anderson I Harry Greene , Boys from Camp Sevier. Ned Summers J Hal Brown................... (Juliia Macfarlan I Emmie Kirven (Dewie W illiamson I Julia West Georgia Smoot Myrtle Johnson Mae Sutton Kline Durant .... Margaret Mclnnes W illiams Coggeshall Robert Blackman William Gandy .......Curtis Lawhon Synopsis. Act L—-Girl's camp at Springville, 7 a. m. Chaperon fails to arrive. Girls greatly Lightened. All try to deceive the others by making them thing they are not afraid. Act 11.— Boys camp at Springville, 8 a. m. Three of the girls come to boys’ camp and ask Jack to bring the rest of the boys over and scare the other drls so that will not sleep out doors as they had planned. Each is ignorant of”the others coming, thinking she is the only one afraid. Boys decide to come. They exchange clothes with supposed lumberjacks, leaving them to care for camp and start for girls’ camp. Act HI—Boys arrive at girls’ camp, 10 a. m. They scare all very much. Lumberjacks, who are really college fellows, arrive on scene and proclaim iden- tity. Chaperon arrives. Climax. All explained and general good time. Scene, Springville. S. C. Time, Summer Vacation. BASEBALL, 1918 H. L. Shackleford...............................Coach Francis Byrd..................................Captain Raymond Weeks.................................Manager Sitting. R. Weeks C. DeLorme, Sub. A. Cauthen, 2nd B. J. T. Langston. C. F. H. L. Shackleford P. Edwards, L. F. F. Williamson. R. F. W. Hoole, Sub. Standing. 0. Kollock, P. F. Byrd, 1st B. H. Muldrow, Sub. R. Kern, S. S. E. Brown, 3rd B. M. Edwards, C. C. Johnson, P. BASKETBALL, 1917-1918 Miss Martin ....................................Coach Miss Dunovant...................................Coach Julia West ...................................Captain Myrtle Johnson................................Manager J. West, C. N. Shackleford, S. C. A. Buchanan. S. C. M. L. Harrell. G. P. Stanley, G. M. James, G. M. Johnson. F. M. Doyle, F. J. Macfarlan. F. M. Mclnnes. F. Athletics lias always been popular at St. John’s. The whole school stands behind the athletic teams, and the teams themselves go about their work in earnest. Among the boys football and baseball are tbe most popular. The girls have their basketball teams. Athletics helps the school in several ways. It develops the minds and bodies of the players and teaches them team work and co-operation. They learn by experience that it takes hard work, determination, and perseverance to win. And so it is when pupils finish school, the training they receive on the athletic teams will help them to succeed in life and will make better citizens of them. The Duke of Wellington said that Waterloo was won on the cricket field of Rugby. The school is also benefited. Those that do not take part in the games always come out to “root” for their teams. This helps the school spirit and develops interest in school affairs. People on the outside who never have any- thing to do with any other phase of school work will come to the games and thus keep in touch with the school in this way. Our football team has always seemed to meet with more success and to be more popular than the other forms of athletics of our school. This may be partly accounted for by the fact that St. John’s was one of the first High Schools to take up football. We have been fortunate, too, in securing excellent coaches. A great deal of interest is taken in baseball also. Most of the other schools of tlie State have good teams and there is always a keen rivalry for the championship. The girls' basketball teams are comparatively new, but this promises to be one of the most popular of the athletic activities. The difficulty of securing a coach has been a distavantage to the girls this year. —W illiam Haynsworth, ’18. FOOTBALL, 1917 D. T. McKeithan, Jr.............................Coach Oliver Kollock .................................Captain Francis Byrd ...................................Manager F. Byrd. R. E. R. Weeks. R. T. J. Wilson. R. G. F. Drake. C. F. Williamson, L. G. M. Edwards. L. T. P. Edwards. L. E. E. Brown. Q. B. J. T. Langston. R. H. 0. Kollock. F. B. C. Johnson, L. H. W. Haynsworth. G. E. C. DeLorme. L. H. E. W. Boatwright, L. G. “OUR FAVORITE RESORT.” WHY SUFFER WITH BAD EYESIGHT. GET A LOOKING-GLASS. 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I sell more glass than any one else in the city: I cut glass at my own risk; it’s my glass until you get size wanted: I cut and fit wind shield glass: can cut glass any size and shape: I am prepared to do it. Yes. I can cut glass—without a glass cutter. How? Well that’s my little red wagon. Honey in stock all the year. The best talking machines for the price: My machines are not made by the trust: do not forget that. My place of business is just in rear of the Park Hotel. Come and see me. ANGUS GAINEY CAROLINA GAS ELECTRIC COMPANY Sewing Machine Motors Hot Water Heaters Electric Ranges Electric Irons Percolators Toasters Grills FULL STOCK AT ALL TIMES i • • ♦ i DARGAN CORK SPEARS McINNES 9 ♦ j Attorney at Law • i Attorneys at Law DARLINGTON, S. C. ♦ i ! DARLINGTON, S. C. ♦ 1 • 112M Cashua Street E. C. DENNIS I i • ♦ ♦ GEO. W. BROWN Attorney at Law 1 ♦ ♦ ♦ 1 ( Attorney at Law DARLINGTON, S. C. 1 ♦ DARLINGTON, S. C. 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CAROLINA NATIONAL BANK ECONOMY “IS ALL THE FASHION” And a mighty wise fashion it is. Right-minded people always believe in sensible Economy. Today they are proud of it. No matter how much Money they have they are ashamed to waste it. Every intelligent and patriotic housewife studies Food Values, studies to provide her table with ample Nourishment of the right kind at the least expense. Live Well, but buy wisely and without waste! That is what the National Food Administration asks of us all. And there is no Grocery Store which gives you more prac- tical help in this direction than THE WHITE WAY GROCERY BEST FOR LESS M. E. WARD, Manager THE BANK OF DARLINGTON DARLINGTON, S. C. THE MILLION DOLLAR BANK We are always pleased to have the school children visit our Bank and deposit their savings, be it ever so small. Save your money and be independent. THE BANK OF DARLINGTON J. L. COKER COMPANY HA RTS VILLE, S. C. 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