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

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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.

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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

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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.