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

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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.

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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.

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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.