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

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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.

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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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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