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

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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

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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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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.