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

Text from Pages 1 - 76 of the 1922 volume:

Senior Edition ST. JOHN'S BULLETIN 1922 ST. JOHN’S HIGH SCHOOL Darlington, S. C. News and Press Print Darlington, S. C. SENIOR EDITION, 57. O Z V’S BULLETIN, ’22 FOREWORD This book has been designed to take the place of “Echoes,” the Annual which St. John’s has published for the past four years, the trustees having decided it unwise to continue the publica- tion of the latter. It does not claim to be anything but a Senior Edition of St. John’s Bulletin. If you are a friend to the Class of ’22, turn the pages and learn their trials, their joys, and their achieve- ments. If not, read no further. v SE IOR EDITION, ST. JOHN’S BULLETIN, ’22 TO OUR PARENTS Who have borne the burden and the heat of the day in order that we might be unhampered in the race, and at whose feet we gratefully place whatever laurels we may have won, we lovingly dedicate this record of our High School life. SENIOR EDITION, ST. JOHN’S BULLETIN, 22 STAFF Harriet Howard .. Nellie Ellerbe Kathleen Edwards Heyward Young . . Rosa Maie Spencer Emmet Howie Lucia Coggeshall . Cornelia Edwards . Marguerite Byrd . . Nellda Anderson . . ............ Editor-in-Chief ......... Business Manager ............ Literary Editor ................ Art Editor ......... Advertising Editor Assistant Business Manager Assistant Business Manager Assistant Business Manager Assistant Advertising Editor Assistant Advertising Editor CONTRIBUTORS James Boatwright Emmet Howie . .. Kathleen Edwards William Player . Thelma Ward ... Melvin Hyman . . . Emma Sanford .. Baker Banks .... .......... Salutatorian ............. Historian ................... Poet ................ Prophet .......... Statistician Counsel for the Juniors ............... Examinet .......... Valedictorian SENIOR EDITION, ST. JOHN’S BULLETIN, ’22 ST. JOHN’S HIGH SCHOOL FACULTY Mr. J. C. Daniel, Superintendent. Miss Susannah W. Brunson, Principal—Latin and Mathematics Miss Ruth Scott, Science Miss Mildred Goode, History and French Miss Edith Austin, Mathematics and Latin Miss Mary Lewis, English Mrs. J. C. Daniel, Science and English ST. JOHN’S TRUSTEES Mr. Bright Williamson, Chairman Mr. G. B. Brasington, Mr. W. M. Haynsworth, Mr. W. B. Brunson, Mr. A. Hyman, Mr. J. R. Coggeshall, Mr. Robert Macfarlan, Mr. E. C. Dennis, Mr. Dorsey Sligh. St. John’s High School Building SENIOR EDITION, ST. JOHN’S BULLETIN, ’22 Colors: Purple and Lavender. Flower: Sweet Pea. Motto: Wisdom is better than riches. James Boatwright Melvin Hyman ....... Harriet Howard . . Heyward Young ..... President V ice-Presidenl . Secretary Treasurer SENIOR EDITION, ST. JOHN’S BULLETIN, '22 SALUTATORY Ladies and Gentlemen:— The exercises you have been invited to witness this evening, represent the final step of our school life here. This program will be the last task assigned us at St. John’s. During all the yeara which seem so long and yet which passed so swiftly, we have recited many lessons and gone thru many exercises. But to-night is the last. This program will put the period of finality to our high school life. Appreciating your interest in us, we welcome you to our class day exercises. We are grateful for the encouragement which your presence gives and earnestly hope that our humble effort will prove of interest to you. It seems to be an almost universal conception that education ends with the study of books. Not many years ago a man’s education was generally measured by the number of books he had read. It is true that reading is an education of a sort, but real education contemplates much more than the mere accumulation of book knowledge. Facts and informa- tion gathered from books are highly necessary, of course, hut modern education embraces much more than mere book learning. In addition to the information gathered from books the student is trained to apply that knowledge to practical, every day problems. Modern education does not stop here. The progressive school of to-day takes the view that the real object of education is to prepare young people for worthy and useful citizenship. Any thing which con- tributes to this end, therefore, is properly a part of the educational pro- cess. For example, if a student upon graduation is to play a successful part in the community, he must be able to work in harmony with his fellow citizens. Hence the development of the ability to co-operate with his fellow man should be a part of his education. From this point of view it would seem that the human, the personal, the social side of school life has a real educational value and contributes in no small degree to preparation for citizenship. School is indeed a little world where we have reproduced in miniature the various problems of personal relationship that make up life in the world outside. Our class organization, our literary societies, our team work in athletics, our patriotic celebrations, our little social affairs—all these make an ex- cellent preparation for the larger duties which will soon be ours. It is true these constitute the lighter and more enjoyable side of school work; but, nevertheless, they are an invaluable part of our education. SENIOR EDITION, ST. JOHN’S BULLETIN, ’22 It is said that in order to be educated one must study both books and people. It has been our privilege in the past eleven years to study our books and to study each other. We have learned to appreciate each other’s worth, to respect each other’s view-point, and, above all to work together in harmony for the common good. In tomorrow's program will he reflected the more serious side of our training. We shall receive our diplomas, the reward of effort, of labor, of sacrifice. To-night’s exercises are an expression of the human, personal side of our school life—the phase which will spring more quickly to mind in later life when we review the golden years we have spent together. Such i9 the character of the exercises to which we welcome you. Re- view with us the happy past, share with us the joyous present, peep with us into the glorious future. For you are our friends and our happiness is of the kind that multiplies in the sharing. SENIOR EDITION, ST. JOHN’S BULLETIN, ’22 Purvis James Boatwright President Hayne Literary Society two terms; Critic Hayne Literary Society; Football '18. ’19. '20. 21; Captain ’19, ’20, 21; All Eastern South Carolina Half Back '20, '21; Baseball ’19, 20, '21. 22; Basketball ’22; Senior Play; Class President ’18- ’19, ’19-'20, ’20-’21, ’21-’22; Marshal ’21. “P. J.” A leader of men, like a poet, is born, not made. Such is P. J. From the day when, an infant in pinafores, he first stalked into iMiss Carrie Mclver’s room, he has proved that leadership is his birth- right. Better still, he has the moral sense, strength of will, and courage of convictio i to use this gift aright. And yet P. J. isn’t stuck up. A star of first magnitude on the gridiron, class president for four years, a general favorite with hoys and girls, old and young, he yet conducts himself with the modesty of a true gentleman. Who’s all right? P. J. : ! SENIOR EDITION, 57'. JOHN'S BULLETIN, ’22 Vice-President Lanier Literary Society; Member St. John’s Literary Society; Member Inter Nos Latin Club; As- sistant Advertising Editor Senior Edition. J crush a Ni-l-a Anderson “Judy.” Nellda on a prancing horse riding down the street, Nellda smiling shyly on all that she doth meet; Nellda studying Latin with all her might and main, Nellda playing baseball with a bunch of youthful swain; Nellda getting ads to pay the Annual’s cost— We can’t tell of these Nelldas’ which we like the most. SENIOR EDITION, ST. JOHN’S BULLETIN, '22 Thomas Baker Banks Vice-President Hayne Literary Society; President Coker Literary Society; Valedictorian. “Tid-Bits.” Baker is a living illustration of the saying that “The most precious goods come in small packages.'7 From primary days up, he has been the one on whom the teacher could call when all the others failed. Application and concentration are his long suits. These, coupled with his gray matter, have earned for him the highest place in scholarship and the consequent privilege of acting as Class Valedictorian. SENIOR EDITION, ST. JOHN’S BULLETIN, '22 Marguerite Byrd Member Lanier Literary Society; Mem- ber St. John’s Literary Society; Librar- ian; Assistant Advertising Editor Senior Edition. “Margy.” Here is the baby of our class, not sweet sixteen till September comes again. There are all sorts of nice things we might praise her for, such as mental ability, studiousness, efficiency, unselfish- ness, cheerfulness, helpfulness—But “If eyes were made for seeing Beauty is its own excuse for being.” SENIOR EDITION. ST. JOHN’S BULLETIN, ’22 ft, Emma Lucia Cocceshall President Lanier Literary Society; Critic St. John’s Literary Society; Basketball ’19, '20; Captain Basket ball '21-’22; Assistant Business Mana- ger of Senior Edition. “Deet.” Lucia is an out door girl. She excels in basketball, and horse- manship. And to see her in the creek, you would take her for a mermaid. But she’s other things besides a sportswoman. Bright as a dollar in her books, a good dancer, a social favorite. But of all, the sweetest, kindest, most sympathetic chum one could wish. A great girl, Deet! SEMOR EDITION, ST. JOHN'S BULLETIN, '22 Hugh John Coker Senior Censor Ha;ne Literary Society; Secretary and Treasurer Hayne Literary Society; Censor Hayne Literary Soci- ety; President Coker Literary Society; Football 19, '20, '21; Baseball '20, ’21, ’22; Manager Baseball ’22; Basketball ’22; Senior Play. Butch.” HANDSOME USEFUL GENTLEMANLY HEARTY CAREFREE OBLIGING KIND EFFICIENT REAL HUGH COKER! SENIOR EDITION, ST. JOHN'S BULLETIN, '22 Cornelia Eranda Edwards Secretary and Treasurer St. John’s Literary Society; Local Editor Bulletin '21,-’22; Senior Play; Assistant Busi- ness Manager Senior Edition. “Randa.” Would it surprise you very much if we told you that this chic little beauty, this consummate little coquette, this gay little pleasure- lover, this charming little society belle, is one of the most ambitious and successful students in our class? In fact she posesses the enviable ability of combining work with pleasure, to the detriment of neither. Moreover, that pretty smooth hair of hers covers a multitude of brains. She’s one in a thousand, is Cornelia. SENIOR EDITION, ST. JOHN'S BULLETIN, ’22 Francis Patterson Edwards Censor Hayne Literary Sociely; Vice- President Coker Literary Society; Mem- ber Inter Nos Latin Club. “Trunk.” Frank is a puzzle— at times a diletante, at times a grind. One minute serious and dignified, the t ext, setting the room agog with mischief. A lover of dogs and horses, hut not of the ladies. Fond of talking, hut a poor listener. In fact, a study in contrasts, and a most fascinating study at that. SENIOR EDITION, ST. JOHN’S BULLETIN, ’22 Kathleen Anna Edwards Critic Lanier Literary Society; Censor St. John's Literary Society; Assistant Local Editor Bulletin '20.21; Assist- ant Editor-in-Chief Bulletin ,21-’22; Contributor to Echoes !21; Literary Editor Senior Edition; Vice-President Athletic Association; Sponsor Baseball ’22; Class Play; Class Poet. “KITTY.” Doing her part at uork or at play With eyes that are thoughtful, lips that are gay, THATS KATHLEEN! Dancing like a moon-beam, singing like a bird. Or else working wonders ivith an angle or a surd. THATS KATHLEEN! Facing the hardest of tasks unafraid Actor and poet, and still a sweet maid, THATS KATHLEEN! SENIOR EDITION, ST. JOHN’S BULLETIN, ’22 Andrew Wardlaw Edwards Critic Hayne Literary Society; Vice President Hayne Literary Society; Secretary and Treasurer Coker Literary Society; Treasurer Athletic Associa- tion '21; President Athletic Associa ion '22; Declaimers Medal '21; Football '18, '19, '20, '21; Baseball '22; Or- chestra '20, '21, '22; Secretary and Treasurer Class '20, ’21; Assistant Photographer ’21; lnter-High -School debating team ’22; Class Orator. “WARHORSE Come list to the valorous deeds that were done By Wardlaw the dauntless, old Darlington s Son! His part on the gridiron, he valienlly played; As debator and orator, a name he hath made. Also as an actor, he proved himself great, We feel sure that in life, success is his fate. SENIOR EDITION, ST. JOHN’S BULLETIN, ’22 Nellie Ellerbe Secretary and Treasurer Lanier Liter- ary Society; Assistant Local Editor Bulletin '21; Assistant Athletic Editor Bulletin '22; Business Manager Senior Edition; Basketball '22; Manager Bas- ketball '22; Cheer Leader ’22; Scriba Latin Club; Senior Play; Secretary and Treasurer Class T9; Declaimer 22. “NELL Nellie s the jollies! kind oj a lass. Ever ready and willing to help out the class, Laughing gaily when others are sad, Loving her friends even when they re mad. In school or a play she wears a bright smile. Everybody calls her a girl worth while. SENIOR EDITION, ST. JOHN’S BULLETIN, ’22 “C. W.” Mr. C. W. Flowers, Banker, if you please! Note the check-book peeping from his coat pocket. Observe the businesslike anti preoccupied air with which he daily asks permission to visit the bank. You can bank on Clarence, too. His name spells Old Reliable. Studious, industrious, conscientious, he has made an enviable record at St. John’s. SENIOR EDITION, ST.JOHN'S IWLI.ETIN, Dora Louise Gandy Member St. John’s Literary Society. “Bill.” Here’s a girl who got tired of us ’long about Sophomore time and transferred her allegiance to a school up in the Tar-Heel State. But, fortunately, she discovered her mistake in time to join us in the last lap. Good for you, Louise, and for us too. You’re the kind of girl we like to have in our midst, calm, serious, dutiful, yet not lacking the spirit of fun. SENIOR EDITION. ST. JOHN'S BULLETIN, ’22 “ ?. B.” Dutiful is Harriet, so all her teachers say, Every task she finishes before the end of the day. Pretty, loo, this lassie, with hair so wavy brown. Eyes of sea-blue color, with lashes curling down. Naughty? Yes. She sometimes breaks a rule or two. Don't think she would be human if she didn't, do you? Amiable and modest, yet brimming o'er with fun, Best kind of playmate when working hours are done. Look at each first letter aiul see what they will spell. Everybody calls her THIS and I'm sure she earns it well. Vice-President Lanier Literary Society; President Lanier Literary Society; Secretary and Treasurer St. John’s Literary Society; Editor-in-Chief of Senior Edition; Secretary Class of ’22; Sponsor Football Team. Harriet Ervin Howard SENIOR EDITION, ST. JOHN’S BULLETIN, 22 Emmet Napier Howlk Censor Hayne Literary Society; Critic Coker Literary Society; Assistant Local Editor Bulletin ’19; Assistant Business Manager Bulletin ’21; Busi- ness Manager ’22; Assistant Business Manager Senior Edition; Business Man- ager Junior Bulletin ’21; Class Steno- grapher; Member of Orchestra; Senior Play; Baseball '21, ’22; Football ’21; Marshal ’21; Class Historian; Member Inter Nos Latin Club. “Nap.” We may well be proud of Emmet, for he is one of the wit- tiest and most accomplished members of our class. He is a regular Paderewski at the piano and Tom Brown with the Saxaphone. Moreover, he has proved himself a captain of finance in the way he has engineered the Bulletin thru these days of business depression and shortness of funds. As to his attraction to and for the fair sex, he has never, to our knowledge had but one affair de coeur. Which goes to prove that constancy is among his many virtues. SENIOR EDITION, ST. JOHN’S BULLETIN, ’22 Melvin Hyman Critic Hayne Literary Society ’19; Secretary and Treasurer Hayne Literary- Society ’20; Athletic Editor Junior Bul- letin ’21; Athletic Editor Bulletin ’22; Manager Football ’21; Vice Princeps In- ter Nos Latin Club; Class Poet T9; Vice-President ’20-’21, ’21-’22; Inter- High-School Debating Team ’22. “MOSES.” Melvin can argue, Melvin can write. To solve a hard problem is Melvin s delight, Melvin is popular with lad atul with lass, Melvin is one of the stars of our class. Melvins good-looking, witty, and gay, Melvin has the knack of getting his way. Melvins a student, Melvins a sport, Melvin s an all ’round good fellow, in short. SENIOR EDITION, ST. JOHN'S BULLETIN, '22 Charles Harrell Jeffords Member Hayne Literary Society; Mem- ber Coker Literary Society. “Sally.” Look who’s here? The original heart-buster, who, not satisfied with practicing his wiles on his native heath, Sallies forth in his “Blue Stilt” 1860 model, to stalk the dear in Hartsville! But aside from this amiable weakness, Sally’s all right. His good disposition, love of fun, courtesy, and wit have made him a valuable addition to that won- derful collection of genus homo called the class of ’22. SENIOR EDITION, ST. JOHN’S BULLETIN, ’22 “Coker.” Optimism personified—that’s Coker. If ever he gave care a thought, it made no mark on his sunny countenance. “Away dull melancholy” beams from his every feature and speaks in his every word. Speaking of words, Coker’s certainly are eloquent. We are proud of the reputation he has already made as orator, and it requires no optimism on our part to predict for him a place in the hall of fame. SENIOR EDITION, ST. JOHN’S BULLETIN, ’22 Walker Joynes Macearlan Member Hayne Literary Society: Mem- ber Coker Literary Society; Inter-High- School Debating Team ’22. “Greasy.” Generally speaking, Joynes—is generally speaking. If you listen, you will be rewarded, too, for Greasy is a regular walking encyclopaedia. His is not indigested knowledge, either, but knowledge backed by brains and understanding. “He knows what’s what, and that’s as high as metaphysic wit can fly.” SENIOR EDITION, ST. JOHN'S BULLETIN, ’22 “Beck.” Dear little Ruby. She is just as sweet and simple and modest as a little old-fashioned tea-rose. She’s a general favorite, too, with classmate and teacher, for she minds her own business and lets others mind theirs. We wish there were more girls like her in this old world of ours. SENIOR EDITION, ST. JOHN’S BULLETIN, ’22 William Oscar Player Vice-President Hayne Literary Society; Secretary Hayne Literary Society; Secretary and Treasurer Coker Literary Society; Secretary and Treasurer Athle- tic Association; Assistant Local Editor Bulletin '20; Editor-in-Chief Bulletin ’21; Editor-in-Chief Bulletin ’22; Class Stenographer; Orchestra; Senior Play; Vice-President Class T9; U. D. C. Medal; Princeps Inter Nos Latin Club '21; Class Prophet. “Bill.” Allow us to introduce the most versatile youth that has graced the halls of St. John’s since Chap made his exit. Editor, musician, scholar, writer of prize essays, comedian, rider, dancer, ladies’ man—and so on ad infinitum! Truly it will take a score to fill his place next year. Even then we doubt if they fill it as well as Bill did! SENIOR EDITION, ST. JOHN’S BULLETIN, '22 Anna Gladys Prevatt Member Lanier Literary Society; Vice- President St. John’s Literary Society; Member of Orchestra ’21, ’22. “Gladness.” With quiet reserve and gentle dignity, Gladys pursues the even tenor of her way along the path of duty. Whether as a pupil, a member of the orchestra, or of the literary society, she does what is expected of her, and does it well and cheerfully. In short, she possesses the qualities which lead us to predict for her much success in life. SENIOR EDITION, ST. JOHN’S BULLETIN, ‘22 “Gopher.” Appearances are often deceitful. At any rate, they are in the case of Gopher. To the uninitiated he is cold, reserved, dignified, almost morose. To those who really know him, he is just the opposite. In fact, he is the real wit of our class. This gift coupled with a heart of gold make him one of the most popular boys of ’22. SENIOR EDITION, ST. JOHN’S BULLETIN, ’22 “Emaline.” Emma is of a very practical nature. Just the one to help you out of a tight place. She’s eminently fitted for the business world, or for the teacher’s profession. That little head of hers is chuck full of knowledge. Moreover, she has the ability to apply this knowledge in a practical way. Then she has force. No one after seeing her preside in literary society doubts her ability to keep order. But who knows! We may see “Miss Loganberry” on the professional stage yet. SENIOR EDITION, ST. JOHN’S BULLETIN, ’22 Rosa Maie Spencer Member Lanier Literary Society; Mem- ber St. John’s Literary Society; Mem- ber Inter Nos Club; Contributor to Echoes ’21; Advertising Editor Senior Edition. “Rose.” We predict success for Rosa Maie, regardless of what line of work she may chose, because whatever she undertakes she ac- complishes. Excellent in scholarship, not once tardy in four years of high school, successful as advertising editor of the Annual, she well de- serves her reputation for dependability and efficiency. SENIOR EDITION, ST. JOHN’S BULLETIN, ’22 Thelma Ward Critic Lanier Literary Society; Secre- tary and Treasurer Lanier Literary So- ciety; President St. John’s Literary So- ciety; Senior Play; Class Statistician. “Bobby.” This is the blue-eyed, bobbed haired blond—“The pret- tiest girl in the class”—who has played havoo with the hearts of so many of the opposite sex! But, notwithstanding all this, she is as simple and modest and sweet as one could wish. “Queen of the rose-bud garland of girls.” SENIOR EDITION, ST. JOHN'S BULLETIN, ’22 James Heyward Young Member Hayne Literary Society; Cen- sor Coker Literary Society; Art Editor Echoes ’21; Art Editor Senior Edition; Football '18, '19, '20. 21; Senior Play; Class Treasurer 22; Member of Athle- tic Board. “Hey.” Behold dear reader, the arlist of our class. If you seek p oof of this statement, turn the pages of this book. Not only an artist, but a “man for a that.’ Handsome, good-natured, unspoiled, an all round sport, a perfect gentleman, a friend to all—that’s Heyward! SENIOR EDITION, ST. JOHN’S BULLETIN, ’22 IRREGULAR STUDENTS Earl Anderson Olin Anderson Emily Baird Nettie Durant Aileen Hamm Thelma Wilson “We count ourselves as nothing else so happy as in remember- ing our good friends.” SENIOR EDITION, ST. JOHN'S BULLETIN, ’22 EXAMINATION QUESTIONS {Conducted on Class Night by Emma Sanford) Mr. President: It fills me with pride to have the privilege of prov- ing the brilliant attainments and unusual reasoning powers of the Class . of ’22. In order to do this I need only ask at random a few pertinent questions. That the answers wil prove correct, I have no fear. Harken unto them: Question: Why is Marguerite Byrd so popular among her class- mates? Frank Rhodes: Man wants but little here below, Nor wants that little long. Question: What is more terrible to Heyward Young than a Geo- metry examination? Lucia Coggeshall: Two geometry examinations. Question: What is Ruby Odom’s motto? Clarence Flowers: Let me silent be, For silence is the speech of love. Question: Why is Harrell Jeffords so. quiet? Nellda Anderson: Because he has learned that the best way to hide ignorance is to look wise. Question: What piece of advice is it that Lucia Coggeshall abides by and Joynes Macfarlan is very much in need of? Frank Edwards: Give thy thoughts no tongue, Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice, Take each man’s censure; but reserve thy judg- ment. Question: Why do teachers look so gloomy when they see Frank Rhodes? Rosa Maie Spencer: Because some people are so funny they make others sad. Question: Why is Nellie Ellerbe so r.oisy? Harrell Jeffords: Because she has not yet learned that “children should be seen and not heard.” Question: What does Kathleen Edwards aspire to be? Harriet Howard: An Author! ’Tis a venerable name! How few deserve it and what numbers claim. SENIOR EDITION, ST. JOHN'S BULLETIN, '22 Question: Why did Thelma Ward find her high school course diffi- cult to go thru? Joynes Macfarlan: Because she was too heavy for light work and too light for heavy work. Question: Give Wardlaw’s chief characteristic. Marguerite Byrd: A Tartt disposition. Question: Why does Cornelia’s society have a soothing effect on P. J. Boatwright? Heyward Young: Music hath charms to soothe the savage breast. Question: Why do we think that Hugh Coker is destined to become a naturalist? Nellie Ellerbe: Because he loves the study of birds and especially Parrotts. Question: Why would Rosa Maie Spencer make some rich man a poor wife? Hugh Coker: Because she would spend all his money for powder. Question: Why does Clarence Flowers’ alarm clock resemble an April shower? Louise Gandy: Because it makes the little Flowers spring up. Question: Why do we think that it is most probable that Frank Edwards will live to a ripe old age? Gladys Prevat: Yes, he surely ought to live to a ripe old age for on- ly the good die young. Question: Why is Baker Banks so witty? Ruby Odom: Because, Brevity is the soul of wit. Question: What is Cornelia’s favorite bird? Marguerite Byrd: An Howie. Question: What was Emmet’s chief and unrealized ambition while in the Fourth High? Cornelia Edwards: To go home Scott-free one afternoon. Question: Why does Lucia Coggeshall look like a load has been lifted from her mind? Nellie Ellerbe: Because she has bobbed her hair. Mr. President: The examination is finished. As the one in charge allow me to state that the answers were absolutely correct and entitles each participant to 100 plus. SENIOR EDITION, ST. JOHN'S BULLETIN, '22 HOMING HEARTS The day is young, with hearts so light we venture on paths untrod, With hope to beckon and lure us on we measure the fresh green sod; But I ho afar on life's highway gaily and freely we roam, When night's dim shadows fall we find the sweetest jxith leads home. Our hearts are all like aeroplanes which strain to mount and jly And soar away to sunny realms in life's unfathomed sky. But tho on daring wings we fly o'er turret, spire, and dome When day is done our hearts fly back to the landing place near home. The call of deep to youthful hearts, the rush of time and tide, Entreats us to launch our infant barque upon an ocean wide; We steer thru many an unknown sea, we sail thru flying foam. We enter many a foreign port, our hearts are anchored at home. So tho ive see the Southern Cross glow, soft o'er foreign lands. The Polar Star on icy fields, the sun on desert sands. If hen comes the night and moonlight fills the world with silver gleams we'll see again our Dixieland and old St. John's in dreams. —Kathleen Edwards, ’22. SENIOR EDITION, ST. JOHN'S BULLETIN, '22 CLASS HISTORY My hand trembling with awe and fear I brandish my trusty pen to inscribe a small portion of my vocabulary in the history of the class of ’22. I feel such a delicacy in performing this mighty task without aid that I come humbly to the muses to inspire me and to relieve me of my significant muselessness. Should my labors be in vain I pray that you blame the muses, not me. Every historical subject has a setting. The place was the grammar building of the Darlington Public School, the time A. D. 1910, although if left to some members of the class it would more probably be B. C. Well, anyway, taking facts as facts, a group of children encouraged by their mothers or nurses, as was the case, entered school. When we cast an eye at Baker and then stop and visualize him eleven years ago, the only conclusion plausible is that he came in a baby carriage. During our grammar school career I will acknowledge we were bright, and good. Misconduct in our grade was almost as unheard of as the faint rumor that P. J. Boatwright ever was in love. To make a long story short, our first seven years passed as a gust of wind leaving us adorned with knowledge. The following year we were Freshmen and Freshwomen in first high school, not eighth grade as some had the audacity to term it. We were a group of young men and women, graced with dignity, who had flung aside childish things to take school serious- ly. This was the year that the abbreviation R. D. was adopted for record day as the report of our teacher was fairly covered. Probably we would have made a record year if Emma and Mar- guerite had taken care to whisper instead of emitting that rumble always heard between them. We entered second high with a reputation to sustain. Oui teacners expected a wonderful grade and they were not disappoint- ed. Wardlaw, the class angel, was caught in the act of talking one SENIOR EDITION, ST. JOHN'S BULLETIN, ’22 day, but it was quickly proved that a particle of dust had settled on his vocal chord, causing a conglomeration of sound waves. Out- side of this sad occurrence we spent a peaceful year. The most remarkable feature of the year was the record made by Frank Edwards, Hugh Coker, and Harrell Jeffords. None of these was given a report, as is the age long custom when every recitation is perfect. This was the year Melvin Hyman began his football ca- reer. In the game against China Sidding, Mel slowly but surely advanced the water bucket to an injured player. As Juniors we were the pride of the school. We were aided this year by impromptu lectures from Lucia. She possessed the silver tongue of Demosthenes and often talked on the absurdity and indiscretion of whispering during classes. These talks met with our hearty approval and even those few faults which we had were corrected. But, Cornelia joined us this year and, of course, made it necessary for us to train her in the path she should follow. She had a habit of refraining from work. This fault was easily corrected; and with the example of the other members of the class she became a shining light. Now, ladies and gentlemen, I don’t mean to be the least bit personal, but I deem it necessary as historian to mention the fact that this was the annus when Bill Player’s heart was broken, or bent considerably, I can’t decide which. Sad but true, before he fully recovered from the severe shock again it was attacked, and this time there was no hope for Bill to recuperate. Many other accidents of this nature occured, but most of the victims either wholly or partly recovered. The first Junior edition of the Bulletin appeared in ’21. The editor had the mumps, or as that edition stated, “while engaged in the manly sport of drop the handkerchief it is only too evident that quite a numerous host of microbes busied themselves during a brief visitation of our respected editor, and changed their habitat which, after the duration of twenty days, caused a peculiar and specific usuppurative inflammation of the parodid glands.” The business manager had a bad case of laziness, and the other editors SENIOR EDITION, ST. JOHN’S BULLETIN, ’22 were not aware of the fact that we had undertaken the enterprise. But the issue was a success—thanks to Miss Lewis. During this year Frank Rhodes acquired the nick name “gopher” because he was caught smelting a goldfish to get some of the precious metal. Joynes also made our class one of the most widely known in the world by his genealogical ability. After long and laborious efforts he finally decided that Darwin was wrong, absolutely; and furthermore advanced a very logical conception. Man was made by a synthetical chemical reaction of ammonium phospho-molydate with anti-bolsheviki acid. Quite plausible—eh? As a proof of the high standing we maintained in third high, it is a general thing for teachers to ask the Juniors of ’22, “Why can’t you be Juniors like the Seniors were?” “We’re Seniors, whom are you looking for?” cried Wardlaw as Mr. Daniel cracked the door on the first day of school. “You,” answered Mr. Daniel, and Wardlaw looked and probably felt like a “Rat.” Now, Kathleen wouldn’t study English she impeded the progress of the class, especially in poetry; but Ruby, playing the role of a good Samaritan, privately coached her until now she can compose real poetry. One of her last epics entitled, “Velvet Beans” follows: “My bird is dead, I cannot play, The river flows beneath the bridge all day; The sun shines bright when it isn’t night And my love has gone far away.” Consider its rhythm and meter, its uplifting idea and its originality. If Nellie had talked more and sometimes argued her rights, how much better she would have fared. Quite often she spent an entire day without speaking a word except the required “Good- morning” and “Good-bye” to Miss Brunson. Frequently our Bul- letin was mistaken for the “New York Times,” because of the beautiful cover designed and painted by Nellda. In fact, talking of speed, the April 30th issue contained an article about the break- SENIOR EDITION, ST. JOHN’S BULLETIN, ’22 ing of the Mississippi levees, which happened two days later. The Bulletin with all its glory was not the best achievement of our Senior year, for we discovered in Heyward a pitcher of rare ability. People from miles around came to see him twirl, and may safely be said that every victory of St. John’s may be directly attributed to him. And Harriet’s booklet entitled, “The Correct Method of Flapping” added new laurels to the class of ’22. Civil government was the only rough spot on the road of fourth high, Louise couldn’t define a community, and Miss Goode wouldn’t ac- cept Dovesville as an illustration. A terrible calamity was avoid- ed by Louise moving to town, for, as statistics show, Darlington is an urban community. The two extremes of our class were Clarence Flowers and Thelma Ward; Clarence was a blooming ladies’ man, and Thelma a man-hater, a St. Theresa in the extreme. Of course, Thelma may change her opinion of the male sex, but unless she does, spinisterhood is her lot. Reference has been made to every member of our glorious grade with the exception of ye humble scribe, who will now efface himself. —Emmet N. Howle, ’22. SENIOR EDITION, ST. JOHN'S BULLETIN, ’22 CLASS STATISTICS “0«r acts our angels are, or good or ill, Our fatal shadows that walk by us still.” During the years that we have been at St. John’s these shadows have walked by us every hour of every day, and though we ourselves saw them not, our classmates were of keener vision. When the time came for us to decide by vote what we thought of each other, these same fatal shadows, the angels of our acts, were the determining factors in the ballot. The results of this election may surprise you, but just re- member, “The truth will out,” and here is the truth as we saw it: First Choice Second Choice Best All-round Girl ...........Harriet Howard Kathleen Edwards Best All-round Boy ............P. J. Boatwright Emmet Howie Most Popular Girl ..........Cornelia Edwards Kathleen Edwards Most Popular Boy Class Clown .... Class Wit ......... Most Mischievous . Most Graceful Girl Most Graceful Boy Class Baby (boy) Class Baby (girl) Laziest ........... Best Athlete Wisest ............ Cutest Girl........ Cutest Boy......... Biggest Bo f Flirt . Biggest Cirl Flirt . Biggest Eater Jolliest ........... . P. J. Boatwright . Wardlaw Edwards .Frank Rhodes .Nellie Ellerbe .Kathleen Edwards .William Player . Joynes Macfarlan . Marguerite Byrd .Harrell Jeffords . P. J. Boatwright . Baker Banks .Thelma Ward .Baker Banks . Melvin Hyman .William Player .Emmet Howie .Wardlaw Edwards .Rosa Maie Spencer . P. J. Boatwright .Nellie Ellerbe j Wardlaw Edwards William Player fMelvin Hyman Emmet Howie [Frank Rhodes Emmet Howie Frank Edwards Wardlaw Edwards Baker Banks Lucia Coggeshall (unanimous) Clarence Flowers William Player Melvin Hyman Frank Edwards SENIOR EDITION, ST. JOHN'S BULLETIN, 22 Most Studious First Choice Second Choice Emma Sanford Handsomest Boy . . .Heyward Young P. J. Boatwright Prettiest Girl Cornelia Edwards Most Courteous Boy . . .Coker King Melvin Hyman Most Courteous Girl I . . .Gladys Prevatt Heyward Young Harriet Howard Neatest Girl . . . Marguerite Byrd Lucia Coggeshall Neatest Boy . . .Heyward Young Coker King Most Musical . . . Emmet Howie Cornelia Edwards Most Eloquent . . .Wardlaw Edwards Coker King Most Bashful Marguerite Byrd Loudest . . .P. J. Boatwright Coker King Most Conceited . . .Cornelia Edwards William Player Biggest Bluffer Most Obstinate . . .Nellie Ellerbe Hugh Coker Biggest Brag Hugh Coker L Coker King Most School-spirited Boy . . . Most School-spirited Girl . . J . .P. J. Boatwright [. .Frank Edwards I Harriet Howard Most Susceptible Boy [Cornelia Edwards William Player Most Susceptible Girl Thelma Ward Most Indifferent Emmet Howie Most Unselfish Girl Lucia Coggeshall Most Unselfish Boy Melvin Hyman Most Inquisitive Emma Sanford —Thelma Ward, ’22. SENIOR EDITION, ST. JOHN’S BULLETIN, ’22 Having been overburdening my mind to some extent all day with my difficult studies, 1 decided one night to attend a moving picture show. Arriving at this place of amusement, I seated myself well up toward the front. As usual, I found the picture very boring and tiresome, and was soon nodding in my seat. Awaking suddenly with a start, I looked around me. To my surprise, the building was empty. 1 concluded that I had slumbered ’till the picture was over and the. spectators departed, and accordingly I rose to leave. As I turned, a slight movement in the balcony caught my eye, and 1 saw a filmy figure make its way behind the machine. It seated itself and presently I heard the familiar click. Turning my eyes hack to the screen, I saw flashed in brilliant white letters: THE FUTURE OF THE CLASS OF ’22 “As Revealed by the Spirit of the Future. If'ritten and directed by Fate ” And as I gazed, amazed, at the first scenes of the picture, I realized that the future of the various members of my class was actually being flashed onto the silver sheet. The picture opened with a dazzling scene in the magnificent mansion of Clarence Flowers, now a wealthy banker and broker. That gentleman was entertain- ing at a house-party in honor of his ward, Kathleen Edwards, whoso brilliant talent was beginning to gain recognition in the foremost literary circles of our country, and who had just announced her engagement to the promising young artist, Heyward Young, just returned from several years study in Europe. The guests present appeared to be the most famous men and women in the United States—a unique gathering of celebrities. Many of these were shown in closeups as they were interviewed by Rosa Maie Spencer, wrho represented the society section of the Charleston American. Among the guests I recognized here and there an old school-mate of mine. Over thero in one corner were Lady Astor and Harriet Howard, the newly elected congresswoman. Just to their right was the famous pianist and composer, Emmet Howie, also professor of piano at the Boston SENIOR EDITION, ST. JOHN'S BULLETIN, '22 Conservatory of Music, and engaged in earnest conversation with him was Gladys Prevatt, president of Vassar. Surrounded by a crowd of young men was Thelma Ward, the foremost star of moviedom. But my search for familiar faces was rudely interrupted hy the hurried and hysterical entrance of Flowers’ private secretary, Louise Gandy, who wildly shrieked that all the servants had been hunting for some time for Mr. Flowers, but were un- able to find him. The guests immediately went into panic, as they do in moving pic- tures at the slightest provocation, and streamed through the house in search of their host. Kathleen sent her social secretary, Nellda Anderson, after the chief of police and professor Macfarlan, of Macfarlan's Detective Agency and Private Investigation Bureau. The chief of police, whom 1 recognized as Marguerite Byrd, swaggered overbearingly in, and cast her hard merciless eyes over the surroundings. “Any clues?” she harshly demanded. “None so far,” replied Kathleen. “Any person acting suspicious?” “No,” responded Kathleen. “Then why have 1 been called away from my checker game with Sheriff Sanford? 1 could have beat Emma in two more moves!” And with these hitter words, she stalked out of the house. As she went out. the great detective, Macfarlan entered. He presented a most amazing appearance, having a heavy down-curving mustache, wearing a tropical helmet of white cork, and clad in a loud checkered suit. In one hand he carried a huge magnifying glass, in the other a long green umbrella and from his mouth hung the charred remains of a corn cob pipe. “Aha!” he said in a thin cracked voice. “From the expressions on your various physiognomies. I hardly believe that 1 would err much in deducing that some mis- chief has been consummated in this immediate vicinity. Am I not correct? Evoking no reply to this query, he sank to his knees and carefully examined a small piece of gum which he had sighted on the floor. At length he removed it with a great knife which he carried, and placed it in his mouth. “Aha!” he cried gleefully, “Spearmint! ‘The Flavor Lasts.’ you know. Simple, isn’t it, but requiring a broad experience in gum-chewing. Reminds me of an in- stance in my case of the Missing Shoe Button—’ “Let us get to the case at hand” urged Heyward. “Wq have no time to hear of this foolishness!” “Ha!” returned the detective, “Young man, may I be allowed to conduct this investigation without your kind assistance?” Enraged by the egotism and insolence of the man, the young ar-ist turned and walked out in search of Kathleen. Finding her, he suggested that the two of them combine their efforts, and conduct a little investigation of their own. Together they went to Mr. Flowers’ rooms, and made a careful search for some clue which might lead to any enlightenment as to his whereabouts. The only one which they found was a letter, but that was sufficient. Reading it they found it to be an invitation to a frolic, being given by Hyman and Coggeshall. the famous circus owners to their employees, and Mr. Flowers requested to be the guest of honor. Realizing at once that they held in their hands the simp’e solution of the mystery, they quietly slipped out by a back door. When they reached the street, they asked a charming young SENIOR EDITION, ST. JOHN’S BULLETIN, ’22 house-wife, whomt I at once knew to be Cornelia Edwards, who was out doing her morning shopping, if she had seen any one resembling Mr. Flowers. She replied that as she had passed the rear of the house about an hour before, she was surprised to see that gentleman scaling the garden wall and sneaking off in a most suspicious manner. They immediately left her, and 1 was disappointed as I wished to find out who the lucky man had been. They arrived shortly at the restaurant at which the party was to be given, which, by the way, was run by Hutch Coker. The virile Heyward climbed the fire escape and thence proceeded to the stairs. Looking down from above, he paused to survey the party, so vividly contrasted to the one he had ju,st left. Watching the lithe motion of the toe dancer, Nellie Ellerbe, was a gathering of circus people, all dressed in the costumes in which they played. There was Wardlaw Edwards the leader of the band; Ruby Odom, the fortune teller; Frank Rhodes, Hot Dog Man, and vender of patent medicine; P. J. Boatwright, the cruel tamer and keeper of the wild animals; and the scantily clad Wild Man from Borneo—“Eats ’em alive!” whom I recognized with some difficulty as Harrell Jeffords; and Baker Banks, Prize fighter and strong man. However our hero was not interested in any of these, and his eye fell at once on the object of his search. At that moment Mr. Flowers was proposing a toast to Nellie Ellerbe, and his complexion bore some evidence of an excess of sweet milk, his favorite beverage. Heyward, with the greatest confidence in him- self, advanced boldly to Mr. Flowers, and calmly led him out by his arm. Quickly returning to the mansion of their companion, they entered and found the sheriff in the very act of arresting the tearful and frightened secretary Louise, against whom the detective had built up such a line of theoretical evidence, that all concerned were glad to allow her apprehension. But as Kathleen advanced with their find, every one turned from the professor and joined in the happy re union. The baffled detective fled to the veranda, and slowly drew from his pocket a huge pistol, placed it at his temple, and then, turning away, he fired it into the air. I opened my eyes with a start. About me a few of the spectators were staring at me with smiles on their faces. The building was still crowded an J the picture which had bored me to sleep was still showing. A bit provoked with myself. 1 rose and took my leave. As 1 passed out, 1 wondered—Have I really been shown the futures of my classmates, or have I merely had an ordinary foolish dream? But surely it was not ordinary; nor was it foolish. I WONDER......... —William 0. Player, Jr. SENIOR EDITION, ST. JOHN’S BULLETIN, ’22 CLASS SONG The blue - bird flits across the sky The mocking bird is singing And oh! the days pass quickly by And Spring its way is winging. Chorus: But mid our lilts of laughter There’s a sadness in our heart For with springtime and commencement Comes the tune we have to part. Across the distant horizon We gaze with eager eyes Already there our hearts have flown To the place where the future lies Chorus: But altho we’re looking forward And our hearts within us swell There’s a tear beneath our eyelids As we bid St. Johns farewell. Words by Kathleen Edwards Set to Music by Mrs. W. C. Edwards SENIOR EDITION, ST. JOHN’S BULLETIN, ’22 ADVICE TO JUNIORS Come list to the wonderful wisdom and lore, that fall from the lips of those who no more will lend you their presence, like spirits of light, to show you your places, and guide you aright. Oh, young Dixon Daniel, you think you look wise, with those wonderful glasses which cover your eyes. But looks are deceitful. Tis so in this case. Get wisdom and ’twill show without specs on your face. Paul Howie and Dick Brown, we note with regret, by the wiles of young Cupid are sadly beset. For proof I present their pre- occupied air, cleanly washed faces and Olive-oiled Hair. Oh love is too dangerous for children, my boys, too young are you still to abandon your toys. Mr. King, there’s no one here but has heard, you are trying to catch a sweet little bird of the genus called Parrott, to keep as a pet, but with a Butcher around no chance you will get. Now, Vernon, in chapel with music so sweet, the other musi- cians you endeavor to beat. But never grow weary of labor so hard, for someday perhaps you will get your re-Ward. Young Edward Abbot, I cannot but blame your sluggardly ways. ’Tis really a shame, for a big husky fellow with brains and with brawn, to sit up all day and do nothing but yawn. So little Curtis Allan, we hear you’re a slave, to the use of the razor. Pray, what do you shave? And why are you garbed in manly attire? Back to short pants until you grow higher. My dear Mr. Sharpe, your presumption is great, I tremble to think of your possible fate. The girls in your class are charming to woo, so a Senior’s affections you should cease to pursue. Now Harry M. Mims, with cranium so curly, we are afraid that you get up entirely too Early, to study the history of Elizabeth’s .eign. But we fear that you’re losing your sleep all in vain. SENIOR EDITION, ST. JOHN’S BULLETIN, ’22 For the speaking ability of one Laurens Milling, I really wouldn’t give a counterfeit shilling. Learn the use of your tongue as well as your feet, for too much modesty is worse than conceit, ceit. Oh William, Oh William, why do you try, with birds of a different feather to fly? Your efforts are useless, you’re wast- ing your love, no Parrott is willing to change to a Dove. Oh fie, Mary Sue, you really are killing the susceptible heart of young Laurens Milling. If you take my advice, it would really be best to give Olin a chance and Laurens a rest. Now all of you know the way to man’s heart; and Eva’s won Wardlaw’s with a sweet little Tartt. But a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush; so next year a Dove or an Howie she should rush. “Now perhaps I have cast before swine all my pearls,” in trying to instruct you boys and you girls. But when you grow older, perhaps you will know, that the way we have shown you is the way you should go. —Melvin Hyman, ’22. SENIOR EDITION, ST. JOHN’S BULLETIN, '22 VALEDICTORY Those who are far out on the rugged road of life which we are just beginning may look upon graduation from the High School as a minor incident compared with the many and more important incidents of after life. But we, the class of ’22, who have not attained such heights think of it in a different light. It is by far the most important event that we have experienced. As yet we traversed the first mile only and as we stop at this first mile stone and look, further up the road we wonder what we shall see as we traverse the next mile, the next and the next. If we receive during our future miles of training the efficient training that we received along the first, we shall be fully equipped to face the hardest problems which we shall meet in life. As we pause and think of that intermediate period (which we may here term space) between the first eleventh and the last eleventh first mile, we can but think of some of the striking things that we learned while thus traveling. We have not only gained facts and knowledge but we also have gained the power of reasoning out for ourselves things which we once considered too hard. 0, that we could tarry along this dear road of our first mile. 0, that we could abide longer with those dear companions who have made the way so pleasant. But no, no such good fortune will be ours. As we turn and face you, dear teachers, we think not only of the occasion for which these exercises are given but also of your kindly and efficient guidance and training which made this occasion possible. We the class of ’22 thank you for all things you have done for us. May our lives prove that you have not labored in vain. We feel it only fitting to express our thanks to you, trustees of St. John’s whose unselfish services and wise deliberations have so successfully directed our school, effecting the standard it now maintains. We look upon each of you as a friend and benefactor, and, tender you here our warm appreciation. Just a word to you, fellow students, so soon to fill the places that just now were ours. Perhaps you envy us who have finished our course here, and, are leaving High School days behind, but were the truth known we envy you. How differently would we act were we but permitted to run this course again. How gladly would we sit in the busy class room SENIOR EDITION, ST. JOHN'S IWLLETIN, ’22 and con our battered text books. How gladly gather in chapel and sins; the old familiar songs. What joy would it he to loiter i:i the shade of the dear, gracious oaks and “talk of many things,” to take our part again on gridiron and diamond. Above all how precious would seem the chance to learn the lessons we neglected, to improve the opportunities we wasted, to love and help the friends we slighted. Do not follow in our footsteps, only to feel ere long the regrets we feel to-night. “Be wise to-day, ’tis madness to defer.” And now’, dear members of ’22, our last meeting draws to a close. Although the way seemed hard at times “still we climbed spite slip or fall, to reach the heights that dazzling shone.” Upon those heights we pause to-night and look hack upon the path we just trod. “Distance lends Enchantment to the view.” The way that semed so rough and hard, is now “radiant with the afterglow” and abloom with the flowers of memory. But it were unwise to linger longer here in retrospect. Youth courses in our veins. We let “old by-gor.es be” and set our footsteps toward to- morrow’ dawn for “who can tell what golden hours with what full hands may he waiting us in the distance.” —Bakek Banks, ’22. SENIOR EDITION, ST. JOHN’S BILLET IN, ’22 Harriet Howard Sponsor Football Team Kathleen Edwards Sponsor Baseball Team SENIOR EDITION, ST. JOHN’S BULLETIN, ’22 Here’s to you, Mr. Gainey! Without you our lives would be flat. You drum up sharp interest each morning. And treble our pleasure, at that. And here’s to your staff of musicians, We note how faithful are they, And bass would we be, not to trumpet Their praises with yours here today. SENIOR EDITION, ST. JOHN’S BULLETIN, '22 Miss Susannah W. Brunson To Miss Brunson, who, by her inspiring personality, her con- stant, loyal service, and her devotion to the highest ideals, has successfully steered us through our High School career, we lovingly dedicate this page. We Advertise Our Loving Friends. T urn the Pages and Learn Their Names. 50,000 YEARS AGO MEN WENT MARKETING WITH CLUBS AND STONES, THE QUALITY AND QUANTITY OF THEIR NEXT MEAL WAS MAINLY A SPECULATION; A SCARCITY OF GAME AND VEG- ETABLES RESULTED IN POOR DELIVERY, AND OFTEN, HUN GER. 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