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

Text from Pages 1 - 76 of the 1923 volume:

SENIOR EDITION, ST. JOHN’S BULLETIN, ST. JOHN S HIGH SCHOOL SENIOR EDITION ST. JOHN’S !923 ST JOHN’S HIGH SCHOOL DARLINGTON SOUTH CAROLINA SENIOR EDITION, ST. JOHN’S BULLETIN, ’23 FOREWORD THE AIM of this book is merely to record such incidents in the history of the Class of 1923 as will be pleasant to recall when memory is all that is left of our life at St. John’s SENI OR EDITION, ST. JOHN’S BULLETIN, ’23 TO. MR. ANGUS GAINEY Organizer and Director of St. John’s Orchestra In appreciation of his unselfish spirit and loyal service, we gratefully dedicate this volume SENIOR EDITION, ST. JOHN’S BULLETIN, ’2 ST. JOHN’S HIGH SCHOOL FACULTY MR. J. C. DANIEL Superintendent MISS SUSANNAH W. BRUNSON Principal—Latin, Mathematics, History MISS MARY VIRGINIA HORNE French, English, Latin MISS SARAH LOUISE MAGILL History, English, Mathematics MR. JOSEPH RODDEY MILLER English, Science MISS EDITH AUSTIN Mathematics, Latin MR. WILLIAM JUDSON GAINES Science, English ST. JOHN’S TRUSTEES MR. BRIGHT WILLIAMSON, Chairman MR. G. B. BRASINGTON MR. E. C. DENNIS MR. W. B BRUNSON MR. W. M. HAYNSWORTH MR. J. R. COGGESHALL MR. A. HYMAN MR. DORSEY SLIGH s ENIOR EDITION, ST. JOHN’S BULLET1 N, ’2 STAFF LURLINE PARROTT . ELIZABETH EARLY . DIXON DANIEL . . DOROTHY LONG . VERNON ALLEN . . NELLE GILBERT . . MARTHA NORMENT . LOUISE CONDER . . ROSE BIEDELL . . Editor-in-Chief Business Manager Art Editor Advertising Editor Assistant Business Manager Assistant Business Manager . Assistant Adv. Editor Assistant Adv. Editor . . . . Secretary CONTRIBUTORS VERNON ALLEN..........................Salutatorian MARY SUE HARRINGTON .... Historian LILLIAN TEW...................................Poet STUART HAYNSWORTH..........................Prophet CHARLTON LAW..........................Statistician PAUL HOWLE.................................Tattler HUGER KING................................Testator LURLINE PARROTT......................Valedictorian SENIOR EDITION, ST. JOHN'S BULLETIN, v TO MISS BRUNSON, Whose kindly guidance is the inspiration of our present and whose devoted service will linger a memory to gladden our after years, we lovingly dedicate this page SENIOR EDITION, ST. JOHN’S BULLETIN, '2 3 Colors: Garnet and Silver Flower: Red Carnation Motto: Labor omnia vincit VERNON ALLEN.................................President EVA TARTT.......................Vice President LeGRANDE HUMPHRIES . Secretary - Treasurer GRADUATES VERNON HAROLD ALLEN CURTIS CLEVELAND ALLEN FRANCES BIEDELL ROSE BIEDELL ANDRELLA BUCHANAN LOUISE BLANCHE CONDER WILLIAM SWINTON DOVE MARY ELIZABETH EARLY NELLE GILBERT ANNA ELOISE GOODSON MARY SUE HARRINGTON JAMES STUART HAYNSWORTH PAUL LAWSON HOWLE LANDY LeGRANDE HUMPHRIES BERTHA LOIS JOHNSON HUGER SINKLER KING CHARLTON EDWARD LAW DOROTHY LONG CLAUDIA MEYER MARTHA VIRGINIA NORMENT LURLINE PARROTT EFFIE AMELIA PLUMMER EDNA LEE SANFORD MARVIN FRANK SHARPE EVA BETHENIA TARTT LILLIAN TEW KATHLEEN WITHERSPOON II ■ E N I O R EDITION, ST. JOHN’S BULLETIN, 2H VERNON HAROLD ALLEN “There’s music here that softer falls Than petals of blown roses on the grass CURTIS CLEVELAND ALLEN “A man of cheerful yesterdays And confident tomorrows” � Vice-President Hayne Lit- erary Society; President Coker Literary Society; Pres- ident Senior Class; Assistant Business Manager Bulletin 1st term, ’22-’23; Business Manager 2d term, ’22 ’23; Orchestra; Assistant Busi- ness Manager ’23 Senior Edition; Senior Play. Secretary Coker Literary So- ciety; Joke Editor Bulletin ’23; Assistant Business Man- ager Junior Edition Bulletin. “SPORTY “CURT” SENIOR EDITION, ST. JOHN’S BULLETIN 9 ’2 3 FRANCES BIEDELL ‘‘Her voice was ever soft, Gentle and low” Censor St. John's Literary Society; Orchestra ROSE BIEDELL “Strong in will and rich in wisdom” Latin Club; Censor Lanier Literary Society; Orchestra; Secretary Senior Edition. “FANNY” “ROSA” ■ SENIOR EDITION, ST. JOHN'S BULLETIN, ’2.1 ANDRELLA BUCHANAN “She’s a winsome wee thing, She’s a bonnie wee thing” LOUISE BLANCHE CONDER “She doeth little kindnesses Which most leave undone” Basket-Ball ’23; Captain Basket-Ball Squad; Local Editor Bulletin; Censor Lan- ier Literary Society; Ser- enader; Senior Play. Critic Lanier Literary So- ciety '20; Vice-President St. John’s Literary Society; As- sistant Advertising Editor Senior Edition. SENIOR EDITION, S T. J O H N’S BULLETIN, ’2 3 WILLIAM SWINTON DOVE MARY ELIZABETH EARLY “He had withal a merry wit, And was not shy in using it” Foot-Ball ’21-’22; BaSe-Ball ’22-’23; Manager Base-Ball ’23; Censor Coker Literary Society ’22; Athletic Editor Bulletin ’23; Senior Play. A versatile and vivacious little miss with brains and executive ability” Secretary Lanier Literary Society; Basket-Ball ’21-’22- ’23; Captain Basket-Ball ' ’21-’22; Business Manager Senior Edition; Serenader; Senior Play. SENIOR EDITION, ST. J 0 H N ’ S BULLETIN LOIS AGNES FREEMAN “She keeps the golden mean Between spying too much and too little” NELLE GILBERT “Where comely grace and constant virtue dwell Member Society; Literary of Lanier Literary Member St. John's Society. Basket-Ball '22-’23; Vice- President St.John’s Literary Society '22; Critic Lanier Literary Society; Assistant Business Manager Senior Edition; Assistant Athletic Editor Bulletin; Senior Play. SENIOR EDITION, ST. JOHN’S BULLETIN, ’2 3 ANNA ELOISE GOODSON MARY SUE HARRINGTON “She's pretty to walk with And witty to talk with” “Her face makes sunshine in a shady place” Assistant Editor-in-Chief Ju- nior Edition; President St. John's Literary Society; As- sistant Local Editor Bulle- tin; Senior Play. Sponsor Base-Ball Team; Serenader; Secretary St.- John's Literary Society; Basket-Ball '21-'22-'23; Lo- cal Editor Bulletin; Histo- rian; Senior Play. SENIOR EDITION, ST. ]OHN'S BULLETIN, ’ 2 JAMES STUART HAYNSWORTH ‘Far may we search before we find A heart more noble or more kind PAUL LAWSON HOWLE Modesty seldom resides in a heart that is not enriched with nobler virtues” Secretary Coker Literary So- ciety; Joke Editor Bulletin ’22; Foot—Ball ’22; Base- Ball '22-’23; Vice-President Hayne Literary Society; Prophet Senior Class; Senior Play. Assistant Base-Ball Man- ager; Editor-in-Chief Bulle- tin ’23; Censor Hayne Liter- ary Society: Latin Club; Class Tattler. SENIOR EDITION ST. ] O H N' S BULLETIN , ’2 3 LANDY LeGRANDE HUMPHRIES BERTHA LOIS JOHNSON “Erse of langi:a°e is here. Backed by re dy wit and kindly heart” “A merry brown-eyed ma;d is she. With brains and courage to d) and dare” Base-Ball ’23 itor Bulletin; nior Cl ss; Medal 19 22; Proctor ’23; '22-2 3. ; Literary Ed- Secretary Se- Dec'aimer’s Senior Play; Cheer Leader Critic St. John's Literary So- ciety; Basket-Ball ’21-’22 ’23; Senior Play. “DACKY” “WHALEY, JR.” SENIOR EDITION, ST. J O H N'S BULLETIN, ’23 HUGER SINKLER KING “Match him if you can— A collection of all that is pleas- ant in man” CHARLTON EDWARD LAW “Keeping everlastingly at it brings success” Foot-Ball ’22; Base-Ball'22; Basket-Ball'22; Athletic Ed- itor ’22; Vice President Sophomore Class; Testator; Latin Club; Athletic Editor Junior Bulletin; Senior Play. Orchestra; Critic Hayne Lit- erary Society; Statistician. SENIOR EDITION, ST. JOHN’S BULLETIN, ’23 DOROTHY LONG CLAUDIA MEYER “Her dimples and smiles would stir the hardest heart Her eyes are blue, her hair it fair, Her laughter is but a ripple in the air” President St.John’s Literary Society; Advertising Editor Senior Edition. Basket-Ball ’22; Assistant Local Editor Bulletin. SENIOR EDITION, ST. JOHN'S BULLETIN MARTHA VIRGINIA NORMENT Mode3t and sweet as the daisies LURLINE PARROTT “In thy face I see The map of honor, truth, and loyalty” President La'rer Literary Society; Member LatinC’ub; 1 iterarv Fditor Bullet n F'rst Term: Librarian; As- sistant Advertising Fditor Senior Edition. Latin Club; Orchestra; Vice F resident L n’er Literary Society; President Freshman Class; Contributor to Echoes ’21; Basket-Ball ’20-’21; President Lanier Literary Society; Assistant Local Fd- itor Bulletin ’20-’22; Assist- ant Local Editor Junior Edi- tion Bulletin; Editor-in-Chief Senior Edition Bu'letin; Se- nior Play: Sereoader; Spon- sor Foot-Ba’l. “MOLLY “BABY SENIOR EDITION, ST. JOHN’S BULLETIN ’2 3 EFFIE AMELIA PLUMMER EDNA LEE SANFORD “As fleet as a deer, as a swallow on the Brsket-Ball '19-’20 graceful a? wing” When brains and heart and pluck combine. They make a reputation fine” Secretary St. John’s Literary Society; Senior Play. SENIOR EDITION, ST. J O H N’S BULLETIN, ’23 MARVIN FRANK SHARPE MAUD CLEO STOKES “My man’s as true as steel” “Thy modesty is a candle to thy merit” Manager Basket-Ball Team ’22; Captain Base-Ball Team ’23; Foot-Ball ’20-’21-'22; Manager Foot-Ball ’22; Bas- ket-Ball 22; President Soph- omore Class; President Ju- nior Class; President Hayne Literary Society; Chief Mar- shal ’22; Secretary Hayne Literary Society; Senior Play; President Coker Lit- erary Society. Member of St. John's Liter- ary Society. SENIOR EDITION, ST. JOHN’S BULLETIN, '23 EVA BETHENIA TARTT LILLIAN TEW “Impulsive, earnest, quick to act. “Rich in qualities of mind and And make her generous thought heart’’ a fact” Vice-President Junior Class; Vice-President Senior Class; Secretary Sophomore Class; Vice-President Lanier Liter- ary Society; Senior Play; Manager Basket-Ball’22-’23; Athletic Editor Bulletin ’23, second term. Censor Lanier Literary So- ciety ’21; Class Poet. “e: z:” “BILL” SENIOR EDITION, ST. J 0 H N’S BULLETIN._’2.1 RICHARD HILL TUTTLE KATHLEEN WITHERSPOON ‘‘A lad of mettle, aye! Every inch a man ' “There was a soft and pensive grace, A cast of thought about her face’’ Vice-Pres'dent Hayne Liter- arv Society; Foot-Ball ’19- ’2 0-’21-’22; Base-Bal' ’23; A ’1-State G :ard: Crlt'c Co- ker Literary Society. Vice-President St. John's I iterary Society. SENIOR EDITION, ST. JOHN'S BULLETIN, ’2 3 SALUTATORY WONDER if it is really necessary to try to tell you how glad we are to have you here tonight. Although we are young and inexperienced, we have already learned how inadequate words usually are when we try to express our deepest feelings. Since we cannot possibly put our thoughts into words, why should we try? And yet there is one word which we all wish to say to you, and to say in the right way—Welcome! The word that tries to assure you that you have well come; the word that was once given to her guests by a clever hostess in the following enigma: “My first I hope you are; my second I see you are; my whole I know you are.” This expresses our sentiment tonight: We hope you are WELL; we see you are COME, and we know you are WELCOME. Dear friends, to you this may be only a pleasant occasion; we shall certainly try to make it so. But after all, it is only one of many such occasions in your life. To us, it is a great event— a turning-point in our lives—an hour we shall recall with pleasure as long as memory shall last; for this closes an epoch in our indi- vidual histories. The most important period that we yet have known and the one of most value to our future—our high school career—is at an end. It also marks the beginning of a new era. Until now, we have been very closely under the guidance of parents and teachers. Henceforth, we must rely largely upon our- selves. Looking at it from this standpoint alone, it is indeed a momentous hour. But we are not daunted. The courage to do and dare is implanted in the breast of every true American, and the love of adventure springs continually in the heart of Youth. When we grow older we shall, no doubt, find much pleasure in recalling the part of life to which we are now bidding farewell. But, just now, that past is important to us only as a preparation for the real life, which begins tomorrow. We ask you then, to be glad with us tonight, to rejoice with us because we have run the course assigned us; to cheer us as we stand on tip-toe eager for the next lap of the race. VERNON ALLEN. SENIOR EDITION, ST. JOHN’S BULLETIN, ’23 PROPHECY OF CLASS OF 1923 One night last spring I was still worrying about that same old question of obtaining a prophecy for the Class of 1923. I had been puzzled about my class prophecy some time, for I could not imagine any possible means by which I could get a true one. Therefore. I had accomplished nothing. The clock had already struck eleven, so I thought I had better postpone my problem until the next day and go to bed. Before doing so I decided to allow myself a little recreation in which I could “listen in” over my radio. I put on the headphones and tuned in. I heard a few of the usual concerts one would hear over the radio at night. I had been listening some time when all at once the concerts seemed to die away. What could be the trouble? It was then five minutes to twelve, and I was just think- ing I would stop when I heard a faint whistle. After some diffi- culty, I tuned this down to a voice speaking. Ah, a woman’s voice! “I am the spirit of the future,” said the voice. “I know that you have been perplexed over your class prophecy, and I have taken pity on you and come to your aid. I am going to turn time for- ward fifteen years, so you may get your prophecy. It is now twelve o’clock. I will give you two hours in which to find out the future of all the members of your class, for since Fate dis- approves of my action, I can allow you only until two o’clock. Now, at that time Fate will interfere, so work hard!” I heard a low rumbling sound far away; gradually it became louder and louder. Suddenly the noise ceased and I heard a voice speaking. “This is station P. E. B., New York. We are broadcasting the evening program of the Conder Opera House. This is the largest and most famous opera house in the world, and is owned by the multimillionaire, Miss Louise Conder.” “Our next number will be a piano and violin selection by the famous Biedell Sisters. They are just back from Europe, where SENIOR EDITION, ST. JOHN'S BULLETIN, ’2 ■? they entertained such kings as are left with their fascinating music.” “Well, well!” I thought, as I listened to the music. “How proud Mr. Gainey must be of his ex-pupils, Rose and Fannie.” Now the music has stopped and the operator is announcing the next selection. “The next number from broadcasting station P. E. B., at the Conder Opera House, New York, will be a xylo- phone selection by Monsieur Vernon Allen.” “Well,” I murmured, “I always thought Vernon Allen would turn out to be a famous musician for he always seemed to have music at his very finger-tips.” Oh, he is through playing already, and now the operator is announcing again: “The next number from station P. E. B.. at the Conder Opera House. New York, will be a vocal selection by the Monthrox Quar- tet. These world-famed singers are Miss Lurline Parrott, soprano; Miss Mary Sue Harrington, alto; Miss Nelle GPbert, tenor, and Miss Lillian Tew, bass. Their first number will be the Sextette from ‘Lucia di Lammermoor.’ ” “A sextette! Well, this is the first time I ever heard a sex- tette sung by four people, but I have only to remember how accom- plished these girls were at High School. Pm not surprised that some of them have become such experts that they are able to sing two parts at once. Yes, there is Lurline singing soprano and tenor at the same time.” At this point the static was so loud that I lest the rest of this number, but soon tuned in with a new station. “This is station K. E. P., the Curtis Allen Jewelry Shop, Pu- laski, Texas.” “Pulaski?” I mused. “Why did Curtis go away out in Texas? I remember his enerjectic High School life when he could hardly decide to which one of his numerous sweethearts he would give his class ring. I suppose they all pursued him so that he had to take refuge in the wilds of Texas. Now he has a jewelry shop and 1 reckon he can supply them all. But, the operator is announcing the next number.” “The next number on our program will be a lecture, ‘The Im- portance of Better English,’ by America’s greatest better English worker, Miss Bertha Johnson.” “Well! I’m not surprised to learn that Bertha achieved fame, as she was always ambitious and hard working. I only hope they advertise her name well on hand bills wherever she goes to speak, SENIOR EDITION, ST. JOHN’S BULLETIN, '2S for if they don’t I guess she will refuse to appear as she did one time in High School when her name was left off the program for the class play! Now the operator is announcing again.” “The next number by K. E. P., the Curtis Allen Jewelry Co., Pulaski, Texas, will be a speech: ‘American Women Arise! Your Country Calls!’ by the new congresswoman, Miss Claudia Meyer, whom we are lucky in engaging for tonight’s program.” “I never would have dreamed that our blushing Claudia would ever become a member of congress,” I thought, as I looked at my watch. Twelve thirty-five! And all’s well, but I need more speed. Well, here is another one! I wonder what he is going to say? “This is station M. M. C., the Richard Tuttle Infirmary, Dar- 1‘ngton, S uth Carolina. The next number will be a talk, ‘How to Eecome a Trained Nurse,’ by Miss Martha Norment, who is th trained nurse in charge at ‘The Elizabeth Early School for Boys.’ ” “First ” she began. “I want to thank Dr. Richard Tuttle and his assistant. Dr. Frank Sharpe, for giving me the privilege of speaking to the young girls who wish to become trained nurses.” “So Frank and Tut are surgeons!” I exclaimed. “I know they are successful, they used to cut up so in school. And Elizabeth! I’m not surprised that she would decide to teach in a boys’ school! Gee whiz! It’s already five minutes to one! I guess I had better rush this thing up a bit. Let me see if I can’t get another station. Yes, here is one.” “This is station W. E. C., the Stokes and Sanford Canning Company, Dovesville, S. C.” “Well,” thinks I to myself, “back in high school Maud and Edna always looked ‘Can it!’ when any of us fellows got fresh. So I’m not surprised to learn that they have gone into the business of canning fresh things.” “The next number on our program,” I heard the operator say, “will be a talk by South Carolina’s famous society leader, Miss Totsy Buchanan.” “There! she has begun. Well, she seems to be just as Frank as she used to be, but not quite so Sharpe.” Here the static became so loud that I was unable to hear any more until the operator announced the next selection. “This is station W. E. C., Stokes and Sanford Canning Com- pany, at Dovesville, South Carolina. The next number on our SENIOR EDITION, ST. JOHN'S BULLETIN, '2H program will be the bedtime stories by Mr. LeGrande Humphries.” “I’m not interested in bedtime stories.” I said to myself; “but I just can’t resist listening for a minute. There is his voice!” “I am glad to have this opportunity to tell you bedtime stories, children, for I’ve been interested in little Tots ever since I was in high school.” “Phew! Why, it’s one o’clock. Well, the children went to bed earlier when I was a boy; but I guess this is such a fast age that they stay up now until one. Oh! here is another station.” “This is station K. S. D., New York’s largest Gift Shop owned by the philanthropist, Miss Eva Tartt. The next number on our program will be ‘“Advice to Parents,” by Reverend Paul Howie.” “What’s that Poke is saying?” I exclaimed in astonishment. “Parents, make your children study. Teach them the import ance of the school life; don’t let them lag behind, for lag.gers in school make laggers in life.” “That’s some talk Reverend Poke is making! He certainly got his experience from his high school life at St. John’s. Time is catching me, so I’ll have to work fast now. Oh! another sta- tion.” “This is station K. M. T., the Chicago Police Department. Last night a series of daring robberies occurred in Chicago. The robbers were so clever that the mystery could have been solved by no other than the famous detectives, Charlie Law and Dot Long.” “Yes, I always knew these two would become famous, and they certainly have! That seems to be all from them, so I guess I had better make it snappy and tune in with another one. “This is station W. E. C., broadcasting from the Eloise Goodson Baking Powder Company, Atlanta, Georgia.” Think of Eloise in the baking powder business! Why back in high school she used to say she never used face powder, so I’m a bit surprised that she would be connected with a powder company of any description. But the operator is still speaking.” “Our next number was to have been a talk entitled ‘When and When Not to Use the Lip Stick.’ by the famous actress, Kathleen Witherspoon. But we have just learned that her car, driven by her manager, William Dove, has been held up for speeding, so we will omit this number. “Atlanta gave a stenographers’ contest the other day, and Miss Lois Freeman won first prize as the fastest stenographer in SENIOR EDITION, ST. JOHN’S BULLETIN, ’23 Georgia. She is going to give an exhibition of her skill tonight by typewriting the words of the talk that ex-President Huger King is going to make for us now. Mr. King has just returned from a trip to Africa and he is going to tell of some of the hunting expedi- tions he made in the jungles in special search for Parrotts.” “Great stars!” I laughed. “It’s twenty minutes to two. I’ll have to leave you, ex-President King, and see if I can’t get the prophecies of my other classmates before it is too late. Ah! ha • here is another station.” “This is station K. L. A., the Effie Plummer Curling Iron Company, New York, the largest curling iron company in the world.” “So Effie owns a curling iron company! I remember how she used to curl her hair in St. John’s, and I suppose she became such an adept that she got employment in a curling iron company and worked up to the ownership of it. “The static again! I can’t hear a thing. Gee whiz! It’s five minutes to two, and I have learned the future of all of my class- mates—but what about my own!” I began turning the dials, trying to find another station, but I could hear nothing but a confusion of sounds. In a frenzy of excitement, I turned the dials this way, then that. Another pre- cious minute flew by. At last I heard a low whistle. I succeeded in tuning this down, but all I heard was a faint voice speak my name. That was all, for at that moment the clock struck two. Then I heard a rumbling noise that grew louder until it almost deafened me. Suddenly it ceased and all was silent. I heard no more. STUART HAYNSWORTH. SENIOR EDITION, ST. JOHN'S BULLETIN, ’23 CLASS POEM MY WISH If I had the wand of a fairy, Of magical power possessed, I’d wave it over you, classmates, And wish for your lives to be blest. II Blest with the love of your comrades, Blest with a zeal for the truth, Blest with the will to accomplish, Blest with the ardor of youth. III I’d wish for you homes that are happy; I’d wish for you skies that are bright, I’d wish for you work in the daytime, I’d wish for you rest thru the night. IV But since I’ve no wand of a fairy To do its magical part, I can but cherish these wishes In the depths of a friend’s loving heart. LILLIAN TEW SENIOR EDITIO N, ST. JOHN'S BULLETIN, ’2 3 HISTORY OF CLASS OF ’23 It was a bright morning in September, 1919, a day sparkling with hope and radiant promise, when the good ship St. John’s High School stood at anchor at the wharf of a new school year. The passengers were arriving. I was not among the lucky number but from many responsible voyagers I have procured this report. The first to step aboard was a little girl, who well might have played the part of Goldilocks in the famous nursery story— Totsy Buchanan, of course. She was at once joined by three of her friends, Louise Conder, Eloise Goodson, and Claudia Meyer. They were congratulating themselves upon the mutual pleasure cf longer companionship, when they turned to welcome some other passengers who had come from distant cities to take passage on the St. John’s High School. As the newcomers signed their names to the ship’s register, Totsy peeped over their shoulders and saw the names Lillian Tew and Frank Sharpe. She felt sure that their jolly natures would brighten for their shipmates many an other- wise gloomy hour. In a short time, they were joined by others, until every berth was filled. They were young, very enthusiastic, and asked many ques- tions of their Captain, Mr. Daniel, as to the incidents of their voyage and its probable length. They were assured that if they were persevering and diligent, they would come to the end of their voyage in four years. It was with very happy hearts that they waved their handkerchiefs from the deck to those left behind, as they steamed away from the wharf and out of the harbor, embarked for a four yours’ cruise on the waters of High School life. They soon felt at home with their pilot, Miss Brunson; the Captain, Mr. Daniel, and the other officers. Their fears as to shipwreck were wiped away in the assurance that so able a staff cf seamen had them in charge. The pilot explained to the voyagers that the voyage of High School life was to be over four seas, though the four bodies would be close together and would seem like one immense sea. They were told that they were now in the Freshman sea. Lurline Parrott, Martha Norment, Huger King and Paul Howie decided to accompany them instead of remaining with those on shore another year. Not long after starting, the good ship stopped to take up two more passengers, Eva Tartt and Nelle Gilbert. A few of the most mischievous passengers, Curtis Allen, Huger King, Stuart Haynsworth and Paul Howie, rocked the boat so often that the Captain threatened to put them ashore, but compromised by making them pace up and down the deck from two until three every day with guns on their shoulders. Almost before they knew it, they had sailed over Freshman sea into Sophomore. It would take too long to read the complete log of this eventful voyage. Bertha Johnson, Dorothy Long, Kathleen With- erspoon, Effie Plummer and Edna Sanford, in spite of their knock- ing and kicking in their Freshman voyage, were ready to continue and were back for the Sophomore trip. It was during this time that the Biedell sisters, Rosa and Fannie, began to divert the passengers with their delightful music, and to tempt their olfactory nerves with whiffs from the immense brown paper bags of goodies which they invariably carried. It was this year, too, that they were forced to transfer Totsy Buchanan to another ship, the steamer Rock Hill, bound upon a similar voyage. Except for these instances, this part of their voyage was somewhat humdrum and monotonous, and none of them was sorry to sail into a new sea. While sailing through the Junior sea, they were put under the special supervision of a very energetic and determined officer. Lieutenant Scott, who kept things humming and permitted no defection in duty. Especially severe did she prove toward a new passenger who embarked about this time from a little tug boat called Dovesville — one Bill Dove by name, whose love of fun and lazy, good-natured ways were a constant source of annoy- ance to the officer. However, they realize today that, had it SENIOR E D I TION, ST. JOHN'S BULLETIN, ’23 not been for this officer, many of them who are completing this voyage would have been long ago put ashore. When they were mid-way over the Junior sea, LeGrande Humphries and ye humble scribe were taken aboard. Having heard of this good ship, we were unwilling to travel on any other. What with hard work and what with occasional pleasure, this voyage passed all too quickly, and the last and largest sea of all spread out before us. Here we were joined by Maude Stokes; we also met the good ship Rock Hill, and took aboard again our friend Totsy Buchanan. It was in this sea that we put Vernon Allen in special charge of our business affairs and made him our spokesman upon all important occasions. This was by far the most eventful part of the whole trip. Beset with frequent little tempests due to the temper of Elizabeth Early, and occasionally almost becalmed by the deliberation of Charlton Law, we found no two days alike. It would be very interesting to tell of the many delightful experiences we had this year and the many things we learned about each other; but, after all, it vitally concerns none but our- selves, the few who still remain together and expect to land tomorrow at Commencement Wharf. We must not divulge the secrets of our shipmates. The most interesting and important history of any person is never given to the world. So let it be with the Class of ’23. Now we view the great ocean ahead—the sea of life — and feel that we have been fitted to weather its rolling waves and with- stand its every storm. But it is not together that we will journey upon this ocean. We must leave the old ship that has brought us safely across the stormy seas of the past; and, saying good-bye to our shipmates, each of us must launch upon strange waters in vessels of our own. We will go on writing new logs of greater adventures and yet more wonderful discoveries. The voyage of High School Life is at an end. The voyage of real life stretches before us. MARY SUE HARRINGTON S E N 10 R EDITION, ST. ] O H N’S BULLETIN, • 2 .1 CLASS GOSSIP I as Tattler will now present, My classmates as they are; The Historian of their past did hint, The Prophet their life afar. u? % Elizabeth Early is a flirt — To her ’tis joy of joys To get behind the teacher’s back And wink at all the boys. «£ V£ You’d think it was a picnic, But it’s only Fannie’s lunch; There’s nothing she likes better than From paper bags to munch. «? % 'M Vernon’s case is very sad. It makes us melancholy; His favorite books are flappers’ looks, And all they teach is folly. % as Most girls put on airs at times But somehow they look wrong, Dorothy’s airs are natural— She’s put them on so long. « Eloise is a gay coquette, A flapper and a vamp; It wouldn’t daunt her if Cupid’s hosts About her should encamp. S ENIO R EDITION, ST. J O H N’S BULLETIN, ’23 LeGrande is most efficient, There’s much that he does well, And when it comes to killing time, He can the world excel. VS vs vs If Bertha’s temper bursts into flame The world about her grows torrid; When she’s glad she’s very, very nice, But when she’s mad she’s horrid. vs vs vs All of us love the rainbow. With its wondrou , brilliant sheen; But when Claudia looks at the rainbow, She only sees Ray Greene. VS VS vs Whenever a girl falls ill at school And needs an ambulance, Charlton kindly drives her home But gives her not a glance. VS vs vs Martha likes a Junior, She speaks of him as “Him,” His mother calls him “Jamie” The boys all call him “Jim.” vs vs vs Now Edna’s mother really thinks Her little girl is shy, But you ought to see Miss Edna, When her mother isn’t nigh. VS Vi vs It isn’t a factory chimney, Sending that smoke afar, It’s only Curtis Allen Puffing a long cigar. SENIOR EDITION, ST. JOHN'S BULLETIN, ’23 I m sure you will all agree A lucky girl is Rose— She has a car and chauffeur And goes to all the shows. 11 l f I’ve heard it said on every side That Eva’s lost her heart; Perhaps that is the reason Her temper’s sometimes Tartt. I Frank is very fickle, So every one doth say; One day his heart is anchored home, The next ’tis far away. vs vs vs Louise says that cooking Is her favorite art; So she has learned the surest way To a fellow’s heart. vs vs vs We often see Miss Totsy Out with a handsome lad; But Frankly we’ll not tell his name Or Totsy will get mad. vs vs vs The bird that caught the Early worm, Surely was a Dove; For anything that’s Early, Can sure win William’s love. VS vs vs Since Lois likes a senior lad, To make him miss her sore, She spends at school one day a week, And spends at home galore. SENIOR EDITION, ST. JOHN'S BULLETIN, ’23 Lillian likes a certain lad, And he likes Lillian Tew; He lives far off in Norfolk, Beside the Ocean blue. a a? Where, oh where is Tut’s class ring? Where, oh where can it be? Make all the Juniors hold up their hands And Tut’s class ring you will see. a? a? a? Maud’s a little country mouse That comes to Town each day, Nibbles a while at learning’s page. Then quietly steals away. a? M Some like country fellows, Some like those from town, Some like them ruddy, some like them fair, But Nelle Gilbert likes them Brown. « M? a? Oh, maidens fair, if you wish To gain young Stuart’s ear, By all means, use the radio, Tis the only way he’ll hear. 'M a? a? Curiosity killed the yellow cat, But it can’t kill folks, I ween; For if it could I am very sure ’Twould have long since slain Kathleen, a? a? 'M Upon a course at Converse Lurline has fixed her mind, But in the walls of Wofford Her heart perhaps you’ll find. SENIOR EDITION, ST. JOHN’S BULLETIN, ’23 Huger, though young, is old enough This adage wise to know; The trumpet of your own praise Is the one you shouldn’t blow. «? Whether the day be bright and still, Or whether the winds be blowing, Thru calm and tempest, heat and cold Effie’s tongue keeps going. «? vs To learn the beau of Mary Sue I’m sure you all are willing; To tell it here would hardly do, But his last name rhymes with shilling. That Paul’s nick name is rightly Poke Nobody would gainsay; What he can put off for another time. He never does today. « Now I have told the truth as I see it, With malicious intent toward none, And I trust that I leave no heart-ache Now that my task is done. PAUL HOWLE, Class Tattler SENIOR ST. JOHN'S BULLETIN EDITION ’2 .9 STATISTICS This is one time when I feel that I have the undivided atten- tion of every girl in my class. You see, none of them is lacking in that very feminine quality, curiosity, and what I’m about to disclose has been carefully withheld until this hour. Of course, the boys aren’t particularly interested. In fact, they would prefev that these statistics be sealed up in Tutankahman’s tomb for another three thousand years. If you doubt this, observe their blushes as I read: Best All-round Girl............ —---------- Best All-round Boy................ _...... Prettiest Girl.............................. Handsomest Boy.................... _.....— Wittiest ............ -...-...-.......... Laziest..................................... Most Popular Girl........-......... -.....— Most Popular Boy............................ Most Conceited.™............................. Most Graceful....................-.......... Biggest Flirt (Girl ........... —.....— Biggest Flirt (Boy)......................... Most Studious............................... Most Talkative......................... — Sweetest Girl................................ Most Courteous Girl......................... Most Courteous Boy.......................... Neatest Girl................................ Neatest Boy................................. Happiest Girl............................... Happiest Boy.................................. Most Athletic Girl........................... Most Athletic Boy___________________________ Most Musical................................. Most Unselfish.............................. Most Bashful.................................. Most Inquisitive............................ Cutest ..................................... Best Natured................................ Most Obliging............................... Most School Spirited........................ Most Eloquent............................ j LURL1NE PARROTT FRANK SHARPE MARTHA NORMENT STUART HAYNSWORTH WILLIAM DOVE PAUL HOWLE LURLINE PARROTT FRANK SHARPE HUGER KING EFF1E PLUMMER ELIZABETH EARLY RICHARD TUTTLE ROSA BIEDELL EFFIE PLUMMER BERTHA JOHNSON LOUISE CONDER LURLINE PARROTT STUART HAYNSWORTH LURLINE PARROTT VERNON ALLEN MARY SUE HARRINGTON WILLIAM DOVE TOTSY BUCHANAN FRANK SHARPE EFFIE PLUMMER CHARLTON LAW CHARLTON LAW KATHLEEN WITHERSPOON TOTSY BUCHANAN CLAUDIA MEYER NELLE GILBERT EVA TARTT HUGER KING LeGRANDE HUMPHRIES Classmates, if what I have read gave offense to any of you, don’t blame me. If my vote were known, no doubt, it would please everybody. But remember, I was only E Pluribus Unus. CHARLTON LAW 0 SENIOR EDITION, ST. JOHN’S BULLETIN, ’23 THE WILL OF THE CLASS OF ’23 It has been a custom, almost since the world was first inhab- ited, for men, when they found they must die, to bequeath to their successors the things that they knew from experience would be most beneficial to them. We, who have completed the course prescribed by the trustees and teachers of St. John’s, who have “climbed on stepping stones of our dead selves to higher things,” and have our diplomas almost in our hands, realize that the first step of our life’s history has much of value to you, our schoolmates, who are still climbing the ladder we have already climbed. Of course, the class of ’23 is a remarkable class, and, even if the class of '24 stands on its tiptoes, we fear it can never attain the renown and glory of the class of ’23. Still we have been taught to do all we can do for others, and we hereby, in making this, our last will and testament, pray that you Juniors will realize the honor that is being conferred on you. We are. indeed, open- ing Pandora’s box and laying the contents at your feet. To begin with: A big sack of salt we have to bestow, on two of our school- mates, who need it full sore. Oh, Boseman and Hyman, we pity your need, and know you’ll appreciate our generous deed. The freshness which often you’ve had cause to lament, you may banish if you take this gift we present. Now, Curtis tells us ’tis his ardent desire, his loved razor should go where its need is most dire. So we’ve decided this heir- loom should go to an unshorn youne Junior whom all of you know — the bearded Bob Hart, whose long, tousled locks frighten the crows from the farmers’ corn-stalks. O. Broadus, we hear since you’ve put on long pants, you are trying in vain to learn how to dance. Effie has grace enough and to spare, and kindly bestows upon you a big share. Now, Martha and Lois and little Louise, and Kathleen With- erspoon and Maud, if you please, give their dignified ways and manners demure, to Miss Helen Hilb, who needs ’em, I’m sure! The peppery temper of Elizabeth E., which has oft caused the people around her to flee, we leave to Coach Rogers, Misses SENIOR EDITION, ST. JOHN'S BULLETIN, ’3J Austin and Lake, to warm up their rooms when the cold makes them quake. There is a young lady, Rose Biedell by name, whose knowl- edge and conceit have acquired much fame. To the faculty of these she gives a good share, to be divided among them as Mr. Daniel thinks fair. The balance at interest, a right goodly sum, is left to the needy for ages to come. Now, the sweet disposition of Fannie Biedell, which all of us know and honor so well, we give to the teachers, which we hope they’ll use on Monday morning, when they’ve nerves and the blues. The chip which our Bertha on her shoulder doth wear (if you know her temper, don’t touch it — beware!), we have taken away from her against her desire, and leave to the janitor to split up for fire. Now one Charlton Law is a serious young lad: we believe it would give him a pain to be glad. This serious aspect, with his studious ways, goes to Bill, son of Howard, who occasionally strays from the path of the student and plays monkey tricks and makes on his conduct not much above nix. ’Twas Lurline’s ambition in her books to excel, and there’s never a teacher but would say she does well. These studious habits, with her dignified mien, are left to Miss Gibson — she needs them, I ween. Now. Fmma lean Daniel can’t put on at all: therefore, to her we think should befall the gushing ways of Miss Dorothy Long and the simpering words that fall from her tongue. Now, the affairs de couer of debonair Frank, we have put out at interest in Dan Cupid’s bank, and Walter F. Dargan is named as his heir and must use his inheritance in pursuit of the fair. Now, Claudia Meyer is a girl who can blush, and Louis is a lad whom the maidens all rush. So Claudia gives her blushes to Lou to mantle his cheeks when the maidens pursue. The wit and humor of our friend William Dove shall go to a Junior who’s greatly in love. This gift James will find will do him no harm, when Annie Lee Sharpe he is seeking to charm. Now. Eva and Totsy will gather much praise, for they’ve dis- posed of their cute flapper ways. To Pearlie and Edna and to young Carrie D., and to Emma and Vivian they give them, you see. Now, the procrastinating ways of our beloved Paulus “Poke” have been commented on ’til they’ve become the class joke. He SENIOR EDITION, ST. JOHN’S BULLETIN, ’ 2 :t leaves them to one who has never been known her work or her lessons one hour to postpone — Elizabeth Buchanan. And to his namesake, Miss Dove, he leaves his young heart brimming over with love. The stylish young gentleman who now holds the chair, has written a book with pains and with care. “The Memoirs of a Teahound” is the name it doth hold, and there is one who wiH value it better than gold. For Kimory Stanley, a “teahound” would be, so this book goes to Kimory by Vernon’s decree. Nelle Gilbert’s a girl whom the lads aU admire, and one D:xon Brown for her hand doth aspire. She can’t give it yet— she needs it, you know; but her class ring so precious to Dixon shall go. Now, if there ever was a class that could sound its own praise ’tis the class to whom I’m writing these lays. So to you as a whole goes a big brazen horn, to sound forth your praises from evening ’til morn. But when you are Seniors, you’ll learn ’tis not wise your own gifts and achievements too highly to prize. Now, Class of ’24, no doubt some of you are hurt, some surprised and others are even disappointed; but “truth will out” and “truth hurts,” and I have only done my best in making this last will and testament of the Class of ’23. Of course, some of you will profit by this, others will not; but if you do not, and go through the School of Experience, you will find the road rocky and hard. HUGER KING SENIOR EDITION, ST. JOHN’S BULLETIN, ’23 HERR EKSTROM AND THE AMERICAN SPY “Good-bye and good luck, old top,” said Lieutenant Paige, as he climbed into his aeroplane, preparing to return to the American Aviation Field No. 3, back of the Allied lines. “I’ll be here at ten tomorrow night,” replied Captain Lanyard. “And remember, don’t land until you see my signal. We don’t want a batch of Huns butting in at the last minute, if I happen to get back here safe.” As the aeroplane rose, Paige waved a last farewell and headed for the Allied lines. Captain Lanyard, an American spy, had been dropped in the rear of the German lines in a large open space in some woods. This was the third trip he had made since the Americans had entered the war, and each time he had carried back valuable information. He was dressed in German uniform and was to go into the German lines, get what information he could that would be of help to the Allies, and be back at the same place he had been left the following night. Lanyard looked at his watch. It was nine-thirty. He quick- ened his walk and entered the woods. A half-mile walk through the woods would take him to the ammunition road, leading to the trenches. He was within twenty paces of the road when he was sum- moned to halt. Turning around, he faced at least ten German soldiers. He was marched to the road, and there he saw a com- pany of soldiers waiting. An officer approached him and said in perfect English: “Luck is against you tonight, is it not. Herr Captain? My men heard your plane, but failed to reach it in tim to get your friend, so they allowed you to walk in peace to the road for fear you would attempt to dodge them in the woods.” The officer speaking was Captain Ekstrom, in charge of the company of soldiers. He was very tall, well built, and had black SENIOR E D1T10N, ST. JOHN’S BULLET I N, ’2 3 hair and steel-gray eyes. Minus the large mustache, one would take him for anything but German. Turning to a lieutenant, Captain Ekstrom said: “Swartz, take charge of the company and report to General Vcn Harden at the trench headquarters. I’ll take charge of the American swine.” Lanyard was carried to a dugout farther down the road, where he was left with two guards. “This man is to remain with you until I return, and that will be either tomorrow afternoon or night. But no one is to see him until I return. Do you understand, imbeciles?” Captain Ekstrom then disappeared in the woods. “Well, it’s the firing squad for me. But why should that officer walk all the way here with me instead of sending the soldiers? And why did he tell me what he did before he left here?” Lanyard was trying desperately to straighten things out in his mind, but only one thing was clear, and that was that he did not have much longer to live. Captain Ekstrom returned at nine o’clock with six Prussian guards. “Well, Captain,” he said to Lanyard “would you not like to go back to your landing place to die? What a pleasure it would be for your friend to return and find, instead of the valuable information you were to get, your dead body! And we could get him also when he returned!” Lanyard made no reply. He was placed in front of the soldiers and they started on their return to the landing place of the American spy. At nine-thirty o’clock, Lanyard was blindfolded and placed against a large tree. “When I drop my handkerchief,” said Captain Ekstrom to the guards, “fire — and don’t miss your mark!” At exactly nine-forty, Ekstrom raised his handkerchief and gave the order to fire. Lanyard fell limp to the ground. “You men return to the dugout and wait there until I return. I am going to wait and get the other American swine.” SENIOR EDITION, ST. JOHN'S BULLETIN, ’23 Captain Ekstrom waited until the men had disappeared and then walked over to Lanyard. “You obeyed my orders fine,” he said. “But why am I not dead?” said Lanyard. “Why did your men not kill me, and why did you tell me to fall when they fired?” “There’s no time for an explanation now,” said Ekstrom. “It is time your friend was showing up. But, to make a long story short, I loaded the guns. The shells were all blank, and I told you to fall so that they would think you dead. I am an English spy. I have been in the German lines three months, but I have kept in touch with the English spy system all the time. But here comes your man now. I will explain more later. My work here is complete, and I would like to return with you. You can turn me ov3r to the English spy system to be sure that I’m not a German spy.” VERNON ALLEN SENIOR EDITION, ST. JOHN’S BULLETIN, '2.1 VALEDICTORY They say that a woman always likes to have the last word. I must be the exception that proves the rule, as I would much rather some one else would say it on this occasion. For that last word must be, Good-bye. The word, parting, suggests a meeting. Here our thoughts go back to the meeting of the class of ’23 in the golden days of last September, when, flushed with the buoyancy of youth and with the pride and importance of our Senior privileges, we formed cur class organization. To some it might seem a trivial affair, but to us it was far different. We felt that we were making his- tory in electing our class officers, and in choosing our colors, flower, and motto. It is of the last, our motto, that I wish to speak tonight. Labor omnia vincit — Labor overcomes all obstacles. It has been said, and perhaps truthfully, that labor is becoming more and more distasteful to mankind. This is proved by the many labor-saving devices which are at the command of us all. We press a button and the room is flooded with light; we press another and the kettle begins to boil; we turn a spigot and lo! our bath is ready; we place a receiver to our ears and hear the voice of some great man speaking to us from across the seas; we step on the accelerator and shortly find ourselves in a neighboring State. Is it any wonder that the youths of today, with all these devices and inventions at their hands, rebel against the slow process of toil and labor and self-sacrifice? But we cannot forget that one of the principles upon which this universe is founded is that noth- ing worth while is accomplished without great labor. In the Garden of Eden. God said to Adam, “In the sweat of thy brow shalt thou eat bread.” One of the commands from Mt. Sinai was, “Six days shalt thou labor.” This command is meant for all who live upon the earth. Each has his task which no other can perform. To seek to escape this, means only failure, sorrow, and disappointment. It fills us with awe merely to contemplate what has been accomplished through the human hand directed by the human mind. It seems almost that man has accomplished the impossible— stopping at no obstacle in nature: tunneling mountains, bridging seas, transforming deserts into blooming gardens, forcing the SENIOR EDITION, ST. JOHN’S BULLETIN, ’23 mighty cataract to turn the wheels of industry, building his road- ways beneath vast rivers, bringing the lightning down from the clouds to cook his food ; mounting upon wings of heaven and cleav- ing the skies, using the very ether itself as a vehicle for sending b’s voice to the remotest corners of the earth. Truly, Labor omnia vincit. Coming nearer home — to the campus of St. John's — think of the many generations of men and women who have labored to give us this, the school of our hearts. Every industrious citizen of Darlington, from the days of its first beginning, who by toil and labor has maintained a home, has indirectly through the medium of taxes had his share in establishing and promoting this institution. Think of the debt we owe those who as trustees have sacrificed their own time and interest for the welfare of the youths of the town. Think of the teachers, many of whom have long since passed to their reward, who through heat and cold have gone to their daily task, given their very heart-strength to train- ing those who were to become the Citizens of Darlington. Think of the boys and girls who, sacrificing pleasure for duty, have heroically done their work day by dav within those walls and have gone forth to win laurels for St. John’s and Darlington. It is due to these men and women, these boys and girls, that St. John’s ranks as she does today among the highest schools in all the South. Labor omnia vincit. In our individual lives, each one of us owes more than he can ever realize to the labor and sacrifice of others. Most of all are we indebted to our parents. Ceaseless labors and sacrifices unnum- bered were theirs that we might without hindrance pursue our education. Truly, it is at their feet that we should lay our diplomas. Classmates, we have labored together for eleven eventful years. Let us rest here a while amid the old familiar scenes before we agam face the future and the tasks it holds. Let us linger in farewell with the friends from whom we must now part, our teachers and our schoolmates. Doubly dear do they seem now when we realize that the hour of parting is upon us. To our superintendent, our principal, and our teachers we owe obligations that can never be paid. We feel that the greatest loss we shall experience in leaving St. John’s will be the giving up of their counsel and advice. Especially shall we feel the loss of the counsel of our principal, the particular friend and adviser of every Senior class. Still we realize that we shall not lose their guidance SENIOR EDITION, ST. JOHN’S BU LLETIN, '2 3 altogether, for the influence that they have exerted over us will remain with us forever. And our fellow-students! They have shared with us the joys and trials of our school life, and in turn will take the places that now are ours. May they labor even more diligently than we have and reap still greater rewards. To their keeping we leave that “most nrecious fragment of the earth,” St. John’s! May they guard her honor as a precious jewel, and may she gather them to her wings as a hen gathers her brood. And now, dear classmates, comes the hardest part of all: “Farewell, a word that hath been and must be a word that makes us linger.” As we worked and played together in the carefree way of youth, we never dreamed that the parting was so near or would be so hard. But the wrench must come • the clock strikes the hour. One word more and we part. What better word than this, the complement of our own motto, a benediction to those who toil: “This is the gospel of labor; ring it, ye bells of the kirk; The Lord of Love came down from above to live with the men who work. This is the rose that He planted here in the thorn-cursed soil, Heaven is blessed with perfect rest, but the blessing of earth is toil.” LURLINE PARROTT ■ SENIOR EDITION, ST. JOHN’S BULLETIN, ’23 ATHLETICS MARY SUE HARRINGTON Baseball Sponsor SENIOR EDITION, ST. J O H N’S BULLETIN, ’21 Here’s to Miss Horne! ’Twas sure a kind fate That sent her to Darlington from the old Tarheel State, With her sunshiney face and her gay, buoyant step, To whoop up the games and give the teams pep! She’s made herself one of us — we love her so well. We hope that forever among us she’ll dwell! % Here’s to our coaches, tried and true, Who valiantly fought for the White and Blue— Coach Rogers, Coach Miller, Here’s to you! Successful and happy may you both ever be; In the big game of life only victory see; Long may you live — and live here in D-------! FOOTBALL SQUAD, 1922 BASKET-BALL SQUAD, 1922 - 1923 SENIOR EDITION, ST. JOHN'S BULLETIN, SENIOR EDITION, ST. JOHN’S BULLETIN, ’2 .v ST. JOHN’S I The old trees spread their sheltering wings, The creek is softly flowing; A Southern sky looks kindly down, A Southern breeze is blowing. Chorus St. John’s, dear Alma Mater! Beloved e’en from childhood days! Distance can ne’er divide us Or time dull our loyal praise. II The torch that you have lit for us, Our ways will e’er be guiding, And the lessons you have taught to us, Within our hearts abiding. Ill When we go forth at life’s stern call We still shall hear you saying, From out the path that duty marks Our feet must ne’er go straying. —S. W. B. (Set to Music by Mr. Gainey) SENIOR EDITION, ST. JOHN'S BULLETIN, � 2.7 JOHNNY Mascot of the Class of ’23 Love us, love our dog cADVERTISEMENTS Patronize those who patronize us: turn the pages and learn their names WOODS DARGAN ...LAWYER... Office, City Hall Building DARLINGTON, S. C. 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OF DARLINGTON PHONE 166 EVERYTHING FOR EVERYBODY HANAN SHOES, KNOX and STETSON HATS, CHENEY SILK TIES, CURLEE and ROBERTS WICKS CLOTHING FOR MEN; ROBERTS- JOHNSON RAND SHOES FOR CHILDREN, BLACK CAT HOSIERY, LaCAMILLE COR- SETS, DUTTENHOFFER-STEVENS and ZEIL- GLER BROTHERS SHOES, HUDNUT’S and VANTINE’S TOILET ARTICLES for Women. A COMPLETE STOCK OF DRY GOODS IN EVERY PARTICULAR CALL 307 — WE WILL BE PLEASED TO SERVE YOU W. D. COGGESHALL CO. DRY GOODS DEPARTMENT « % 'M OUR STOCK OF GROCERIES Is complete in every way. Our prices are rea- sonable and our delivery prompt. We give each and every order given us our careful attention, and it is our pleasure to serve you. We are headquarters for Florida and Local Vegetables. When in need of anything in our line, call No. 6. ONCE OUR CUSTOMER, ALWAYS OUR CUSTOMER W. D. COGGESHALL CO. RETAIL DEPARTMENT WE WISH Each of the Graduating Class a Happy and Prosperous Future THE SOUTHERN COTTON OIL CO. OWEN - WOODWARD CO. BETTER TIRES ... 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But those who patronize “The Old Barn” find it a mighty good place to do business. ANGUS GAINEY DAY BY DAY, in Every Way, the People Are Growing Wiser and Wiser : Buying Their Groceries From ALLEN’S CASH GROCERY PHONE 69 DARLINGTON, S. C. AUTOMOBILES REAL ESTATE W. P ’. LAW RENTALS INSURANCE YOU CAN, AT A SMALL COST, Protect yourself against financial loss and possible ruin, by insuring your crop against loss by hail. The Hartford and the Home of New York, two of our leading companies, are now writing hail insurance. For information, call on Darlington Underwriters Agency 1121 2 CASHUA ST. DARLINGTON, S. C.