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

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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.

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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.

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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