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

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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

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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

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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.