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

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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

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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.

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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