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

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Gallagh er and Shean at St. John s Oh, Mr. Miller, Oh, Mr. Miller Fourth High is the worst class I have ever seen. The pupils that are there Simply make me tear my hair. And there's not a single boy with knowledge in his bean. Oh, Mr. Gaines, Oh, Mr. Gaines The class of which you're speaking gives me pains. And I also fear. That there is no learning there. Absolutely, Mr. Miller? Positively, Mr. Gaines. Oh, Mr. Miller, Oh, Mr. Miller Helen Hilb is often seen with a grin, I could hardly believe my eyes, But she’s taking exercise, And I honestly believe she’s getting thin. Oh, Mr. Gaines, Oh, Mr. Gaines Have you noticed our little Benedict? He rides near and far. In his little Ford car. And uses slacomb on his hair to keep it slick. Oh, Mr. Miller, Oh, Mr. Miller. Harriet Law said her heart she would pawn. But she didn't dope it right, He goes to see her every night. It is George Daniel, Mr. Miller? No, Mr. Gaines, it’s Raymond Vaughan. Oh, Mr. Gaines, Oh, Mr. Gaines, Nothing pleases Louis more tluin music sweet and rare. So he will never roam, From his little home. Where he hopes to have a piano and a Player. Oh, Mr. Miller, Oh, Mr. Miller, Elizabeth Buchanan like a queen doth reign. She knows no greater joy. Than to vamp some silly boy. And they tell me she’s now almost conquered Spain. Twenty-Six

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is corulucted by Helen Hilb, who is meeting with wonderful success. Her business slogan is “A Mate Guaranteed”. She answered to her name and gave us a glowing account of the success of her work. She is happily married to one of her applicants. Jessie Young was absent, as she lives in New York City, where she a model for the latest Parisian styles. We were delightfully surprised to have Emma Jean Daniel walk in unexpected- ly. She is an English Instructor at Columbia University. She was on a speaking tour during the summer months for the betterment of the English language. She happened to hear of the reunion while she was in Columbia, through Carrol Bose- man, who is Pilot for the Airplane transportation line between Columbia and Darlington. Novice Kirven was not present, but I learned that she owns a ranch in Arizona and raises fine horses. She rode one of her best horses in a reecnt horse show and received the cup. An added variety of the festivity were some beautiful selections furnished by the High Hill Orchestra under the directions of Eleanor Flowers, who is now principal of this Institution. Other attractions were: a lecture by Elizabeth Buchanan, who, having traveled in Spain for 2 years, is now a teacher of Spanish literature, at Rock Hill, S. C., and a Quequeela Snake Dance by America’s premier dance instructor, who is none other than Leslie Edwards. I believe I have carried out Louis’ instructions and told you something about each one of the dear old class of ’24. All who were present sent you their love. Sincerely, HARRIET LAW. P. S. No doubt you are wondering whether or not I am going to tell you any- thing of myself. 1 took a course in domestic science and I am now engaged in teaching classes of men how to cook—age limits sixten to thirty. I have been very successful so far. H. L. 7 wen ty'Five.

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Oh, Mr. Gaines, Oh, Mr. Gaines, Emmett England saul you must sit tight, You mustn't move a wink. In fact, you can hardly think. If you ever expect to land a small Boatwright. Oh, Mr. Gaines, Oh, Mr. Gaines, Eleanor and Virginia vamp the young country swains. For they are two pretty Flowers, With a mono ply on rural bowers, Is that so, Mr. Miller? Certainly, Mr. Gaines. Oh, Mr. Miller, Oh, Mr. Miller, It seems to me that Jessie for one so young. Should be seen and not heard. But she's like a mocking bird. And it seems she simply cannot hold her tongue. Oh, Mr. Gaines, Oh, Mr. Gaines, The charms of one girl are past belief. She is tall and very fair. Blue eyes and curly hair, I'm speaking of, my friend, Pauline Moncrief. Oh, Mr. Miller, Oh, Mr. Miller, James Coggeshall says he doesn't like girls very much. Says he'd rather blow his horn. But he plays a tune forlorn. When with young Mary Gibson he gets in Dutch. Oh, Mr. Gaines, Oh, Mr. Gaines, They say that Dixon Broivn has shown no love. But I'm sure he's fond of birds For I heard him say these words, “I can't decide between a Parrott or a Dove.” Oh, Mr. Miller, Oh, Mr. Miller, Novice is no novice while driving her machine, For she knows to give it gas, When she wishes to go fast. And to stop it when she's out of gasoline. Oh, Mr. Gaines, Oh, Mr. Gaines, Leslie's record with pride I unfurl. He isn't at all shy. You may think this is a lie. But he has never been vamped by any girl. Twenty-Seven