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

Text from Pages 1 - 60 of the 1929 volume:

■j 3 SENIO% EDITIOR ST JOHNS TULLETITl 1929 ST. JOHN’S HIQH SCHOOL cDAKLIN jTOsH!C oiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii FOREWORD IIIIS LITTLE BOOK does not claim to ' be an annual, dear reader, but merely a mag- azine issue of St. John’s Rulletin. We trust that you will find some little pleasure in reading its pages and exercise more than a little charity in judging its merits. immminiiiiiiiimummimummiiiiiimimimiimmim 111111111111111� imiimiiiHiiiimiiiiMit 1111111111111111111111 Two TO THE MOTHERS OF THE CLASS OF ’29 TO YOU whose never-ceasing care Has guided us tenderly everywhere, Whose smile has pierced our darkest gloom And in our hearts commands much room; Whose never-tiring sympathy, As wide and boundless as the sea, Has seen our castles burst and fall, And then built back each castle w'all — In sincere appreciation of you Who helped to make our dreams come true, We dedicate with fondest love This book, and hope that it will prove A garden of memories most dear When we to you are no longer near. ''I...I.........I.....HIM.................... nil................... Ill.....HIM.....HHHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIHIIIHIIIIIIII� Thru STAFF Editor-in-Chief . . . Business Manager . . Senior Editor . . . Assistant Senior Editor Literary Editor . . . Sports Editor . . . Joke Editor .... Club Editor .... Advertising Editor . . Under Class Section Faculty Supervisor . . . BLANCHE DENNIS .... BILLIE KIRVEN ......... MARY WARE GENEVIEVE PENDERGAST . . . . GRACE DUTTON . . . BOB LUMIANSKY .... ALBERT COUCH . HANNAH SUE COKER . . . . FRANK CLIFTON ........ ELLEN LYLES .... MISS BRUNSON CONTRIBUTORS Prize Poem........................................SUE JAMES Prize Story.......................................JANE PARKER Poems................ANNA WARE. ELSIE MURPHY, DICK VAUGHAN Short Story..................................... BLANCHE DENNIS Class Prophecy....................................MARY WARE Class History....................................ALBERT COUCH Class Poem.......................................BLANCHE DENNIS Advice to Juniors.................................HAZEL BYRD Statistics........................................JOHN KILGO Four TRUSTEES OF ST. JOHN’S W. B. BRUNSON, Chairman G. B. BRASINGTON J. P. BRUNSON J. R. COGGESHALL E. C. DENNIS W. M. HAYNSWORTH A. HYMAN J. F. PATE T. D. SLIGH FACULTY OF ST. JOHN’S MR. J. C. DANIEL....... MISS SUSANNAH W. BRUNSON MISS VIVIAN PETTIS . . . . MISS LOLLIE BARBARE . . . MR. RALPH BARBARE . . . MISS MYRA WILLIAMS . . . MISS SUSIE OSTEEN .... MISS BESS HUGHES .... MISS GRACE SEABROOK . . MISS MARTHA SANDERS . . MR. WILLIAM S. HOOLE . . . MISS GLADYS DAVIS .... . . . . Superintendent ..............Principal .................History .................English Mathematics and Physics ...............Science . . . Latin and French . . . Home Economics .............Mathematics Mathematics and Science ...............English Commercial Department Fire President........................................ HUGH DARGAN Vice President......................................JOHN KILGO Secretary...........................................MARY WARE Treasurer...................................HANNAH SUE COKER Motto: “What’s brave, what’s noble, let’s do it” Flower: Larkspur Coloi’s: Lavender and Green II i i THE END OF THE BEGINNING CLASS POEM The sun of our days is setting, The evening shadows begin to fall; Our high school days have crept away And to our ears comes life’s stern call. Those golden days of happiness When our cup was full to the brim Are slowly fading, leaving us To meditate, as they grow dim. But, behold, a new vista of life Has revealed itself to our gaze: New plans, golden opportunity, Higher aims for the coming days. If there is anything in our past life, Any deed that would cause us regret, Let’s bury it in hopes for the future; In striving anew, this deed we’ll forget. Always deep down in memory’s soul We’ll love and cherish this past, as a tool Which molded our crude and youthful minds To graduate in life’s pitiless school. Six BLANCHE DENNIS WILLIE BANKS Although there’s not much of Willie, and what there is of him generally arrives late, we always appreciate him when he gets here. He isn’t bashful in the least and corrects even the teachers if they need it. We proph- esy that some day he’ll be the President’s personal adviser — if not the President himself. Member Hayne Literary Society, '26: Member Coker. '28. '29: Censor Hayne. '27: Cheer Leader, '28, '29: Delta Club. HAZEL BYRD Most striking point: That broad, contag- ious smile. Chief merit: Total abstinence from the evil habit of study. Greatest talent: Being comedian in Senior Class Play. Favor- ite indoor sport: Teasing us (and the teach- ers) until we are willing and almost anxious to do violence. The mystery is: How did we ever make St. John’s go before Hazel started to school, and now that he is about to leave, will it stop ? Hayne Literary Society. '26; Secretary Coker, '27; Vice President Coker. '28: President Coker, '29: Football. '27. '28; Assistant Captain Foot- ball, '28: Baseball. '29: Senior Play: Reporter Junior Bulletin. '29; President Junior Class: Marshal, '28; Adviser to Juniors. '29; Delta Club. FRANK CLIFTON Frank will succeed in life as a gloom-dis- perser. He uses his mouth for a good many things, not the least important of which is the production of giggles. He isn’t in the least the slave of circumstances as far as giggles are concerned. If something tickles him, he giggles, regardless. And, strange to say, nobody ever minds — most people join in. Coker Literary Society. '26: Critic Coker. '27; President Coker, '29; Orchestra. '26. '27, '28, '29; Football. '27. '28: Baseball. '28. '29: Joke Editor Junior Bulletin; Advertising; Manager Echoes. '29: Senior Play. •Utrt'n ELIZABETH CODY Elizabeth has a conscience. It gets in her way at times. She usually manages to keep it satisfied, but she almost devotes her life to its service. She seldom asks any ques- tions, but we prophesy that she can answer most any you can ask her. There’s one out- standing characteristic that sheds glory on her name — she can be depended on to do what she says she will do. Our blessings rest upon her. Member St. John’s Literary Society, '26: Sec- retary St. John's, '28: Member Program Com- mittee St. John's. '27; Glee Club. '29; Member Student Council, '27. '28; Delta Club. '27. '28, '29. HANNAH SUE COKER She’ll fool you with her serious looks, but beware of her line, you prudent youths! That hair of hers might well be taken as a danger signal. Hannah Sue started out to be a pillar of St. John’s society, but she got frivolous in her old age. We’re glad of it. There are plenty of pillars, but TRY to find another Hannah Sue ! Member Lanier Literary Society. '26, '27; Cen- sor Lanier, '28; President Lanier, '29: Vice President Junior Class; Class Treasurer, '29: Senior Play: Town News Editor of Bulletin. '29: Club Editor Echoes. '29. HUGH COLVIN Hugh has the energy of a st'ck of dyna- mite. He does things with a speed that leaves us gasping. Give him enough scops and he’ll revolutionize the world. He looks energetic, too. His eyes always look as if he is intent on some great and glorious course. Whatsoever it is, we’re batting on it. Go to it, Hugh. St. John’s is backing you. Member Coker Literary Society, '26, '27. '28: Vice President Coker, '29: Orchestra. '26. '27. 28, '29: All-State Orchestra. '29; Senior Play. Eight ALBERT COUCH Albert is really too handsome. Even boys stare at him in a dazed sort of way — and the poor girls never come out of the fog. He conquers all his problems with that tri- umphant air of a true hero. His record at St. John's shows him to be an able worker. Orchestra, ’26. '27. ’28: Member Hayne Literary Society. '26, '27; Program Committee Coker. '28: Censor Coker, '29; Secretary-Treasurer Coker.'29: Manager Football,'28 ; Baseball,'29; Business Manager Junior Bulletin; Assistant Business Manager Bulletin.'28; Business Man- ager Bulletin, '29; Business Manager Senior Play; Joke Editor Echoes; Bell Monitor; Class Historian. ’29; Delta Club, '26, '27, '28, 29. HUGH DARGAN “I wish I was a little rock, a-setting on a hill A-doing nothin' all day long but jes' a-setting still: I wouldn't eat; I wouldn't sleep; I wouldn't even wash — Pd jes' set still a thousand years and rest myself, b'gosh! That's Hugh! It's not that he's lazy. Nothing like that. He's just — er-er — placid. However, in spite of his sedentary tendencies, he was elected class president. Member Hayne Literary Society, '26: Censor Hayne, '27. ’28, '29; Marshal. '28; President Senior Class. '28, '29. SARAH DARGAN She is a meek-looking child, and thus impresses one at first — but (like Rose- Marie) “there’s a little devil in her eye. She has a right to expect good sportsman- ship, because she always gives it when it is expected of her. We have no reason to sus- pect she'd do such a thing, but we firmly believe that if she ever does eat jam on the sly, she'll share it with her buddy and then take her spanking like a man. Member Lanier Literary Society,'26,’27; Mem- ber St. John’s. '28; Vice President St. John’s, '28; Vice President Class. ’27; Reporter Bulle- tin, '28; Exchange Editor Bulletin, '28: Book Monitor. ’29; Senior Play. ■ .You BLANCHE DENNIS “No matter what the game she plays. She puts her whole heart in it — She doesn’t sniffle when she’s beat. Whate’er the play, she dares it; And if she goes down to defeat, She grins and gaily bears it.” Pardon the outburst of poetry, but Blanche is a good sport. She goes about her busi- ness with a placidity that amounts almost to a trance, at times. But, as she and Caesar — equally skilled in classics — say, “Veni, vidi, vici.” Member Lanier Literary Society, '2G; Censor Lanier, '27; Member St. .John’s, '28, '29; Moni- tor, '29; President Sophomore Class; Manager Basket-ball,'28: Vice President Glee Club,'29; Senior Play; Sponsor Football Team. '28; Class Poet, '29; Editor-In-Chief Echoes, '29. GRACE DUTTON It is not often that so many contradictory qualities are found in one person as are found in Grace. Pretty yet wise; musical yet practical; an earnest student yet a merry play-fellow; a charming coquette and yet a loyal friend. Match her if you can ! Member Lanier Literary Society. '26. '27, '28; Vice President St. John's, '29; Cheer I,eader. 28, '29; Senior Play; Glee Club, '29; Literary Editor Echoes, ’29: Delta Club. '26, '27, '28, '29. HOWARD EDWARDS Where’s the chemistry assistant ? Where’s Howard ? The chemistry students almost . have to get out a microscope to find him he’s so small. Howard is composed, chem- ically speaking, of C 12 N 22 Oil. This substance has a melting point of 160 de- grees, but just mention some of the Junior girls to Howard and he’ll easily melt at the North Pole. Critic Colter Literary Society, '28; Parliamen- tarian Coker. '28; Honor Committee, '27, '28: Joke Editor Bulletin, '29; Delta Club. Ten JENNIE ERVIN The old woman who lived in the shoe had nothing on Jennie. She is so used to a lot of children that nothing less than an orphan asylum will satisfy her in the future. Jennie could write a book on “My Favorite Recipes.” She simply adores cooking, and we simply adore eating what she cooks. Cooking and basket-ball are her favorite sports. Member St. John's Literary Society. '28: Mem- ber Lanier. '29; Book Monitor, '29: Basket- ball. '28. '29: Senior Play; Athletic Editor Bulletin, '29. SADIE GOODSON Sadie gives the impression of being very reserved, an admirable trait, but rather ter- rifying to Freshmen. But you should know her — no kidding. She’s a peach, and those gray eyes of hers would have inspired as much poetry in another time as Elaine’s. In this age, though, they inspire something else, no doubt quite satisfactory to their owner. Lanier Literary Society, 26. ’27. 28, ’2ft; Delta Club. '26. 27; Senior Play. MARY SUE GREY It is hard to explain Mary Sue. She is as smart as a whip, and has worlds of real ability. Do you think she ever uses it? No; she does otherwise and acts as if she’s almost ashamed of the brains she has. She is the most “perfect lady” we ever knew. Sometimes it’s hard to believe she is as inno- cent-minded as she really is. Her weakness is “Frank”ness. She may get over it, but then, she may not. Member Lanier Literary Society. '2U. '27. '28, '29; Chairman Program Committee Lanier.'27; Monitor. '29; Secretary Lanier Literary Soci- ety, '29; Senior Play. Eleven MYRTLE HATCHELL There is something interesting behind that shy, quiet air of Myrtle's. She's no good in a crowd, but when you get her alone — you’d be surprised. An honest and diligent stu- dent — she takes her courses and passes them. A temperament like hers is a com- fortable thing to own. St. John’s Literary Society. '26, 27, '28; Presi- dent St. John’s, ’29; Treasurer Class. ’27; Junior Bulletin Staff; Exchange Editor Bulle- tin. ’29; Senior Play: Delta Club. WINNIE HOWLE Winnie is short for winsome, you see; And Winnie's as winsome as she can be — Her cheeks are like roses, her hair is like gold, And she is loved by the young and the old. Member Lanier Literary Society, ’28. ’29 Senior Play. JOHN KILGO J ust 0 bedient H andsome N oble K ind 1 ndifferent L oyal G enerous O bliging Hayne Literary Society. ’26; Secretary and Treasurer Hayne. ’27; Vice President Hayne, ’28; President Hayne, ’29; Orchestra, ’26. ’27; ’28, ’29; Football. ’28; Baseball, '29; Basket- ball. ’28, ’29; Vice President Class. ’29; Assist- ant Athletic Editor Bulletin. ’28; Business Manager Bulletin. ’29. Twelve RILLIE KIRVEN If Solomon had ever looked at this girl’s scholastic record he would have blushed for shame for his own stupidity. Yet Billie is not a bookworm — she has taken an active and successful part in all extra-curricula activities and her business ability has proved an asset to her class. (Vnsor Lanier Literary Society, '26: Critic Lanier.'27: Vice President Lanier. '28; Orches- tra. '26. '27. '28. '29; Class Treasurer. '28: Librarian, '28. '29; Senior Play; Business Man- ager Echoes, '29; Delta Club. ROBERT LUMIANSKY Remember the good-looking hero in the Class Play? That was Bob. His love- making was masterful. St. John’s will miss Bob. There won’t be anybody to pain- lessly extract reports for the Bulletin or teach Miss Pettis her History lesson. It sounds unkind, but we’ll be sorry to see Bob grab his “dip.” Coker Literary Society, '26, '27: Hayne Liter- ary Society. '28. '29: Orchestra, '26, '27, '28.'29; Pootball, '27. '28: Basket-ball. '28; Captain Basket-ball Team. '29; Senior Play; Assistant Editor Bulletin. '27; Editor-in-Chief .1 unior Bulletin; Editor-in-Chief Bulletin. '28; Delta CIuli. ELLEN LYLES Ellen is blue-eyed and conscientious. On Saturday nights, when everybody kills as big a one as possible, Ellen dissipates by studying her Sunday school lesson, and the remarkable part of it is she REALLY has the time of her life. The Freshmen couldn’t get along without Ellen to chaperon them. She always seems glad to take them any- where. We hope next year’s Freshmen will be as lucky. St. John's Literary Society, '26, '27: Program Committee St. John's. '28; Basket-ball, '2S; Glee Club. '29: Underclass Editor Echoes.'29: Delta Club. Thirteen GENEVIEVE PENDERGAST G entle 13 nergetic N eat E fficient V ivacious I ndependent E ntertaining V igilant E steemed St. John's Literary Society, '26, '27. '28: Presi- dent Lanier. '29: Book Monitor, '29; Orches- tra, '26, '27; Senior Play: Assistant Athletic Kditor Bulletin, '29; Assistant Senior Editor Echoes, '29. RUTH SISKRON Ruth almost did the imposs’ble — make Roland fall in love. Her looks were with her and she put up a hard fight, but Roland refused to be conquered. Keep this type of work up, Ruth, and you’ll make a suc- cess in life. Lanier Literary Society. '26, '27: St. John's. '28, '29: Senior Play: Glee Club. '29. ERNEST STOKES Irregular Fourteen ROLAND TEW Roland took honors on everything. It’s hard to say whether he used his head or lost his mind when he took such a step — at any rate, he succeeded. And, apparently, he never lost that perfect composure that is a part of his personality. It would be a pity to learn so much and then not do anything with it. Perhaps Roland will some day teach at St. John’s. Hayne Literary Society. '26, '27, '28. '29; Foot- ball. '28; Basket-ball, '29; Baseball,’29: Senior Play; Delta Club, '26. '27. '28. '29. MARY WARE Mary is a human demonstration of the fact that virtue has its own reward. If there ever was a virtuous member of St. John’s, Mary is one. And she has had her reward in the form of honors and popu- larity. Her crowning ambition is to know all the words in the dictionary. She isn’t far from it now. Censor Lanier Literary Society, '26; Censor St. John’s, '27; Chairman Program Committee St. John's,'28; President St. John's.'29; Glee Club. 29; Book Monitor.'29; Sponsor Football Team '28: Class Secretary. '29: Senior Play; Local Editor Bulletin, '29; Senior Editor Echoes,'29; Class Prophet, '29; Delta Club. LESESNE WILSON Lesesne’s smile never disappears except when he’s the villain in the Class Play. He is forever being besieged by hair-tonic com- panies who want his picture to use in their ads. Looking after his little sisters is the most serious thing Lesesne ever did. Rice grows wild at first but when it is cultivated it becomes one of the finest things that grows in South Carolina. Hayne Literary Society, '26. '27; Secretary and Treasurer Hayne, '27; President Hayne, '28: Critic Hayne. '28; Orchestra, '26, '27, '28; Sec- retary and Treasurer Class, '26; Football,'27. '28; Baseball. '28 '29; Senior Play; Junior Bulletin Staff: Athletic Editor Bulletin, '28. Fiftct n SUE NELLE WILSON Sue Nelle has that poise of self-control which goes to make up the personality of the perfect lady that she is. Doors slam, winds blow, teachers rave, pupils weep, yet Sue Nelle remains calm and serene. Juniors, follow her and you’ll carry your Senior dig- nity in the correct manner. St. John’s Literary Society: Glee Club. ’29; Local Editor Bulletin, '28. SUE WOODS Sue’s conversation is composed largely of giggles. She will marry a man because she can say sw et nothings. Sue likes people easily and people like her easily, and so life is sure to run smoothly for her. Member St. John’s Literary Society, '26: Mem- ber Lanier. ’28: Vice President Lanier. ’29: Basket-ball, ’25. ’20; Chairman Program Com- mittee Lanier, ’29. Sixteen S WE TURN for a moment from the present and look back in memory over the years that are passed — we realize that old Father Time has wrought many changes. Today we are saying, “Backward, turn backward, 0 Time, in your flight.” We would live again those earlier years and have you, our best friends, live them with us. The year 1918 marks a great event in the history of the nations, for in November of that year the Armistice was signed. It, too, marks a great event in our lives, for in September of that year about sixty tiny tots entered for the first time St. .John’s Grammar School. Sixty wee babies toddled timidly into Miss Louise Parrott’s room. How soon we learn that things are not what they seem! We entered thinking school was one grand sweet song. But it proved otherwise. Can you ever forget, classmates, how hard it was for Roland to learn that c-a-t spells cat? Or how long it took Billie Kirven to add one and two? Those were happy days, however. We well remember the thrill the girls seemed to get out of the little plays, drills and dances which, under the guidance of our teachers, we presented from time to time. We can see them now — not the dignified Seniors in long dresses who adorn this stage, but tiny children in socks and abbreviated skirts, tripping like fairies over the grass. When we reached the sixth grade, many of our boys became Boy Scouts, or rather Tenderfeet. This indeed marked an epoch in our lives. What Scout among us would part with the experience, wisdom, and character-development derived from our training in this wonderful organization! How they crowd upon our memories — those happy Boy Scout days! In May, 1925, another great event took place in our young lives. It was then that we finished our grammar school days. Of course, we were “stuck up,” but when we entered high school we learned that we were not so big, for the upper- classmen took us down a few pegs. Beatings were not infrequent in those days, and the daily routine seemed incomplete without one. However, our life as Freshmen was far from unpleasant; it was one of the happiest of our high school career. We were invited by Mr. Gainey to learn to play some instrument under his direction and to join his noted orchestra. It was not long before our class was well represented in this organization, for Bob, Billie, Frank, Oscar, and John soon joined. And now we believe we’ve got the best high school orchestra in South Carolina. Last year it journeyed to Winthrop College and won a handsome trophy over some of the best school orchestras in the state. Another credit to our class is that it stands unusually high in scholarship. Each year we won more than our share of deltas. Seventeen We shall never forget our science course under Miss Wilson, when we ran our tongues out chasing butterflies and other insects, and went on nature hikes. Truly we were all “bugologists.” September, 1926, saw us enter our Sophomore year, and then we had our chance at the Freshmen; and we took it. We still chased butterflies, Miss Pettis said, too frequently in her History class. Our girls now began to plan to be good housewives and, under the direction of Mrs. Dargan and Miss Hughes, have developed into model cooks and seamstresses. Although the boys were not often filled with the culinary triumphs the girls achieved — these dainties going as propitiatory offerings to teachers — they were filled with pride when they saw the girls of our class parading in a school or county fashion show. Of course, we were much sought after by the upper-classmen as addition to their literary societies. We made them proud of us, for we had among our midst several would-be famous declaimers and debaters, such as Hazel, John, and Bob. Some think that Bob acquired his persuasive eloquence by practice on the teachers, to whom he so often endeavored to prove that right was wrong, and wrong right, and that Bob Lumiansky was not an offender but a benefactor to mankind. Be that as it may, we were always glad to have Bob orate, and have persuaded him to give you a sample of his eloquence. So passed our Sophomore year. Athletics drew our attention more when we became Juniors, and Frank, Hazel, Ernest, John, Lit and Bob made block letters. A great many of the girls of our class came out for the basketball team, also. It was in this year, too, that we struggled through Plane Geometry and Physics. And another event to be remembered was the picnic we gave the Seniors. It was a howling success. We all howled for more until the eats were exhausted, while Willie, Frank, Lit, and Bob howled all the night after — for reasons which may be better understood than expressed. The Junior year passed and we found ourselves entering the last lap of the race. It was hard to realize we were dignified Seniors, but it was thus that we found ourselves in September, 1928 — the class of ’29 in reality. Then it was that we lent ourselves to the tasks assigned us with the ardor of boys and girls who were preparing for facing life in an entirely different atmosphere. We chose the following officers to steer the ship of ’29 through our last year: President, Hugh Dargan; Vice President, John Kilgo; Secretary, Mary Ware; Treas- urer, Hannah Sue Coker. To edit our publications we chose, for The Bulletin, Bob Lumiansky and Hazel Byrd; for the Magazine, Blanche Dennis. During our Senior year, St. John’s Glee Club was formed, under the direction of Miss Osteen. Four members were sent to the All-State Glee Club in Columbia in March. Thus was supplied a long-felt need at St. John’s, and thus was realized one of the dreams of our principal. May our Glee Club sing on forever! The Senior Play, “The Go-Getter,” was a great success, the chorus giving a real Spanish atmosphere. It was indeed such a success that it was given the second time under the auspices of the American Legion Auxiliary. Perhaps no part of the play gave more pleasure or received more applause than the dance of the peasant girls in the first scene. Of the sixty-odd who entered the first grade and the many more who joined us from year to year, less than half have stood the test of time and labor. These we present to you now — the Class of ’29! j.'iphttcn ALBERT COUCH, ’29 THE PEDDLER OF DREAMS I am called “The Peddler of Dreams!” This is the Class of ’29, it seems. I’ve been sent here today by the fates To reveal the future of these classmates! Now, Willie Banks is young, foolish, and gay, But when he grows older he’ll change his way; He’ll become a solemn, stern moneymaker, And clear a cool million as an undertaker. Ellen Lyles will run for Congress, And the admiration of all arouse; And then, when she is elected, Will become Speaker of the House. Hazel Byrd will be a florist, And will spend all his hours—• All day long and late at night — In the culture of Flowers. Myrtle and Sue Nelle will cut many a caper In order to get their names in the paper; Finally they’ll take the age-worn test Of trying to climb Mount Everest. Lit Wilson will become the joy Of every little girl and boy. When night-time comes they’ll love to hear What happened to little Cuffie Bear, Or what Suzie Chipmunk saw at the show — For Lit’ll tell bedtime stories o’er the radio. Ruth Siskron will become the speed fiend of the 20th Century, And will barely escape the penitentiary By practicing on the Darlington Square For the races that will come off that year. Blanche Dennis, after trying many a job, Becomes a hair-dresser — her specialty the Bob; But later she marries a lad named Rill, And settles down in Bishopville. Ernest Law will sell his farm, There to return no more, And in Darlington will become the owner Of Law’s Grocery Store. •Vine feet! Elizabeth Cody will become a social butterfly, But she will not deign to stop anywhere nigh; Over to Monte Carlo she’ll go And teach the crowds some things they don’t know. Sadie Goodson will be an Attorney-at-Law, And in her work you’ll find no flaw. Bob Lumiansky a wife will seek, And find one he thinks is mild and meek; But later she’ll turn out to be a shrew, And he’ll walk the chalk-line by her rolling-pin, too! Genevieve will become an aviatrix fair, And there’ll be nothing she will not dare; She’ll even make a non-stop flight From Darlington to Palmetto in the dead of the night. Howard Edwards, by paying the cost, Will reach the heights of a “Tammany Boss,” Where he’ll be able by a wink of his eye To make all the big politicians get spry. Billie will finish school and a little later Begin business as an interior decorator; On draperies she’s good, tho’ on pictures she slouches, But above everything else she’ll specialize on Couches. You’ll see this sign eight years hence: “Shave and a hair-cut, fifteen cents; Come and let us attend to your mop: Albert Couch’s Barber Shop.” Mary Sue, after graduating, will take her choice And go to New York to study voice; She a few years later a great prima donna will be And will charm a large audience at Lydia, S. C. Oscar Colvin will leave home And go to live in the Vatican at Rome; As with the ways of the world he can not cope, He’ll decide to try the job of the Pope. F'rank Clifton, always gloomy and morose, Will go abroad and take a chemical course; Then later he’ll decide no more to roam, And come back and teach chemistry in a Bachelors’ Home. Twenty Susan Woods a dress designer will be And will take up her residence in gay Paree. Winnie Howie will be a song-writer Of great style and wit — “Yes, We Have No Bananas” will be her greatest song hit. Hugh Dargan on the platform will go And give lectures daily over the radio; And, however strange to you it might seem, “The Evil Effects of Chewing Tobacco” will be his theme. Hannah Sue will become a great student of her time, And will win distinction while still in her prime; One book she’ll write of great attraction: “Research Into Fundamental Chemical Reaction.” Jennie Ervin will become an M.D., For an eye, ear, and nose specialist she will be, And the head of the Hospital of Darlington, S. C. Six years hence you’ll see this sign: “Roland Tew in ‘The Kiss Divine’,” For Roland will become, at an early age, A nonchalant shiek of the stage. John Kilgo, always handsome and healthy, When he finishes school will become very wealthy; He, with the aid of some of his workers, Will organize the “Kilgo 20-Ring Circus.” Kilgo’s Circus’ most attractive feature Will be a winsome, graceful little creature, The tight-rope walker, Sarah Dargan by name, Who will wing her way to fortune and fame. Grace Dutton will teach school in the Appalachian Highlands, And later marry the Ambassador from the Fee.jee Islands. Then he’ll take her back home on his trusty old nag, Where she’ll be happy teaching the natives the “Varsity Drag.’ If you don’t like you future, don’t blame it on me: I had nothing to do with it — I’m just a peddler, you see For only the fates have the power to foretell: But I must be going, so to all a Farewell! Twenty-One MARY WARE (With apologies to Kipling—idea not original) If you can speak and make your speech dramatic Most dramatic..............HAZEL BYRD BLANCHE DENNIS If you can smile when all around is blue Best naturec!..............FRANK CLIFTON HANNAH SUE COKER If all your beauty adoration brings Prettiest..................MARY WARE If you can vamp a man with eyes so tragic Biggest vamp...............BLANCHE DENNIS If you can draw from all a gaze ecstatic Most attractive............BOB LUMIANSKY MARY WARE And study all your lessons daily, too Most studious..............ROLAND TEW ELLEN LYLES And still be neat as if to dine with kings Neatest....................LESESNE WILSON MYRTLE HATCHELL If you can have a host of friends and still be true to each Most popular...............BOB LUMIANSKY MARY WARE If you can accomplish each request with cheerful willingness Most accommodating.........HUGH DARGAN BILLIE KIRVEN If you can wait and not be tired by waiting Laziest....................LESESNE WILSON BLANCHE DENNIS If you can move the crowd with words of magic Best debater...............HAZEL BYRD ELLEN LYLES Twenty-Two Or furnish all the fun without becoming silly Class clown................FRANK CLIFTON If you can make the teachers think you know it Biggest bluff..............LESESNE WILSON JENNIE ERVIN Or tease the History Class without disaster Wittiest...................FRANK CLIFTON And still be modest as the flowers in May Most modest................ROLAND TEW ELIZABETH CODY And keep your handsome head from swelling tight Handsomest.................LESESNE WILSON If you can think and not make thought your master Most intellectual..........ROLAND TEW BILLIE KIRVEN If you can love your school above all others Most school spirited.......HAZEL BYRD BILLIE KIRVEN If you can be of age and still be childish Class baby.................WILLIE BANKS If you can never fail to perform the tasks assigned you Most dependable............HUGH DARGAN GRACE DUTTON If you can act as any perfect lady or knight Politest...................ALBERT COUCH HANNAH SUE COKER If you have a little bit of each of these, and not too much of any Best all round................HAZEL BYRD BLANCHE DENNIS Then yours a glorious class and each that’s in it; May all your life be beautiful and bright ! Tircnt y-Thrrt HINTS FROM THE WISE TO THE OTHERWISE IS COMMENCEMENT at last and we Seniors must go, though our leaving must fill all you Juniors with woe. But cheer up, little dar- lings; there’s comfort in store; harken to our words and you need sorrow no more. To brighten your spirits and banish your care, we will give to you now a right goodly share, of the wisdom we’ve garnered along the hi-way, which we trust in your cranium forever will stay. Now, Phoenix, you’ve endeavored the Juniors to rule, and made them the “peppiest” class in the school. When a bored and indifferent Senior you’ve grown, take Hugh Dargan’s example and let ’em alone. Young James Mozingo likes all of the skirts, and with their tender affections he trifles and flirts. If the way of success and wisdom you would find, turn your back on the girls and learn how to grind. We now must address Miss Margaret McLeod, in whose ear a Byrd is singing quite loud. He’s entirely too changeable and entirely too gay; don’t fool with him longer — just shoo him away. John Brown, we hear you are trying to dance, but on the girls’ toes too often you prance. You are no Veinon Castle, that’s plain to us all; take our advice and stay away from the ball. When Pierce DeWitt from high school did roam, he left pari of his conceit to his brother at home. But, Curtis, ycu’ve conceit enough of your own, so please leave all of your brother’s alone. O fie on you, Dora; a Senior you’d vamp! Altho on your door-steps he doth often encamp, there’s a Senior we know than all Juniors more fair. So let us be Frank — of Mary be-Ware. O William, we hear you lean to the Law: but advise you to walk in the steps of your Pa. Inez is too wise and ambitious, we ween, to ever be willing to call herself Greene. We’ve a lad in our class who’s a pitiful case, all because of the smile on a Junior maid’s face. Now, Fannie, before from high school we part, we insist that you give back to Oscar his heart. Harriet, you gave your photo away to a handsome young Senior one gentle Spring day. Ho-ward you feel to take it again and give to a Junior with a flame-colored mane ? If the news of old St. John’s you would know, and all that is happening to the high and the low; direct your steps to 10-B, we suggest, and J. P. Brunson will do all the rest. Pray, whom do you wink at, Original Red? Is it to a maiden whom you’re plan- ning to wed? Keep it up, we advise, and practice your jig, and soon fair fingers will be caressing your wig. O Ivan, we hear you’re in love with a Baker; but our advice to you is to shake her. Your hand, we’re sure, she will never wait on, as all her affections are centered on Crayton. Now, Annie McCullough, we advise you to scorn your former admirer, the flirta- tious Dick Vaughan. We regret to report he has deserted his class and is trying to go with a Freshman lass. Upstairs, downstairs, East, West, or South, wherever you go, you can hear Crayton’s mouth. Dear little Junior, we think you should know that prattling and wisdom together don’t go. Now, Juniors, we know that you all think it nice for us to give you such splendid advice. O, take heed and use it, we pray, for the sake of St. John’s when we’ve gone away. HAZEL BYRD Twenty Four “ THE GO-GETTER ” A Romantic Farce by Frederic S. Johnson PRESENTED BY CLASS OF 1929 Liberty Theatre, March 8, 1929 Directed by Miss Lollie Barbare Business Manager, Albert Couch Designer of Costumes, Miss Vivian Pettis CHARACTERS Don Estaban Poirpo, Alcalde of Pagola _______________ ____ HAZEL BYRD Cliffoi-d Strong, an American Engineer ............... BOB LUMIANSKY Chuck McCracken, Boss Driller ............................ FRANK CLIFTON Sam, an Alabama Coon.........................................HUGH COLVIN El Alfa, a Brigand .......................... ROLAND TEW Boris, a Russian Nobleman ................................LESESNE WILSON Dona Farina Pompo, Wife of Alcalde ............... BLANCHE DENNIS Marica, the Alcalde’s Daughter _.....................MARY WARE Pepa, Marica’s Foster Sister ....................... GRACE DUTTON Mrs. Rutherford, an American Tourist MRYTLE HATCHELL Norma, a Bit of Young America ................ BILLIE KIRVEN Manuella, a Maidservant .................. _.....GENEVIEVE PENDERGAST Villagers — Mary Sue Grey, Ellen Lyles, Hannah Sue Coker, Sadie Goodson, Malcie Rogers, Jennie Ervin, Sarah Dargan, Ruth Siskron, Jessie Mae Doyle, Winnie Howie. SCENE — PLACE — TIME Place — Pagola, a small village in the principality of Casadonia, a fictitious country located somewhere in Southern Europe. Scene—Reception room in the home of the Alcalde. Time — The present. SYNOPSIS Act I — About 9 o’clock on a morning in July Act II — A morning two weeks later. Act III — Evening of the same day. MUSIC BY ST. JOHN’S ORCHESTRA r Directed by Mr. Angus Gainey Twenty-Fin TO OUR HOME-ROOM TEACHERS TO S. W. B. She never told her love But let devotion, softly scattered Like wandering sunbeams seeking rest Upon some virgin flower, A labyrinth of perennial sweetness gently weave About us. Nor by love alone Has she excelled and magnetized our hearts, But by sacrifice. Little did we dream of her devotion. Her sacrificial tenderness, like the flower of the rock That rears its tiny head unseen And spends its sweetness in the breeze, Till now. But possessed, we pause To bask contentedly in the warm repose of kindliness; To rest secure, serene, by patient Loveliness comforted. TO MISS PETTIS Here’s to you, Miss Pettis, our friend so tried and true! What would our Senior world have been without a pal like you? Our troubles all we told to you, our joys with you we shared, Because we felt you sympathized, because we knew you cared. Wherever you may wend your way, to distant lands or near, Remember that your “sugars” will forever hold you dear. Then here’s to you, Miss Pettis, our friend so true and tried, And may the Class of ’29 in your memory e’er abide! Twenty-Six President.........................................PHOENIX HEWITT Vice President..................................................DICK VAUGHAN Secretary...................................MARGARET McLEOD Treasurer...................................HARRIET VAUGHAN Motto — Our aim: Success; Our hope: To win Flower — Yellow Jessamine Colors—Purple and Gold CLASS ROLL ABBOTT, LAWRENCE BAKER, DORA BAKER, MILDRED BLACKMAN, ELIZABETH BROWN, HAZEL BROWN, JOHN BRUNSON, JAMES BYRD, JACK DARGAN, NED DAVIS, EDWARD DAVIS, RICHARD DeWITT, CURTIS DeWITT, NANNIE DICKSON, BYRON EDWARDS, ANNIE MeCULLOUGH GIBSON, W. C. GOODSON, GERTRUDE GREENE, WILLIAM HANCOCK, JAMES HART, FANNIE HATCHELL, MILDRED HEWITT, PHOENIX IIILL, PEARL HOWLE, FULLER HOWLE, WILLIAM HUTCHINSON, FRANK ISEMAN, LEPO JAMES, MOLLIE JAMES, SUE FLINN JEFFORDS, MARGARET LANGSTON, ERNEST LAW, INEZ LYLES, JAMES McCOWN, CRAYTON McLEOD, MARGARET MOZINGO, JAMES MUNN, PEARL MURPHY, NEILL NORMENT, GEORGE PARKER, DOROTHY LEIGH REGISTER, EDITH RHODES, MARY LOUISE RUSS, RUTH SANSBURY, ALMA SMOOT, MINNIE TAUB, IVAN VAUGHAN, DICK VAUGHAN, HARRIET WARD, HELEN WILSON, JULIAN Tirenty-Seven JUNIOR STATISTICS Prettiest Girl........... Handsomest Boy . . . Best All-round Girl . . Best All-round Boy . . Most Popular Girl . . . Most Popular Boy . . . Most Intellectual Girl . Most Intellectual Boy . Most Accommodating Girl Most Accommodating Boy Most Dependable Girl . . Most Dependable Boy . Most Unselfish Girl Most Unselfish Boy . . Wittiest................. Most Optimistic .... Most Pessimistic . . . . Most Bashful .... Class Clown.............. Class Baby............... Harriet Vaughan . Phoenix Hewitt Margaret McLeod Crayton McCown . . . Inez Law Crayton McCown Margaret McLeod . . . Jack Byrd Mildred Hatchell Ernest Langston Mildred Hatchell . . . Jack Byrd . . Pearl Munn . . John Brown . James Mozingo Crayton McCown . Neill Murphy , . Lepo Iseman Crayton McCown . Curtis DeWitt Twenty-Eight President.....................................JOHN H. DANIEL Vice President........................................SAM TRIJETT Treasurer.....................................MARGARET ELLIS Secretary.....................................MARGARET ELLIS Motto — “Honor Lies in Honest Toil” Flower — Sweet Pea Colors—Gold and Black CLASS ROLL ALLEN, RUTLEDGE BELISSARY, GUS BOSEMAN, WOODROW BROWNE, HATTIE MAUDE BROWN, LEROY CLIFTON, ERNEST COLVIN, LELAND CONDOR, ALICE DANIEL, JOHN HARRISON DeWITT, LOUISE DUTTON, EDNA EDWARDS, FRANCES ELLIS, MARGARET GIBSON, JIM GOODSON, ANNIE MAE GREENE, TRACY HALL, HUGHIE HEWITT, PHODIE HUNTLEY, CORNELIUS HUTCHINSON, ALBERTUS KELLY, MENDAL KIRVEN, MARGARET LAW, RODERICK LILES, LOUISE MERRITT, VERNELL McDonald, mildred McIntosh, Florence McIntosh, phillip McINVILLE, EUNICE MURPHY, ELSIE NORTHCUTT, ROBERT ODOM, ADDIE ODOM, CARL ODOM, CONNIE PARKER, JANE PETERSON, WOFFORD RILES, DOROTHY RAWLS, GRACIE LEE SANSBURY, ANNIE MAE STANLEY, DOROTHY STANLEY, PAUL SUMNER, KENNETH TAYLOR, LOUISE THOMAS, LILLIAN THARP, HULON TRUETT, SAM WALTERS, GUERRY WARD, BOOTH WARE, ANNA WEAVER, ROBERT WITHERSPOON, EDWINA YATES, JACK Txcent y-Xine SOPHOMORE STATISTICS Prettiest Girl .... Handsomest Boy Best All-round Girl Best All-round Boy . . Most Popular Girl . . . Most Popular Boy . . . Most Intellectual Girl . Most Intellectual Boy . Most Accommodating Girl Most Accommodating Boy Most Dependable Girl . Most Dependable Boy Most Unselfish Girl . . Most Unselfish Boy . . Wittiest................ Most Optimistic . . . Most Pessimistic . . . Most Bashful .... Class Clown .... Class Baby ............. . . . Anna Ware . . . Sam Truett . . Margaret Ellis . . . Booth Ward . . . Anna Ware . . . Ernest Law . . Margaret Ellis John Harrison Daniel . . Margaret Ellis . Wofford Peterson . . Margaret Ellis John Harrison Daniel . . Margaret Ellis . . . Paul Stanley . . . Booth Ward . Florence McIntosh . . . Gus Belissary . Woodrow Boseman . . . Leland Colvin . . Louise DeWitt Thirty President..............................................HENRY MILLS Vice President..........................................S. L. MARTIN Treasurer..........................................FARRAR GRIGGS Secretary..........................................FARRAR GRIGGS Motto — “Through Trials to Triumph” Flower — Shasta Daisy Colors—Yellow and White CLASS ROLL ABBOTT, MABEL ADAMS, MILDRED ANDREWS, MARY BAKER, JOHN BECKHAM, LEON BENJAMIN, MARGARE BLACKMON, LEE BYRD, JULIAN BYRD, LESLIE CHANDLER, LARRY COGGESHALL, PETE COKER, RACHEL DARGAN, MARY H. DARGAN, MILDRED DAVIS, RUTH DeWITT, ELEANOR DRIGGS, ADRAINE DUTTON, KATHLEEN FLEMING, HELEN FLOWERS, COLE FOLSOM, LAURIE FOXWORTH, J. W. FRIER, JAMES GALLOWAY, WYLIE GARDNER, FRANCES GARDNER, LILA GARNER, MAYNEE GIFFORD, ROGER GILCHRIST, VIRGINIA GOODSON, ALICE GREY, MARY ALMA GRIGGS, FARRAR HATCHELL, JUANITA HEATH, LIZZIE HILL, VIRGINIA HOLLEY, BESSIE HOLLOWAY, FANNIE HOOTON, ELIZABETH HOWLE, ARTHUR JAMES, BLANCHE JORDON, FOSTER KILGO, MAY KIRBY, JANIE LAW, MABELLE LILES, HEYWARD LYLES, MARGARET MARTIN, S. L. McDonald, patty McKEE, STANTON MILLS, HENRY MIMS, ALICE MOODY, SUSIE MOORE, MARY NORMENT, EL) ODOM, ELTON ODOM, LOLA ODOM, LOUISE ODOM. LULA PERKINS, RUTH PETERSON, JOHN PSILLOS, DOROTHY RAMSEY, NELL SALEEBY, JIMMIE SANSBURY, PAUL SHEPARD, LOUIS SUGGS. LENA MAE TARLTON, HARRY TOLLISON, WEIR TRUETT, MARION TURNAGE, JULIA WEAVER, FRANKLIN WEINBURG, THAD WELCH, EDWARD WILLIAMSON, LOUISE WITHERSPOON, ERNEST N. WILSON, BILLY WILSON, CHARLES YARBORO, ELIZABETH YARBORO, MAUDE Thirty-One FRESHMAN STATISTICS Prettiest Girl............ Handsomest Boy . . . . Best All-round Girl . . Best All-round Boy . . Most Popular Girl . . . Most Popular Boy . . . Most Intellectual Girl . . Most Intellectual Boy . Most Accommodating Girl Most Accommodating Boy Most Dependable Girl . . Most Dependable Boy . . Most Unselfish Girl . . Most Unselfish Boy . . Wittiest.................. Most Optimistic . . . . Most Pessimistic . . . . Most Bashful .... Class Clown............... Class Baby................ Margaret Benjamin . . Farrar Griggs . Mildred Dargan . Pete Coggeshall Margaret Benjamin . Pete Coggeshall Mary Hart Dargan . Pete Coggeshall Mary Hart Dargan . . . Henry Mills Mary Hart Dargan . . John Petei'son Mary Hart Dargan . Stanton McKee . . Maybelle Law Margaret Benjamin . . . Julian Byrd . Larry Chandler . Heyward Lyles . Larry Chandler Thirty-Two YOUTH TO MATURITY (Prize Poem) You, too, have aimed before us At the sun, And you were scorched, but Warn us not. Let us try also; let us go One by one; We will come back, not scorched— Victorious ! SUE FLINN JAMES, ’30 TO THE JONQUIL Slender stem, so gracefully bended Pale, cool green so softly blended Into a blossom fair. Smooth, silken petals unfolding A dainty cap securely holding Crystal dewdrops rare. A faint, delicate perfume flowing, A tender heart so softly glowing From your cup of gold. The gray skies are bleak and dreary But to me you are a sunbeam cheery, Little flower of flawless mold. ANNA WARE, ’31 SILVER MAPLES Through countless years you’ve stood With limbs like open palms Extended heaven-ward, Spring covers these With the loose garments of her green. Always, in winter You have stretched your hands To God, In one eternal prayer. What do you ask Him for? Spring buds, token Of silver, summer leaves? Fair days, with sun, And sky June blue?.......... Or do you hold your arms To catch the rain ? Tkirty-Thrrt SUE FLINN JAMES, ’30 SUNSET A golden sun sets in the West And sends its golden beams astray; The trees against an evening sky Make silhouettes against the gray. The sun goes down behind the trees And its colors die in grand array; The wind picks up a cloud of dust, Obscures the waning light of day. ELSIE MURPHY, ’31 WINTER The trees are bare, the birds have flown, Icy gales o’er the flowers have blown; The verdant carpet can no longer show, It’s buried beneath a blanket of snow. A gloomy silence is in the air, A quiet that is both chill and drear; The earth is bound with an icy chain, Winter has descended upon us again. DICK VAUGHAN, ’31 THE CALL The sun is setting, The shadows fall; Soon for me Thei'e’ll be a call. And I will answer With cheerful heart, With no fears I will start On the path That leads above To the God Of Peace and Love. DICK VAUGHAN, ’31 DUSK The gold is fading into gray And night is coming on; The moon is out, and one little star Is shining all alone. One little star alone in the heavens, And against the western sky The green of the pines has changed to black, And I hear the cricket’s cry. As the evening shadows around me creep And steal away the sunset’s hue, A million dancing little fireflies Twinkle under the starlit blue. Thirty-Four ANNA WARE, ’32 SPRING How can I greet the Spring With only memories— And all alone? How can I feel her footsteps near And sing— As I have sung before? Oh! can I see the Spring Without your eyes To see it too? How will it call to me Lacking your smile To tell me it is here? Yet, must I watch it come Again, As we have seen it come— And sit With bare remembrance in your place Where 1 have had reality— How can I face the Spring When you are gone? SUE FLINN JAMES, ’30 WHEN I AM OLD When I am old— Shall I remember your every kiss, Each of your love words— All your songs? Will that—be all I’ll have to live on; With only memories to soothe The wound of time? Shall I—at night Dream you are near me; Dream you have spoken, Have caressed? And then—when cruel dawn comes, Rousing— Shall I awake to know you have long gone? SUE FLINN JAMES, ’30 SESAME Last year the Spring first came to me As she had never come before; I’d never felt her kiss so sweet, I’d never seen her face to fair. She came and called for me to see The gifts I’d never viewed of yore; While other Springs were incomplete, This Spring’s sufficiency was rare. SUE FLINN JAMES, ’30 TMrty-Flve THE UNBURIED TREASURE' (Prize Story) HERE are four words that contain all sorts of magic. Especially for a South Carolinian. Four words that can make you catch your breath and imag’natively make you smell a hundred sweet odors. Four words that can bring the sweetest of memories to any of you. The words? Here they are—heaven in a single sentence: “Spring in South Carolina.” In this particular spring, two girls, a blond and a brunette, clad in shirts, running pants, socks, soft sneakers, trudged up a sandy road which ran through a South Carolina woods. One carried a hoe, the other a shovel and neither said much. Lots of men won’t believe the latter part of that statement. But who would find time for words? There was so much for the eyes. Huge oaks bordered the wood in some places, and flung a lacy veil of gray moss from one tree to the other. Farther from the road one could see the red tops of maples ready to leaf out, then the deep pink of the Judas trees, and the yellow of the jassamine where it climbed and wove gay patterns over dull tree trunks. When the road left these places behind there were wild plum trees flaunting white blossoms, and peach trees competing with dainty pink blooms, and dotted over the flat ground. Yuccas brilliantly green. Spring in South Carolina. The girls came to a fork in the road, threw down their hoe end shovel and stared at a large sign. “But I don’t believe in signs,” insisted the small girl. “Hm, as thoroughly posted with signs as this place is, you’d better take ’em at their word.” The tall girl stared fixedly at the sign confronting fhem. “Well—Martha Ann, ycu knew yourself these ol’ Yankees aren’t here now—and no one will ever know we’ve been near the place, unless, we find—you know.” “Here comes a car—it’s too late to run.” The car came pulling along through the deep sand ruts which marked the width of the narrow road. As the car came around the bend the occupants saw two girls, one small, alert, with ruffled brown hair and dark eyes; the other taller, having an almost phlegmatic appearance, due perhaps to the half asleep look in her blue eyes. These two sat under a sign which was posted at the left of a road which turned abruptly off the narrow' sand road and was well graveled. The sign read: “Private Property. Absolutely No Thoroughfare.” The driver of the car applied the brakes and spoke respectfully: “Is this Oakvale, the millionaire’s estate?” “Yes, this is it,” the small girl spoke somewhat saucily. “And, do you know anything about that sign?” “What sign?” “The sign you are leaning against.” “No—not a thing, except that it is here—and probably means what it says.” “Do you hear that. Mamma? We can’t go on the grounds! Thank you. Miss. Are you, er—one of the—millionairesses?” “Am I—what? Oh! yes—I’m bumming my way to Florida. No thanks—I don’t care for a lift. Yes—good-bye.” Martha Ann opened her sleepy eyes a fraction of an inch wider and wondered in a drawling voice what they were going to do next. Thirty-Si.r “Do!” shouted the shovel bearer. “Do! We’re going to make an aw-ful face at the sign, go right on the millionaire’s estate and dig like the devil.” “That’s where you’ll go to—-if you use such expressions. Besides, I don’t think we should go in there. Honestly, Nica—this is a foolish thing we are doing.” “Foolish! When our family is busted? Foolish—why it’s only right. Why on earth Mother didn’t tell us about Gran’s diary before this, is a mystery to me. Onward! Pick up the hoe. Rah! for Jackson, Lee, Calhoun, Washing-on, Persh.ng, Lindy— well, come on, Martha Ann—step on it.—” Nica grimaced at the stem-look.r.g sign, gave a jerk at the trousers part of her attire and walked up the graveled road. When the girls came within sight of the beautiful colonial home they stopped suddenly. Martha Ann gazed at the house for some minutes and gulped quite audibly. “Now, Marth—don’t pull any sentimental rot,” adjured Nica, who was turning the pages of a small diary she had yanked from her shirt somewhere amidships. “If Grandad hadn’t lost the family house, think how much more dusting you’d have had wished on you.” “Oh, Nica! Just think, this should have been ours—it isn’t fair.” The calm Martha Ann showed signs of a temper, but Nica paid little attention to her. “Here it is, Marth.” The two girls bent over the book and read on yellowed pages the lines their grand- mother had written years ago in the very house that loomeu up in grandeur before them. “----so we were warned. And I called Mammy and bade her pack our silver and my jewels. At 11 tonight Man.my and I buried them under the oak tree by the first bend in the creek at the right of our house. Now let those Yanks come—why does my cup seem so full—so full and running over—why?” “No use to read any more of Gran’s agonizing; she lived a life of ease, compared to the hectic rush we encounter.” The oak tree located, Nica started digging. Lut Martha Ann’s energy was sapped —or else she had too much to say: “Veronica Manwell, this is ungodly. Here we are, two grown women—twenty and twenty-two—and we come here on another man’s property and dig for buried treasure like Huckleberry Finn and Tom Sawyer. I’m going home. I’m not going to be such a fool any longer.” With this off her chest, Martha Ann walked away—in the grand manner. Veronica sat down by the small hole she had dug and all her alertness and aliveness fell away from her. The dreariness of every-day things overwhelmed her—her mother’s ill health, the doctor’s orders for a year in the West, her two young brothers struggling to get through school and get work, and her own bitter disappointment, to love a man and yet not dare marry him because of the load it would put on his shoulders. Dick Halden. Veronica’s shoulders drooped still more—to have life like this at twenty-two. She locked at the hoe—if only she could find her grandmother’s things, the gorgeous Manwell silver and jewels. Famous in legend throughout her part of the State, the silver and jewels no one could account for—and Nica had found what became of them when she found the old diary. If she could only— “Are you digging bait, little Veronica?” Nica turned quickly and faced the young man who stood over her. “Dick, you here? Why—when?” “Nica, don’t waste words. Tell me why you left New York without even giving me your address. Where do you live, anyway? I find you in New York—lose you in New Jersey—only to stumble over you in South Carolina!” Thtrtu-Secen “I live here—at Wedgeland—but what are you doing here? Don’t you know this is private property?” “Well, how in the world did you find that out?” ironically inquired the young man. “By the signs. Didn’t you see the signs?” “Yes—did you?” Nica had the decency to blush, but retaliated quickly: “You’ve no more business here than I have!” “The same woman,” mused Dick. “Change of climate didn’t help her at all; she quarreled with me in New York and now she starts again.” Nica looked cautiously around. “Say, Dick, what do you reckon they’d do to us if they did catch us?” “Oh! the man who owns this is a bear, I’ve heard; trespassers are fined $100 apiece or put in jail for ninety days.” “Ninety days it is for me, then.” Nica’s sigh seemed to come from her soft-soled sneakers. Dick looked at the small head with its curly dark hair, at the straight little nose, the sensitive mouth which might have belonged to an innocent child—at the soft, clean- cut, determined chin, and decided such sighs should be stopped, the sooner the better. “Nica, dear, what are you doing with that shovel?” “None of your business—let’s get out of here; I mean, I’m going to get out.” She rose hastily. Dick pulled her back. “But I’m not going to get any place, and neither are you.” “Since when have you known what I’m going to do, Mr. Halden?” “I decided the day you didn’t appear as my stenographer; the day after you told me you loved me, and I told you how much I cared. I decided right then that if I ever, just once, had you in my grasp I’d never again let you go—that I’d tell you what to do, how to do, when to do, forever more.” Nica’s eyes were clouded. Then she faced Dick, told him the whole story, and ended: “So, Dick, I couldn’t marry you, or anyone. You were working so hard to get ahead, and I would have been a drag, because I couldn’t chuck my family.” “Nica, dear, this sounds like a dime novel or one of Grimm’s best. But it’s true. My uncle owns this estate, and the firm we were working for—I’m his only heir. You, and all your family couldn’t be a drag. I’m worth millions.” The last came modestly. Veronica stared at Dick, stared at the shovel she had been using so industriously. Then she laughed, and said dramatically: “My unburied treasure.” The remark didn’t enlighten Dick in the least, and the laughter injured his vanity. Why should a girl laugh after a proposal? Unless, of course, she was going to refuse. “Dick, since I couldn’t marry you for love, I believe— “Hurry, Nica, what do you believe?” “I believe I’ll stop digging for Gran’s treasure, and marry you for money.” This pleased Mr. Halden. Three pages further in Gran’s diary was written, “I traded my silver and jewels for food—now—I face added bitterness of having nothing to leave my descendants.” T hirt y-Kiah t JANE PARKER, ’31. A SATURDAY SINNER 0 most people Saturday is just the day that comes before Sunday and nothing but a weekly bath, but to Mary Ann Cole it had a special signifi- cance. On this day Father ate at the club, Mother spent the day with her invalid aunt, Dot, her sister, went to the city for her music lessons, and the maid was busy with preparations for Sunday. For a child of ten to have a large house to herself and no one to keep telling her “don’t” and then to expect her idle hands not to find mischief is more than could be hoped for. On this particular Saturday after all the family had gone, Mary Ann sat on the window seat and planned her day’s campaign. Each Saturday she managed to do something a little worse than she had done before and her supply of mischief had about run out. Suddenly a sly twinkle came into her eye. She dropped her book and went in search of the maid. She peeped in the panti-y door and found the maid and butler engaged in a very interesting game of double solitaire. She crept back to the hall and up the stairs to her own room. After rummaging around in the closet she found a very dirty gingham dress. She slipped out of her lovely satin dress and into the dirty one. To make the old dress appear worse she took the scissors and cut huge holes in it and tore the collar almost off. Soon her shoes and stockings had joined the discarded dress, her hair was rumpled and her face smudged with soot from the fireplace. In place of the daughter of a rich banker, there stood before the mirror a dirty, little, yellow-haired, blue-eyed waif. After watching a minute to see if the coast was clear, she fled down stairs and out of the front door. Straight to a city park sped the wayward feet of this determined miss. After she reached her destination, about six blocks from her house, she began to walk more slowly. When she had circled the park several times she noticed a nattily attired young man resting calmly on a bench, reading a newspaper. He looked like a very interesting person to Mary Ann, and since she never thought a minute ahead of the present, she decided to meet him in seme way. Just as she got in front of the bench, she let out a heart-rending shriek and flopped on the ground. If this young man had been a Pilgrim he would have feared an attack from the Indians but since he was only a normal young fellow he dropped the newspaper and sprang to her aid. “What has happened to you, little one?” asked the anxious gentleman. “Oh, goodness! My foot hurts and hurts! Oh my poor foot,” wailed the child. “But what did you do to your foot?” queried the puzzled man. “I stepped on a rock and cut it somethin’ awful”—and with this she began to sob. “Come, come! I don’t see where the skin is broken; probably it’s only a bruise. Come on over to the bench,” said the polite stranger. He helped her over to the bench and settled her comfortably. “Now, little lady, who are you and where do you live?” he asked. After a minute’s reflection, the child looked down at the ground to hide the laughter in her eyes and answered, “My name is Mary Ann and I have—I mean, I ain’t got no home.” “No home? My poor child! But surely you have another name?” “No, I ain’t got no other name, no folks, no nuthin’, just Mary Ann, thass all!” and she felt like patting herself on the back for acquiring the correct or rather the incor- rect English for the occasion. If she had been more observing she would have noticed his very marked English accent. “By Jove, a queer case, this. I must investigate,” mused the young man. “First, I’ll tell you my name—it’s Conrad. No need for you to know the last name, even though T hirt y-X inf I can boast of having one. Well, Mary Ann, what am I to do with you, now that I’ve discovered you?” “Oh, nuttin’,” she replied. “I’m as happy as can be, I’d rather just sit here and talk.” And so they did. All the rest of the morning was spent in this manner. Upon being questioned about her past life, Mary Ann glibly made up some very fantastic stories which Conrad seemed to believe implicity. At dinner time he took her to a small restaurant near by. He wondered why this child had such good manners, and he also wondered why she made it such a point to use bad English. After dinner he asked her how she would like to go to a nice home where there were scores of other little girls that she could play with. Mary Ann was delighted with the idea and began to question him about it at cnce. He hailed a taxi and they rode on and on up into the heart of the city. Finally they stopped at a large brick building and he helped her out of the cab. They mounted the steps and he rang the bell. The door was opened by a smiling, matronly woman who invited them in. Mary Ann wandered around and made friends with the other girls while Conrad talked with the lady. After a while he called Mary Ann to him and said, “I’ve arranged for you to stay here and play with all these little girls and I’ll be back to see you every day.” Mary Ann willingly agreed and didn’t even think of her abandoned home. Why should she? Her parents paid no more attention to her than if she had been a doll and here were hundreds of lovely little girls to play with. Meanwhile in the handsome Cole home, frantic parents were phoning everywhere to locate their missing daughter. The maid was weeping and hysterical, father was viciously chewing a cigar and mother and Dot were sobbing and fussing. But all this was of no avail, nothing could be done except to notify the police and wait for further developments. Mary Ann went to bed tired and happy, with not even a thought of home. The next day when she awoke and found no maid to dress her she began to meditate. Perhaps she’d better return home and see what the family was doing and to see if they had missed her. So when Conrad called at 11 o’clock to take her for a walk, she told him that she wanted to take him to see some friends of heis. What a delightful way to introduce her friend to her people at home! She led him directly to her front door and into the house. He was grabbed by the hand and piloted into the library, where her distressed parents sat. She stood calmly in the door and said, “Hello, folks; did you miss me much?” Mrs. Cole screamed for the smelling salts and tried to faint; Mr. Cole gave Mary Ann a good shake, and Dot cried a little for pure joy. Conrad was introduced and thanked for his kindness. In the excitement his last name wasn’t even mentioned. Mary Ann insisted on walking down to the gate with him. As they walked down the pave- ment, the cameras began to click; Mary Ann stared and Conrad jumped into the taxi as quickly as possible. In the afternoon edition of (he “New York Times,” staring at the Cole family was a large picture of a slender young man and a bedraggled little girl. Under the picture in big headlines were the words: “Heiress Mistaken for Waif by Conrad, Earl of Chat- tendon. Earl Traveling in America Incognito Makes Friends With Young Mary Ann Cole.” The full details weie read and reread by the Cole family and they forthwith vowed to stay at home more so that Mary Ann would net prefer an orphanage to a mansion. Fnrtu BLANCHE DENNIS, ’29. ST. JOHN’S ORCHESTRA Director.................................MR. ANGUS GAINEY President...............................EDITH REGISTER Vice President................ANNIE McCULLOUGH EDWARDS Secretary...............................LILLIAN THOMAS Motto — “Better Music” Colors — Green and Gold MEMBERS BAILEY, J. W. BENJAMIN, MARGARET CLIFTON, ERNEST COLVIN, HUGH CONDOR, ALICE DANIEL, JOHN HARRISON DeWHT, CURTIS DeWITT, LOUISE EDWARDS, FRANCES EDWARDS, MARGIE EDWARDS, ANNIE McCULLOUGH FOLSOM, KATHERINE FOLSOM, LAURA HATCHELL, JUANITA JAMES, MOLLIE JEFFORDS, MARGARET KILGO, JOHN KIRVEN, BILLIE LARRY, ERNEST m LEASURE, CRYSTAL LYLES, MARGARET LUMIANSKY, BOB McKEE, STANTON ODOM, CARL PETERSON, WOFFORD REGISTER, EDITH REGISTER, RHEA SANSBURY, ALMA STANLEY, BILLY STANLEY, JACK TARLTON, HARRY THOMAS, LILLIAN TRUETT, SAM THARP, WILLIE VAUGHAN, HARRIET WITHERSPOON, EDWINA YATES, JACK YARBOROUGH, HAZEL If O ST. JOHN’S GLEE CLUB President...............................MARGARET JEFFORDS Vice President..........................BLANCHE DENNIS Secretary and Treasurer...............HARRIET VAUGHAN Director..............................MISS SUSIE OSTEEN DENNIS, BLANCHE DUTTON, GRACE LYLES, ELLEN SISKRON, RUTH WILSON, SUE NELLE WARE, MARY VAUGHAN, HARRIET LAW, INEZ McLEOD, MARGARET JEFFORDS, MARGARET MEMBERS JAMES, MOLLIE HATCHELL, MILDRED PARKER, DOROTHY LEIGH PARKER, JANE DeWITT. LOUISE EDWARDS, ANNIE McCULLOUGH WARD, HELEN HEWITT, PHODIE WARE, ANNA BAKER, DORA Forty-One ST. JOHN’S LITERARY SOCIETIES OFFICERS ST JOHN’S FIRST TERM President..................Mary Ware Vice President . . . Sarah Dargan Secretary-Treasurer . . Jane Parker Censor .... Marguerite Kirven Critic.....................Anna Ware SECOND TERM President .... Myrtle Hatchell Vice President .... Grace Dutton Secretary-Treasurer . Margaret Ellis Censor............“Happy” Dargan Critic.....................Inez Law LANIER President . . . Hannah Sue Coker Vice President .... Billy Kirven Secretary-Treasurer . Edith Register Censor...............Margaret Jeffords Critic................Harriet Vaughan President . . Genevieve Pendergast Vice President .... Susan Woods Secretary...............Mary Sue Gray Treasurer.................Minnie Smoot Censor..................Emma Law Baker Critic............................Pearl Munn Parliamentarian . . . Billie Kirven COKER President........................Frank Clifton Vice President . . . Bob Coggeshall Secretary-Treasurer . Phoenix Hewitt Censor..................Hollins Bryant Critic..............Howard Edwards President..................Hazel Byrd Vice President .... Hugh Colvin Secretary-Treasurer . . Albert Couch Censor.....................Booth Ward Critic ...... Frank Hutchinson HAYNE President................John Kilgo Vice President .... Ernest Stokes Secretary-Treasurer . . . Jack Byrd Critic...................Ivan Taub Censor....................Mendoll Kelly President.................Lit Wilson Vice President............John Kilgo Secretary-Treasurer . James Mozingo Critic...................James Brunson Censor....................Hugh Dargan Forty Tu:o ON OR. DELTA CLUB — '27-'28 PUPILS MAKING HONORS IN SCHOLARSHIP SENIORS GEORGE BENJAMIN BERNICE BRYANT RUTH BYRD ED DENNIS PIERCE DeWITT MARY KIRVEN CLAUDE MARTIN ROBERT TWITTY ORVILLE STOKES EMMA GREGG WITHERSPOON JUNIORS ALBERT COUCH BOB COGGESHALL ROLAND TEW ELIZABETH CODY GRACE DUTTON MYRTLE HATCHELL BILLIE KIRVEN ELLEN LYLES MARY WARE HOWARD EDWARDS GWENDOLYN WILSON ROSE WAGNER THEO GARNER SOPHOMORES JACK BYRD annie McCullough edwards MILDRED HATCHELL MOLLY JAMES MARGARET McLEOD HELEN WARD HARRIET VAUGHAN LAURENCE ABBOTT FRESHMEN ERNEST CLIFTON JOHN H. DANIEL RODERICK LAW WOFFORD PETERSON BOOTH WARD LOUISE DeWITT FRANCES EDWARDS MARGARET ELLIS mabel McDonald JANE PARKER MARY F. TUCKER ALICE CONDOR Forty-Three FOOTBALL—1928 Coach.............................................W. S. HOOLE Captain..........................................“HUN” STOKES Manager.........................................ALBERT COUCH Sponsors........................BLANCHE DENNIS, MARY WARE Ends BYRD, HAZEL CHASTAIN, MASON BROWN, JOHN TEW, ROLAND Tackles STOKES, ERNEST DAVIS, “RED” Guards Quarterback McCOWN, CRAYTON Halfback CLIFTON, FRANK LUMIANSKY, BOB KILGO, JOHN Fullback WILSON, LESESNE DeWITT, GRAVELY STANLEY, JACK WARD, BOOTH HUNTLEY, C. B. VAUGHAN, DICK Center THOMAS, “HAWK” Other Members of Squad HUGH COLVIN, Back HOWARD EDWARDS, End CURTIS DeWITT, Guard HENRY MILLS, Guard M. D. WEAVER, Back NEIL MURPHY, Tackle NED DARGAN, Tackle Date Sept. 28 Oct. 5 Oct. 12 Oct. 19 Oct. 26 Nov. 2 SCHEDULE Opponent Place Dovesville---------------------Darlington_______________ Lake City......................Darlington ............ Dovesville ____________________Darlington_______________ Timmonsville__________________Forfeited ______________ Sardis ....................... Darlington _____________ Hartsville-------------------- Darlington ____________ Score They We 0 32 0 19 ..... 0 47 0 1 ..... 0 32 ._ 19 0 — — 19 131 Forty-Four Date Dec. 15 Jan. 8 Jan. 11 Jan. 15 Jan. 18 Jan. 22 Jan. 25 Jan. 30 Feb. 2 Feb. 6 Feb. 7 Feb. 12 Feb. 13 Feb. 15 Feb. 15 Feb. 16 Feb. 16 BASKETBALL — 1928 - 1929 Coach............................R. C. BARBARE Captain..........................BOB LUMIANSKY Forwards LUMIANSKY, BOB KILGO, JOHN BROWN, JOHN Center TEW, ROLAND Guards STOKES, ERNEST WARD, BOOTH McCOWN, CRAYTON Other Members of the Squad HUGH COLVIN, Forward HOWARD EDWARDS, Forward JAMES LYLES, Center CURTIS DeWITT, Guard LAURENCE ABBOTT, Forward DICK VAUGHAN, Guard JAMES MOZINGO, “Water Boy” PETE COGGESHALL, “Pest” Opponent Cheraw_________ Timmonsville Hartsville All-Stars Florence Timmonsville Cheraw All-Stars Florence _____ Bishopville Hartsville_____ Sumter ........ Bishopville Scranton ______ Sardis_________ Lamar _________ Hartsville .... SCHEDULE Score Place We They ..............Cheraw 21 30 — ....... Darlington ...................... _ 19 9 ............-..Hartsville ................ _ 17 13 ..............Darlington .................. 16 11 — ..........—Florence _______________________ 17 27 .......-...... Timmonsville 20 22 — .............Cheraw . 12 20 ..............Darlington ................... 16 15 .............. Florence ................. 16 31 .............. Bishopville .............. . 13 15 — ---------Darlington 12 6 — ..—.......—Sumter__________________________ 25 53 .............. Darlington.................... 15 16 ...............Florence ____________________ 34 15 --------------Florence ...................... 10 27 ............... Florence .................... 31 21 --------------Florence .................... 24 21 318 BASEBALL — 1929 Captain...........................................ERNEST STOKES Coach.................................................W. S. HOOLE PHOENIX HEWITT FRANK CLIFTON RICHARD DAVIS ERNEST STOKES LIT WILSON ROLAND TEW JOHN KILGO BOB LUMIANSKY SQUAD ALBERT COUCH JOHN BROWN BOOTH WARD BUNNY ABBOTT BILL WILSON BYRON DIXON HAZEL BYRD GUERRY WALTERS SCHEDULE 01anta in Olanta Sardis in Darlington 01anta in Olanta Hartsville in Hartsville Sardis in Sardis Hartsville in Darlington Won by Darlington 352 Forty-Five Phoenix (at the banquet)—I’d like to propose a little toast. Willie Banks—Nothin’ doin’, kid; I want a regular meal. SS? IS? S? Miss Williams—Wofford, what did you find out about the salivary glands ? Wofford—I couldn’t find out a thing, Miss Williams; they’re so bloomin’ secretive. !S? !S? SS? Hugh C.—Say, is that a real diamond you’re wearin’ ? Hazel—Well, if it ain’t, I’ve been gypped out of $2.50. St? St? SS? Miss Williams—This mountainside is very hard to climb, my dear; can’t we get a donkey? Mr. Barbare—Am I not here, darling; lean on my shoulder. SS? SS? SS? Blanche D.—I am soliciting for a charitable organization. What do you do with your old clothing? Bob—I brush them and hang them up carefully when I go to bed; then, in the morning, I put them on again. SS? SS? ! ? Garage Mechanic—Where’s the fan belt? Crayton McCown—Say, fellow, if you’re so anxious to get posted on geography, why don’t you go to school? SS? SS? SS? Doctor—I see you have a coat on your tongue. John K.—Do you mind looking down a little farther and getting me a pair of pants? SS? SS? SS? Preacher (to John Brown)—My good fellow, don’t you ever attend a place of worship? John—Yes, sir; I’m on my way to see Margaret now. Fortv-Sii Mother—Dad, have you read the “Angel’s Unawares,” yet? Bob to Hugh—What did mother say? Hugh—She asked dad if he had read about the angel’s underwear. ‘AS ‘AS ‘AS Miss Williams (in Biology)—I have written on the board some words and I wish you to give me a statement about each, Take the first, Wofford—bees. Wofford—Booth bees kept in every day. ‘AS ‘AS ‘AS First Soph—Say, Mendel Kelly is playing golf again after a five- year let up. Second Soph—That so? I guess he found his ball. ‘AS ‘AS ‘AS Miss Barbare—Use the word denote in a sentence, Hugh. Hugh Dargan (scratching his head)—Can I use denotes? Miss Barbare—Yes. Hugh—When you study music you got to learn de notes. � � r � � ; kM Miss Pettis—Can any of you tell me of an industrial event you’ve read lately? John Harrison—Yes, I found when Scotchmen first learned to swim. Miss Pettis—When? John H.— When toll bridges were introduced into Scotland. ‘AS ‘AS ‘AS James M.—Pa, you know you promised me $5 if I passed on every- thing. Mr. M.—Yes. James—Well, pa, you ain’t gonna have that expense. FortySet'cn ■+ i i I COKER COLLEGE A COLLEGE OF DISTINCTION i I 0 0 9 Fully accredited liberal arts College with Christian ideals dominant. Attractive provision for the happi- ness and symmetrical development of the individual student. 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