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

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“ 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

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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

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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