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

Text from Pages 1 - 68 of the 1930 volume:

DARGAN MEMORIAL THEATRE ST. JOHN'S ECHOES I 9 3 0 St. John's High School Darlington, South Carolina FOREWORD ALTHOUGH we offer nothing more than a little yearbook, we give it the name of St. John’s fbr- mer Annuals, ECHOES St. John’s Echoes, 19 3 0 5 TO OUR SPONSOR MISS GRACE SEABROOK To whose efficiency, interest, and faithfulness the success of this little book is largely due, we the Class of ’30 gratefully dedicate this volume of ECHOES 6 St. John's Echoes, 1930 STAFF 1930 Editor-in-Chief Business Manager Senior Editor Literary Editor Sports Editor Joke Editor Club Editor Underclass Editor ANNIE McC. EDWARDS MARGARET McLEOD . . TADDY JAMES . . FRANCES HUFF . . DICK VAUGHAN . . . IVAN TAUB INEZ LAW J. P. BRUNSON, JR. Prize Poem Class Poem Class Statistics Class History Class Prophecy Fairy Wishes Class Will . Poems . Prize Story Prize Editorial CONTRIBUTORS .........................SUE JAMES ......................CURTIS DeWITT . . . DOROTHY PARKER and EDITH REGISTER ......................J. P. BRUNSON, JR. ..........................INEZ LAW ....................HARRIET VAUGHAN .............JACK BYRD and JAMES LYLES ...............SUE JAMES and ANN WARE ........................ ANN WARE PEARL MUNN St. John's Echoes, 1 9 3 0 MR. J. C. DANIEL .... MISS SUSANNAH VV. BRUNSON MISS MARGARET AUSTIN . MISS LOLLI E BARBARE . . MR. RALPH BARBARE . . . MISS ROBBIE PARKS, . . . 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 Frencl' Home Economics Mathematics Mathematics and Science English Commercial Department TRUSTEES OF ST. JOHN’S J. P. BRUNSON, Chairman G. B. BRASINGTON D. T. McKEITHAN DR. O. B. DAVIS E. C. DENNIS 8 St. John's Echoes, 1!) 3 0 Utlliam lurrh Srunamt AN APPRECIATION 9N THE DEATH of the Chairman of our Board of Trustees, Mr. William Burch Brunson, which occurred June 25, 1929, Darlington lost a most honored, worthy, and useful citizen, and our schools suffered an irreparable loss. For many years as a member of our Board of Trustees, and during his last two years as its Chairman, he rendered most valuable service in the development and enlagrement of our schools. He served on many committees with that fidelity and efficiency that characterized his whole life as a business man. His work as a member of the finance committee was especially noteworthy for its accuracy and effectiveness. Although a very busy man, he was always willing to put aside per- sonal affairs in order that he might attend all meetings of the Board. Realizing his great responsibility as Chairman of the Board, he felt it to be his duty to visit the schools often so as to secure firsthand information as to their condition. He really enjoyed these visits, and they became more and more frequent each year. His interest in the recitations of classes in English was most intense and he never wearied in discussing the correct use of words. Till the day of his death he habitually read THE RIGHT WORD column in THE STATE and talked very entertainingly of some of the conclusions reached by Mr. Nicholson. Both teachers and pupils feel keenly the loss of his sympathetic visits to their classrooms. In appearance Mr. Brunson was tall, erect, and stately, with a touch of aloof- ness that would cause a stranger to hesitate before approaching him with the glad hand of familiarity. But those who knew him best clearly perceived the glow of a warm, sympathetic heart would could easily make friends and hold them. Although modest and retiring in disposition, yet he never hesitated to declare boldly and frankly his honest opinion on any question of public or private import. His friends loved him for the outstanding genuineness and nobility of his character. In 1926 a number of business and professional men of Darlington were invited to address the high school students at the open hour each Wednesday on vocational guidance. Mr. Brunson consented to talk to the students on HOW TO BECOME A SUCCESSFUL MERCHANT. The keynote of his message was that honesty, integ- rity, truthfulness, and hard work are the fundamental elements of success in the vocation of the merchant. His whole business career as a merchant was based upon the elements here emphasized. Indeed, if this message were broadcast to all the high schools of our country today, the effect would be wholesome. J. C. DANIEL St. John’s Echoes, 1930 V PRIZE POEM YOUTH SONG Do not mind us if we sing Only of the spring, the spring. Only of the morning blue — You had a day in April, too. We have not long to seek, to find — Youth is so short, and time will bind. We have not long to dream of wings; Oh, let us take each hour that sings Of freedom and the soaring sky! For life will bind, and youth — can die. SUE FLINN JAMES 10 S t. J o h n's E c h o e s, 19 3 0 CLASS OF 1930 President.............................................JAMES MOZINGO Vice President.........................................EDWIN DARGAN Secretary...............................................MINNIE SMOOT Treasurer..................................................CRAYTON McCOWN Colors: Green and White Motto: “Push On to Greater Heights of Worthiness” Flower: Corn-flower Ht 'M THE CALL CLASS POEM What hope is that which has led us Up from the cradle to this? What hand is that which has borne us On through these days of bliss? Where is that life that has been So free? ’Tis gone — we know not where ; And even the ones who have shown us Are gone — no longer here — no longer here. We wonder what lies before us — Would we could see ahead And hear the voice of the famous Rise from the graves of the dead. ’T would plead for us to follow Those trails which they have blazed And center our lives on their teachings And the structures they have raised. Will we answer this call so aged And hark to the voice of the past? Will we take their work as they left it And follow while life shall last? Press forward and onward and upward Till we climb to the mountain crest, And there we shall find attainment, And content in the goal possest. CURTIS DeWITT, ’JO II St. John's Echoes, 19 30 JAMES PIERCE MOZINGO, JR. James possesses a faculty — or shall we say talent — that of never worrying:. He has grinned all through High School and fully expects to do so through life. We dare say he will — by now it's a habit that's unbreakable. Although he had to look serious for a while as Senior Presi- dent. he soon recovered. We wish James and his grin all the luck in the world ! Baseball '28: basketball 28-‘29; cheer leader '29: Uavne: Critic '27. '29: censor ‘27, 28: secretary and treasurer 27. '28; program ’27, 28; joke editor Junior Bulle- tin: toastmaster Junior-Senior banquet '29; president Senior Class; manager basket- ball ’30; manager baseball '30. annie McCullough edwards Culu is a typical young modern • peppy, talented, and easy to look at. You can be sure to find her in the center of all activities, whether in the thick of Annual work, at a pep” meet, or in the training of aspiring chorines for the Jr. Kevin” in other words. Culu is Just plain GOOD! Orchestra; All-State Orchestra: Glee Club; basketball '28, '29: vice president Orches- tra ’29; Hditor-in-Chief Echoes '30; Senior Follies; Poetry Club; Delta '27. '28. 29. '30: vice president St. John's ’30. JOHN WILLIS BROWN Girls really don't mind falling in line at recess now and they fall all over their feet changing classes if they catch sight of John Brown wielding the bell with a wicked twirl. John's Block D’s always look three times as big as the others', and he has quite a few of these. St. John’s will find another bellringer when he leaves, but it will have a hard time finding another John. Monitor '26. '27: football '27. '28. '29; bas- ketball '28, '29: baseball '28. '29; captain basketball '30; marshal '29; athletic editor Junior Bulletin; bell monitor ’29. 30; Senior play. JAMES PHINNEY BRUNSON, JR. J. ust P. ipe the B oy making all the fuss yonder — R ight now he is very busy—with his mouth. IT nusual ? No. it's not — there is N o novelty in hearing J. I , talk — S o listen in and see what he says. r hear it. rather. N ow! Oh. we knew you’d like it— everybody does ! Proctor ’26-’28: critic Hayne '29; baseball '29; manager football ’29; cheer leader ’29. '30: underclass editor Echoes '30; business manager Bulletin '30; Senior play; class historian. EMMA LAW BAKER B right A ttractive K Ind 10 new tic B eliable —But that only spells B-A-K-E-H. which is just half. Emma Law is all of this — and more, too! Proctor '27. ’28: censor Lanier. JACK BLACKWELL BYRD This Byrd has a business-like manner which won for him many honors in High School. Dependability is his middle name or—maybe In has two. the other being Argument. However. Jack has made a name for himself which will be remem- bered here. Secretary Hayne 28: assistant business manager Bulletin ’29: editor-in-chief Bul- letin ’30: chief marshal '29: class lawyer: Senior play: Delta '27. '28. ’29. ’30. NANNIE DeWITT D ependable E nergetlc V illing I ndependent T rustworthy T ruthful Monitor ‘28, 29, ’30: basketball ’28. '30. RICHARD LIGON DAVIS Does he ever talk? At times. Watch him in that sporty car of his. Quiet Yes; but that type has always caused trouble among women. Itichard is seem- ingly not an exception. But he is not But h - less about the matter. Best wishes. Bichard — may you always be able to drive that Erskine of yours over the bumps of the Boad of Life! Assistant property manager Senior play; censor Coker: baseball 29. '30: basket- ball ’30. St. John's Echoes, 19 30 13 WILLIAM EDWIN DARGAN Ned's grin can seen where the fun is thickest. He was featured as one of the toughest men in football this year, and 1 is playing proved this. The vice presidency of the class is usually a silent office, but Ned stood out as the holder of this—he was well chosen. Football '28. '21); basketball 20: assistant baseball manager '30: proctor '28. ’2D; Coker: Critic '29: vice president '30; busi- ness manager .Junior Bulletin: assistant manager Bulletin'29: vice president Senior Class: Poetry Club. MILDRED LUNN HATCHELL M odest I ntelligent L ikeable I) utiful It ellable E a meat 1 lligent Monitor '27. '28. '29. '30: Glee Club; St. .John's: Parliamentarian '29: program com- mittee: exchange editor Junior Bulletin; Bulletin staff '30: Poetry Club; program committee Poetry Club; Delta'27.'28,'29.'30 ERNEST PERRY LANGSTON Ernest lives up to his name in the finality of his work and in the seriousness with which he takes life. In fact, he overdoes it sometimes and becomes a pessimist of the deepest dye. Cheer up. Ernest! The worst is yet to come — you'll be married some day! Marshal '29: business manager Senior play; general manager Senior play: critic Hayne Literary Society. HELEN DRIGGS WARD II clpful E arnest L oyal E fficient N eat W illing A ffable It esourceful 1) emu re Delta Club '27. ’28; critic Lanier Literary Society '28; basketball '28; Glee Club '29; monitor '30: joke editor Bulletin '29: mem- ber Poetry Society '30; exchange editor Bulletin '30. u St. John's Echoes, 1 i) 3 0 WILLIAM CURTIS DeWITT The l� o.v with the sax is Curtis and what will the Junior piris do next year without him to Hirt with? Wherever Curtis goes. they'll soon know about him he’ll tell them. It's a habit of his. Orchestra '2x. '29, '30: football ’29. ’30; basketball 29. ’30: class poet '30; chem- istry laboratory assistant 30; Senior Class play ’30. MARY LOUISE RHODES Mary Louise is bent on brightening some business man's office, for she has taken about every commercial course available at St. John's. The class stands ready to give a good testimonial for her to anyone who wants a first-class stenog. Look monitor 21� . WILLIAM MASON HOWLE The most noticeable thing about William is ins smile. And behind this lie has brains just look at his math record! Mis pleas- ant. unassuming manners and his courtesy have made him many friends here and ve predict that they will contiuue to do so through life. IVAN TAUB Ivan knows a lot — honest! The only trouble is he will toll what he does know at the wrong time. As the villain in “Who Wouldn't He Crazy he made every- one crazy about him. Delta Club'2H: critic Mayne Literary Society; secretary and treasurer Mayne; athletic editor Bulletin '21 ; basketball ’21� ; football ■2! : Joke editor Annual '30; Senior play ’30. St. John's Echoes, It) 3 () ir, JOHN PHOENIX HEWITT On the athletic field — a perfect demon — a good man on any team — just ask the coach. Off the athletic field — the deb- onair, dignified, sometimes high-hat ladles’ man — just ask the ladies! This is Phoe- nix. who is a living proof that all who live in the country are not hay seeds. President Junior Class '29: president Coker Literary Society: editor-in-chief Bulletin ’So: editor-in-chief Junior Bulle- tin '29: assistant editor-in-chief Bulletin ’29: baseball '29. ’30: secretary and treas- urer Coker Lterary Society ’29: marshal ’29; Block 1). SUE FLINN JAMES Here’s to a real “live-wire.” Taddy is a corking good cheer leader because when she does a thing she does it well! A bounding school spirit, a ready grin, a square-shooter,” a true friend — a poet. We, the class of 30. are proud to claim her. What more can we say of her than Taddy is Taddy?” Censor Lanier Literary Society ’24: critic Lanier Society ’2T : captain Junior basket- ball ’28: Glee Clui� '29. '30: all-Stale chorus '29: poetry prize ’29: Delta Club ’29: cheer leader ’30: Junior editorial writer; joke editor Bulletin 29: town news editor Bul- letin '28. basketball squad '27. ’28. ’29; Senior editor Annual ’30; basketball man- ager ’30; president Poetry Society ’30. JAMES ROBERT LYLES, JR. If James had ever really studied there’s no telling what would have happened — his marks would probably have been over 100 because as it was he stood very, very high and made l’s in spite of himself. The wave-lengths of Speedy's hair will some day entitle him to a radio station and we fully expect to hear him on the air in the future on “How to get by with- out studying.’’ Marshal ’29: Delta Club '27. 28, '29; athletic editor Bulletin; class lawyer ’30: Senior play. EDWARD BENJAMIN DAVIS A man’s man is “Red” which is proved by the fact that he was football captain and the hero of every little boy in town. However. Red did not spend all his en- ergies on sports but was a faithful, earn- est student and won the respect and ad- miration of classmates and teachers alike. Football team '27, 28, ’29. ’30; captain football team '30; Block 1). 1930 16 St. John's Echoes CRAYTON McCOWN Mr. McCown, if you please, the Blue Devil s quarterback—. At a tender ag;e Drayton had a reputation for noise- In- st ill has it. Crayton will be missed here; St. John’s will wonder, on th« athletic field and off. why the atmosphere is so very quiet. Assistant athletic editor ’27: football ’2«. '27. '28, '29. ‘30; baseball '28, ‘29; basket- ball 28, '29. ’30; president Hayne Literary Society ’29: treasurer Senior Class: Block 1 ; Senior play. MARGARET ELIZABETH JEFFORDS Music is her middle name evidently. In- dispensable in the Glee Club, as well as in the Orchestra. What shall we do for a •‘sontf bird when .Margaret passes from our campus? Critic Lanier Literary Society '27; censor Lanier Literary Society 28: president Glee Club ’2!� ; president Lanier Society ’30; Orchestra '27. '28. '29. '30: all-State orchestra; Bulletin staff '30; Senior play. JULIAN HILL WILSON Julian comes last on the roll but don’t let that fool you — he’s first in everything else, especially in fun and jollity •—even math was fun to him. too. He starred in this subject, which is an accomplishment anyone can be proud of. Assistant business manager Senior play; marshal '29. PEARL ELIZABETH HILL Pearl’s name suits her precisely. As a student she works hard and as a friend she is true and loyal. During her sojourn here Pearl has leaned toward commercial courses. St. John's feels sure that wher- ever she Koes she will make a grood secre- tary or stenog to some man some day! St. John’s Echoes, 1030 MILDRED BAKER Mildred has a talent which lots of peo- ple spend years cultivating — she knows how to be herself. Her unassumed air of friendliness and her contagious laugh have won for her a host of friends and made her a prime favorite in the class. Parliamentarian St. John’s Literary Society ’30: Senior play; member Poetry Society. LAWRENCE ELMER ABBOTT There's not much of him. but what there is is always right on the dot and up to the minute - and sometimes a little ahead of time — so the boys of opposing teams said this year. “Barney” starred in all the sports St. John's affords and has enough Block D's to paper his room. We’ll miss Barney and his dry wit. Delta Club '27. '28; president Sophomore Class '28; baseball '29; basketball '23; football '29; marshal ’29; vice president Coker Literary Society; president Coker '30; Senior play. 17 MOLLIE JAMES M—usic is the main thing about her 0— f course you find this out L—ingering near her house L—istening is sweet, however: Mollie 1— s no slouch at the piano E—very body agrees to this. Orchestra; Glee Club. Delta Club '27. '28: Junior basketball team; Bulletin stafT '30; Senior play. FRANCES LEA HUFF We never thought much of Lamar until Prances came and then we realized that it must be all right after all if it had girls like this one. A mainstay on the basket- ball team, a member of the Senior play cast, one-sixth of the famous Follies Sex- tet. one-fifth of Miss Brunson's Latin class — Frances has certainly succeeded well •— who said she wouldn’t? Literary editor Annual '30: local editor Bulletin ’30; president Lanier Literary So- ciety ’30; member basketball squad ’30; Senior play: baseball sponsor '30; Block D 30. St. J oh n ' s Echoes, !) ■ ( INEZ LAW Mcr wit and ready smile have kept the class pepped up for so long that really we wonder when we all scatter how we'll net along with no Inez. She «raced the field as football sponsor this year and did it well. Good luck. Inez! They're going to like you wherever you go. Vice president Sophomore Class; vice president Junior Class; critic St. John's Literary Society '27. '28; basketball; Glee Club; Senior editor Annual; president St. John's Literary Society 21 : sponsor foot- ball 29: censor St. John's Society; Class Prophet '30. WILLIAM PEMBERTON GREENE Hill got a car to match his name and then fared forth, taking his car with him—. His slow drawl marks him for the Southerner he is. as do his easy-going ways. Hill, all dressed up and going somewhere, is really imposing - looking — no wonder so many fall! Eighth grade proctor; laboratory assist- ant; assistant property manager Senior play. MARGARET WILLIAMSON McLEOD If Margaret had been twins she could not have increased her list of talents or accomplishments. At basketball, in the Follies, in tin- classroom, at Glee Club — these are just a few of her many activi- ties. Margaret is one the world will make room for — at the top. Student Council '27, '28; critic St. John's Society ‘27: censor '28: vice president St. John's '30; Glee Club '29. '30; president Glee Club '30; all-State Glee Club; basket- ball '27. '28. '29. '30; captain basketball team '29; secretary Junior Class; Chapel monitor '28; cheer leader '29; assistant business manager Bulletin '28; business manager Annual; Senior play; Block D. DOROTHY LEIGH PARKER The Parker who never parks but is always going places and seeing things all over town. — here's another who slings xi wicked wit — Dot is quiet to those who don't know her, but she is a good friend to her friends and an entertaining one, too. Glee Club; treasurer Lanier Society; pro- gram committee Lanier '29. '30; basketball '28, '29, '30; joke editor Bulletin '30; vice president Lanier '30; secretary Poetry Club: class statistician: Senior Follies: Poetry Club. St. John's Echoes, 19 30 19 RUTH LaMOTTE Ruth joined us late but better late than never - - and when she did get here she made herself so indispensable that we have wondered ever since how we grot along: without her. She quickly showed her dramatic ability in the Senior Follies and the Junior Revue. Then the crown- ing glory, she starred in the Senior play. President St. John’s Society '30; basket- ball squad '30; Senior play; baseball spon- sor ’30; Block D ’30. RUTH RUSS Ruth's winsome face and sweet smile have brightened our classroom for two years — our only regret is that she could not have come sooner and stayed longer! Member of St. John’s Literary Society; Senior monitor. PEARL TOWNSEND MUNN Who is the soft-voiced, brown-eyed maiden who flashes a smile at you in passing? This is one of the Pearls of the Pee Dee and that means a Pearl of great price. Critic Lanier Society '29; book monitor 30; social editor Junior Bulletin ’29: prize essay ’29; censor Lanier ’30. EDITH ELIZABETH REGISTER Edith has a poise which many strive for but few attain. While she is one of the beauties of the class she has made her- self useful as well as ornamental. Her songs in the Junior Revue helped it to go over with a bang and were largely re- sponsible for the success of the Senior play. Secretary Lanier '27: vice president Lanier 27; Orchestra ’27. ’28. '29. ’30; secretary Orchestra '28; president Orchestra '29; member all-State Orchestra; local editor Bulletin ’29; Senior play. 20 St. John's Echoes, If) «V 0 HARRIET ELIZABETH VAUGHAN There's not much of her but there’s just lots to her. Harriet makes up for her size in the amount of her charm and in good fellowship towards everybody in general and to—Gus in particular. Class secretary '27: class treasurer ’28: secretary Lanier 27; critic Lanier ’29: secretary-treasurer Glee Club 28. ’29; Orchestra ’26, ’27. ’28. ’29: basketball 26. '27, '28; sponsor football '29; Delta Club '29. ’30; ull-State Orchestra; chairman program committee ’30: Glee Club 29, ’30: class fairy '30; Poetry Society; Senior Fol- lies: Senior play. RICHARD SPAIN VAUGHAN In the spring of his Senior year Dick became so dapper and neat that he was often taken for his brother. “The Dude. Besides wearing his clothes well In shone as business manager of the Bulletin and on the football field. Football 26. '27, '28. '29; basketball '28. 29; baseball '28. ’30: vice president .I unior Class: marshal ’21«: business and exchange editor Bulletin '30: program committee Hayne ’29: sports editor Annual '30: Poetry Society ’30: chairman Poetry So- ciety program committee 30; vice presi- dent Poetry Society ’30; property man- ager class play. MINNIE GARNER SMOOT Minnie is somewhat of a paradox — her hair is red which usually means a red temper but has Minnie? No. there’s the miracle: she has as sweet a disposition Us anyone. Alt ho modest and unassuming she can be depended on to carry out any task assigned her. Treasurer Sophomore ('lass; treasurer Lanier ’29; secretary-treasurer Lanier '30: secretary Senior Class '30; Bulletin staff ’30. St. John's Echoes, 1!) 3 0 21 SILHOUETTES CLASS STATISTICS HE YEAR 1930 has shown a revival of Silhouettes. All leading magazines are full of them, proving that this old-fashioned art has again come to the front in popularity. We think it appropriate, then, that we present this year’s class to you in Silhouettes: Behold the “It” boy of the class of ’30—better known as “Mamma’s baby” and the boy with the wondrous bluff. Notice his superior and yet docile air. And because of his willingness to entertain, he may be seen at his best when surrounded by a group of charmed admirers. This is none other than—Curtis DeWitt. Who is the fairy-like creature with the golden curls who switches her angelic form about the campus? Ho Ho! Bring on the harp to lend enchantment to her nymph-like figure. But—though small, petite—she bubbles over with friendship and sweetness. Good luck to Harriet, the lady of the golden curls and selected beauty of the class of ’3D! Behold Apollo in Silhouette! Look at that winning smile and bewitching look as he gracefully approaches us. Notice the excitement created among the fair sex at his appearance. It is our Phoenix—the handsomest shiek of the class of ’30. Who is this manly form that strides across the stage, eyes to the front, chin at a determined angle, football tucked under his good right arm? Why, it’s the same “Bud” Brown, our best athlete. And this girl who dashes in his way as if he were the Hartsville side-center? Note the intentness of her classic profile, the clinching of her little fists, the stamp of her feet, the enthusiasm of every feature. Margaret McLeod, of course, our Best All Round and athletic girl. Tramp, tramp, tramp, rah, rah, rah, here comes school spirit personified. That swinging gait, that cheerful grin, those graceful, appealing gestures proclaim her as the best cheer leader St. John’s has ever had as well as the one voted by the class as the mo3t school spirited. Whose erect, manly form is this striding forth with his face wreathed in smiles? You can easily guess—Crayton McCown, you know—the boy who loves to talk. Always in the best of humor and full of pep, he inspires his classmates to look always for the silver lining. He is rightfully called the Best All Round boy of the class of ’30. Who is this vivacious little girl so saucily strutting toward us? A little coquette! Sure it’s that alluring Ruth. Watch her roll those eyes! But there is something St. John's Echoes, 1930 22 besides mischief underneath that curly head. There’s plenty of gray matter and with it an art of making friends among the opposite sex. And who so timidly trips before the eyes of the modest onlookers? Tis Red, our bashful boy. Is he bashful, we ask again? Yes—everywhere except the gridiron— and there, oh, boy! Red has led his team mates to victory many times, and proved his own splendid worth. Hail, hail! Man of many traits: The class flirt—proven; 1930’s laziest product; and—last, an honor rigidly fought for, the class clown. See, there he is—the lazy thing—but not too lazy to be a clown and a very fascinating flirt. It’s James Mozingo, of course. Modesty, thy name is Mildred—so modest, so courteous, so dependable. We’ll miss our Mildred many times but we’ll know that wherever she is—and whatever she’s doing—she will be sweet tempered and she will be reliable. But Mildred is not alone in this honor. Ned Dargan, with his manly form, quiet, reserved manner and winning smile comes in, too, under this head. To Ned goes this honor, well deserved. Classmates, readers, behold a gentleman! “That’s Jack Byrd.” “No—t’sn’t.” “Yes—it is.” He is the most argumentative of the class of 1930. How proudly he struts, how boldly he argues, how nobly he takes defeat. And this is no small honor in a class of 41 argumenta tors! And thus, gentle readers, we have presented to you the Class of 1930 in Silhouette. DOT PARKER and EDITH REGISTER. r St. J oh n's Echoes, 1.9 H 0 23 TALL OAKS S |EE YONDER TREE—It is hard to realize that it was once only a little sapling. Even so it is hard to believe that these brawny men and pretty ladies were once the bare-footed boys and curly-haired girls who entered the first grade eleven years ago as saplings of the trees that they now are. The teachers all admitted that we certainly represented that first syllable at least—the three letters S-A-P. But try to think of our Lawrence being the class husky, and see if you can remember the time when our bold, bad Crayton was not even timid. Also when James Mozingo would blush when the girls so much as looked at him. The boys all collected at one side of the room and appeared to be afraid of girls. But the girls—oh—they collected on the other side and slyly made “eyes” at the timid boys. Then came our first lessons. Practically all of us knew the alphabet but we were generous enough to allow someone else to repeat it. As we passed from one grade to another, however, we lost our stage-fright and tried to really get something out of school. All of us were afraid of Mr. Daniel and his “strap” and were therefore very good. Our teachers gave us little trouble but they annoyed us sometimes with what they called “home-work.” They never studied their lessons, but always asked us what was in the book. They were terribly dumb and I sincerely hope that we taught them something. But I believe that if all the teachers would only study the books which they have, the pupils would not have to teach them so much. When we got to the fifth, sixth and seventh grades, we found out that our teachers in these grades really knew a little, but even then they liked to find out what we knew by playing the game of asking us questions. While we were in these grades the teachers thought that it would be quite wise to attempt to educate our parents and the other pupils and teachers of the school, besides Mr. Daniel. So we prepared some projects. In these we tried to show, in the simplest ways possible, what we knew about Geography, Arithmetic and English. We certainly hope that they profited by our knowledge. When we had completed seven years of grammar school, our missionary spirit ran so high that we were eager to see what improvement we could make in the high school. However, before leaving the grammar school for good, we presented an entertainment 21 St. John's Echoes, 19 3 0 to the public. We also had commencement exercises and were graduated with honor from the graded school. I suppose that all of you know that the greenness of freshmen is proverbial. We were not only green but verdant. One of our number. I’ll call no names, when he saw the water fountain running, ran to tell Miss Brunson that the water was all leaking away. Still another thought that there was a tree called a palmolive, and said as much in class. Although we took our class troubles lightly, we found others of a more serious nature in the sophomores. Nevertheless, their effect was good, for we soon lost our greenness. It was often SUPPLANTED by different colors—most of the time, black and blue, and we found ourselves steadily becoming sober and serious citizens. However, our little forest of saplings had grown in strength and stature, and had begun to show the characteristics for which we were later noted. Th? following year we entered the ninth grade. And we, like all other sopho- mores, were called “wise fools.” Taking no stock in the adjective “wise” I shall tell you that we certainly fitted the latter part of this name. As a class we probably had enough brains to go around but it did not seem to be evenly divided. Especially among the boys there was a serious lack of common “horse” sense. In spite of this though, we proved ourselves to be one of the best sophomore classes St. John’s had ever had. We put the freshmen in their places, and attempted to put the juniors, seniors, and teachers in theirs, but to no avail. Then the next year found us juniors. This year we nearly put the seniors out of “business.” We had grown so much that the shadows of our success practically eclipsed the efforts of the poor seniors. Oftentimes, too, we were mistaken for them, which we thought was quite a compliment to our friends, the seniors. To sum all of this up, we just out-seniored the seniors. But we still thought of the time when we would attain that dignified estate and could show the others how to be super seniors. During this year, however, we thought much of the seniors and ourselves too, for that matter, which was shown by the Junior-Senior Banquet of 1929. We were the first class to give one, but we sincerely hoped that the succeeding classes would follow our noble example. This banquet was quite a triumph, the meal proper proving to be of the most interest to all, which is more than can be said of some speeches made by the teachers. Following the meal came some “stunts” by the juniors which showed the seniors up. This time we were certainly successful in putting them in their places. Then came the crowning event of our career. We became seniors in September of the year ’29. But alas—our junior experiences had been so much like senior experi- ences, that nearly all of the thrill of being a senior was taken away. But we got along as best we could in spite of this. Our teachers all thought that we placed ourselves almost on a par with them, but they were sadly mistaken for we considered ourselves greatly their superiors. The faculty was everywhere looked down upon as only an abominable pest in our classes. They even went so far as to forbid us to talk to each other during lessons. This was the gala year of our school days. Here we were seniors, but we were still considerate of the outside world. We gave a Senior Follies and Minstrel for the St. John's E c hoe s , 19 3 (! 23 public, and later made the “Junior Revue” a success to help the Junior Class. Then, of course, there was our senior play in which we “shone.” All along: our way through school other trees had been set out in our little forest while some were taken away from it. But there is still quite a large group here as you can see. Stay with me a while—and be kind enough to accompany me through the forest of this Senior Class. We have separated into different types of trees and here I will try to point out to you the individuals. Here stands a clump of Oaks—large and dependable— by the names of John Brown, Ned Dargan, Richard Davis, Mollie James and Julian Wilson. Then over here the pines—stately pines of untold value to the world— Lawrence Abbott, Inez Law, Margaret McLeod. Over there the very useful and charming maples—Edith Register, Ruth Russ and Pearl Munn. And now we come to two trees of much beauty—the Mimosa and the Magnolia—Harriet Vaughan and Margaret Jeffords. Next comes the trees noted for their broad roots and splendid foundations—Jack Byrd, Mildred Hatchell, James Lyles. Then here is a very hardy and useful tree—the fir, represented by Edward Davis. Right beside it grows a group of fine spruce trees—almost like the pines—Ivan Taub, William Howie and Phoenix Hewitt. And here is a clump of sturdy and hardy hickorys as Neill Murphy, Dick Vaughan and Ernest Langston. Nearby are three trees that we could hardly get along without—the cocoanut trees, namely, James Mozingo, Crayton McCown and Mildred Baker. Next to these you see the pretty quivering little aspens, perpetually fluttering and whispering—Ruth LaMotte and Frances Lea Huff. We have, too, some holly trees; they get along almost anywhere—Annie Me. Edwards, William Greene, Taddy James and Dorothy Leigh Parker. Now at last we come to a group of very stately but modest trees—the elms—Minnie Smoot, Mary Louise Rhodes, Emma Law Baker, Helen Ward, Nannie DeWitt and Pearl Hill. I sincerely hope that you love nature enough to enjoy these fine specimens of trees—and that you have found as much pleasure in their history as I did—and now I take great pleasure in presenting to you the senior “forest” of 1930. J. P. BRUNSON, JR., ’30 St. John's Echoes, t 9 3 0 26 GYPSY MAGIC CLASS PROPHECY IT WAS a late November afternoon. The football game was won! I could hear the last straggling laugh of the crowd as they left the grounds. As I tripped through the narrow path in the woods leading to my home, I decided the world was a beautiful place in which to live. The golden autumn sunset shimmering mystically through the brilliant leaves, intensified the still, lonely silence. The hazy richness of the atmosphere, the steady flow of the tiny stream, and the stillness, all formed a picture as elusive and impalpable as a day dream. Wishing things could stay like this forever, I finished the apple I was eating and quickly began counting the seeds—“One, I love—two, I love—three, I love, I say—four, I love with all my heart—five, I cast away—” Suddenly I was interrupted by a laugh and a rustle of leaves! Peeping quizzically through the bushes was the mischievous, smiling face of a gypsy child. I found myself in a gypsy camp! I was fascinated by the sight of the tent, the fire, the brown woman with her babies, the radiant colors of their scanty clothes, and the strange music of a guitar. Night had fallen. I lingered—spellbound by the sweetest, wildest music I had ever heard — melodies made at will. The graceful bodies of the amber-hued children danced in the firelight like magic elfins. A laughing, carefree woman dressed in scanty, limp clothing and a beautiful shawl, a scarlet kerchief around her black head and her neck adorned by a necklace of gold coins, sat near me giving a vivid account of their wanderings. She told of gypsy romance, of gypsy folk-lore and of the wonderful gift of second sight. Deftly she removed an odd-looking ring from her hand and slipped it on the first finger of my left hand. In a flash I could read the future! Crayton McCown, who boasts of being “Darlington’s Best Sofa,” will go a step further, sooner or later, as he will become the private sofa to a triple-chinned, three- hundred-and-fifty-pound “sweet thing” known as “wifey.” Ruth LaMotte shall rule over men. For while on a big-game hunt in the African jungles she will adopt a long-lost tribe and become “Queen Boop-Boopa-Doop,” wield- ing her heavy scepter with a firm hand. To the amazement of his friends, Ivan Taub will become a fearless lion tamer. Before his iron will the roaring beasts become docile as kittens, as their master places his handsome head in their hungry mouths. His dependable and fearless understudy will be no less than William Howie, himself well knowrn in this profession. Taddy James, as “The Lady Champ Golfer,” will go on an extended vamoose to Africa, where she will have plenty of space and caddies to satisfy her wants. Ned Dargan will run away from home to become a popular night club leader and tap dancer, spreading sunshine with his good-natured grin! One of the most interesting figures in the music world of tomorrow will be the noted director of the Newr York Symphony Orchestra. Dressed in the customary St. John's Echoes, 1930 27 black suit with flowing hair and tie, the great artist adds laurels to her crown by her superb directing — it is our own Edith Register! One of America’s foremost lecturers, John Phoenix Hewitt will be. His most successful and forceful lectures he will deliver to desperate husbands on the sub- ject, “How to Keep VVifey Subdued.” As Monte Carlo’s richest and most reckless lady gambler, Mildred Hatched will make a name and reputation for herself. It is at Mildred’s villa in southern France where Minnie Smoot, the world’s worst husband-wrecker, will spend many pleasant hours with her old friend. It is Minnie’s fate to become a second Peggy Joyce, tying and untying the matrimonial knot nine times. Curtis DeWitt as an author will become the shining idol of young school boys, after having revealed the “key to popularity” in his book, “How to Become a High School Hero.” Emma Law Baker’s many friends will follow her glamorous career with much interest. She will sign a long-term contract as prima donna of the Metropolitan Opera Company. James Lyles, as the world’s greatest “lover” of all time, on screen and stage, will win fame and fortune. His favorite leading lady being a dainty and fragile blonde, Suzette Marchalette, who in private life is Frances Lea Huff. Helen Ward, as a professional fancy diver, will tour the country with her trainer, Mildred Baker, herself a professional in all aquatic sports. Atlantic City will soon be overcrowded with the “weaker sex” when our manly Dick Vaughan decides to be a life guard and begins to strut up and down the strand, eagerly saving drowning damsels or gladly giving private swimming lessons to fair maidens. Florenz Ziegfeld, while passing through the South, will “discover” “Culu” Edwards, and overnight she will become a favorite Broadway butterfly, dancing with fast-flying feet along the path of stardom. The “Fresh Air Corporation,” owned by Bunny Abbott and Richard Davis, will be a “sure-fire” success. They will become millionaires almost overnight, as the business of this firm will be to air the pets of the new-rich at 50 cents an hour. Nannie DeWitt is to become an artist’s model and live in Greenwich Village, where she will win fame posing for an artist suffering from the “modernistic mania.” Julian Wilson and Ernest Langston will start out “to see the world,” but will end by becoming champion feather pickers on an ostrich farm in Australia. The society columns will feature the “doings” of one of America’s most popular young society matrons of New York. Newport, and Palm Beach. For Harriet Vaughan is to make a brilliant marriage and take her place as a social leader. Speeding motorists will be stopped with a firm hand by a comely little police- woman. Pearl Munn is destined to be the captain of a group of none-too-gentle “lady cops.” For Jack Byrd, I saw a flourishing business as owner of a large lunch table on the campus of St. John’s. Jack has developed a method of controlling hungry stu- St. John's Echoes, 1 9 3 0 23 dents by the use of a trusty pair of steel knucks. But this is not the only familiar face there, as Ruth Russ succeeds Mr. Daniel as superintendent and proves herself a competent but cruel head. Her lusty shouts and stern orders make the dear old rafters ring: and the teachers quake. The future reveals a fistic career for “our own” Red Davis. As a popular con- tender for the heavy-weight championship, he will spend his time autographing articles for his many feminine admirers. James Mozingo is destined to be a college freshman for eight consecutive years, until he and James Brunson cooperate and form the snappiest black-face minstrels on record. The question of who the treasurer should be will not be settled until James Brunson purchases a dime bank and elects himself to that responsible position. Margaret Jeffords and Mollie James will seek their fortunes as “an orchestra of two parts,” Mollie furnishing the jazz and Margaret the crooning. But they will prove themselves true artists, giving concerts at Carnegie Hall as a side line. Mary Louise Rhodes and Pearl Hill will be “somebody’s stenogs” until they decide that a double wedding in a glider will afford more thrills than an irritable boss. The spacious rooms of the “Lovely Lady Beauty Shoppe” will overflow with fair ones in quest of beauty under the skilled fingers of William Pemberton Greene. His languid air and condescending manner mark him an artist, but his secret satis- faction is that he is never thrown with one lady long enough to tire of her company. As a popular and successful football coach, “Bud” Brown will “come into his own” at a large “junior” college for girls. His methods are considered flawless — as the students flock to his feet. The name of the famous “Reducing Camp for Fat Business Men” will resound from continent to continent. Margaret McLeod and Dot Parker, as the fair owners and operators, will invent the most effective and strenuous setting-up exercises ever used. As for myself — suffice it to say that what I saw pleased me so much that I wrung the magic circlet from my finger and placed it again in the outstretched palm of the laughing gypsy woman! And if you would know what my future is to be, you must find her, for modesty forbids that I tell the wonderful things that will happen to me. And if you find my gypsy friend, perhaps she will let you, too, wear the magic ring and have a momentary glimpse of the marvelous days to come. INEZ LAW, ’30 St. John's Echoes, J!) : o .V CHARMS OF FAIRYLAND |HN THE Rood old days, when a little sprite might be seen in any blooming bush 1 or hidden in quiet, cozy nooks, it was the custom for some fairy, at the birth of every small babe, to come from her happy world to shower upon the child good wishes. However, we all know that the fairies are very sensitive creatures and will not come to those who do not believe in them. This age of mate- rialism and unbelief has driven them into unknown hiding places where the modern sceptic cannot see or find them. But they have been watching these boys and girls of the class of ’30 for a long time, and have noticed their faith in everything beautiful. Therefore, the Queen of Fairyland has sent me to bestow luck and happiness upon each young person here. Edith and Margaret, you have been the song birds of our class; may your life be one joyous song, and may you fill the lives of others with music as you have filled our high-school days with melody. To you, John, Bunny, and Phoenix, I bring one plan on gridiron and diamond, the gift of playing life’s game with courage and confidence. James, Crayton, and J. P., the irrepressible funmakers, may life always appear as joyous to you as it does now, and may you bring sunshine and smiles to the faces of those about you. May the coming years rest as lightly on your shoulders as these high-school years have. Bill and Richard, and may you joy-ride merrily down the path of life. Just when did you kiss the Blarney Stone, and I not know of it, Ruth Russ, Minnie, and Mollie? That lovely gift of always being sweet and winning shall pave for you and for those near you a way of happiness. Here’s to Jack and James Lyles, to whom Nature has been so generous in the matter of brains! May you choose the tasks to do which weaklings shun, and may you make the world better by so doing. As surely as dawn follows dark, the two Mildreds will scatter sunshine down the years of life to come. To Ernest, Julian, and William, we present the gift of finding the silver lining to every cloud. May your infectious giggles keep your skies always blue and sunny. May every hour of your lives, Ruth and Frances, be rich with love, and every moment jeweled with a joy. Helen, the spendthrift of your time and happiness for others, may you keep on believing that only those who spend may keep. Here’s to Curtis and Ivan! May your thrifty ways cause Dame Fortune to smile upon you always. Dear Taddy, you whom we love so much for what you are going to be as well as for what you are, we give the gift of always having great desires, and the deter- mination to attain those desires. St. John’s Echoes, 1930 ■V 2 The power to lend help and encouragement to those who despair is my gift to you, Nannie, Emma Law, and Mary Louise. Your motto, Red Davis, as you play life’s game so manfully, shall be, “Play up, play up, and play the game.” To Dick and Ned, I give the will to believe and to do. Few things are impossible to industry and skill. May life be kind to you always! And now, our two “Pearls,” you will be a constant source of joy and pleasure to those around you, priceless even as your birth-name. To you. the Gang (Margaret, Culu, Dot, and Inez), you will always count it a glorious privilege to live, to love, to know, to act. May you be loyal friends and genial companions, remembering that the only real failure is not to be true to the best one knows. Miss Brunson, there came a whisper to my ear, from this class of 1930: “Tell her we love her still, will always love her, till all the seas go dry. Till all the seas go dry, and the rocks melt with the sun.” Like driftwood spars which meet and pass Upon the boundless ocean plain, So on the sea of life, alas! Friend nears friend, meets, and leaves again. HARRIET VAUGHAN, ’30 St. John's Echoes, 1.9 .V o 33 CLASS WILL STATE OF SOUTH CAROLINA, COUNTY OF DARLINGTON IN THE NAME OF THE ST. JOHN’S HIGH SCHOOL COMMONWEALTH: We, the graduating class of St. John’s of the year of our Lord nineteen hundred and thirty, being:, contrary to the opinion of the faculty, apparently of sane and sound mind, do hereby make, ordain, publish and declare this our Last Will and Testament, thereby revoking: all former wills and testaments griven by us. ITEM 1. We, the authors, do leave to the class of ’31 the various and sundry duties, privileges, and hardships recognized by the student body as belonging: by right of heredity to the Senior Class. ITEM 2. The studious habits and the resulting good marks of Margaret McLeod and Mildred Hatchell, we will and bequeath to Leland Colvin, and it is our sincere hope that he will pass one subject. ITEM 3. The ability for keeping classes in riotous disorder which is now held and discharged so admirably by Crayton McCown. James Mozingo and Minnie Smoot, we leave unconditionally to Roy Forehand in the hope that he will leave the afore- mentioned St. John’s and practice this art in distant fields. ITEM 4. John Brown’s and Red Davis’s lofty places upon the pedestal of athletic fame we leave to Booth Ward and Gus Belissary. ITEM 5. The musical talent of Edith Register, Annie McCullough Edwards, Margaret Jeffords, Mollie James and Curtis DeWitt, we leave to be held in trust by Mr. Gainey and divided as he sees fit. ITEM 6. Ned Dargan’s golden store of honesty, we bequeath to his worthy and lawful successor, “Red” Hutchinson. ITEM 7. Julian Wilson and William Howie leave the privilege of monopolizing conversation on the High Hill bus, by virtue of much loud speaking, to the driver, on condition he place said privilege under the seat and confine it there securely. ITEM 8. Phoenix Hewitt’s power of keeping the teachers in the fog, and Richard Davis’s ability to sleep through classes, we consign to John Graves, as the most likely successor. ITEM 9. Harriet Vaughan’s and Lawrence Abbott’s love for the beauty parlor we leave to Jack Yates. •V St. John's Echoes, 9 30 ITEM 10. J. P. Brunson’s and Ivan Taub’s ability to assume at will the out- standing characteristics of both races, we leave to Philip McIntosh. ITEM 11. The vampirish black locks and sweet voice of Inez Law, we present to Ann Ware for use against the stronger sex, if the need should ever arise. ITEM 12. The flowery pens of Sue James and Helen Ward, we will and bequeath to Rudyard Kipling. ITEM 13. Dick Vaughan’s and Bill Greene’s wonderful manipulations to increase the life of a dollar, we will to John Harrison Daniel. ITEM 14. Misses Hill and Munn will and bequeath to the Junior treasury, two Pearls. ITEM 15. The happy dispositions and winning smiles of Nannie DeWitt, Emma Law Baker, and last but not least, Ernest Langston, are to be held in trust by Mr. Daniel and presented, when clouds hide the sun, to the members of the Senior Class of ’31. ITEM 16. The various cosmetics, including peroxide, of Dot Parker, Ruth Russ, and Mary Louise Rhodes, we present to Miss Florence Macintosh. ITEM 17. Frances Lea Huff’s interest in the Citadel, the attractions of the Chevrolet Company for Mildred Baker, and Ruth LaMotte’s successes in stringing the town boys while her thoughts linger in McColl, we leave, respectively, to the biggest flirts in the Tenth, Ninth, and Eighth grades — Jane Parker, Margaret Ben- jamin. and Louise Spann. FINALLY, we do make, constitute, and appoint Miss Brunson and the St. John’s faculty to be the sole executors of this, our Last Will and Testament. IN W ITNESS WHEREOF, we hereunto subscribe our name and affix our seal, this the 2nd day of June, A. D. 1930. This instrument was, on the day hereinabove mentioned, signed, sealed, and declared by the Senior Class of St. John’s High School, as and for its Last Will and Testament. In witness whereof, we (in the presence of each other) hereby subscribe our SENIOR CLASS OF ST. JOHN’S HIGH SCHOOL. signatures. DAVID HARRISON ELIOTT FRANK JACK BYRD JAMES LYLES Class Attorneys Witnesses 'M £©nnortam WALTER HARRY STANLEY OUR JACK June 6, 1913 — August 19, 1929 “O friend! O best of friends! Thy absence more Than the impending night darkens the landscape o’ OUR HOME ROOM TEACHERS TO MISS BRUNSON Oh, you have set a beacon light for us; Gleaming, enduring, it stands — Always to guide us on. Your faith and love have kindled this, And these two powers combined Illuminate forever our best selves. The road is far — We cannot see what lies ahead. But this we know within our hearts — Your beacon light will never fail. TO MISS BARBARE With mind beyond the common lot endued, And modesty which holds you from your due; A teacher who would teach the truth alone, A woman to the voice of conscience true — We thank you for the toil you’ve spent for us. For all the lessons we have learned from you. President................ Vice President .... Secretary and Treasurer PAUL STANLEY . BOOTH WARD ALICE CONDER Colors — Gold and Black Flower — Black-eyed Susan Motto — “Strive for character, not for fame” CLASS ROLL MARGARET BAKER GUS BELISSARY HATTIE MAUDE BROWNE LeROY BROWN LELAND COLVIN ALICE CONDER THOMAS CROSBY JOHN H. DANIEL LOUISE DeWITT FRANCES EDWARDS DOROTHY FOREHAND ROY FOREHAND JIM GIBSON W. C. GIBSON ANNIE MAE GOODSON GERTRUDE GOODSON JOHN GRAVES JAMES HANCOCK PHODIE HEWITT FULLER HOWLE PARK HOWLE FRANK HUTCHINSON LEPO ISEMAN MARGARET KIRVEN THOMAS LOWDER mabel McDonald FLORENCE McINTOSH PHILIP McINTOSH VERNIAL MERRIT ELSIE MURPHY GEORGE NORMENT JANE PARKER WOFFORD PETERSON GRACIE LEE RAWLS DOROTHY RILES ALMA SANSBURY ANNIE MAE SANSBURY DOROTHY STANLEY PAUL STANLEY LILLIAN THOMAS GUERRY WALTERS BOOTH WARD ANN WARE ROBERT WEAVER LEOLA WILSON EDWINA WITHERSPOON JACK YATES St. John's Echoes, 19 3 0 38 JUNIOR STATISTICS Athletic . . Conceited . . Best All-round Stubborn . . Bashful . . Wittiest . . Class Baby Bluff . . . . School Spirited Courteous . Optimistic . . Modest . . . Capable . . Musical . . , Artistic . . Prettiest . . Handsomest . Pessimistic . Generous . . Indifferent . . . . Booth Ward . Roy Forehand . . Booth Ward . . Jack Yates . . Lepo Iseman . Roy Forehand Louise DeWitt . . Leland Colvin . . Jane Parker . Thomas Crosby Florence McIntosh . . Dot Stanley John H. Daniel Alma Sansbury . . Jane Parker . . . Ann Ware Roy Forehand . . Gus Belissary . . Paul Stanley .. . . Jack Yates St. John's Echoes , 9 3 0 39 President.....................................................FARRAR GRIGGS Vice President..........................................................S. L. MARTIN Secretary and Treasurer........................................HENRY MILLS Colors — Pink and White Flower — Snapdragon Motto — “It matters not how long you live, but how” CLASS MILDRED ADAMS MABEL ABBOTT LEON BECKHAM MARGARET BENJAMIN LEE BLACKMAN WOODROW BOSEMAN RACHEL COKER PETE COGGESHALL MARY HART DARGAN RUTH DAVIS ELEANOR DeWITT ADRAIN DRIGGS LAUNIE FOLSOM J. W. FOXWORTH JAMES FRIAR LILA GARDNER MAYNE GARNER CHANDLER GILCHRIST VIRGINIA GILCHRIST ALICE GOODSON MARY ALMA GRAY TRACY GREENE FARRAR GRIGGS JUANITA HATCHELL FANNIE HALLOWAY ELIZABETH HOOTON ARTHUR HOWLE BLANCHE JAMES WILLARD JONES MAE KILGO ROLL JANIE KIRBY MABELLE LAW HAYWARD LYLES MARGARET LYLES S. L. MARTIN ALBERTA McCOY STANTON McKEE HENRY MILLS SUSIE MOODY MARY MOORE ED NORMENT CONNIE ODOM RUTH PERKINS JOHN PETERSON DOROTHY PSILLOS NELL RAMSEY JIMMY SALEEBY PAUL SANSBURY LOUIS SHEPHERD kennp:th summer HARRY TARLETON MARION TRUETT JULIA TURNAGE FRANKLIN WEAVER ED WELCH LOUISE WILLIAMSON ERNEST NEY WITHERSPOON BILLIE WILSON JAMES WILSON ELIZABETH YARBORO 40 St. John’s Echoes, 1930 SOPHOMORE STATISTICS Best All-round . . Most Bashful . Laziest............ Bluff.............. School Spirited . . Most Courteous . . Most Modest . . . Gossip............. Most Optimistic . Most Argumentative Most Musical . . . Capable .... Flirt.............. Artistic........... Dancer............. Prettiest .... Handsomest . . . Most Generous . . Indifferent . . . . Class Clown . . . . Henry Mills Happy Dargan . . Ed Norment . . Billy Wilson . . “Lib” Hooton Pete Coggeshall . . Farrar Griggs . Mary H. Dargan “Lib” Hooton Margaret Benjamin . . S. L. Martin Margaret Benjamin Margaret Lyles . . “Lib” Hooton . . Paul Sansbury . . Hap Dargan Margaret Benjamin . Farrar Griggs Mary H. Dargan . . Blanche James • ■ . John Peterson Stanton McKee St. John's Echoes, 1930 41 President......................................................ALBERT JAMES Vice President...............................................BOBBIE JAMES Secretary and Treasurer.....................................JAMES MORRELL Colors — Yellow and Silver Flower — Shasta Daisy CLASS ROLL JUANITA ABBOTT MARY ANDREWS VIRGINIA ATKINSON ELWOOD BAILEY ALVAH BECKHAM LILLIE MAE BELK MONROE BLACKMAN ERLENE BOSEMAN P. J. BOSEMAN ELIZABETH BYRD MARIE BYRD LANGLEY CAGLE LARRY CHANDLER MARGARET COOK ETHEL CODY ELIZABETH DeWITT MARY DONALD JEANNETTE DRIGGS WOODROW DURANT SARAH EDWARDS KATHRYN FOLSOM JOSEPHINE FOREST LORENA GALLOWAY EMMIE LOUISE GARDNER ERNEST HARPOLE C. P. HATCHELL MORGAN HEWITT VIRGINIA HILL MARY HALLOWAY HUMPHRIES ALBERT JAMES BETTY JAMES BOBBIE JAMES MAGGIE JONES MARY JORDAN LORENA JOSEY ANNIE MAE JOWERS ELSIE JOWERS SARAH LEE KELLY JACK KIRVEN DAISY LAW ANN LUMIANSKY HELEN McDAVID patty McDonald LILLIAN McFALL LAURENS McLEOD JAMES MORRELL DAISY LEE MUNN ALMA ODOM ELTON ODOM JEWELL ODOM PIERCE ODOM EDWIN PAGE LILLA MAE PEARCE EARL POE PAUL PSILLOS JACK RAMSEY ESTELLE RAWLS LYDE RUTHVEN HERBERT SANDERS HAZEL SANSBURY SHADIE SIMON FLORENCE SIMPSON MARY SMITH LOUISE SPANN MONROE SPEARS WILLARD STANLEY MILLEN STROUD TOY SUGGS RUTH SUMNER WILLIE THORPE IN A WALKER DOROTHY WALTERS MARGARET WARD ALEMENA WEATHERFORD LUCILE WEAVER ROSA LEE WIENBURG HAZEL YARBOROUGH LEON YATES 42 St. John's Echoes, 19 3 0 freshmen STATISTICS Best Natured . Best All-round Conceited Stubborn Modest . . . Class Bluff . Best Dancer Musical . . . Capable . . . Flirt . . . . Generous . . Indifferent . . Prettiest . . Handsomest . Literary . Ambitious Class Clown School Spirited . James Morrell Albert James Louise Spann Herbert Sanders Daisy Law . Leon Yates Louise Spann . . Marie Byrd . . Ethel Cody Virginia Hill . Marie Byrd Lorena Galloway . Mary Donald Monroe Spears Monroe Spears Monroe Spears Morgan Hewitt Albert James St. John’s Echoes, 1930 43 ACTIVITIES 44 St. John's Echoes, 1930 GLEE CLUB President...........................................MARGARET McLEOD Vice President..........................................MARGARET BENJAMIN Secretary...........................................FLORENCE SIMPSON TADDY JAMES MARGARET McLEOD “CULU” EDWARDS HARRIET VAUGHAN INEZ LAW “DOT” PARKER EDITH REGISTER MILDRED HATCHELL MOLLIE JAMES ERNEST NEY WITHERSPOON JANIE KIRBY LAURIE FOLSOM JANE PARKER ALMA SANSBURY LOUISE DeWITT MARY DONALD MARGARET BENJAMIN NELL RAMSEY MAE K1LGO BLANCHE JAMES “LIB” HOOTON MARY HART DARGAN DOROTHY PSILLOS SUSIE MOODY MARGARET JEFFORDS LOUISE SPANN MARGARET LYLES VIRGINIA HILL JULIA TURNAGE JEANETTE DRIGGS ADRAIN DRIGGS DOROTHY RILES MAUDE YARBOROUGH FLORENCE SIMPSON ANNE LUMIANSKY ANNE JAMES LORENA GALLOWAY BETTY JAMES BOBBY JAMES MAYNEE GARNER “MONK”LAW RACHEL COKER St. John's Echoes, 19 3 0 ir, ORCHESTRA President......................................................JOHN H. DANIEL Secretary and Treasurer..................................WOFFORD PETERSON EDITH REGISTER ANNIE McC. EDWARDS MARGARET LYLES EDWINA WITHERSPOON MARJORIE EDWARDS J. W. BAILEY KATHERINE FOLSOM WILLIE THARPE HAZEL YARBOROUGH ALMA SANSBURY LOUISE DeWITT LILLIAN THOMAS MARGARET JEFFORDS WOFFORD PETERSON CURTIS DeWITT LAURA FOLSOM ALICE CONDER BUSTER McKEE HARRY TARLETON JOHN HARRISON DANIEL MARGARET BENJAMIN MOLLY JAMES SKINNER McKEE VERNIAL MERRIT RHEA REGISTER ALICE ROGERS FRANCIS EDWARDS MARY LOUISE STOGNER GLADYS SISKRON HILTON TRADER J. C. YARBOROUGH BARON YARBOROUGH SCOTIA MOZINGO ESTELLE RAWLS GRACE LEE RAWLS RAMOND CADEL JEANE BENJAMIN CHANDLER GILCHRIST SUSIE MOODY 16 St. John's Echoes , 1!) :U) POETRY CLUB President......................................................TADDY JAMES Vice President...............................................DICK VAUGHAN Secretary..................................................................DOT PARKER ANNIE McC. EDWARDS MARGARET McLEOD INEZ LAW HARRIET VAUGHAN JANE PARKER TADDY JAMES DOT PARKER DICK VAUGHAN NED DARGAN MISS BRUNSON MISS BARBARE MR. HOOLE St. John’s Echoes, 19 3 0 47 DELTA CLUB, 1928- 1929 ALBERT COUCH GRACE DUTTON ELIZABETH CODY BILLIE KIRVEN ELLEN LYLES MARY WARE ROLAND TEW BOB LUMIANSKY JOHN KILGO JACK BYRD IVAN TAUB SUE JAMES MARGARET McLEOD ANNIE McC. EDWARDS MILDRED HATCHELL ERNEST CLIFTON RODERICK LAW JOHN HARRISON DANIEL MARGARET KIRVEN JANE PARKER ANNE WARE FARRAR GRIGGS ALICE CONDER STANTON McKEE JOHN PETERSON ALICE GOODSON ELIZABETH HOOTON NELL RAMSEY MARGARET BENJAMIN MARGARET LYLES PETE COGGESHALL MARY HART DARGAN ELIZABETH YARBOROUGH HENRY MILLS St. John's Echoes , V .V o ST. JOHN’S LITERARY SOCIETIES FIRST TERM LANIER SECOND TERM President .... Margaret Jeffords President.................Frances Huff Vice President . . . Edith Register Vice President .... Dot Parker Secretary-Treasurer . . Minnie Smoot Secretary .... Alma Sansbury Critic...............Alma Sansbury Treasurer .... Lilliam Thomas Censor...................Pearl Munn Critic................Edith Register Censor................Minnie Smoot ST. JOHN’S President.................Inez Law President.............Ruth LaMotte Vice President . . Margaret McLeod Vice President . . Annie McC. Edwards Secretary-Treas. . Margaret Benjamin Secretary-Treasurer .... Mae Kilgo Critic.................Phodie Hewitt Critic...................Mabelle Law Censor.....................Ann Ware Censor................Mildred Dargan Parliamentarian .... Mildred Baker COKER President .... Phoenix Hewitt President .... Lawrence Abbott Vice President . . . Lawrence Abbott Vice President .... Ned Dargan Secretary-Treasurer . . . Booth Ward Secretary-Treasurer . . . John Brown Critic............Frank Hutchinson Critic..................Paul Stanley Censor...................Ned Dargan Censor.................Richard Davis HAYNE President .... Crayton McCown President..............James Mozingo Vice President.............Jack Byrd Vice President .... Crayton McCown Secretary-Treasurer .... Ivan Taub Secretary-Treasurer . . . Billy Wilson Critic.................James Mozingo Critic.....................Sam Truett Censor..................George Norment Censor....................Gus Belissary S t. John's Echoes , 19 3 0 49 “WHO WOULDN’T BE CRAZY?” Presented By ST. JOHN’S SENIOR CLASS Directed by MISS LOLLIE BARBARE LIBERTY THEATRE, WEDNESDAY, APRIL 16, 8:30 P. M. YS % % Characters (in order of their appearance) Inmate No. 1 Ivan Taub Inmate No. 2 Mildred Baker Pluribus, General Utility of the Sanatarium J. P. Brunson Pendie, Miss Meredith’s Maid Margaret McLeod Miss Lavelle, Head Nurse of the Sanatarium Edith Register Mr. Higgins, Superintendent of the Sanatarium Jack Byrd Mr. Marshall, of the Board of Directors .......................... Curtis DeWitt Jack, Alias “Speedy,” His Son Crayton McCown Lois Meredith, A Visitor Ruth LaMotte Reggie Mortimer, An Admirer of Lois_____________________________ Lawrence Abbott Beatrice, A Debutante Who Flirts Harriet Vaughan Marjorie, A Debutante Who Stammers Mollie James Janet, A Debutante Who Tries to Be Dignified Frances Huff Evelyn Winslow, A Wealthy Patient Margaret Jeffords Hardboiled McCafferty, A Policeman John Brown Edward Gordon, Evelyn’s Fiance James Lyles SYNOPSIS ACT 1 — Courtyard Good Samaritan Sanatarium, Morning of June 1. ACT 2 — The Same. The Following Morning. ACT 3 — The Same. Afternoon of the Same Day. TIME — June 1 and 2 of Present Year. PLACE— The Courtyard of the Good Samaritan Sanatarium, New York City. MUSIC BY ST. JOHN’S ORCHESTRA Mr. Angus Gainey, Director St. John's Echoes, 1 9 .V 0 oft ACKNOWLEDGMENT Should one acknowledge yesterdays Offered as a gift ? Then I, as debtor for the hours You gave me, must say this — Thank you for the ecstasy And thank you for the pain; If ecstasy was blue March day The hurt was April rain. All the crystal moments passed With you, inside my heart Are held as Spring holds lovely song — How can they be forgot ? Our yesterdays will be the stars If life’s compared to sky; Other hours will sing and pass, But stars can never die. SUE FLINN JAMES, ’30 % % TO A MARCH WIND Blow the little sorrows, March, Out of my soul, away; Take the cobwebs from my heart Left by some yesterday. Carry all the cares so far My heart will never find them; Gray-smoke cares that other hours Have left — with me — behind them. Take your wind and hurry, March, Come free my heart of sorrow — Oh, please — it must be light and glad, For — April comes tomorrow ! SUE FLINN JAMES, ’30 St. John's Echoes, 1930 51 RELEASE PRIZE STORY ES, it is always thus — splendid, alluring, inspiring. It is this that calls me back every Spring — the rich little valley with its silver, winding river, the laurel-covered hills rising up into the very heavens. Oh, nothing could keep me away from it all — nothing.” And the stately old man leaned back in his hammock on the long, shady porch of his little summer mountain cabin. With dreamy eyes he gazed out over the little valley on to the splendor of the mountains looming up behind, blue in the early morning sunlight — then he looked back at his companion — a young author from the North. The younger man, lost in thought, was looking out to the side — far down a jagged little path, winding down the mountain side. All the gorgeous beauty of the Spring stirred his young author’s soul as it stirred that of his artist friend. Spring ! Spring ! Spring ! The glory and thrill of it rang through the hills — tingled, vibrated, burst into a glorious song — Spring ! Suddenly from around a bend ih the little path, all bordered with clumps of laurel and rhododendron, voices were heard. The old artist smiled, recognizing a voice. The young journalist remained in thought. Then around the corner came the form of a young lady, tall, slender, lovely, and behind her two little children. She spoke cheerily to the artist as she passed the house, and he smiled a tender, fatherly smile when he spoke to her. Then they moved on up the moist little path into the trembling greenness of the hill. The young journalist faced the artist with questioning eyes. “Who is she, and where is she staying ? I didn’t know there were any other summer cottages up this way. It’s all so new to me here. Is she a regular summer visitor up in these hills ? You seem to know her well.” “A summer visitor ?” The artist smiled. “Why, man, she’s a native.” “A native ?” the younger man asked in surprise. “Oh, no — you’re mistaken — she is no native — or else —” “Jerry,” interrupted the artist, “I believe with all my heart that you would be an interested and sympathetic listener to a little story I’d like to tell you. It’s a tender story of that girl’s life — the life of—Laura Lucas. She’s made something of her life — she’s fought — she’s a wonderful girl ! Would you like to hear her story ?” “Tell me,” answered the journalist eagerly. And the artist began his story. “One day, when these same old hills were tingling with just such a glorious spring —when the birds were singing so joyously up in the greenness of the trees and the very hills throbbed with new life — when the whole world was singing gloriously, splendidly, happily, a lonely little girl with a broken heart found her way down that same old path you see yonder, walked with bare, tired feet on down to where the path dips into the valley in the shadow of the hills. All the loveliness, all the alluring, thrilling loveliness that had called me out with my easel and palette into the very heart of that glorious spring day, was wasted on her — meant nothing to her. Her heart was bitter against the outside world — against everything. What was spring to her? What was that indescribable loveliness to her? Nothing — an everyday sight — just something to remind her of the dear little brother, the only person under heaven whom she loved or who cared for her, lying now under the sod. Leaning on an old bare rock she poured out her sorrow in stinging, bitter tears. “It was there that I saw her first — saw her matted chestnut hair buried in her arms on the old rock, and, before she spoke a word, my heart went out to her. Then St. John’s Echoes, 19 30 I spoke to her — why she was afraid of me at first — actually afraid. I believe she hated me when I tried to be kind at first, and then — somehow — I won a smile and after the smile, came full confession. She told me, everything. Probably no one before had ever offered her sympathy, poor little girl. We sat down on the rock together and she told me of the little brother who had died yesterday and had been buried that morning, and of her drunkard father who had just run her away from home because she was crying. Oh, if you could have heard her pitiful little story — if you could have seen the tear-stained hazel eyes that looked so trustingly up into mine — it was too much, Jerry, too much.” “The old bootlegger father had told her that he had had enough of her and that tomorrow she was to go across Buck Forest Creek to her Aunt Tess’s and help take care of the children and do the washing and ironing and cleaning for her board. Of all things, of all terrible things, to send her to her selfish, cattish Aunt Tess’s. Aunt Tess had always hated Laura Lucas and Laura hated her with all the fiery hate her little soul could hold. And now — tomorrow, she must go — must leave the little old cabin in the clearing—and go across the creek and bury herself there and work — work — work, while her little heart was yearning and crying inside her. No, no, Jerry, no one in the world could have turned away when she described the horrors she would have to endure, and when she begged me — yes, she did beg me — begged me with eyes any artist would have loved to paint — to try to make her father let her stay at home — or anywhere else. “I talked to her. Like a fool I told her I’d like to take her into the city and educate her. I painted for her a happy life in the city (I fear I painted over-brightly). With trembling eagerness she led me up the old worn path to the lonely little cabin and I asked the old father if I might take Laura to the city and give her an education. Don’t be surprised. I sincerely meant every word I said. I was touched — moved deeply. I told him that my wife and I would take good care of her — and then he stormed at me, cursed me, threatened me and drove me from his home with a gun. I tell you my life was in danger. I went back down the little path — left her there on the doorsteps, sobbing, trembling, breaking her heart. I was stirred, Jerry, stirred to the depths. Think of such a young girl, who could really be beautiful, who could really amount to something in the world, buried here to work and grieve herself, day by day, to her death. Ah, I stopped on the old bare rock and tried to find the reason for all this in the world. I heard her coming down the path — heard her quick eager foot- stens. and lookod � n tn Kpr on V1AIIO a1 1 ir vnn v m.An .-----1.: 1 _ - ' i . bye and thank you so much. Mister. Don’t you worry !’ “She was gone. I watched her little form till it was out of sight. Then turned and, my heart and soul believing that she would ‘git away,’ I went on down the little Pu u ii c®me here T at afternoon came an urgent call back to the city and I left the hills. I did not see the little girl any more for years. I often thought of her, wondered about her wondered if she would get away from those terrible bonds of drudgery and toil that held her to the hills. I often prayed that she would find her p!ace m the world. Since, she has told me of the years that followed. “Night and day she labored while her heart swelled and ached. She hated life — u ” ever.man or woman worked for a thing —she did it then. One day, when the world was again breathing the glorious Spring which she had not the cit v ne A. h° Hwfn 01 ht0 ' I 2h!jeft lh%°ld h ,,S ehind her and made herwav into t worked, then she felt those deep waves of discouragement and fh° nSfthatTh� 1!6 par;‘-?n l WOuld have turned hack-but for one thin - the picture that I had painted in her young mind of real life in the city. Something S t. John's Echoes , t !) 3 0 53 in her had been stirred and she had to keep on and on till she found what she sought — complete release. “Months turned into years and at last she found herself a well-dressed, well- paid, very capable stenographer in a large business firm. Never in my life have I been so surprised, so astounded as one day when I walked into that certain firm and saw her seated there. She knew me at once — that’s why I knew her. She had been waiting for me, she said — waiting to thank me for giving her a goal. She spoke well __she was quite lovely —I was taken aback, almost embarrassed — it was simply astounding. She told me I had started her on the fight for release from the hills. I asked her if she had it entirely and she said yes, but when she spoke a little shadow passed over her eyes for a moment. I could not fathom the shadow but I saw it and it worried me. “I saw her often in the days that followed and though she seemed to be satisfied and happy I could see that back of her smiles there was hidden pain caused by some- thing. Oh, how she had changed in those six years. No one would have known that she had risen from the hills. I learned to care for her deeply and she turned to me as a child to her father. We grew to be pals — great pals. “Winter was just leaving us and Spring was tripping up. We were looking for- ward to the first warm day to go picnicking. She was eager to go. “A perfect day came and we packed our lunch, and leaving behind the grime and filth of the city, we sought a lovely woodland. We hiked out deep into the cool heart of the forest and now the aching beauty of the Spring seemed to pierce her heart, too. At first sight of a clump of laurels, tears welled up in her eyes. She turned around and looked at me while her little chin trembled and her eyes swam in tears. Suddenly she broke down and clasping the laurels tightly to her heart she sobbed out her very soul amid the fragrance and coolness of the shrubs. Oh, she had tried so hard, poor little girl, to keep on and live like other people did. She had torn herself away from the hills to get release from the old life there, and now she found that she didn’t have release — that she could never be released from the hills. No, never. There was a greater bond that held her there — a bond that could never be broken. All the splendor and the glory of the Spring was calling her — beckoning her on to the hills. Her heart ached to breathe the fragrant air and taste the clear, cool water she loved so much. Her heart ached to think of all the little boys and girls that must be suffering, as she had suffered. Her heart ached for it all and she knew there was but one thing to do — go back to the hills and go back for good. She knew that she could never be satisfied anywhere else. She knew that the release she had sought and found was false and that she was still bound, heart and soul, to the hills. She knew and she was glad. “A year later she was ready to return to the hills, and teach the little boys and girls for whom her heart ached. She had completed the Teacher’s Course and had her degree. Now she could return and work and really live where she belonged. Of course it was Spring again when she came back to her old home. The whole world was singing joyously and her heart was singing too. “That fall her little school began and she’s been teaching all this year. She boards with a very kindly old man and woman who, as everyone else, have grown to love her. She is perfectly contented. Ah, boy, she loves the hills. She loves the Spring. She loves life — and she deserves it all. She’s worked hard, all alone. She’s a wonderful girl ! Thank Heaven, she’s back here where she belongs. Thank Heaven, she could not find release.” ANN WARE, ’31 St. John's Echoes, 1930 54 “HE THAT SEEKETH, FINDETH” PRIZE EDITORIAL TX71HEN a person aims to attain a goal in life, or sets out with a definite plan or j 'JfW purpose, he puts forth all his efforts to attain the desired goal. It is possible for him to reach that goal or ideal because we know that “He that seeketh findeth.” We are told in the Bible, “Ask and receive, seek and find, knock and it will be opened unto you.” With such a promise as this to encourage us, we should be able to make a success of whatever we set out to accomplish. The greatest trouble with some of us today is the failure to set the goal high enough, or the lack of energy to try to obtain that which we think we can't do. Shakespeare has truly said, “Oftimes our doubts are traitors which make us fail to accomplish the goal we might do by fearing to attempt.” Sometimes we feel that we have not the ability to do a certain thing. We feel that the ability of someone else far exceeds ours, and that he can do it for us. This is not right because there will be a time in life that we cannot have a friend to depend on. Help from within always strengthens, but help from without enfeebles us. Our success in life generally bears a direct proportion to the exertions we make, and if we aim at nothing we shall certainly achieve nothing. If we always depend on someone else, we shall never have the self-confidence that every one needs on the pathway of life. Whatever our occupation, we should depend, not on others to run it for us, but on ourselves, though we should never be over- confident. We know from history that many men and women have found in life the things which they sought. Our forefathers sought freedom from England and through their courage gained independence. Think of Alexander the Great who set out to conquer the world and after accomplishing this purpose wept because there were no others to conquer. The Alps stood between Napoleon and Italy, which he desired to conquer. He scaled the mountain and descended upon his prey. His startling descent more than half conquered the country. He forced every circumstance into his favor and his greatest barrier proved a sure means to victory. Let us also recall the recent and most daring exploit of our hero, Colonel Charles A. Lindbergh. He knew his aim, he strived for it, alone too, and he reached his goal. Not once did he despair and “give up the ship.” What a name he has left on the pages of history all because “He That Seeketh Findeth.” We accomplish only what we set out to, and what we really work for. Thus the saying: “Hitch your wagon to a star, Keep your seat and there you are.” PEARL MUNN, ’30 St. John's Echoes, 1930 FOOTBALL Coach.................................................BILL HOOLE Captain...............................................“RED” DAVIS Manager..........................................JAMES BRUNSON Sponsors...........................HARRIET VAUGHAN, INEZ LAW FIRST TEAM Dick Vaughan . . . . L. E. Crayton McCown . . . Q. B. “Red” Davis...............L. T. . “Bunny” Abbott . . . . H. B. Phoenix Hewitt . . . . L. C. “Foggy” Forehand . . . H. B. Henry Mills................. C. Booth Ward................F. B. “Nell” Murphy . . . . R. C. Paul Stanley...........R. C. “Fish” Dargan . . . . R. T. “Ton” DeWitt . . . R. E. C. “Spud” Brown . . . . R. E. Jimmie Saleeby . . . . R. T. OTHER MEMBERS Lepo Iseman..............Guard Ivan (“IT”) Taub . . . Center Jack Yates.................End Mendell Kelly .... Tackle Billy Wilson...............Back “Pete” Coggeshall Park Howie...............Guard Sam Truett................Back Dick Brown................Back Hulon Thorpe .... Guard Leland Colvin .... “Pest” . . Water Boy SCHEDULE We They September 27 — Sardis . . . . 6 0 October 4 — Florence . 0 24 October 18 — Timmonsville . 7 7 October 25 — Hartsville . . . 0 6 Totals . • • . . 13 39 r c St. John's Echoes, 1930 BASKETBALL, 1929 - 1930 BOYS Coach................................................R. C. BARBARE Captain........................................JOHN BROWN Manager.....................................JAMES MOZINGO Forwards BOOTH WARD PHOENIX HEWITT LAWRENCE ABBOTT IVAN TAUB Centers ROY FOREHAND JAMES LYLES Other DICK BROWN JOHN GRAVES PETE COGGESHALL PAUL STANLEY Guards JOHN BROWN CRAYTON McCOWN CURTIS DeWITT NED DARGAN HENRY MILLS DICK VAUGHAN Members HERBERT SANDERS S. L. MARTIN BILL WILSON GUERRY WALTERS Although on the whole the 1929-1930 basketball season could not be called a com- plete success, it was not bad. In the tournament held in Florence, out of nine teams entered, St. John’s was the seventh team to be eliminated. The basketeers of 1930 have especially one thing to be proud of — they beat Hartsville for the fourth consecutive year. Out of three games, Darlington won two. High scorer for the season was Ward, with a total of 85 points. Forehand was runner-up, with 66 points. GIRLS’ BASKETBALL Coach................................LOLLIE BARBARE Captain............................FLORENCE McINTOSH Manager.................................TADDY JAMES Assistant Coaches .... MAZIE HOWARD, RENA BUCHANAN Forwards FLORENCE McINTOSH ALICE CONDER JUANITA HATCHELL Centers ERLIENE BOSEMAN MARGARET McLEOD DOROTHY RILES MARGARET LYLES Guards FRANCES LEA HUFF RUTH LaMOTTE LEOLA WILSON NANNIE DeWITT PHODIE HEWITT Although the girls did not have a very successful season, they deserve a great deal of credit for their faithfulness and hard work. Florence McIntosh made an inspiring captain. Next year they are certain to have a very successful season, because three regulars are left and many others will profit by this year’s experience. The coach and her assistants also deserve credit for the way in which they handled the team. St. John’s Echoes, 1930 r,7 Captain...................................JOHN “BUD” BROWN Manager...................................JAMES “SPOT” MOZINGO Coach..........................................WILLIAM S. HOOLE Assistant Manager......................................NED “FISH” DARGAN Sponsors . . RUTH LaMOTTE, FRANCES LEA HUFF, ANN WARE “RED” HUTCHINSON ED WELCH PAUL STANLEY HENRY MILLS BILL WILSON “RED” BECKHAM MARION TRUETT S. L. MARTIN JIM GIBSON BASEBALL RESUME OF 1930 The baseball season of 1930 was a great success. Out of ten games played, Dar- lington won seven and lost three. It cost Darlington the first two games of the season to find herself. First came the game with Timmonsville, which was lost by the close score of 6 to 4. Then the Olanta game, which turned out to be Darlington’s worst defeat of the season; the score was 12 to 4. After this game Darlington won seven in succession. The games and scores were: Scranton, 16-2; Scranton, 13-1; Olanta (second game), 11-7; Timmonsville (second game), 9-7; Sardis, 23-22, 5-2, 8-5, and 2-8. No one person can be mentioned for honors during the season, because as a whole the entire team showed up well, although Roy Forehand does deserve credit for winning four games out of five starts. Bill Hoole, coach, also deserves special credit for put- ting out such a good team. PLAYERS JOHN BROWN BOOTH WARD PHOENIX HEWITT DICK VAUGHAN “BUNNY”ABBOTT J. P. BRUNSON JOHN GRAVES ROY FOREHAND PETE COGGESHALL « •« « c I h n e F r h n p e 1 Q .9 0 JULIAN WILSON — Why is there a yellow light on the stop-go signals ? ERNEST LANGSTON — Well ? JULIAN____To (jive Mr. Barbare a chance to start his motor. BOOTH WARD —You are the goal of my affections. PHODIE HEWITT (gently removing his arms) — Fifteen yards for holding. HENRY — Remember our engagement must be kept secret. MISS BARBARE — Yes, that’s what I’ve told everybody. CAPTAIN —All hands on deck; the ship is leaking ! NED DARGAN — Aw, put a pan under it and come to bed. MISS SUSIE — How far are you from the correct answer to the algebra problem ? DICK VAUGHAN —Two seats. PHOENIX (being arrested) — But officer, I’m a student! OFFICER — Ignorance is no excuse. MARGARET J. — Why didn’t you answer my letter ? HE — I never received your letter. M. J. — You didn’t ? HE — No, and besides, I didn’t like some of the things you said in it. MISS PARKS — When do leaves begin to turn ? CURTIS DeWITT — Just before six-weeks’ tests. VISITOR — What do you expect to do in your old age ? CRAYTON — Guess I’ll graduate. JIM GIBSON — Did you know Bud was three-letter man ? “FOGGY” FOREHAND —No. JIM — Yes — N-U-T. MISS BARBARE—Your last paper was very difficult to read. Your work should be written so that the most ignorant person could understand it. PHOENIX — Yes, ma’am; what part didn’t you understand ? JACK YATES — Last week I bought a tire cover from you, and now I want my money back. TIRE DEALER —Why ? JACK — I put it on one of my tires and hadn’t driver ten miles before the blamed thing wore out. St. John's Echoes , !) 3 0 r 9 MR. BARBARE — Booth, I see you are trying to make a fool of yourself. After you finish, I’ll begin. “STUDENTS,” said MR. DANIEL, in chapel, “before I begin my address I have some- thing I want to say to you.” BILL GREENE — I got Greece on the radio last night. MOTHER — Well, wipe it off before father sees it. JAMES MOZINGO — I once ran a mile to keep two fellows from fighting. BUNNY A. — Did you succeed in preventing the fight ? JAMES — Oh, yes! He couldn’t catch me. ANNIE Me. (at baseball game) — Oh, look! We have a man on every base. HARRIET — That’s nothing, so has the other side. JACK BYRD (after having run over a lady’s puppy) — Madam, I will replace the animal. INDIGNANT OWNER — Sir, you flatter yourself. MISS AUSTIN — Does your fountain pen leak like this all the time ? ROY FOREHAND — No, only when it has ink in it. CRAYTON (during football season) —47-22-23-56. BUNNY ABBOTT — What signal is that ? CRAYTON — That’s no signal. Those are my last term’s grades. MISS BARBARE — Name your favorite author. BILL GREENE— Dad. MISS BARBARE — What does he write ? BILL — Checks. JOHN PETERSON — I always have a bad cold in my head. PETE COGGESHALL — Yes, they always settle in the weakest part of your body. SOPH — What is the most nervous thing, next to a girl ? RAT — Why-er-er-me next to a girl. AMBITIOUS SENIOR — I would like to do something big and clean before I die. STANTON McKEE — Wash an elephant. RED H. — The barber wanted to singe my hair but I said no. DICK V. — It’s a good thing you did. He might have started a wood fire. •g IMAGINE, IF YOU CAN — A Clemson sticker on Mr. Barbare’s car James Mozingo making a one on English under Miss Barbare Mildred Hatchell not studying Any “sure-nuf” person liking history Ruth LaMotte with straight hair Miss Austin eating Pie without a Stem to it James Lyles going to see a girl Miss Barbare not liking “Oh Henry.” IIIIIIIIIHMIHMIIIHIII lllllilllMMI mi............... 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PRE-PROFESSIONAL COURSES FEATURED Comfortable Dormitories—Unexcelled Dining Hall — Modern Equipment—Beautiful New Athletic Stadium. FINEST SWIMMING POOL IN THE SOUTH. Full Range of Campus Activities, Where Every Man Has His Chance. LIMITED TO 300 STUDENTS. Address: JOHN McSWEEN, President iminiimii i initiiiMiniiiiiiiiMiiiiiiiiimimiiiMiitinniimt ii timiiiiimiiiiimiiiiiiiiiiiiiimni iimi in mi hi 111111111111111111111111111 ONE OF THE “DISTINGUISHED MILITARY COLLEGES” OF THE UNITED STATES 1. A liberal arts college with a faculty of the ablest teachers. 2. An unexcelled military system. 3. Physical training under expert supervision. All athletic sports. 4. Delightful and healthful climate, in a city of culture and social advantages. An Inspector says of it: “It is so superior in all its methods, it must be classed alone.” New plant, with all modern college equipment. COL. O. J. BOND, President CITADEL CHARLESTON, S. C. FOR CATALOG, ADDRESS limit lllllllllll•mlll••l••ll•llll•lll•ll•ll•lllllllll•mll•mllllllllll••••••llll••ll•ll•••ll•lll•lll•ll•lllll•l•lllllllllmll••ll•l•lll•lllllllllll••llllllllllllllll' HERFF-JONES COMPANY I i DESIGNERS AND MANUFACTURERS OF School and Fraternity Jewelry INDIANAPOLIS Jewelers to the Senior Class of St. John’s High School iVoCm iintt 1‘rrxH Print, lhirlbnjton,8. V.