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

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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

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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

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 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