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

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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.

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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

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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