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

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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