Tarboro High School - Tar Bo Rah Yearbook (Tarboro, NC)

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Voyage of the Goodship 1920 Voyage I In the month of September, in the year of our Lord 1916, the Goodship 1920, with a young, inexperienced crew of boys and girls, set sail from the port of Grammar School upon the mysterious and untried High School Sea, in search of knowledge. No sooner had they embarked than a mighty wind arose, driving all the boys to the upper deck and the girls to the lower. Neither dared to try to reach the other for fear of being washed overboard by the high waves. This caused a heavy cloud of sorrow to hang over the Goodship, as interesting plans had been made for wonderful times together during this voyage. In a short time, however, land was sighted, and when the ship drew nearer it was seen to be a group of islands. The Goodship 1920 anchored here for a while. All eagerly rushed ashore and set out to explore the islands. One was found to be inhabited by saw-and-seens, shall-and-wills, and all kinds of themes; on another the inhabitants were forever hunting for X ' s, Y ' s, and Z ' s; on another all were engaged in recalling and recording the deeds and events of the past and present, and endeavor- ing to interpret them in such a way as to prophesy what the future would be; on still another, skulls, teeth, tarsals, phalanges, ribs, and vertebrae were lying everywhere. Some of the crew enjoyed these explorations so much that they would have liked to continue them; but the majority felt so tired and worn that it seemed best to return. So they bade the governor of the islands good-bye and set sail for the homelands. Thus endeth the first voyage. Voyage II After a short rest, the crew set sail to revisit the islands. The captain in charge was a cruel and austere man even to the point of commanding all on board to be silent. This state of affairs naturally made the crew homesick and fearful; a condi- tion which was intensified, only a few days out, by the heavy sounds of distant rumb- ling, a continued and deadening roar, and an occasional flare of the heavens as if there were a great and terrible storm in the distance. The islands were, however, reached without meeting any terrible mishap and everyone heaved a great sigh of relief. But not for long; they presently learned that all the terror was due to a great war which had broken out, and two of the chiefs would have to go, while all that stayed behind would have to help the best they could to keep them over there. A great ship came and took them away. Two other chiefs came to take their places, but there was little joy anywhere. Great bombs of coherence, unity, and emphasis dropped at any time without a warning. The periscope of photosynthetic or osmotic submarines appeared at any hour of the day, and observation balloons were continu- ally dropping threatening material in foreign languages that kept them terrified until they were panicky. One awful bomb struck a beloved English governess, and she had to be rushed to one of the little beds that were kept for any casualty. Page Eighteen

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WALTER LEE SIMMONS Vice-President Class ' 20, Vice-President Kip- ling Literary Society ' 19- ' 20, Cartoonist, Ath- letic Association ' 19- ' 20, Composer of Song. Age, 16; Height, 5 ' 8 ; Weight, 129. The whole class was dismayed when, in the midst of their work on the Annual, they heard that Walter was ill. They depended on him, not only to draw cartoons, reel off free verse, typewrite copy — but to divert the mind of an irate teacher when somebody failed to write an English theme. Luckily, in the nick of time, three days be- fore the Tar-bo-rah went to press, he came back with an affluence (short for after-flu- ence) of energy, high spirits, and new ideas. There is a bit of deviltry behind this mild exterior. Class Song W e ve finished now our home-school days, And soon apart will roam; But we ' ll live them o ' er in a thousand ways In the days which are to come. CHORUS So, Farewell to the privileges enjoyed by us all; Good-bye, old T. H. S. — we leave you in the fall. No matter how the storms may cast Us on the rocks of toil, We ' ll hold the motto of ' 20 fast, And never let it spoil. Page Seventeen

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So many terrible things happened that the crew got little pleasure from the investigations that they came to make. A conference was called and quickly decided to abandon the expedition at once. So the Goodship 1920 started home six wesks early, with a crew somewhat uncertain as to whether they should feign sadness or actually proclaim the gladness which was within them. Thus endeth the second voyage. Voyage III In September, the crew being older and somewhat accustomed to terrors and hardships, decided to return again to work on the task previously started. Each island had a new chief, all of whom had taken rigid training together. Each took special pains to interest the young investigators. Everything was moving along nicely, when suddenly a great and blasting wind of influenza arose, leaving dead, sick and dying in its wake. So mighty and terrible was its effect that all activities ceased for five weeks. At the end of this time the wind subsided, the sun shone brightly, and all resumed work, with thankful hearts. Then came weeks and months of successful work. Many of the crew became almost experts in their line, and they learned that there is real joy in work well done. In the midst of their busy life there came a message saying that the Armenians were starving. The crew put their heads together and planned a great carnival, to which all the inhabitants of the islands were invited. Their novel way of advertising the delectable things which would be sold by tempting the chiefs for a whole week in advance with delicious hot chocolate, sandwiches, and candies proved to be a howling success. All the natives came to the carnival to see the Wild Man from Borneo, the Gypsy Queen, the Ground Hog, the Baby Show, and other strange and interesting things. It is said that to this day they talk of the wonderful sights seen that night, and the record has gone down in the Armenian history of her graitude to the crew of the Goodship 1920 for their aid. Near the end of the year a little sailboat named 1919 drifted by with only two passengers on board. The Goodship 1920 hailed them and, so glad were they to see the visitors, that they had a great celebration in their honor. Soon the crews gathered all their records and paraphernalia and set out homeward bound. Thus endeth the third voyage. Voyage IV For the fourth and last time this noble crew sailed forth to the little islands which they had grown to love so well. Their interest and enthusiasm was greater than ever before, for they expected to complete their collection of knowledge so that they, on their next journey, might sail to that wonderful land called College. Imagine their dismay when they found that their camping place had been torn away and they were forced to camp out in a great hollow place, surrounded by high embankments from which came echoes, some like unto sweet music, others like unto noise. Tramps often strolled by and meddled with their belongings. All this made them unhappy. Such bitter complaint was sent to the governor that he finally allotted to them a secluded Page Nineteen