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

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19 2 2 TAR-BO-R AH 19 2 1 of the entire province having given up the work, a new governor was installed. This new governor and his assistant, like Capt. John Smith of old, forced the colonists to give up the search for pleasure and to work, work, work. The colonists had to come under the yoke of dis- cipline and to dig for knowledge as they had never dug before. Another terror which added to the unhappiness of the colonists was a different language. They were tortured with a never-ending pano- rama of French verbs, French nouns, and French idioms. The horrors of the French Revolution were reacted before their very eyes. Plea- sures were few and work abundant that year. But one social festivity mentioned in the Colonial Records of Feb. 11, 1921, calls up happy memories. One of ye biggest social events ever given in ye province was ye Junior Senior reception last evening. Ye rulers came in ye royal equi- page, ye guests in ye holiday attire, and company manners, and ye en- tertainers in ye best of spirits. All made merry together. The last round of the ladder was finally reached in the fall of 1921. The acquisition of the long sought-for flower of knowledge seemed near but illusive. To keep their eyes ever on it, the class adopted the motto which spurred Columbus on through his sea of darkness, Sail on. A terrible giant, Mathematics, stood in their way. It so affected the number that they fed on incommensurable quantities and slept on dihedral angles. In the meantime, the colonists had developed some fine athletes, who matched their strength with that of other colonists. The Colonial Record thus speaks of some of the colonists: Ye knights of ye colony have jousted with ye knights of all neighbor- ing colonies and of distant provinces in tournaments and Olympic games. Ye colonists cannot be beaten in running fast, jumping high, and holding tight. The colonists came to the end of the journey with a mingled feeling of joy and sadness. They were joyous that the object of the climb, — the flower of kowledge was within their grasp ; they were sad to think that the colony would soon disband, each to search for a flower of his own choosing elsewhere. For eleven years, the colonists had enjoyed asso- ciation with each other and with beloved teachers. For eleven years, one building had sheltered, and nurtured them all. They saw all this fading away. Yet, with a grateful glance backward, and a hopeful glance forward, each colonist plucked the flower of knowledge and the colony disbanded. All ' s well that ends well. PAGE TWENTY-FOUR

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19 2 2 TAR-BO-RAH 19 2 1 could be heard all over the plantation and wrote in sprawling letters everywhere. Talents that shone early were manifested in the singing and yelling of Raymond Cosby and Alex Denson. After the first, the years passed quickly. Different teachers have added their mite towards helping the colonists along the way. But alas ! the climb was so steep for many that after the first round of the ladder was made, some became dizzy and fell off. Work was inter- spersed with pleasure, each boy having his own little sweetheart, al- though she gave him nothing but whooping cough. The most important stage, after the first round, came when one sec- tion of the climb had been made and the colonists were approaching the dangerous pass of seventh grade. Here the whirlpool of knowledge flows so swiftly that many of the colonists feared to breast the waves. Eighteen stood the heavy pouring of County Supt. George Howard, the process requiring a whole day-from 8:00 in the morning until 8:00 in the evening, with no thought of eating, drinking, or anything else save coming out successfull from that terrible struggle. And those who face you to-night did emerge triumphantly. The journey from the seventh-grade round, presented only four steps, each to be reached by hard work, and secure standing to be maintained by steady application. This new realm, called High School, was very different from the old lands left behind. New terrors presented them- selves and the colonists were constantly alarmed by inexplainable ob- jects, x, y z ' s. In addition, a new language had to be mastered and the strugglers found themselves sputtering and spattering as if they were crazy. The band of eighteen were much impressed with their new dignities, those that befall High School students. They went around talking in rhetorical style and disdained to notice pioneers on the path. The colonists enjoyed the second stage of the journey in High School land. Flowers and trees called to them and the botannical trips stand out prominently. The government of the province was lax, the colonists often being out of place on every occasion except at meal time. Our motto that year was, All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. The play was duly emphasized, and if our minds grew not, Wilson Crane ran up several inches, while Evelyn Worsley and Elma Brown spread out. The following regarding the social life of the colonists is clipped from the Colonial Records of 1920: Ye boys of ye colony entertained ye girls at an April fete. Ye maidens looked pretty, acted pretty, and had a good time. Ye boys were on their p ' s and q ' s and were as handsome and chilvarous as ye knights of old. When the colonists reached the tenth round of the ladder on the quest for knowledge they received a heavy jolt. The former governor PAGE TWENTY-THREE

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19 2 2 TAR-BO-RAH 19 2 1 From sunny fields all decked with spring, On petals white I bring to you, The future of each classmate Of the class of 1922. An orator with silver tongue, Can it be Jack? Why, yes. He is talking fast, with knowledge vast, Which he learned at T. H. S. Raymond in Grand Opera shines, For she can act as well as sing; From far and near, men rush to hear And loud her praises ring. Henry has an eye for lines. He ' ll build some bridges high and queer; He ' ll wear puttees up to his knees And be a civil engineer. Sweet Evelyn will be keeping house For her dear mother? No, She ' ll fry and bake, and make a cake For some one she likes MO. If elocution doesn ' t claim our Lucy And send her on to something more sublime, She ' ll be a business girl, with hair in curl And marry her boss sometime. FAGE TWENTY-FIVE