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

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4- -...-..-:-af:---. 4 Q- .iam-M...-.......,. .l H- 5 --ff - .- .. N 1- --f-W.-..' 4-,--: -:mm , ..-,--, Y, -mm ...N-f. ,Q l r illaai ill emh Glratamrnt WE, THE CLASS OF 1930, do bequeath to the future senior classes in Tar- boro High School our worthy and enviable record of achievement, our humble attitude of deference to our superiors and elders both in school and out, and olu' capital spirit of cooperation with all the ventures that our beloved officers and faculty have submitted to us. And, then, to the following individuals, we bequeath these our valued intimate characteristics with all due hope that they may attain the same high pinnacle of success in high school that we ourselves derived from these same attributes. We bequeath to: Jim Simmons-Ed Clayton's bashful disposition. Della Allsbrook-Robert Keech's camera. Ed lPeepl Fowlkes-Janie Allsbrook's modesty. Ed fDuckJ Lewis-Ress Boykin's influence with the fair sex, referring especially to a certain nearby city. Weeks 1LankyJ Andrews-A little of Zeb Cummings' breadth, with the knowledge that he can make good usage of it. Elizabeth fTeedy1 Hussey, Helen Babcock and Mary E. Hagans-L. G. Fountain's, Ed Martin's, and Frank Edmonclson's Vergil Jack. Ruth Langley-Norman Riggin's car. Lillian Johnson-Virginia Brcadway's easy rhythm in the hope that she may soon develop a similar graceful walk. Elizabeth Fluck-Bella Johnston's pep, for we feel sure that she could use some extra. George Fountain-Mary Howard's doctor's excuse to get out of study halls. Frances Hedgepeth-Virginia Lloyd's animation. Helen Babcock-Catherine Marrow's worldliness. Bill iPeckJ Hart-Virginia Mayo's cooperative spirit. Eugene Brooks-Mary Mitchell Hoard's cheerful smile, for we are all tired of Eugene's gloomy countenance. ivilmer Mitchell-Will Davis' square head. Stella Mewborn-Frank Edmondson's willingness to lend his car. Ashby Brown-Jim Hagan's handsome profile. Mellie Hussey and Martha Josey-Irvin Pillow's graceful walk. Basil Burnette-Annie Elizabeth Andrews' ability to play the piano, for we feel certain that Basil in time could master such a gentle art as music. Helen Babcock and Mary Dudley Pittman-Lola Brooks' and Dell Moyes devotion to each other, for we are all wishing to see a friendly feeling between these two.

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W , Y Y My-I-PM. up 'Q V ...Y W., .,. :nw 7 WY4, L2,,Ef,11.-...an .1 .. A-.. .. . - A. .- xv, -,W , ,,-,,.,,. V ..,,,: 1 ---.., .1..-., W.-1: ',:,,..z,-........,,....-uf...-,., . - .- . ..-.K-J,-,-lap., - v 0112155 Hrnphrrg PROPHETS are born, not elected. The obvious truth of this statement has never been brought home to anyone more forcibly than on the memorable evening when 1 tried in vain to tear the impenetrable veil of prophecy which shields from our view the events which are going to take place in the future. It is customary for the Class Prophet to consult someone who can unveil the future and foretell the destinies of each member of the Senior Class. Being duly elected to the signal honor of Prophet for the Class of 1930, I shall not deviate from the age-old custom. During the Christmas holidays I consulted several old prophets and one soothsayer, but the prophets said that foretelling the human destinies was even further beyond the extent of their powers, as weather forecasting, and even the soothsayer had no sooths for me. Several days before the school was to open, the boys of our crowd planned a chicken fry. We knew that the men in town would be glad to donate the chickens, if we would only get them from their yards without disturbing them. Exactly at midnight I was creeping silently by one of their barns on my way to the hennery, and I was thinking about the writing of the prophecy when I remarked to myself, I wish I had the prophecy written. Well, why don't you write it? came a perfectly intel- ligent voice, but one which somehow didn't seem human. After I had recov- ered from my fright, I investigated the voice and was more surprised when I found it came from an animal with long ears and sleek neck, which is better known for braying than for writing prophecies. Then I remembered that in my childhood I had heard the old people say that the power of speech is given to animals at midnight on New Years Eve. Sometime later I replied to his unexpected question, I am not a prophet and I can't see one day ahead of the present. Perhaps, then, I can be of assistance to you, replied the beast. I happen to be a lineal descendant of Balaam's ass. Speak, then, said I, and tell me what is to be the destiny of the Class of 1930, and you will be rewarded with a salt brick. Listen, said the beast, and I will foretell their future. With his eyes rolled back in his cranium, and a supernatural look on his face, this beast bestowed upon me the power to see each member of the class years later as they passed before my eyes. Imagine my consternation when I saw a man whom I seemed to know, act- ing as Chief Justice of the Supreme Court of North Carolina. Coming close I saw that he was none other than Norman Riggins, who had traveled the Long road of barristry, until now he is enjoying his long anticipated dream. I see a mother with a son upon her knee, and three other little culprits, awaiting the punishment of their irate parent-Henrietta Baker. But suddenly the scene changes and I see a little town of 5000 people. While walking down the street I see a sign, Pillow and Keech, and on walking in find two of my classmates established in a nifty department store. During a conversation with them they tell me that Ed Clayton is editor of the Tarboro Southerner and town critic. On coming out of the store a U. S. Major passes me and a second later I recognize William Davis. Aldine Arnold, after struggling for many years, succeeds in marrying a rich old batchelor, drives by in her Rolls-Royce, while Mary Frances McDowell, who was not as lucky in her marriage, locks on with envy as she cranks her 1930 model Ford. , fur -1. .,......a-gsgfgu -2--7 1-:im Y - - ....-1.7.4.7 . ,,