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

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THE TAR BUCKET HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF 1934 SHOULD you ask me whence these Seniors, Whence this band of earnest students With the stamp of youth upon them, With the fire and zest of conquest Written in their action, With the goal, success, before them Beckoning to them in the distance, I should answer, I should tell you — From the town and from the country, From the shores of great Tar River, From the land of Carolina, From the land of Warriors bold. As you ask me for their story I ' ll repeat it as I heard it From the lips of Tarheelhaha, The historian, the sweet singer. .Should, you ask where Tarheelhaha Found this true and perfect history, History of this Senior class, I should answer. I should tell you In the classrooms of the high school, In the halls and on the campus, On athletic field and gym. For eleven years he ' s watched them, Watched them as they upward came: And his record is a true one As he knows them each by name- First we see them with chief Bridget ' s — Her last tribe of six year olds — For with them she reached the climax, Their claim for excellence she still upholds. Then from wigwam into wigwam in this tribe of central school We find them brave; though sometimes they forgot and broke a rule. Here they got their bows and arrows which they ' ve used throughout the years Aiming at the target, knowledge Though sometimes they lost — with tears. We can ' t claim their aims been perfect; Some again have tried and tried. With chiefs Darrow, Clark, L. Bridgers, Garlick, other chiefs besides. Though they had to run the gauntlet — yet they won a conquering tribe. With great pride in their conquests They change their hunting ground; A more confident tribe of young braves I ' m sure could not be found. One bright September morning in 1928 They boldly marched against Gold Hill And stormed its eastern gate. But there they were encountered with Chief White both stern and bold Who stayed them with his tomahawk, and cried to them, Hold! Hold 1 Who can these papooses be? You cannot enter in these gates without a pass, quoth he. At this their mighty confidence is truly somewhat jarred But each brings from his feathered cap a little birch bark card. Sixth grade, it says, and in they pass — A meeker tribe by far. But a smiling Indian Maiden met them at their wigwam door; Beckwith is my name, quoth she, Whom at once they did adore. Here they learned their picture writing and their legendary lore, Songs of winter, songs of springtime, hunting songs, and many more. Honor came into this wigwam For a queen from it was chosen — Sue Knight Baker, queen of beauty ; The Sixth wigwam glowed with pride. To the Seventh wigwam passed they, Where Squaw Babcock held the stage; Here they learned their mathematics, How to figure, how to guage. Here again a beauty queen was chosen from this tribe — ■ Lucile Turner, whose rare beauty tongue or pen cannot describe. Then they come, a tribe of Freshmen; Trembling their way they make, For they ' ve heard of the bold, bad Sophomores Who have sworn their scalps to take. lint when they came into Kighth Wigwam And Squaws Dedmond and Mobley took their part, They soon regained their confidence And got a running start. When around the camp-fire in stunts they did compete, ' Twas Eighth Wigwam, first place — Indeed the others took back seat. The same was true in Salesmanship, Of Red Cross Seals they sold the most; And a prize they won for the cleanest room — This is no idle boast. Another lovely maiden within this tribe was found; Lila Mobley, dark-eyed beauty, as their queen was crowned. When they entered the Ninth Wigwam They were running a close race; Nine

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THE TAR BUCKET Lillie Kathleen Thayee Lillic K. Memorizing She ' s a girl that conks, She ' s a girl that sews, She makes her way wherever she goes. Fate George Grimes Thomas Good Sport Quiet in appearance but motives unknown. Captain of Football ' 32, ' 33; Captain of Baseball ' 32, ' 33; Basketball ' 31, ' 32, ' 33, ' 34; Baseball ' 29, ' 30, ' 31, ' 32, ' 33; Foot- ball ' 29, ' 30, ' 31, ' 32, ' 33. Elsie Thornburg Elsie Docile A likable personality, a friendly disposition and an attractive appearance form a combination hard to excel. Martha Emilt Walker Patty Jolly She ' s jolly, she ' s sweet She ' s the kind of a girl you like to meet. Basketball ' 33, ' 34; Tar Hi Tattler ' 31. ' 32, ' 33; Giftorian ' 34; Tar Bucket Staff ' 34. Ruby Pearl Walters Ruby Sweet She is always willing to work and do Whatever you may ask her to. Charles Elliot Weeks Charlie Good-Xatured Priceless jewels are often wrapped in small packages. MiiEi ' HY Long Whitehurst Murphy Long Tolerate Seen and heard only when necessary. Nina Banks Williams Rosie Individual .1 bad little girl with a good little heart. Basketball ' 33, ' 34. Eight

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THE TAR BUCKET At the year ' s end ' twas a hard task To find who held first place. But the Sophomore trophy, a much coveted prize. Was given Lucile Turner, who ' s both popular and wise. To the Tenth Wigwam the tribe of Juniors pass. And here the work descends upon them all en masse. With Squaw Yarborough at their head they at once start out To raise the Wampum for the banquet Which they did without a doubt. Then when for the feast they are all quite set, Bing! The bubble -burst — the bank went flat. But to show the stuff that ' s in them They simply would not be outdone — But cried, Up with the Junior flag, boys: The game ' s as good as won. A band of happy warriors — they rallied to the guns; Not one lay down upon the job and said, It can ' t be done. Tickets to the movies they sold with a vim. And more than sixty bucks of wampum came rolling in. With the money in their coffers and determination running high, They would put their banquet over — they would do or die. And then the mothers nobly said, We ' ll do our part. And if you had been there, ' twould have thrilled your heart. In this same Junior year, of this tribe there were three Who took part in the great pow-wow that met at U. N. 0. - ' Raby, Arnold, Olscbner, great arguers they be. And ' now we find the tribe in the last lap of the race ; The goal is near, but a handicap each one must face. Eight months you have — not nine, is the stern decree. Each one lost his .iust right. I ' m sure you will agree. But again they struggled onward and did their best ; They marched against these barriers with heroic zest. Again we find Squaw Mobley marchin? by their side. And again we find her a most efficient guide. We must have an annual, each and every Senior cried ; A record of our last year we wi.l not be denied. This takes Wampum: let ' s get busy and show what we can do. And si they planned for May Day and successfully put it through. Xow we see them round the camp-fire at the setting of the sun, Waiting for the sheet of deer skin, which says to them, Well done. The last chapter can ' t be finished till tomorrow ' s sun is gone. And Sachem Mahler reads the verdict that they their race have won. Ten