Timmonsville High School - Tihisco Yearbook (Timmonsville, SC)

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(prop ecj of tfyt tfaes of 1920 are three kinds of prophets—Old Testament prophets, weather prophets, and Class prophets. We laugh when we hear weather prophets, we groan when we hear Old Testament prophets, and when we hear Class prophets we immediately grow drowsy. When I realized that I was to become a prophet of the most annoying kind I followed the mysterious plan of getting into my possession the foot of a rabbit killed on Friday night in a cemetery before the rising of the North Star. On possessing this, I am permitted to look into the future of my dear classmates, and this is what I see. 1 see before me the vision of a court room. The central figure is a lawyer standing at the bar, one hand clenched, demanding a favorable decision from the judge, and, as the lawyer turns, I recognize my classmate, Marion Huggins, who, two years later, became Governor of South Carolina on the National Woman’s ticket. Mamie Ham, you have made a wonderful record in the Timmonsville High, and your future surprises me. You are to give up all thoughts of books and turn to the dramatic world. I behold a crowd gathered around a bill poster, craning their necks for a glimpse of the evenings attractions. The greatest attraction is the one in which you are the star. James White, away down in Florida, I see you in the midst of a magnifi- cent pine growth, with that sweet girl of your 1020 selection walking beside you, both intently watching the success of your recent discovery, grafting an apple into a pine tree to produce pineapples. Alma, you have always sought money, and in the year of 1030 you shall be made Secretary of the Treasury. The Government will profit by your effort, for you have the power to collect and know the value of a dollar, ha ing once gotten it. Your profound knowledge has been gained through your being Treasurer of the Class of 1020. Quite contrary to general opinion, I see a handsomely fitted dental office, in Augusta, Ga., where, through a genius of our Class, painless dentistry has been invented and is being practiced. There he stands in his usual easy dig- nified manner. It will surprise you when I tell you he is none other than our classmate and friend, Laurie Anderson. In Paris I see a good-looking woman attired in a handsome traveling suit of brown, who has the reputation of having remarkable literary ability and a great fondness for travel. At a second glance I recognize our classmate, Dorothy Keith. She promises us a full description of her travels when she returns.

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In the fifth grade we boys spent most of our time in the cloakroom (for our teacher would send us in there every day). This was her means of pun- ishment. One day she decided that we liked that too well, for she had found out that we were bringing all kinds of things to eat while in there. She began sending us to the office. We despised this, for we had heard many sad and woeful tales from the older boys who had been sent in there. We did not cherish this at all. 'I he first time we were sent in the office the professor only gave us a talk and a promise of something worse the next time. So the sixth year came and went without much incident, for we had decided to behave ourselves and to study real hard. Then we came to the seventh grade. During this year we were sent to the office more frequently and in larger numbers than ever before, but in some unknown and mysterious way we never received that which had been promised by the professor the next time we misbehaved, or at least that's the story all of 11s related. How true it was, I don't know. I hen the next year was our eighth year at school. The years had passed so rapidly that we could hardly realize that we were in High School. We received the initiation into High School. We got what was promised in les- sons as well. We began studying Latin this year. It was something new for us, but we managed to pass. In the ninth grade we began looking forward to graduating the next year. It seemed hard to see how those dignified Seniors looked down upon us. Of course, this fact made us strive harder each day to pass on all of our studies so that we could be a member of the graduating class the next year. We all declared that we would not be so haughty, even though we had a right to be. Any one who has been through part of “the mill of knowledge” as we Have had a right to be proud. And at last we are here—“graduates. Many times, as we toiled on through geometry and Caesar, our diplomas, the goal for which we had been working for ten years, seemed far away. Ilut. at last, after probably our happiest year of school life, we are stand- ing on the border of “No Man's Land, the vast unknown world before us. But ten long, happy, profitable years lie behind us in the T. H. S. Mei.vin II. Purvis, Jr. Class Historian.

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George Rollins will invent fountain pens which will automatically write the answer to any impossible examination question, and will become wealthy selling them to Timmonsville students for the history and Latin examinations Miss Dobson and Miss Wright may give them. He will then turn his atten- tion to the study of medicine and become one of our leading physicians.. Now, I see a lovely future for some one. A beautifully dressed lady and a large automobile are standing in front of a magnificent residence. This lady has turned her face toward me, and I see Floy White's happy counte- nance. She has just purchased this residence with the proceeds received from writing for The Literary Digest. Apparently, I see in a brilliantly lighted room ladies, gentlemen, girls and boys in perpetual motion, and in their midst a gentleman in full dress, whom I do not know. After watching him giving instructions to these people a few moments, I recognize him as none other than mv old schoolmate, Henry White, giving dancing lessons, mostly of an athletic type. 1 see cut-glass, silver, and just lots of beautiful gifts everywhere, and in the midst of the pretty room a lovely brunette, dressed in an immaculate white costume. After several years’ experience in sight-seeing and social service work, Mary Alma finally succumbs to a dormant temptation and returns to the old Palmetto State, to become the happy bride of one of our Congressmen. This scene is dim. but I hear sweet sounds, and now I see a large audi- torium filled with people. On the stage, gracefully seated at a beautiful piano, is Paul ane, handsomely attired in a blue and gold costume of Duchess satin, charming the auditorium with selections from Mozart, Paderewski, and many other noted composers. It is difficult to recognize the dignified girl I see, but. judging from her wonderful success in 1'immonsville High School, I think it must he Shelly McKay, who is filling the chair of French in Yassar College, and who is so highly esteemed by the faculty. This scene is a beautiful one. My vision enters a new field. In the french room there are beautifully dressed ladies, waiting for the curtain to rise. The dark curtains part, and I see a lovely creature, with light curls and blue eyes, gowned in a black velvet dress, with diamonds galore, who has attained a high position with Keith s vaudeville. We do not know her until she smiles, and then we see our dear classmate. Ruth Conyers. I now behold a scene which is a fitting one for the close of this mysterious insight into the future. Acres and acres of cultivated fields, green and invit- ing in the early morning sun, surrounding a large colonial home. I look again, and. to my astonishment, I see my carefree friend and classmate, Melvin Purvis, who has inherited an immense fortune, master of the scene of enchant-