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JUNE :: :: 1919 


Dedication 3 

Roll of Class 4 

How We Felt (Verse) 26 

Alva Goswick 


lass History 27 

Lillian Virginia Wall 

Our Class Twenty Years from Now 31 

Ruth Houchins 

June — Class Poem 34 

Alva Goswick 

A Peep Into the Future 37 

Nell Clingman 

Editorials 39 

Class Will 43 

Just for Fun , 45 


Prof. L. Lea White Frontispiece 

Members of Senior Class 4 to 25 

Debating Team 29 

State Champions . 35 

Champions Western N. C.__, . 41 

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Published by the Senior Class of the 
Winston-Salem City High School 

Vol. IX June, 1919 No. 5 


Mr, L. Lea White 









Nellie Sharpe 


"In youth and beauty wisdom is 
but rare." 

Vice-President of Class, Assis- 
tant Editor-in-Chief of the Black 
and Gold, Captain in the Victory 
Girl Campaign, Member of the 
Charles D. Mclver Literary 
Society, the War Savings Society, 
and the High School Choir. 

Leah Willis 

"Lazy" "Lear" 

"The girl who wins is the girl 

who works. 
The girl who toils while the next 

one shirks." 

Associate Editor of the Black and 
Gold, Class Statistician, Member 
of the War Savings Society, 
Victory Girls, the Rooters' Club. 


Eunice Grubbs 


"A rosebud set zvith little wilful 

A Victory Girl, a Member of the 
High School Choir, the War Sav- 
ings Society, the Rooters' Club, 
the Charles D. Mclver Literary 

Mary Cook 


"The virtuous Marcia tozvers 
above her sex." 

Member of the Rooters' Club, the 
War Savings Society, a Victory 


Katherine Montgomery 

"Tac" "Kat" 

"She's ay sae neat, sae trim, sae 

All grace does round her hover." 

A Victory Girl, a Member of the 
War Savings Society, the High 
School Choir, the Rooters' Club. 

Dorothy Clark 


"The fairiest garden in her looks, 
And in her mind the wisest 

President of the Charles D. Mc- 
Iver Literary Society, Class 
Statistician, a Victory Girl, a 
Member of the War Savings 
Society, the Rooters' Club, the 
Athletic Association. 


Elizabeth Reed 


"Her modest looks the cottage 
might, adorn, 

Sweet as the primrose peeps be- 
neath the thorn." 

President of the Rooters' Club, 
Pianist in Orchestra, a Member 
of the War Savings Society, the 
Athletic Association, the Charles 
D. Mclver Literary Society, a 
Victory Girl. 

Erma Moore 

; Smil( 

"She moves a goddress, and she 
looks a queen." 

President of the War Savings 
Society, Fun-maker for the Black 
and Gold, a Victory Girl % a 
Member of the High School 
Choir, the Rooters' Club, the 
Charles D. Mclver Literary 


Mavis Burchette 


"Hang sorrow: Care will kill a 

And therefor I let's be merry." 

A Member of the High School 
Choir, the War Savings Society, 
the Charles D. Mclver Literary 
Society, the Rooters' Club, a Vic- 
tory Girl. 

Moselle Culler 


"She is pretty to walk with, 
And witty to talk with, 
And pleasant, too, to think on." 

A Victory Girl, a Member of the 
Charles D. Mclver Literary So- 
ciety, the War Savings Society, 
the Rooters' Club. 


Mildred Beck 


"Impulsive, earnest, prompt to 

And make her generous thought 
a fact." 

Member of the War-Savings So- 
ciety ; Member of the Victory 
Girls' Club; Member of the 
Rooters' Club. 

Nell Clingman 

''Little Nell" 

"Brows saintly^ calm and lips 
Knew every change of scowl 
and pout." 

Secretary of War-Savings So- 
ciety, Captain Victory Girls' 
Club, Member of Rooters' Club, 
Member of Choir, Class Prophet, 
Associate Editor of The Black 
and Gold. 



Edith Howard 


"A peace above all earthly 
A still and quiet conscience." 

Member of War-Savings So- 
ciety; Member of Victory Girls' 

Wynona Hilton 

"W'y Don't You?" 

"And still to her charms she 
alone is a stranger! 
Her modest demeanor's the 
jewel of all." 

Member of War Savings So- 
ciety, Member of Victory Girls' 
Club, Member of Choir. 



May Miller 


'Her looks were like a flower in 

Her smile was like a summer 

Member of War-Savings So- 
ciety ; Member of Choir. 

Lillian Needham 

"Idge" ','Lil" 

" Lasting ease, 

Elysian quiet, without toil or 

Member of War Savings Society, 
Member of Victory Girls' Club, 
Member of Rooters' Club, Mem- 
ber of Choir. 




"Dimples' 1 

"A 'voice surpassing far A ra- 
p/lion's lyre." 

Member of War Savings Society, 
Member of Victory Girls' Club, 
Member of Choir. 

Ruby Sapp 


"Her cheeks are like the blushing 
That beautifies Aurora's face." 

Member of War Savings Society, 
Member of Victory Girls' Club, 
Members of Rooters' Club, Class 
Statistician, Associate Editor of 
Black and Gold, Member of 
Charles D. Mclver Literary 



Viola Still 


"Queen rose of the rosebud gar- 
den of girls." 

Secretary of Class; Member of 
Choir, Member of War Savings 
Society, Member of Victory Girls' 
Club, Member of Charles D. 
Mclver Literary Society. 

Lillian Wall 


"She walks in beauty like the 
Of cloudless climes and starry 

Class Historian, Member of War 
Savings Society, Member of Vic- 
tory Girls' Club, Member of 
Rooters' Club, Member of Choir, 
Member of Charles D. Mclver 
Literary Society. 



Bernice White 


"A little, upright, pert, tart, 
tripping wight." 

Member of War Savings Society, 
Member of Victory Girls' Club, 
Member of Rooters' Club, Mem- 
ber of Choir, Member of Charles 
D. Mclver Literary Society. 

Pauline Mabel Weisner 


"Not stepping over the bounds of 

Member of the Charles D. Mc- 
lver Literary Society, Rooters' 
Club, War Savings Society. 



Mattie Belle Moser 


"Happy and from care I am free, 
Why aren't they all contented 
like me?" 

Member of the Choir, Charles D. 
Mclver Literary Society, War 
Savings Society, Victory Girls' 

Thelma May Pleasants 


"She doeth little kindnesses which 
others leave undone." 

Member of the Choir, Charles D. 
Mclver Literary Society, War 
Savings Society, Victory Girls' 



Lucile Perry 


"Begone, dull care, I prithere 
Begone dull care from me 
Thou and I shall never agree." 

Member of the Rooters' Club, 
Athletic Association, War Sav- 
ings Society, Choir, Class Fun- 

Ruth Louise Houchins 

"Hair-brained sentimental tract 
Was strongly marked in her 

Member of the Rooters' Club, 
Choir, War Savings Society, Vic- 
tory Girls' Club, Class Prophet, 
Associate Editor of the Black and 



Gladys Pfaff 


"Had tongue at will and yet 
was never loud." 

Member of the Victory Girls 
Club, War Savings Society. 

Malona Jewel Jordan 


"It's the little things in this world 
that count." 

Member of the Charles D. Mc- 
Iver Literary Society, Victory 
Girls' Club, War Savings Society. 



Alva Leigh Goswick 
"So buxom, blithe and debonair.'' 

Press Reporter for Charles D. 
Mclver Literary Society, Class 
Poet, Junior Four-Minute Speak- 
er for High School, Member of 
the Choir, Victory Girls' Club, 
Rooters' Club, War Savings 

Lucy Helen Agee 

"Gentle of speech, beneficent of 

Member of the Rooters' Club, 
War Savings Society, Victory 
Girls' Club, Choir. 



Helen Lula Henley 


"Talking she knew not what nor 
cared not why." 

Member of the Rooters' Club 
Choir-leader, Class Fun-Maker, 
Member of the Charles D. Mc- 
Iver Liter'ary Society), Vidtory 
Girls' Club, War Savings So- 

Margaret Jean Roddick 


"Where the fairest maids were, 
the fairest was bonny Jean." 

Treasurer of Charles D. Mclver 
Literary Society, Member of the 
Athletic Association, Rooters' 
Club, Victory Girls' Club, War- 
Savings Society, Choir. 



Agatha McCorkle 

"Her very frowns are fairer far 
Than smiles of other maidens 

Cheer Leader for Rooters' Club, 
Fun-Maker for Black and Gold, 
Chairman of Program Commit- 
tee for Charles D. Mclver Lit- 
erary Society, Member of the 
Athletic Association, Victor} 
Girls' Club, War Savings Societv 

D. Clyde Crutchfield, Jr. 


"His valor and his generous mind 1 
Prove him superior of his kind." I 

Member of Athletic Association. 



William C. Campbell 
"Take the cash and let the credit 


Maurice S. Emmart 


"/ ivas not born for courts ot 
great affairs, 
But to pay my debts, believe and 
say my prayers." 

Member of Athletic Association 
Basket Ball Team, Calvin H. 
Wiley Literary Society. 



James W. Piatt 


"Of manners gentle, of affections 

F. Earl Beaudry 


"By nature honest, by experience 




Ralph E. Spaugh 


"I know the gentleman to be of 
worth, and worthy of estima- 

Member of Program Committee 
of Calvin H. Wiley Literary 
Society, Athletic Association, 
Editor-in-Chief of Black and 
Gold, Statistician for Senior 
Black and Gold. 

William F. Medearis 


"And when a lady's in the case, 
You know all other things give 

President of Class, Chairman of 
Program Committee of the 
Calvin H. Wiley Literary So- 
ciety, Associate Editor of Black 
and Gold, Member of Football 
Team, Member of Athletic Asso- 
ciation, Member of Victory Boys, 
Vice-President of Hi-Y Club. 



H. Asbury Vaughn 


"And the ladies, strange to say, 
Pester him both night and day." 

Member of Calvin H. Wiley 
Literary Society, Member Foot- 
ball Team, Member of Athletic 
Association; Funmaker for Black 
and Gold, Member of Victory 
Boys, Member of Hi-Y Club. 

Hoy Holshouser 

"And I would that my tongue 
could utter, 
The thoughts that arise within 

Member of Calvin H. Wiley 
Literary Society, Member of Vic- 
tory Boys, Member of Hi-Y 



Bruce Ellis 


"Deeper, deeper, let us toil, 
In the mines of knowledge." 

Member of Program Committee 
of Calvin H. Wiley Literary 
Society, Treasurer of Class, 
Member of Victory Boys. 

Howard Reynolds, 


"None but himself can be his 

Member of Athletic Association, 
Member of Victory Boys, Statis- 


low We 3tit 

The morn dawned bright and sunny 

On our graduation day, 
We hustled through our breakfast 

To pack our books away. 
We laughed away the morning 

Till the hour of noon approached, 
It made us feel as grand 

As Cinderella in her coach. 

The afternoon dragged slowly 

In contrast to our hearts, 
In the height of rare excitement, 

We sang like happy larks. 
The clock chimed one, two and three — 

How long the hours seemed ; 
The sun was still o'erhead, 

But how our faces beamed. 

Hark, the clock again was striking, 

This time 'twas four, then five — 
The hour of eight was coming; 

Look out, 'twas almost nigh. 
We hurried to our festive rooms 

To get our "quitting" frocks ; 
We powdered shining noses, 

And curled our straggling locks. 

The boys were primping, too, 

As the fatal hour approached. 
Their ties just would not tie, 

And their hair just would not roach. 
They felt stiff and ill at ease 

In their suits of new broadcloth, 
And their patent leather shoes 

Seemed to squeak whene'er they walked. 

We reached the opera house 

An hour too soon, I'm afraid, 
But then it's only once 

That Seniors graduate. 
Not a sound was heard — so still, 

Our hearts too full to speak 
As we thought on leaving High School, 

And of new friends we would meet. 

WLh shining eyes we listened 

To the speeches that were made, 
And behold, our white diplomas 

Seemed to sparkle where they lay. 
On that night we had the thrill 

Of leaving "old" to seek the "new" ; 
And the joy will live forever 

Though we said, "Farewell, to you". 

Alva Goswick. 


(Clans Hiatnrg of 1919 

jOUR years ago the class of '19 entered High School with 
no realization of the wonderful events that were to transpire 
within the short period of High School life. Surely our 
class has lived through the greatest time the world has 
ever witnessed. So of course our school history has been affected 
by the changes these years have wrought. If the happenings of 
past classes have filled pages, surely ours through these eventful 
years would fill volumes. However, I shall endeavor to relate only 
a few of the facts of our class life. ?...«**;■_; 

When in September 1915, we started out, our eighth grade 
was divided into four sections, due to the -enrollment of one 
hundred and fifty boys and girls. The next year the four classes 
were combined into three ninths, and by the time we had reached 
our Junior year, our class had become small enough to place in 
two divisions, the boys' tenth, and the girls'. It was here that we 
tenth grade girls made ourselves famous by writing our "Liberty 
Play", under the supervision of our English teacher, and presenting 
it in chapel; it was here that one of our members, Alva Goswick, 
won the High School medal for giving the best four-minute speech 
on the War Savings Stamps; and Leah Willis and Mildred Beck 
the prizes for writing the best papers on, "Why We Should Buy 
War Savings Stamps." All our girls were active, too, in the local 
War Savings Society, and turned many a moving picture, chewing 
gum quarter into a loyal Thrift Stamp. Nor were the tenth boys 
one bit less patriotic than the girls, though in a different way. 
They loyally supported the school War Savings Society with 100 
per cent membership, and bought with their hard earned savings 
a Baby Bond. Three of them, Harry Maddrey, Emmanuel Glenn, 
and Frank Dalton, enlisted in the service, and have actually seen 
oversea service. 

Of these we feel especially proud that our class should have 
contributed to that long line of khaki that stemmed the tide of the 
Hun. And as love follows war, three of our girls, Mary Boone 
Neely, Mary Southern, and Evelyn Messick, became war brides. 
The class shared with Evelyn her great sorrow, when her husband 
was killed on the fields of France. 

Of the fifty that are in the Senior class now, twenty-three of 
us started out in the first grades together, sixteen girls and seven 
boys. One of our classmates, Mozelle Culler, has been with us 
only this year. Mozelle came from Texas and she speaks well for 



Texas schools. Another of our classmates, Dorothy Clark, after 
spending two years in Florida, came back to graduate with us. 

Last year we hoped that our class would send out more grad- 
uates than any class ever had, but owing to war conditions, and for 
other reasons, we lost a number. Fay Blair and Mamie Hegwood 
left us to take positions in the commercial world, while Charles 
Clinard and Mack Misenhiemer decided they would try boarding 
school. A number of our boys, Robert and Ralph Marler, William 
Shepherd, Mebane Turner and John Dodson, answered the call 
to prepare themselves for service by entering State College V. A. 
T. C. 

Since our entrance into High School, many improvements have 
been made. First, we have a well equipped Domestic Science De- 
partment, of which we are very proud. Second, we have one of 
the most up-to-date laboratories in the State. And our boys are 
being better equipped for life by the instruction in manual training, 
mechanical drawing, and printing. 

We have made much progress this year, although we have 
been twice interrupted on account of influenza. The whole school 
has shown the proper school spirit, by co-operating with the faculty, 
both in hard studying and in making up lost time by attending 
school on Saturdays and one week in June. 

And now, as we leave old Winston-Salem High School we are 
carrying with us happy memories of our four years here, lofty ideals — 
the harvest — of our student days. 

Lillian Virginia Wall. 





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iWILIGHT had faded. 1 sat alone thinking of the days 
that were no more — the old High School days. What 
had become of the boys and girls of the Class of '19? I 
had moved away so soon after graduating that I had lost 
all trace of them. Suddenly I was aroused by the maid. "M. B. 
Moser, Attorney-at-Law", I read on the card she brought me. 
I hurried down to the library, expecting to see a strange man but 
instead there stood my old school chum, Mattie Bell Moser. 

"You a lawyer, Mattie!!' I exclaimed. "Why you used to 
hate the very word — law!" 

"Yes, but I'm quite an expert now!" she answered. 

"Where are you living now?" I asked, excusing myself as being 
a regular question box. 

"Oh, I'm still in Winston-Salem; I'm just here on a business 
trip and thought I'd look you up. I'm going home tomorrow 
morning; get ready and go with me, won't you?" 

"How sudden! But it would be great fun to see the old 
place once more! Sure I'll go. What time are you leaving?" 

"At 8 :30 a. m. and now I must go. Good night," and she 
was gone. 

A thrill of excitement swept over me ! Going back to Win- 
ston-Salem — I could hardly wait! 

We traveled two long days and I was rather relieved when we 
changed cars at Greensboro and started for dear old Winston-Salem. 

"Tickets, please," cried a strangely familiar voice. 

"Why, hello, Willie Campbell!" I cried. "Glad to see you, 


"Uh-ah-well, Ruth Houchins," he managed to stammer. 
"Haven't seen you for twenty years. Where did you come from?" 

"Kalamazoo. Still living in W.-S., Willie?" 

"No, my home is in Greensboro. See you later." 

As we drew near Kernersville, Lawyer Moser pointed out a 
magnificent country home. "That's where May Miller lives," she 
explained. "She married a Mr. Voss or Mr. Boss (more than likely 
the latter) and lives in great style." 

Just then the train stopped for Kernersville and a tall, dis- 
tinguished blond passed by my window. 

"That's Thelma Pleasant, as sure as I live and she hasn't 
changed a particle! Hello, Thelma," I cried, "What are you doing 
in the metropolis of Kernersville?" 

"Oh, I'm matron of the Old Bachelors' Home," she answered, 
as she greeted me. "You know since Pauline Weisner has become 


General Manager of the Suffragette Party, she has had the women 
voters of the State to pass a law that all men over forty, who 
are unmarried, shall live in a Bachelor Home and give all their 
surplus income to the support of maiden ladies!" 

"My, old North Carolina is moving along!" I was so en- 
grossed in my thoughts that before I knew it we were in Winston- 
Salem in the Grand Central Station. 

"This is the site of the Old High School," Mattie said, as she 
hurried me to the Travelers' Aid booth that I might use the 

The Travelers' Aid Secretary looked strangely famiiliar, hut 
I had to study a moment before I could place her. 

"Mary Cook!" I exclaimed. 

"Well, for goodness' sakes, Ruth Houchins, what are you doing 
in this part of the country?" She was as surprised as myself. We 
chatted until the lawyer said it was almost time for supper. 

"I'm not used to so many surprises" — I apologized as we boarded 
a car for the new suburb on the Yadkin — where Mattie lived. 

"Where's Malona Jordan?" I asked suddenly, as I heard a 
woman address a little child as "Malona". The name was unusual — 
I had never heard of but one Malona. 

"Oh, Malona is quite popular as an osteopath. She has the 
reputation of being able to cure anything, from a pain in the finger 
to a broken heart ! She has more name sakes in the city than 
anyone, unless it is Reverend Howard Reynolds!" 

"Reverend Howard!" I cried. "Howard a preacher! Wonders 
will never cease. But aren't you teasing? Really he used to like 
arguing so much that I thousht he would be a lawver, but a preacher! 

"You remember Clyde Crutchfield, Ruth? Well, he has be- 
come almost as popular with the ladies as Howard. He runs a 
Day Nursery for tired mothers. For a penny a second he amuses 
children while their mothers play whist or go to the movies. I 
hear he has to keep a private secretary, Mary Holland, to count 
the pennies while he keeps up with the tiny tots!" 

Just then we reached our destination and as we entered 
Mattie's apartment, she laughingly said, "You mustn't have too 
critical eyes, for Lucile and I, like most literary women, are not 
model housekeepers." 

"So you and Lucile Perry live together?" 

"Yes, we keep bachelor hall; Lucile writes poetry and I read 

"Lucile — a poet? Tell me about her." 

"She has already won fame as the author of the 'Potato Masher', 


'A Book of Sonnets', and is now at work on her masterpiece, 'Rag- 
time Sue'. 

"Where is Helen Agee?" I asked. 

"Helen is a prima dona and is now touring France and England. 
She was here two years ago and sang at the Memorial Hall." 

"Did she ever marry Roy?" 

"Yes, but they were divorced. I was Helen's lawyer. I hear 
that she has a great many suitors and it is rumored that she is 
about to marry an English Lord." 

"Poor Helen", I managed to say. "Her life has certainly been 

"Now, where is Nell Clingman?" 

"She was studying in Paris to be a nurse and fell in love with 
the president of a big railroad company and they are married. They 
sailed last week for America. I had a letter from Nell a few days 
ago and she is now Mrs. Goley." 

"Isn't that interesting!" I exclaimed. "Now tell me of Eunice 
Grubbs. I'll bet I can guess about her, though." 

"You'd never be able to," replied Mattie, "for she is principal 
of the High School at Hanestown. She taught at Kernersville a 
while but when she was offered the place at Hanestown she took it. 
She seemed to be enjoying life fine when I was out a few months ago." 

"The very idea of Eunice being a teacher. I thought surely 
she would be married by now." 

"Where is Dorothy Clark and what is she doing?" I asked. 

"I'm sure", replied the lawyer, "that you have heard of the 
great actress 'Marion Borae,' haven't you? Well, that is our 

"Indeed! I have heard of her, but I didn't know that it was 

"You remember Earl Beaudry, Ruth? Well, he is about to 
present the world with an airship that can travel from earth to 
Mars. He's a 'second Edison and is the talk of the South. He is 
living in New Orleans and he certainly figures high in the Winston- 
Salem papers." 

"Good for Earl! Now tell me, Mattie, about the others in 
our class." 

"Well, there is Wynona Hilton, who has succeeded Miss Dob- 
son as head of the Commercial Department. Edith Howard has 
inherited an enormous fortune from her uncle and is now sight 
seeing in Honolula. And Lillian Needham is a missionary in Africa. 
And what do you think of Jean Roddick being the leader of the 
State Suffragette party? Then there's Lillian Wall. You'd never 
think it but she's married and she and Cecil are now working on 


a History of the World War. I guess it will be completed in a 
few years. Oh! I believe I left out Maurice Emmart — I should 
not, because he is a distinguished flyer, and his next trip will be 
to fly from New York to Liverpool." 

"Does it seem possible that the members of our class should be 
so widely separated?" I asked. 

"No, but Ruth, I think you are the only one that has played 
the 'Prodigal Son'. You see all the others have been back during 
the last twenty years." 

"Yes, I guess you are right, and in the future I'm going to 
keep in touch with you all, if such a thing be possible." 

The soft wind of that June night seemed to waft back memories 
that had been buried in my heart so long and I felt like a school 
girl once more in the midst of a circle of loving friends. 

Dreams are fair and beautiful, as long as they last, but when 
they fade you are left as though you were on a barren desert. So 
I felt when the dream of the class of 1919 faded. 

Ruth Houchins. 

Blooming roses everywhere, 
Sweet perfumes in all the air; 
Oriole and gay bob-white, 
Wierd call of owls at night, 
Make you love the month of June 
And holidays that end too soon. 

A lamb out in a daisy field, 

A grove of trees a brook to shield. 

Above the clouds roll lazily on 

To lands of rainbow, flowers and song. 

Dancing children in a ring, — 

These, Oh June, are what you bring. 

A barefoot boy with rod in hand 
Swinging down the path of sand; 
A merry whistle from childish mouth, 
He dreams of cat-fish, speckled trout. 
A yellow dog close on his heel 
Wags his tail, — Oh, June, you're real. 

Alva Goswick. 




"Trouble, double trouble; 
Fire burn and cauldron bubble." 

A shrivelled wizened woman was stirring the pot. 

"Fortune, lady!" she cried. 

I laid a dime in her bony palm. 

"Why, Ishnee Rodiger!" I cried, "What in the world!" 

"Nell Clingman!" she recognized me at once. "Come," she 
said in her best professional manner, "Let me show you your future!" 

She began stirring the pot, muttering and motioning mysteriously. 

"If you can foretell the future," I returned, entering into the 
fun of the thing, "tell me about my classmates." 

"Belittle not the powers of my art!" she warned. "You shall 
see for yourself." 

I tried to draw back but drawn nearer by some mysterious 
power, I gazed into the seething pot. 

As if by magic there came forth the clear picture of a school 
room, filled with deaf and dumb children. The door opened and 
Helen Henley, the teacher, entered. 

Then slowly the scene changed. The dingy school room be- 
came a brilliant ball room. The dancing master, leading the young 
rich of the town in "tripping the light fantastic toe," I recognized 
as — Hoy Holchouser. But before the color had faded from Hoy's 
cheek, the scene changed — this time to a spacious church. The 
minister, Asbury Vaughn, stood before the altar and a wedding pro- 
cession entered, the bride, Emma Moore, looking very beautiful as 
she walked up the aisle on the arm of the proud groom, an ad- 
miral, as I saw from his uniform, — Erma's dearest dream had come 

Then scene after scene flashed before me — Ruth Houchens as- 
cended the steps of her magnificent Fifth Avenue home attended by 
her husband, H. A. ; Marvis Burchette in the jungles of Africa re- 
vealing the mysteries of phonetics to adoring young Africans ; Mil- 
dred Beck doing a complicated experiment in her lonely laboratory ; 
William Medearis at work on his masterpiece ; Mozelle Culler, in 
the latest cow-girl style galloping across the plain to meet "her 
ranchman" — the one we used to hear her talking about so much in 
our school days ; Leah Willis, laying to rest her sixth husband ; 
Bruce Ellis diligently working on his up-to-date farm. Then I 
beheld Gladys Pfaff, delivering her famous address on "How to 
Train Husbands" ; Nellie Sharp, toiling at her editor's desk. Alsa 
Goswick I saw — a diver — standing ready for the signal to dive 

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into the bottom of the ocean. Then the ocean scene changed into 
an assembly hall, crowded with excited women, in truth a char- 
acteristic woman suffrage meeting. The fluent speaker I perceived 
was Elizabeth Reed. But suddenly the flow of eloquence was 
stopped. A deathly paleness overspread the orator's face. With 
a shriek, she sprang upon a chair. An innocent mouse had run 
across the floor. 

In the confusion the scene changed and the next thing I saw 
was Cherry street, Winston-Salem, brilliantly lighted, spotlessly 
clean, thronged with shouting multitudes hailing the deliverers from 
dirt and darkness, — Ruby Sapp, the mayor, and Dr. Bernice White, 
the efficient health officer. I recognized in the automobile beside 
the town officials the Honorable Viola Still, senator from the Old 
North State, and her hostess, Katherine Montgomery, the well- 
known writer, who by her gifted pen had aroused the townspeople 
to a sense of their needs in municipal sanitation. James Piatt, the 
movie actor, who within the last fifteen years had made such a 
name for himself by his vivid portrayal of farm life scenes, I spotted 
as one of the thronging spectators, and Agatha McCorkle, the prima 
donna, who had won fame in her entertainments for the kings of 

Suddenly I heard a whizzing sound. I closed my eyes and 
when I opened them the enchanted pot, witch, and all the charms 
had disappeared and in their place stood Ralph Spaugh, smiling up 
from his torn parachute. 

Nell Clingman. 

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Published by the Senior Class of the 
Winston-Salem City High School 


Ralph Spaugh Editor-in-Chief 

Nellie Sharp Associate Editor-in-Chief 


Leah Willis, '19 William Medearis, '19 

Nell Clingman, '1.9 John Fries Blair, '20 

Ruby Sapp, '19 Arthur Silverberg, '20 

Ruth Houchins, '19 Frederick Spaugh, '20 

Lois Moon, '20 Ethelbert Holland, '20 

Nancy Stockton, '20 J. A. Vance, '20 

Nettie Allen Thomas, '20 John Daye, '21 

Blanche Long, '20 Margaret Durham, '21 



During the first few months of this term the question of 
having The Black and Gold this year was discussed from every 
point. Practically everyone wanted the magazine but the price 
which was first quoted was entirely out of the question. Then it 
was suggested that a special number of The Winston-Salem News, 
with pictures of the graduating class, be published. When it was 
discovered that our first figures were incorrect and that it would 
cost as much to publish The News as it would to publish a Senior 
number of The Black and Gold, it was decided to do the latter 
and sell the magazine at a nominal price, just sufficient to cover 
the cost of the printing. The balance of the cost was to be borne 
by the Senior Class. 

As the cost of printing is so high and the rate of advertising 
for only one issue so low, it was considered best not to attempt 
advertising. This has cut down the size of the magazine some- 
what, but what is left is all good reading matter. 

The whole school has been laboring under difficulties this year, 
and it is only through the untiring efforts of Mr. White and Miss 
Mary Wiley that we are able to publish a Black and Gold this 
year at all. 

R. E. Spaugh. 


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[LREADY many of us are eagerly looking forward to the 
close of this school term, for we know that our minds 
shall be free from the thoughts of Algebra, Latin and 
English. We all enjoy our vacations, for to most of us 
it is a period of relaxation, a time when we do those things we 
have been longing to do through all the hard days of duty and 
school. But this vacation will be different to us of the Senior Class, 
for to many of us it means not merely the close of the year's work, 
but the end of our school life. And the joy which has always 
attended our thought of graduation is mingled with sorrow as we 
realize that we are leaving forever the school that has been the 
scene of our triumphs and our struggles through four long years. 
If we, the class of 1919, had our High School years to go 
over we would greatly improve our records. Just recently have 
we realized how important it was that we should do only our best 
in everything. To the incoming students we, as good friends in- 
terested in your school life say, "Take our advice and do nothing 
but your best." We have discovered our mistakes too late to profit 
by them in High School; but we have learned that experience is a 
dear teacher and we have traveled over some rough roads because 
we did not make use of our opportunities. If you become dis- 
couraged, work that much harder, for the impressions that you 
receive in your school life are lasting impressions, and long after 
your school days are over they will linger in your memory. 

Nellie E. Sharpe. 





(tea Will 

We the Class of 1919, of the High School of the City of Win- 
ston-Salem, County of Foi'syth and State of North Carolina, being of 
(supposedly) sound mind, tvishing to dispose of some of our per- 
sonal belongings, do herewith publish our last Will and Testament. 

Item 1 : I, Howard A. Reynolds, mindful of various needs 
of the hereinafter mentioned beneficiary, do hereby give, devise and 
bequeath my clergical powers, conceived and recognized only by the 
prophet of the Class of '19, to Forest Fulton, and hope that said 
powers may help him in his proposed study of the ministry, and 
secure for him at least one congregation. 

Item 2: I, Dorothy Clark, do hereby will and bequeath my 
desk on the back row with its splendid view into the "Y. M. C. A." 
to Nancy Stockton. 

Item 3 : I, Asbury Vaughn, being of sound health and mind, 
do hereby will and bequeath to J. A. Vance, my knowledge of Math, 
knowing that he is in great need of such. 

Item 4: I, Nell Clingman, being in a generous frame of 
mind, do hereby will and bequeath to my successor, the prophetess 
of 1920, the privilege of writing over the prophecy six or eight 
times. I sincerely hope that she, profiting by my example, may 
perpetuate the good work so that generations to come may enjoy 
the same privilege. 

Item 5 : We, Katharine Montgomery and Lillian Wall, do 
hereby bequeath to the "fortunate" Senior Cooking Class of next 
year, the great "honor" and "privilege" of scrubbing all the desks 
and boards twice a week, and washing up all the pots and pans 
that have chanced to accumulate during the week. 

Item 6: I, Bernice White, will and bequeath my great ability 
to revise "Virgil" to Helen Murchison. 

Item 7 : I, Ruby Sapp, do hereby will and bequeath my ease 
and fluency in speaking, to Nettie Allen Thomas, hoping that she 
will use the same with great advantage to herself, in her Senior year. 

Item 8: I, Ralph Spaugh, being in a benevolent frame of 
mind, do hereby will and bequeath my ability to translate Virgil, 
to Charles Siewers, believing him to be in need of it. 


Item 9: I, Lillian Needham, being of a generous nature, 
do hereby will and bequeath to my beloved friend, Forrest Peddy- 
cord, my abundant supply of "freckles." She need not worry about 
depriving me of them, as I know where to get plenty more. 

Item 10: I, Mozelle Culler, do hereby will and bequeath to 
Lois Moon, the art of using the hands to emphasize what she says 
and does. 

Item 11: I, Gladys Pfaff, do hereby will and bequeath to 
Hollis Pfaff, my Virgil, realizing her love for the same. 

Item 12: I, Nellie Sharpe, do hereby will and bequeath my 
honored desk in the Domestic Science class, from which I have re- 
ceived so many pleasant periods in scrubbing to Lydia Yingling, 
hoping that she will have as much and more pleasure in performing 
the enjoyable task than I. 

Item 13: I, Leah Willis, do hereby will and bequeath to 
Nettie Allen Thomas my powerful voice and eloquence of expression, 
since she is in such need of both. 

Item 14: I, Eunice Grubbs, do hereby will and bequeath to 
Ava Taylor Guyor my ability to translate Latin and to work 

Item 15: I, Mary Cook, do hereby will and bequeath my 
great height to Bernice Poindexter, hoping that by the time she 
becomes a Senior she will be as graceful as I am. 

Item 16: I, Agatha McCorkle, do hereby will and bequeath 
my "Senior Dignity" to John Fries Blair, feeling that he is in need 
of same. 

Item 17: I, Ruth Houchins, do hereby will and bequeath to 
Fritz Crute my beloved office as President of "Ignorance Row." 

Item 18: I, Alva Goswick, do hereby will and bequeath to 
Lilly Mae Crotts my ability to "Holler." 

Item 19: I, Hoy Hokhouser, hereby will and bequeath to 
Fred Romig, my desk and all the contents thereof, knowing that 
such an act will meet his highe:t approval and at the same time 
save him needless expense. 

Item 20: I, Mildred Beck, do hereby will and bequeath my 
"superfluous averdupois" to Pauline Turner, realizing that she is 
very much in need of it. 


Item 2!: I, Helen Henley, do hereby will and bequeath to 
Nettie Allen Thomas, some good, common sense. 

Item 22: I, Marvis Burchette, do hereby will and bequeath 
my renowned ability to giggle to a most honored Junior, Sarah 

Item 23: I, F. Earl Beaudry, do hereby will and bequeath 
to future Seniors of the Cherry Street High School, my "Graduat- 
ing Brief." 

Item 24: We, the Seniors of the High School, do hereby 
leave our good wishes to the entire school and faculty. Lastly, 
we do hereby appoint Miss Mary C. Wiley as our lawful executrix, 
to carry out this will in every respect. In witness whereof, we 
the said Senior Class, do hereunto set our hands and seals this 
6th day of June, A. D., 1919. 

Senior Class (Seal.) 

3JuHt for 3Ftm 

Wanted — To know what W. M. asked A. G. to make her 
answer, "I love vou." 

Wanted— To know what Nell C. means by asking each boy 
separately, if he wants to marry. 

Why is Hoy like the sun at dawn? 
Because he blushes rosy red when he rises. 

Wanted — Some one to recommend a good flesh reducer. Any 
advice will be appreciated. Ishnee R. 

Rolling upon a blanket placed on the floor is excellent. I 
speak from experience. A. M. 

Wanted — Blue eyes, red hair and freckles. Lillian W. 

Wonderful Discovery: After so many years we have another 
Virgil in the form of Bernice White. Woe unto the coming chil- 
dren that will have to study Latin. How thankful I am that I 
will soon finish. 


Miss Mary to 11th Grade: Class, look this up in the Bible 
some day, between now and tomorrow. 

Clarence B. to dignified Senior: "Hey, Buck, who pitches for 
the League of Nations?" 

Helen — "Alva, what is your favorite characteristic?' 
Alva — "Buck-some." 

Ralph — "Asbury, what is your favorite flower?' 
Asbury— "(R) Ambler." 

Now handsome Ralph Spaugh, just listen my dears, 

Is very bashful and shy ; 
When he speaks to a girl he says "Hello" 

And then he says "Good-by". 

Dear little Buck, 
Now don't you cry, 
You'll learn Latin 
Bye — and — Bye. 

Mr. Lee to Hoy H. — "Hoy, who's your girl?" 
Hoy — "I don't know, I haven't found one good looking enough 

Wanted — A cat to catch Katherine's rat. 

Wanted — To know why, when the window is raised, Viola is 

Why is Nellie like a razor? Because she is Sharp. 

Wanted — Some curling irons for Jean Roddick. 

Wanted — To get slim — any way except by dieting. Apply to 
A. M. today. 


Found — Rats in Lucile's head! 

If Mary Cook — ed Grubb (s) would Lillian Need-ham? 

Is it Poe or Vaughan, who is Alva's favorite poet? 

Miss Miller, "Why Goodness! If we knew the principles well 
enough to do them so accurately, there would be no use to study. 
If we knew them as well as four 5's are 20 and two 3's are 5 — 

But she was interrupted by laughter. 

Wanted — To know how Hoy obtains his brilliant color and 
Bruce his curls. 

Wanted — To know why Lucile left the Junior-Senior Reception 
so soon. 

Wanted — To be cute. Mavis Burchette. 

For Sale — One Henley Talking Machine. Seniors. 

For Sale — One bunch of strings, slightly worn but guaranteed 
to get the girls. Asbury Vaughn.