The Dawson news. (Dawson, Ga.) 1889-current, 1923-12-18
STUDENTS DESCRIBE
IDEAL HIGH SCHOOL
DAWSON PUPILS IMPROVE ON
WORK OF THE CELEBRAT
ED VISIONARY.

! Since Sir Thomas Moore startled
the world with his Utopia" there
have been thousands upon thousand,
who would have applied "Utopian'
ideas to the machinery of human ex-
istence. In Sir Thomas original com
position Utopia Is an island enjoyed
approximate perfection of laws and
politics.
Members OF the junior English
kclass OF the Dawson high school have
gone Sir Tom one better and have
written their ideas of an Utopian high
school. Two of these have been sub
mitted to The News and one follows:
The authors are Ella Mae Holdings
worth and r. B. Jennings. Both con-
tain remarkably original ideaS-Miss
HolllngsWorth's evinces decided
trend towards the ideal while the 9TH
er manifests a marked satiric tenden-
cy. Both are good, though others in
the class submitted manuscripts that
are about on par
The greater portion of the compo-
sitions tended to present a picture of
the Utopian school similar to Miss
HollingsWorths, according to Miss
Wilkerson, the English instructor
Miss HollingSworth's theme follows:
A High School in Utopia.
The colors were dazzling, wonder
full All the buildings seemed made of
transparent, crystal marble wit h
blending hues which changed at ev-
cry angle. The glide watched my
face with faint, uncommenting
amusement Why, this place was a
high school! But not plain, ordinary
commonplace one No indeed. The
walls were misty, shimmering cob
webs, drops of moisture in them shin
ing like diamonds. Yet, they were so
firm and strongi | was amazed.
Students moved down the corridors,
happy, contented and care-free. They
talked animatedly; nothing seemed
wrong. They actually enjoyed work!
Here was a new spirit, indeed, | fol
lowed them into a COOL light room.
1t was fairyland the desks looked
like crystallized grapefruit peel with
mirror tops. The blackboards were
not black at all, but wonderful glaz-
ed blue, and chalk left long silver
streaks across them The floor made
me long for ice skate. and the ceiling,
for a balloon to explore that mystic
region. Even the text books seemed
bound in polished plates of jewels. |
heard teachers voice, clear and mu-
steal, calling for classes. A bell tinkled,
lessons began smoothly, without dis
order There was perfect harmony, no
diccnr1 ~ t11jScad iacCpDc aud M iacL
of understanding.
In maze, l passed to other rooms;
the chapel which looked like a col
the balls reminded me of the brilliant
trees, the history, the library, the
swimming pool, and the skating rink.
One could see lemon and cream in
the very atmosphere o fthe tea room.
The whole thing seemed a mixture of
a warm, rosy fire, inspiring and cheer
full, and clear, frosty morning when
the sun turns the icicles into flashing
prisms.
We made our way back to the gate.
| was mystified and deeply impress
ed | wished all schools were like this
crystal globe AS we stood there it
seed to move as though it were float
ing. 1t was floating, merely hanging
in space
why, it's huge, full-blown soap
bubblew | cried
Exactly" replied the guide. IFS
Utopia-so simple and yet so unat-
table. See"
He touched the glistening walls
with a pin Pop 1t vanished and |
was alone in a COOL gentle rain