Appomattox State Agricultural School - Agricola Yearbook (Appomattox, VA)

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SAG R MA I heard the whirring sound of a dynamo, and saw Robert Beale, our electrician. He was following closely in the foot-steps of Thomas Edison, ex- perimenting incessantly with electricity and its applications. Then came Susie Booker. She had accomplished her long desire to be a Red Cross Nurse, and by her side, in one of the largest hospitals of France, was her most amiable companion, Doctor Thomas Turnes. Then to my surprise, whom should I see but a prime old bachelor, Roy Shotwell. He had always been popular among the fair sex, but to his sorrow had never found his '4Dream Girl. I next saw Lonnie Finch, who had won fame in the Athletic field, and was pitching ball for the Giants. Among my lucky friends, who had risen to dazzling heights of fame, was Kathleen Rucker. In the West was a magnificent amphitheater, and there Kathleen was singing her way into the hearts ofthousands of people. I-Ier favorite selection was Carry Me Back to Ole Virginnyf' where of course, she could catch more Bass. And Lo! There I stood amidst the oaks, and behold-the rustling of the leaves ceased and my fate remained untold. PRoPHETEss. IP. S.-The author of the above, at an early age, became famous for her novels and stories of romance, all of which suggestive of their origin, speak for great truths and high ideals.-ED1'roR.l

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QAG 14533, I then saw Elsie Payne, to which the following description may be applied: Eyes that are blue and smiles that bewitchf' She was an efficient gray-haired history teacher, impressing upon her pupils the importance of knowing all about Richelieu and Captain Smith. In a group, Thomas Caldwell, Guy Harris and Walker Thornhill made their appearance. No American Soldiers were as proud of responding to their Country's call as these three, for they were then fighting in the trenches of France, clisplaymg 'in them what was best. Next came Joe Inge. Yes, there he stood in the shoes of President Wilson, which he had long since laid aside. His face was serious and grave, and in his thought, the destiny of the mightiest nation on earth. Crying and sighing, came our aifectionate Annie Laurie Marshall for a divorce from Richard Caldwell, because she had found out that he was not a self-made man. I caught sight of the most wonderful city of Virginia, Hopewell, and in its midst were two of my classmates, Aubrey Webb, having risen to the position of principal of a High School, had associated with him in the enlightenment of the cosmopolitan population, Beulah St. John. Other familiar faces then rose out of the darkness and portrayed their paths of life. There came to my ears the sentiment of Lillian Evans, Happy Am I, from Care I'm Free, Why Arenlt They All Contented Like Me? Sweetly and lovingly, she lrightened the home of a young professor of Chatham Training School. I heard the favorite quotation of Julian Gills, Let not the creaking of shoes nor the rustling of silks betray thy poor heart to woman. He had closely followed his motto, for he was a bachelor and also an artist, studying intensively the Architecture of Greece. And he went from place to place, gathering relics of the Old Greek Art. With a cat purring on the hearth-rug, dozing by the fire-side sat an old maid-her hair screwed up in a tight little knot on the top of her head. Her, I recognized to be Macie Inge still living in Appomattox, 4'Still achieving, still pursuing. t'Learn to labor and to wait, brought to my mind the daily expression of George Martin 's face, and truly said, for he was the only member of our class engaged in active Christian service-being a. progressive Missionary, in China. 26

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Last Will and Testament of Class '18 We, now in sorrow, salute you with one last good-bye, that makes our hearts tender and remembering an old proverb, Overcome evil with good, we forget our little grievances we have held against each other, and bequeath to the following-with good intention and from a generous heart-the possessions of the Seniors of '18, To our persistent and never-tiring coach in H Paradise Lost, Professor Crawley, the fifty-page spelling essays of the Seniors of '18, may he secure the wanted information and profilt wpll thereby. In addition to this, our appreciation and gratitude for the many services renc erec us. To our patient teacher of Domestic Science, Miss Gold, the firm, Smith and Gold , may it live long a11d be popular among the students of the old A. S. A. S. To our English instructor, Miss Rollings, the student of Shakespeare, a Morocco-bound volume of his complete works with all quotations properly marked. To Miss Godwin, a cozy little bungalow, where in the twilight she may listen to the story of Moses. To Miss Foster, a knitting bag, in order that she may make sweaters for all name- sakes of General Ewell. To Miss Young, the story of Webb's romance. To Miss Thornton, the t'Chap's smiles as it has been reported, she is particularly fond of them. To Miss Willie Stanley, a little powder and paint. To Miss Eddie Hardy, absolutely nothing-for what does she need? To Miss Hubbard, the good luck of the North Wiiicl, that it may bring home her treasure. . To Miss Holland, a smokeless room. To Miss Kate Franklin, a sign board, to hang over the Piano keep your foot on the soft pedal. To Mr. Hamner, a glass eye, that will not flirt with all the fair sex of the A. S. A. S. Dormitory. To our President Monsieur Herman Bass, the song, 'They Go Wild, Simply Wilcl Over Me, as he is likened unto a magnet among the fair sex of the old A. S. A. S. To Julian Gills and Susie Booker the song: U The Sunshine of Your Smile. To Thomas Turnes and Miss Beulah St. John, who Seem to have been exchanging smiles, a smile that never dies. , To Lucile Caldwell, a box of writing paper that she may continue her correspondence to Mother UD-Zellers being private secretary. To Robert Beale and George Martin, the position as bootblacks, in the A. S. A. S. Dormitor . ToyLillian Evans, a diamond, as her other one has deserted her. To Macie Inge and Joe Inge, the happy trail leading to loveland, where in the twilight, she may hear him whisper, ' 'Maime Vous? for both are students of French. To Elsie Payne, the love of Smith -her favorite expression. To Kate O'Brien, who wears an Irish smile, the Irish Love Song , may she sing it well, with charming effect! 1 To Annie Laurie Marshall and Thomas Caldwell, the love and friendship of Nannie Harve . yTo Elliot Cheatham and Lonnie Finch, a deck of cards, and the song, I Am Afraid to Go Home in the Dark, as all sports like to go home in the moon tide. To Roy Shotwell, the sole right to drive a Chalmers car. To Guy Harris and Richard Caldwell, a bit of sunshine. To Walker Thornhill, a monkey to keep him company. To Lewis Vaughan, 'fthe spoiled child,7' a rattler to amuse the homesick lad. To Harry Shotwell, just a little advice-don't let her eyes fool you. Last, but not least, to Aubrey lVebb, the Young7' lady 's smile. And here's to the nice . Just a little advice: Little Juniors, Sophs and Rats Don't forget, look wise - All the old gloves and bats, This will your knowledge advertise. And to complete the mass, TESTATOR. 28