Mary Washington College - Battlefield Yearbook (Fredericksburg, VA)

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Alma Mater Class ' 14 CATHARINE ELIZABETH WARE Tappahannock, Virginia It is reported that Catharine lives on the water and is able to like everything that comes out of it — even sailors. Her purpose in life is to write poetry, and, when she hasn ' t a weak spell, she has been known to write delightful love ballads to Mrs. Chandler. The Class expects soon to receive an autograph copy of her first Book of Song, bound in Orange and Brown. Chairman Intercollegiate Com- mittee Y. W. C. A.; Vice-President Happy Dozen Club ; Russell Literary Society ; Down-the-River Club; Glee Club; Old Mother Hubbard in Mother Goose Club; Krokay Klub; Class Poet. 1914; Shaw- ondassa Camp Fire. Dear AJma Mater! Class ' 14, Can we forget this lovely scene? Our hearts are throbbing with delight! This is our Graduating Night! Before the Future ' s door thrown wide. Ere we into the unknown glide, To all dear friends we love so true — We come to bid farewell to you. Teachers and friends we leave behind. Whose patient help was ever kind. To them we sincerely wish to prove In words of praise our gratitude. Our hearts with joy and hope beat high! But ah! with sadness as the time goes by For ere this happy scene is thru, Wc bid farewell to you. Upon the past our memory falls — Of lessons learned within these walls. The duties that wc did not shun. Of battles fought and victories won. And now that future duties call In great things, and alike in small. We ' ll ever strive to do our best And not upon these laurels rest. As wc go forth the world to face With brave d esire to win the race. If high ideals we aim to teach We ' ll strive to Practice what we preach. ' Our aim in life is to aspire For something grander, ever higher. To ourselves be always true. And face misfortune bravely, too. And when we hear the last roll-call By Piim who marfcsthe sparrow ' s fall — When all life ' s lessons have been learned. May not our efforts then be spurned; But may the Teacher say in love With tender mercy from above: Come higher, good and faithful few; Receive the prize that ' s saved for you. Catharine E. Ware.

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Remembrances of 1912-13-14 XMAGINE my feelings when I found that I had been elected Class Historian! The bigness of the task almost drove me frantic, but I put on a bold front and just listened while my classmates talked. This is what I heard : Do you remember getting classified that first year? The horrors we went through having our voices tested makes me shudder now. Then, add to that writing letters to Miss Dadmun, telling her all about ourselves and how much we knew! All that ' s bad enough, said another voice, and it makes me want to drink of the waters of f orgetfulness ; but you all know it doesn ' t compare with those indescribablj homesick times when we used to sit on the hill-side and cry. Nannie Waller was about the only one who was always cheerful. It was evidently too much for Sarah Temple Segar, for she had to go home, and came back next vear to be a member of the class of ' 14 instead of ' 13, which was fortunate for us. I can ' t see anything funny in that. Pray tell us what you are giggling about. Oh, I was j ust thinking of how queer Russell Hall looked that first fall, with one-half of the building boarded up, and the auditorium, gym, post-office and library unknown quantities. I can just see Miss Dadmun and Mr. Hamlet trying to pour the principles of English and Chemistry into our heads against the noise of the gravel grinder and the carpenter ' s hammer. Then the exciting times we had choosing the school colors, and after they had been selected, taking Orange and Brown for our own Class Colors. That reminds me of the election of our first officers — Mary Snead, President; Mary W. Johnson, Vice-Presi- dent; Louise Lewis, Secretary and Susie I ewis, Treasurer; and our Honorary Members, Dr. Humphreys and Miss Hinman. One hitherto silent member suddenly jiimped up. with a glowing countenance, and on being asked of what she was thinking, said; Why, of our athletic glories! With thrills of excitement we all thought of that first Field Day, of the beautiful Trophy Cup, and of how we had worked to get the thirty-five dollars to buy it. The stillness 27