Pfeiffer University - Chimes Yearbook (Misenheimer, NC)

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THE PAJACA Elsie Hicks Charles Kennedy Sarah Spratt T. O. Brunson Mr. Worth S. Moser Editor Business Manager Features Editor Sports Editor Adviser Of course we, the staff, feel that the 1944 PaJaCa is the best yet. but realizing that this might be a matter of personal opinion, we shall be content to say that we are reasonably sure that no former group has had to contend with more trying times. Shortage of materials, difficulty in securing ads, adverse criti- cisms, and many other drawbacks are some of the problems of this year ' s staff. The actual planning and making of a yearbook requires infinitely more work than is remotely imagined by the average person. We are grateful, however, for the cooperation and good will of this year ' s student body. If you like your book we shall be sufficiently compensated for our efforts. Page Twenty-eight

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FRESHMEN Walker Shelton Elizabeth Sifford Frankie Lee Sipe Peggy Sue Sloop Will Rose Smith Douglas Spong Alice Anne Stroud James Taylor Mary Frances Taylor Mary Ruth Thomasson Joe Thompson Martha Tickle Raymond Treece Dewey Culp Trent Marjorie Underwood Mary Ellen Underwood Satsuki Uyeno Mildred Venters Mattie Ellen Wagoner Alice Ohlyne Wall Mary Anna Walser Rosea Lee Warden Dorothy Warren Carol Whittaker Leila A. Wilkinson Mary Kathryn Williams Alvin Austin Wilson J. L. Wilson Louva Young

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THE TORCH SARAH SPRATT .... . Editor-in-Chief EMMA MARIE BRANDNER Associate Editor RACHEL CURLEE Business Manager GENE COBLE Campus Editor IRENE FOWLER Girls ' Sports Editor CLAUDE HAMRICK Boys ' Sports Editor MARIE WILSON . Features Editor T. O. BRUNSON Exchange Editor Joyce Cabe Pearl Kluttz Marie Owensby Ruth Kluttz . . Kay Imai Jane Rogers . Satsuki Uyeno Miss Maud Spencer Joke Editor Circulation Editor Assistant Circulation Editor Typists Adviser It was night. The crickets were singing with the violent calls of the bullfrogs: the moon had not risen. A dusty old tramp was treading wearily down the road, a cane in his hand tap. tap. tap. He looked confusedly to the right and left, so fatigued that he sat down. Now the curtain of black night fell. Thirst and hunger en- veloped the victim of poverty and he hung his head. Suddenly and miraculously he saw a flame in the distance the bright glow almost reflected in his eyes, warmed the discouraged heart and hastened the blistered feet toward the scarlet blaze. The flame was a burning torch near the crossroads of the tiny village. Nearby lived an old woman whom everyone called, Grandma Rose. who generously aided the suffering passerby. Here was good advice, medicine, and courage for the lowly. Here was the torch of love shedding its radiance to humanity. The monthly newspaper. The Torch, has radiated the warmth and fellowship of college life. The spiritual, social, mental, and physical development of each person has been integrated by this publication. It has been as a tiny wick in the lamp of knowledge uncovering con- cealed talents and fostering interest in journalism. The hungry spirit of intellectualism of each student has been fed perpetually by con- tributors to The Torch. A new understanding of college ideals, a boosting of morale, an awakening in college activities, and finally an aim of democracy has been brought about: that of the freedom of the press. It is the torch of the crossroads in college life: it brings joy, advice, news, humor, confidence, admiration, and love into our youthful spirits. Finally The Torch has induced loftier ambitions and fulfilled a command of God: Ye shall know the truth and the truth shall make you free. Page Twenty-nine