Pikeville College - Highlander Yearbook (Pikeville, KY)

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Page Fourteen T H E R E C O R D PICTURES OF DESTINY Un the great mountain of life there was a mag- nificent storml. Lightning flashed, trees crashed, and a great deluge poured down the ravines and finally flowed into a foaming torrent at the foot of the mountain. But the wind dashed now only the trees, making them groan and shudder, and the water now' only staked the moss and roared against the rock: but both great phases of nature imprisoned an aerial figure in their powerful arms and bore it along amid the outbursts of the storml's passion and finally in a glare of ficrce, white light- ning set it down. at the entrance of a huge cave. Yes, it was the night of May 332, 12125, and the phantom-like figure which rode the wind and glorittl in the wildness and freedom of the storm was none other than the spirit of the class of And the cares-that was the long winding care of life with its crooks and turns. lnto it, with a leap, the spirit bounded, eager to see and learn, for it knew that on this night it would be shown the destiny of its members. And so it wandered on, running and stumbling, laughing and exulting, it loved beautiful pictures that met its gaze or shuddcring as the way grew' dark and fearsome, Finally a bright light gleamed far ahead in the dusky shadows and with eager steps it ran toward it. And what did it see? Mother Time, an old. old, wrinkled woman scarred by the marks of years was brewing a steaming broth of Destiny in the Caldron. of experience. She was chanting a weird S0'l'lg, as witches usually do. But Mother Time was only the background of the. spirit's in- terest. From the mysterious broth vapor was winding up ini long coils and spreading out, forme ing a misty, bluish panels on which were living pictures of what is to be in they lines of individ- uals. Tho spirit of the class of '25 crouched in a shadow nearby and watched as picture after pic- ture unfolded. It was eager, expectant and even trembling, for it is rather gruesome when you see mirrored' your own destiny. Suddenly, as the spirit looked, a bright light shone. on. a gaudy crowd of people and a stage of one of New York's massive theaters. And then wonders! A tall, airy figure, half walking, half floating, glided out o-nl the stage as the! leader of a line -of chorusl girls. The spirit stared, for it was none other than Kelsa-the frivolous little girl who once floated about P. C. A. The picture faded just as Kelsa bowed grace-fullly to the ap- plauding audience. And there came into the mist a blue haze, out off which there grew into shape a rugged canyon, and stretching away from it, the great desert burned and sparkled in the midday sun. As from the clouds on the hcrizon, there flashed a broncho andl rider. They approached with the swiftness and grace that marked the rider's skill on the ranch.. One could not mistake the fact that the rider was a girl. Suddenly she turned and showed her tan face clearly, and the spirit groaned ini dismay-it was Ruth Harmon, our Fritz.'i The glow of the desert faded into walled room filled with desks, and from children sneaked or grinned. Behind the teachers desk there was a tall, dignified, stern-faced woman of perhaps fifty years. VVondering, the spirit looked closely-it was Madeline, an old maid school teacher. The spirit thoughtf W'hat nextf' Slowly the school roomy faded. There flashed a. huge' auditorium filled with sophisticated men and' women of the political world, They were being swayed and held by the speaker on the platform. who plead eloquently. The scene closed with the audience wildly applanding, and the modest speaker slipped hurriedly out to the curb and entertd a beautiful limousine. The spirit felt envious about this occurrence and pressed more closely to see the occupant of the car. He saw and was startled -for it was Marion. Marion, a political speaker -and her chauffeur was Arnold. Next came a peculiar scene, animals trotted 9. gray- them about, and more conspicuous than the rest was at cage of young Possums. Presently a woman came around and gave them loving pats. Then the spirit knew, fer these words flashed bel rw' the picture- Keeper of the Zoot and her Pets --it was Laura. As the spirit looked Laura, faded and the pos- sums seemed to grow taller and merge into an indistinct figure. Slowly there grew into concrete- ness a, dignified woma.n with large' shell-rimmed spectacles, and the spirit knew this type of human- ity to be a college matron, and under the gray' hairs and specs he recognized the features of Dolly. A train burst across the scene and a hqure in tattered overalls and a slouch hat clung to it. The train stopped, the hobo drew the red handkerchief from his neck and snatched his hat off. Could he have done it, the spirit would have screamed-for' it was Durie. Then came: a barbarioush scene. It was at com- bination Beauty Parlor and Barber Shop. The spirit looked close-ly and knew the woman, who was cutting a frowning woman's hair, was our peaceful Bess, and the girl who polished an old man's nails and at the same time giggled hilariously' was Melster. Oh! the spirit moaned. dot none of my members have artistic ttmperaments? ' Then, as in answer to his thoughts, there flashed acioss the panel a beautiful music studio. Among the crowd which sat entranced, the spirit recog- nized some of the greatest musicians in the world. At the piano was a fair woman, who caused a world of m-usic to burst from the keys. The music ended-a tall. broad.-shoullderccl man arose--with one accord the artists cried- a, song, a song. VVith a smile and a bow and showing no embar- rassment. one of the world's greatest singers poured'

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T H E R E C O R D Page Thirteen CLASS HISTORY 0F '25 ln September, IQ2I, forty-live young boys and girls entered Pikeville College as Freshmen. They knew not, and they knew that they knew not, but were willing to learn all that the illustrious faculty should put before them. 'We were a distinctive class that year, as most Freshmen are, but one reason for the attraction to the class was Aunt Eppief' the best-natured fat person with whom we have ever come in contact. The class we liked to attend was llotany, where we fathomed the mystery of plants and the usquarsh. seed, under Mr. Magee. The first of our class to leave us was Sydia Coleman, who changed her name to Runyon. A goodly number of Freshies became tSophs and started the second year of our High-School course. XY'e had learned through the experience of our first year that it pays to study. A number of girls started to learn the art of sewing under the direc- tion of Miss Jean Nash. By the end of our Sophomore year we could sew very nicely. lt was in the Year the Model Cottage was opened, and the girls of our class had the honor of cleaning part of the cottage and washing all of the dishies. We also welcomed two new arrivals to our class this year, one, Miss Blanche Foglesong. who came to us from the frozen North, or the 'State of Wfashingtong the other, Mr. Denzil Lester, from Columbus, Ohio, who in all respects seemed a model boy. ln this year our class lost four more in the cause of matrimony-Miss Zella Martin, Miss Co-ra Mims, Miss Truda NVilliams, and M r. Alfred Sowards. Everyone felt that you get out of a thing just what you put in it, when we began our third year as juniors. We braved Geom- etry. Cicero and American Literature, and most of us came up smiling. Each one knew that he must accomplish something this year, and the faculty soon became accustomed to the sight of us studying. ln the course of the year we presented to the town tive numbers of entertainments, one of which was C'inderilla: or, The Glass Slipper, a sparkling operetta, given by the class. lt was a success, and the memory of it will stay with us all for the years to come. Another feature of the year was the ban- quet we gave to the Seniors. lt was given in the church, which was prettily decorated, and a faultless menu was served. ln our -lunior year and the summer that followed we lost through matrimony three of our classmates. Margaret 'Cornett became Mrs. ,lack Hatcher, and Zenobia VVood married her classmate, Elster Smith. ln the fourth year we welcomed to our class E-verett Sloan, from Stanton. Durie Hlanton, Bess. Trivette and lva Roberts are also newcomers to our class this year. As the fourth and last year of our leligh-School course opened by our say- ing among ourselves, 'Tl can't imagine l am a Senior, Doesn't it feel funny? I can't believe it's true, but it was true, and now that our Senior year is coming to a close, we realize that the happy days and years that are passed can not be recalled. tW'le really believe we are Seniors now, although we may not look as dignified as some of the classes. that have preceded us. The Seniors, in leaving, wish to the under- classes the happiness and fun that we have had in our High-School course, and may we all he loyal Alumni of Dear Old Pikeville College!

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T H E R E C O R D Page Fifteen his soul in wonderful melody, wliile the girl at the piano accompanied him. The spirit gasped I--for it was Iva and Big Boy. Next came a scene in a. crowded crossing in Chicago, A Fish seller and undertaker were quar- reling because the big hearse had broken a wheel off the fish seller's wooden wagon. The quarrel became hotter and might have ended in blows had not a tall scowling policewoman rushed up to stop it. Then they all stared at each other in astonish- ment and laughed hila.riously, for the undertaker was Denzil, the fish seller was Jack, and the police- woman was Katherine. Then came a marriage scene-a dainty little bride in white' trailing robe and misty veil was marching to the altar and the spirit gazed into Serildas radiant face. He turned to look at the groom-he gasped-it was the world's heavyweight champion--in other words, Cecil. Then came a scene in a side street of a small town, The sign, Butcher Shop, glared from a dirty yerllowish house, and Bakery was painted on the window of a nearby and equally disreputable- looking structure. Next the butcher appeared in the door. About the same time the baker appeared in the door, admiring a loaf he had just taken from the oven. They looked at each other and the butcher greeted the baker thus: Hello, Frecklesf' and the reply came back thus: Hello, Lassie. Lastly came the picture wif a poor woman who bent over! a tub and rubbed away on soiled clothes while sucls dripped from her elbows and perspira- tion. ran in streams down her face. For a few minutes the woman worked, thenr lifted her flushed face and-it was Blanche, All grew dark-the old woman faded, the spirit Heated back out into the storm and disappeared into the blackness of the night. Q.l' .i1D FAREWELL TO HIGH SCHOOL lQiY SX D. Of all the sad things that can come to pass, Causing many heartaches, many tears, Is the fact that we are soon to part, And be separated for years and years. Yet thou hast been our friend, O Pikeville College, Thou hast brought us up aright. Thou hast trained our hands and heart To act with the best with might. A From thee we have learned many lessons, Though it came not through our books. They will follow us the whole world o'er, Through its byways and its nooks. 90 we come now in our last years, At thy feet to humbly kneel, And to ask for the blessing Upon our future life to sail. But as all must go, we say good-bye, Sounding like the doleful knellg It must come aus our meetings come, Fare thee well, l-'ikeville College, fare thee well.