Tennessee Wesleyan College - Nocatula Yearbook (Athens, TN)

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STUDENT COUNCIL Johnson Townley President Cladys Parker Vice-President Chelsea Laws Secretary W . D. Johnston Treasurer MEMBERS Jessie Kelly Beulah Clayton Paul Terry J. P. Wyatt rmily Johnson Sue Beth Dennis Manson Green Charles Dye Leila Winecoft Myrtle Patterson J. Walden Tysinger

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HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF ' 29 It was spring and all the world was happy. The event called for just such a seascn as Spring. The class of ' 29 at old Wesleyan was making its final preparations to say adieu to the shaded walks, and whispering trees, and the soon- to- be-silent halls deprived of their laughter and the busy hum of students at work. Old Wesleyan had guarded the class ot ' 29 well; some had entered her portals as tiny acorns and grown to be mighty oaks that could stand the hardest win- ters and severest storms of life. But now in the Spring of ' 29 the time has come when friends must part, some to meet again, some maybe never to meet again. The last one has gone and as I stand on the bottom step in the archway, where I have so many tinv-s stood and watched the Seniors as they passed in and out the campus, I think of what the future holds for my comrade. ' ;; but breaking my reverie I myself take the last step and am no longer a student of Tennessee Wesleyan. Tempus fugit. A thousand years have elapsed and I, a dis- embodied apparition, cannot rest till I have found a history which seems to have been lost. It is the history of the class of ' 29. After a search over the mass of ruins of what was once the buildings of the college I was about to give up in vain; yet something caused me to search on. Day after day I toiled on in what seemed to me an endless search. The spirit of Professor Fisher was laughing sarcastically at my end- less search for this bit of truth and I was growing weary; my spirit was bent and heavily burdened, but I stumbled on in hope — over the huge stones and masses of bricks and steel. Book after book I found do, here was Tom Cash ' s long lost Economics which nearly drove him mad way back in the Spring of ' 29 ' and here was Miss Johnson ' s cracked stove with a bale of hay wire merrily defying the efforts of time to render this warm-hearted friend of the students apart. And here is a record of love ' s coming to life after a winter of hiber- nation. It was a balmy Spring, that March of ' 29. Vally should have been more careful. Kemp told her to burn his notes. I thought perhaps that this valuable docu- ment might have been stolen by Mrs. Hammontree and that she had tucked it away in her laboratory. But the day was over and my spirit returned ten minutes late for the first period class the next morning.refreshed for a hard day ' s search. As the sun was casting its oblique beams on my weary back I had nearly given up hope. All day I had been searching amidst bones of innumerable dissected frogs, when I came to a mass of unclassified bones, fish, frogs, grasshop- pers, snakes and other denizens of the biology laboratory. This was my last search. I scattered bones helter skelter and there was the precious history, the last issue of the Nocatula, and now my spirit could rest in quiet contemplation of this valuable record. The eld North State has contributed its part of the stalwart sons of this class. When I read the names of Howard Den- nis. Tom Cash and J. Walden Tysinger, a picture came to me MISS JESSIE JOHNSON Class Sponsor of Howard Dennis whispering chapel announcement in lieu of Dean Miller; Tom Cash with a pencil and paper in his hand at the basketball games, and Tysinger preaching hell out of his congregation of sinners. Lo, here is a lone son of Pennsylvania! Roxy dragging his heavy heels up to Miss Moffitt ' s piano to frighten out of it one of the immortal compositions of his beloved Chopin. The old Dominion state contributed to the class roll, dig- nified and studious May Long, who helped Mrs. Stone keep her sheep in the fold. Yes, and how in the world did Howard Guthrie get way up here from Florida? But that ' s just another of Nature ' s phenomena. Howard and his cornet are always blowing around. Ha. bright eyes from Alabama flash at me. Shades of Bir- mingham envelop me and I grow dizzy in the memory there- of. I see Bill as if yesterday, and such a lot of feminine loveliness in one personality is hardly believable. Windswept Kansas also contributed, and we find the ever mischievous Paul Terry here before us in black and white. Yes, he was playing the villain in - ' A Corner of the Campus . And if I re- member rightly he was playing the he- ro in another corner of the Campus. We think that this little paly will prob- ably end in a fade out at Cullman, Ala., with Gladys Parker. Tennessee as characteristic has vol- unteered many of her sons and daugh- ters. Here is Chatter Laws on the fla? head of the issue. Well. I remember Chatter and her full lipped smile. She could write, talk and was she mischiev- ous? — here, Mrs. Cummings, you take the witness stand. Townley, what can we say about him Let us quote his lugubrious roommate. Doc : Johnson has more ideas than anybody I have ever seen. One weeK he plays the sax and the next the clari- net. His versatility included more than dabbling in music. Classes, music, plays, literary societies, debating, and Chatter were all in the day ' s work for him. And Doc Phillips, his roommate, always found amidst bottles labeled poison, and always doctoring somebody for something they didn ' t have. Fred Whitehead and his roommate, Frank Sexton, cannot escape the searching eye of the historian. Fred ' s abil-ty as an athlete was only topped by his ability as a student. As a lover we refer you to Jim Lee for he does not love before crowds as he plays. Frank, known as Crip , was noted for his intricate discussions in Economics and his attention to Doctor Brock ' s daughter. The Jenkins ' s Sweeney and his uncle, Hicks, also roomies. Hicks felt like he owned the place by right of the Homestead Laws; if he had just stayed another year Dean would have given him the deed. Sweeney was the boy who was a mem- ber of everything. Literary society member, chemistry stu- dent, cum laude. hash slinger at Mack ' s and one of these mysterious Pi Phi Pi ' s who never met before 11 o ' clock. (Continued on Page 25)

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SENIOR CLASS PROPHECY The Oriental Skies! Far-famed and far-sung; over-reach- ing every poet land of mystery and drama. Heeding its woo- ing whisper we are enabled to learn a little of the infinite and to solve a little the secrets which the blue depths well know but have heretofore pitingly withheld. We leave the prac- tical world behind, while our imaginations wing themselves on languid, listless winds which know not cloud nor storm save as recollection past. Just a year ago, in the good year nineteen hundred thirty- nine, we chanced to be in Chinese waters. (The purpose of the trip is being withheld as it has not reached its fullest de - velopment yet). A curious experience was experienced here, one might say, which will be set down here at no short length. On the wharf at Shanghai we saw an old man — he seemed old — sitting and talking and smoking. His small beady eyes seemed familiar, and as we could readily see that he was not an Oriental, we inquired. He was, we dis- covered in the process of our question- ing. Tom Cash. He sat on the wharf for hours at a time smoking his pipe and expounding Epicurus et cetera to the wharf workers and the coolies. Th? sight of him bruoght back memories to us of our class of twenty-nine at Wes- leyan. We fell to making conjectures as to what the other members of the class were doing. While in this frame of mind, we were led to an ale house, where, coming into contact with the baleful influence of opium fumes et cetera, one member of the group fell ii tc a stupor — no, he didn ' t get drunk — and had a nightmare — what else couid it have been? — and the whereabouts oi every member of the twenty-nine class were revealed to him. The ones whicn he remembered will be set down here to satisfy the curiosity of other mem- bers of the class. We have it as fol- lows: Johnson Townley, when sober, acts in official capacity as director of the Townley School of Dramatics. He is author also of several popular songs. Lee Elbridge Rothroek writes the music. Among them, the most recent is, I don ' t know who kissed you first, but I ' ve kissed you last. Roth- rock teaches music and typing in some high school. Amcng those who are educating themselves off the rising generation (of course they ' re teachers) are Eula Barker; Pansy Thomas; Beulah Clayton who teaches dancing; Jessie Kelley; Frank Sexton, who married a school madam and thus get himself involved in the profession; Young Querry, who teaches Chemistry; Creed Mantooth, who teaches Span- ish to the ninos de Espana; Catherine Walker, who teaches Art; Latham, who is the county superintendent of public instruction somewhere; and Frank Perry, who is principal of a colored school in southern Alabama. May Long and Annabelle Skillern (People may talk about the Prince of Wales but it cannot be denied that we have PRESIDENT JAMES L. ROBB. Tennessee Wesleyan College the Princess of Whale, I mean Wales.) have gone into busi- ness for themselves. They pose for before and after pictures for a reducing tonic. After Marie Rogers and Catherine Lane got into opera a year or two ago, New York closed its opera houses to pro- tect the public. Who blames them? Marie is now singing Dutch operas in Siberia; Catherine is singing Italian operas in Argentina. Myrtle Patterson is on the Pacific Coast waiting for ships which seem never to come in. But occasionally they do come in; then Glory be. she makes whoopee! Howard Dennis is directing a glee club in some university. He says that he only needs twenty-five or nineteen good tenors and twenty-seven or ten good basses to have a good club. Lura Cook recently lost a match in tennis to the contender for the cham- pionship. Did she feel like thirty cents? Absolutely not! She couldn ' t possibly feel like less than sixty cents! Rat Ray is a tailor. Yes. you ' re right! He makes clothing. Ghormley and Tysinger are serving their ideals in the Church. Ghormley fills an excellent pastorate. He fills the door, too when he passes through, and he fills a rather large body when he feeds his face. Tysinger is another chicken-eating preacher. Hicks Jenkins has been in the state penitentiary for a year. Oh. no! What a cruel thought! He isn ' t a prisoner. He is the chaplain. He likes to visit his nephew, Eugene, who is a tooth me- chanic, Eugene pulls a mean molar — if one allows him to do so. Ruby Bailey is following in the foot- steps of Aimee Semple McPherson. Rather broad steps they are, but then Ruby has rather large abilities. Fuzzy Green tried a season as Clown with Ringling Bros., but failed and has gone into a less re- sponsible position — football coaching. Whitehead started to take the examination for the Rhodes Scholarship, but when he asked to see Mr. Rhodes, he was dismissed as incompetent. He says that he is going to get tliat scholarship if he has to go see Mr. Rhodes personally. When he does that he will be wearing feathered attachments to his shoulders or asbestos trousers. Wilsie Wilder is married — this prophecy includes two se- niors — and he stays out late at night — running a moving pic- ture projector. Lucille Keys awaits anxiously the close of every baseball season. Her man plays with St. Louis, in which village they live. Katie Peterson discovered the trigonometric functions of r mousetrap and now lives off the fat of the land. No, she didn ' t marry a butcher. She patented a mouse-trap with a self loader, an automatic ejector, and balloon tires. (Continued on Page 29)