Tennessee Wesleyan College - Nocatula Yearbook (Athens, TN)

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A PROPHECY Fifty Years Afterwards Do slow down. Jim! The old rheumatics have got me again today and I can ' t make it as fast as you do with those long strides of yours. Of all days — our golden wedding day! But such is life and I ' ll forget it. Let ' s be happy. Fifty years — think of it — look what they ' ve done to poor old Gus Riddle. Rheu- matics — wrinkles — old age. Jimmy, darling, the old girl ' s not what she used to be, but you — you haven ' t changed a bit. We ' re dignified, perhaps, but still that same manly, vigorous, over-grown boy who gave me his heart in days gone by. How did you ever think of coming here to celebrate ! — Coming back to the dear old Alma Mater! Remember that arch? That ' s where you first told me Jimmy — but I ' ve been getting romantic. Nineteen fourteen, let me see — sixty-eight years ago. That was even before we were here. Remember the old gang that used to hang around the arch? It used to be a regular smoke-house! I can almost see Jim- mie Wilson and Eb and Lackey and Frank. How times change! Come on, Gus, my dear. Take my arm and I ' ll get you up the steps. Sure it ' s hard on an old lady, but you can make it. Easy does it! Easy does it! Just one more — now we ' re up. Feels like home again, but look! — It doesn ' t look like home. What ' s happened to the audi- torium? Has it shrunk? — Or am I ' seeing little? ' No, Jim, It ' s only that our ideas have grown and things seem different. Shut your eyes and look and listen. Hear the bell? Can ' t you just see the old gang coming out of chapel? Think how we used to wonder what would become of them, and think what has be- come of them! There comes Charlie in front of them all as usual. Oh, by the way, Jim, we must go see him. He ' s living in Bishop Cook ' s old home, a retired bishop himself. (Wonder if I can get up the hill though!) I see Ollie Mae — with him, of course; she ' s been with him now for 50 years ! And there ' s my old room mate. Stivers, with his foghorn — must have played in chapel. Where do you suppose the old boy is now? There ' s Sam waiting for Vivian. He was al- ways waiting — even had to wait at the wedding, I ' ve heard. But he got her. He was lucky, too, for she ' s had a marvelous career and has made millions with her violin cello, he never did a thing! I even see you and me, Gus — but we ' ve dreamed long enough. Let ' s go see places. Here we are at the fountain and — did I ever! — it ' s the same old fountain with the same old initials. ' P. C — Pee Wee Crowd- er, the world ' s foremost physical culturist who expired in a hand-to-hand combat with Sadie Lacey. ' E. H. ' and ' S. B. F. ' in a heart! — And to think that Sara Bell killed herself because of Earl Henry ' s indifference. ' Jo-An ' — poor John. Disillusioned and cynical over his fail- ures in love, he fled to the Kongo region to search for happiness with some Zula princess. He never was heard of again and here ' s an- other, ' N. E. ' — who was that? Neal Ensminger — what happened to Neal, Honey Gus? I remember. He ' s the fellow who flew up to Mars to debate the War God on the dis- armament question. Was he successful, Gus? Nobody ever knew what happened. What ' s the matter darling? You look dis- turbed. Oh— ' E. L. W. ' — Elbert L. Wilson, But honey, it wasn ' t your fault that he took poison when you accepted me. Let ' s leave this Fountain of Tragedies — It ' s enough to curdle one ' s blood ! Banfield steps always were the bore of your life, dear, but take my arm again. Remember the old society balls and the parties ? But, Jimmy, you ' re looking disturbed, yourself. Oh — I remember — those readings that Mary Lena used to give. But you couldn ' t have expected such a talented citizen to sacri- fice her career for matrimony. No, of course not. Gee, we made whoopee at all the parties here. All those kids — Mary Grant, Nell Stout, Henry Butt, Charles War- ren, Ruth Martin, Charlene Keys, Pistol Cam- eron, Vivian Lyons and Ruth Crocker singing at the piano, and Gene Rogers with his guitar and yodel. (I suppose he ' s a Swiss mountain climber now.) But let ' s go down; the place haunts me. Ye Gods! Who is that babbling down the walk? It looks like the ghost of President Robb., but — it ' s Windy Stivers and he ' s all excited. Petty days are here again! Jim and Gus! Just the same old kids. Where did you drop from? And listen. I have news. Do you remember little Honey and Red Brown? They ' ve wired me to come and address their orphans — you know they founded an orphanage, Honsucker to live up to his name. Dad and Jo thought he might give the young- sters instructions in tennis — and I ' ll take you with me, if you ' ll go! Page Two

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21091 Junior Class CLASS OFFICERS ., , ,. T T T i,„ffo,. Vice President— Sam Adkins President— Charlie D. Mehaltey Secretary and Treasurer — Ruby Hart Representative to Student Council-Gussie Rose Riddle and Mary Ella Swanay Sergeant-at-Arms— Herman Rogerson =2-3 ' ' ' = ' EDITORIAL STAFF Editor in Chief John Earl Sims Associate Editor Helen McCay ASSISTANTS Mildred Armstrong Helen Lee Bill Harrill Winthrop Stivers Elbert L. Wilson Earl Henry Grace Taylor Gussie Rose Riddle Neal Ensminger Sam Adkins Marion Pryor Ruby Hart Lillie Cannon Holbart Wright I

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•-»-•«-»«-»-» Say, Stivers, what part do you play around here, anyway? You seem to be the boss. Well, James, I got such a kick out of run- ning the school when I was here that I de- cided to stay and finish the job. I ' m the presi- dent. Come down to chapel and I ' ll show you the grandchildren of your old classmates. Listen, Stivers and Gus — united we stand, divided we sprawl — so let ' s help each other up the steps! It seems funny to be on the stage and not at that pop-eyed piano. Stivers, old roomy, who is that distin- guished young fellow in the second row? He ' s a perfect John Gilbert. His grandfather was a John Gilbert. Do I have to say more than — Ju-Jo? He ' s now a very wealthy southern planter. And there ' s the granddaughter of Helen Barnard, who has, without a doubt, inherited all of her famous scientist-grandmother ' s chemical knowledge. And Slim Rogerson, that noted diplomat, even proved loyal by sending his grandniece. Oh, our students have been true, all right! Here are the teachers. The years make a difference, but the trustees are kind and we are still to- gether. Those two old patriarchs coming in now are Miss Prior and Dean Harrell. And there is Rilter Homer Matron. She ' s totally deaf and practically blind, but Helen Lee never would give up. That sweet old lady in the corner is the Senior class sponsor, little Miss Armstrong, who has taken the place of the ' Nona ' you used to know. Now I ' ll get up and introduce you. (Oh, my back!) My children, you knov that friends of this university are always welcome and today two of our very oldest friends honor us on a very unique oc- casion — their golden wedding anniversary. Fifty-one years ago these two were students here like you. Let me introduce their E.xcel- lencies. President and Mrs. James Cultz, Presi- dent and First Lady of the United States of America! JUNIORS IN ATHLETICS 1929-30 It can be truthfully said that the Junior class of Wesleyan did more than their share in furnishing the material that gave Coach Haynes the successful year that he has had; both in football and basketball. Coach Haynes had few letter men in foot- ball to form even a semblance of a team for the past season. Coach asked our support. Look us over, and see if we gave it to him. There were Vic Halback, quarterback, and Eb Wilson, halfback. These two stars gained a merited reputation in the back field. Other varsity men were: Powell, Toxie, Murphey and Culvahouse in the backfield, and Pyle, tackle; Nardo, guard; Wright and Sims at ends, and Sexton at tackle. When basketball season arrived, only one letter man appeared with it. Coach again appealed to us for help. We answered the call with these men: Wasson and Mullins at guard; Pyle at center; and Wright at forward. If you have seen these men at work on the hardwood floor, you will know we have reason for hand- ing ourselves flowers . Out of the nine players on the girls ' team, six were placed from the Junior class. These were: Foster, Finnill, Crowder, Swaney, Hol- brook and Fritts. When you have glanced over the names of these girls, think of each one individually. When you Tiave done this, then you have dis- covered the secret of Coach Templeton ' s suc- cessful season in basketball. IT SEEMS TO ME Neal Ensminger That Wesleyan surely is for the 18th Amendment. Even the fountain at Banfield is bone dry ! That nothing is as bad as it appears to be; if it were, Frank Kokely would be a Jesse James. That we need a landscape gardener; look what Ray Whaley did to the campus at Bennett. That it is a wonder Prof. Douglas is on our faculty; how did he manage to ever leave Kansas? That posted signs and placards do not mean a thing; one in the library says Silence . That students do not break social rules: we only violate restrictions. That school spirit must be a wonderful thing from what we hear of it. Let ' s hope we find it. That our students could appreciate the Heavenly Chimes; we surely love bells. That some of our students should be world famous; they would if the world knew as much about them as they know about themselves. That the Student Council is a mysterious thing; it meets so often and has so many secrets. That a cover should be placed above the base of the flag pole; then we could love in the shade. That benches should be placed around on the campus; the steps at the arch would be passable then. That there is something beautiful about everything; listen at the voices of the glee club. That some heads on the campus could not hold all they know, well in fact they are swell- ing. Page Three