Wesleyan College - Veterropt Yearbook (Macon, GA)

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I Senior Class and won distinction on the basket- ball field. Next oome the Imps who are as impish as their names and pins would suggest. Nine girls in all and all of them different. Annie Barrs is a fair sample. She entered Freshman class where she proceeded to lose her heart and, sad to relate, has never recovered it, though it has changed hands a number of times. The world remembers when she threw herself at her lover s feet in Lamar’s. That business of falling down right at the proper time has marked Annie all through her college course. Wlierever she goes she spills hair-pins and so she can always be tracked. I wonder if that is why she is always caught up with. She got the only stain on the Senior flag, viz. : soup at the Sophomore banquet. As captain of the baseball team she won laurels which will never fade. How Julia Wade ever became an Imp, no one knows, but perhaps appearances are deceiving. Julia came all the way from Smith’s Station, Alabama, which is such a large place that it can not be found on the map. She entered Sophomore wth Latin to make up. Julia is a very good girl, but something serious is the matter with her eyes. She does not like the boys and would not talk to one except on the train, for any amount of money. Her only fault is her enormous capacity for studying. Mary Copeland is another one of those girls who is trying to do three years’ work in two. As a conse- quence she is worked to death. Mary comes from Greensboro and is an Adelphean, a S. A. E., an imp, and a demon. She likes all Mercer boys, but lawyers in particular. Cleo Mable enjoys the notoriety of being a twin. She is known as the most studious girl in college. No one can ever tell Cleo and Cliff when in a liurry, so veiT often one is asked for the other’s debt. The twins have been with us two years and come from Decatur. The best joke the twins ever played was in the Junior-Senior basket-ball game, when Special twin played for Senior twin and no one was ever the wiser until several days afterward. Natalie Thomas is an impish creature. She never studies, yet is going to get two diplomas in one year. She comes from Waynesboro and to hear her tell it, Waynesboro is the only place. Her health has been so poor lately that she has had three weeks’ vacation. Natalie has a dramatic soprano voice and charms everyone who hears her sing. She received vocal medal 1904, and is the personification of in- difference. Eloise Guyton comes from Ihiblin. She entered the Academy and has been hard at work ever since. She is known far and wide for her cases, and every- one is interested in the mysterious inknown” who brings her good things to eat. The ‘Hjife and Notes” of this illustrious young woman are being compiled by A. Bradley. Her cases are too numerous to enumerate, being very short, but oh, how sweet. “Is Ruth Martin a member of every club in col- lege?” I heard some one ask the other day, and I hastened to explain that she was only a Philomathean, a Chi Phi, a Bluffer, an Imp, a Demon, a Walker, a Slipper, and a member of the present Senior Class. She comes from Columbus and thinks no place half sc grand. She entered Junior, taking B.L., and is business manager of the Annual. Her voice and her foot are objects of much care and pride. She enjoys the reputation of being the neatest girl in the class. Nona Johnston is very anxious to change her name, since she has so much trouble with the “t.” She entered the middle of the Freshman year, but waited until she was Senior to make up algebra. She is a born poet; it is her strong point, and the only re- markable thing about it is the poetry. The ninth Imp is Aline Bradley, of Carrollton. She has held class offices, and as local editor of The Wesleyan and associate editor of the Annual, has won much fame. She is a specialist in all lines, but left off pipe-organ at the earnest solicitations of her friends. She made the mistake of her life when she tried to graduate in elocution instead of vocal music ; but as she is only the second graduate in elocu- tion ever sent out from Wesleyan, of course she would not forego this honor. The attraction of her Senior year has been a red-headed man, who has sent her a life-size portrait and often sends long-distance tele- phone messages to let her know he is at church. Susie Smith’s past shows nothing momentous or extraordinary. Her one desire, so she says, is to have a good time, to have B.L. degree with no dis- tinctions — “just plain so” — and to have enough money to get back to St. Louis. Susie entered Sopho- more and she has been struggling through all these long years to get that diploma. She is Senior philosopher, since she believes “God is everything that is anything.” We now come to our class baby, but you would never know imless I told you — Miss Ann DeButts Shaw, who, like Gussie Finney, has a grandma. She was one of the Academy children and has ever upheld the dignity of 1905. She has held class offices, but in none did she so distinguish herself as when toast- master at the Sophomore banquet, when she illus- trated the now well recognized fact of her remarkable memory. For her Senior elective she chose to pur- sue a higher course in Latin prose composition. She the fair college representative and is so presented to college professors at all college receptions. Since I am only called upon to write a biography and not an autobiography, I add “I have told the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.”

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clasB. Everyone knows that Belle’ is never in any disturbance and could not make noise if she tried hence her name. When she entered the Sophomore Class, she was so short’ that everyone stood in awe of her. At present, she is the sergeant-at-arms of the Senior Class, and president of the Athletic Asso- siation. Her one ambition for years has been to see Class Day of 1905 a success. But to this promising young lady, we must lay a serious charge, viz. — she is an anarchist; she started the mumps her Junior year, and did measles act about a month ago. Lillian Holt is one of the honored founders of 1905, for she started in the Academy. She is so in the habit of coming to the college that we fear that even when her diploma is locked safely in her trunk, she will return for post-graduate work. Lillian is a Macon girl and is the best, the kindest, and the most generous girl in the world. The Senior Class is in- debted to her for many good times and for being ever ready to help carry out their plans. She is the con- necting link between noisy Belle” and studious ‘‘Mooney.” The latter has been a marvel ever since she came that eventful September of 1901. Her 100 in Freshman geometry was the envy of every girl in col- lege. Science has been her hobby, and her note-books are a thing of beauty. She has held many class offices and is one of the readers for Commencement. Mary Jo Barron and Susie Baldwin are room- mates and Seniors, so of course they have a great deal in common. They both enjoy baseball, Mercer re- ceptions and boys. Susie is crazy over journalists, especially the editor-in-chiefs of college monthlies. She joined Sophomore year, and has done good work for the class in basket-ball. She has studied short- hand and typewriting, and is proficient. Mary Jo has been here four years. She comes from Clinton, and is a fair specimen of Jones County, where “Thar’s more in the man Than thar is in the Ian’.” She is the one Senior who was brave enough to wear a veil all Junior year and consequently has been the envy of the lower classmen. Barron has made quite a record at punning, and startled the French class one day, when Professor Koets, in discussing the origin of words, asked: “Young ladies, if we get patrimony from our fathers, what do we get from our mothers ?” “Matrimony, of course,” answered Miss Barron. How Minnie Akin ever became a Senior is a puz- zle. She has done an enormous amount of work. When we were Freshmen, she took Bible as her only Freshman study, yet she gets a diploma May 31, 1 905. Of her work nothing further need be said. At her home, she will ride in an automobile which her father promises on receipt of her diploma. “Fair exchange is no robbery.” Sadie Flowers of Blakely is another dignified Senior, but she was bom dignified. She is loyal, her motto in life being, “We live for each other.” Sadie joined us as a Sophomore and has proved beyond dis- pute that “Still water nms deep.” As vice-president she was Burks’ right arm, leading the charge against the Seniors of 1904 and was the hero of 1,000 battles. Gussie Finney came from the great coimty of Jones, and has a grandma. Oh, how the Seniors envy Oussie her grandma I She entered Academy and has been battling witb ill-health all her life. This can be seen from her glowing countenance and ro- timdity of body. Gussie and her big knife have won as much renown in Senior physiology as Gussie and her big knife deserve when those boxes come and must be opened. Vesta Pace is the class artist Her Faculty pictures have become famous and will ever flash upon that inward eye “which is the bliss of solitude.” She is from Plains and entered Sophomore, where she made a splendid physico record. She is the smart- est girl in the class and loses no time because she is able to keep apace with her professors. She studies only the days when she knows she is going to be called on, not even needing her name dotted. Hope Wilder, our Hope! Champion basket- ball player ! One of the original thirteen Freshmen ! She won great fame as a baseball player as Freshman, and has never lost a game for the class. She, too, is loyal, and lives for other people. Elizabeth Davis Jones, otherwise plain Bessie Jones, more familiarly known as “Queen,” arrived here during September, 1902. As a child, she was precocious, having such a remarkable memory that she can describe a journey from Hogansville, Ga., to LaFayette, Ala., made at the age of nine months. “Queen” always has something to do, and now at the last moment, is struggling in a death-grapple with Mythology. Her knowledge of German is marvel- ous, since she always appreciates German humor. Woodie Schley comes from Columbus, where she did as many wonderful things as she has done at Wesleyan. She joined us in our Junior year and has had a very peculiar course. Latin is her hobby and undaunted by a grade of 93, she entered a higher study where “Still achieving, still pursuing, She learns to labor and to wait.” Woodie is a Senior of high dignity and lofty airs. She deserves much credit as a basket-ball player and as an actress. Oppie Lee Rogers is the brightest girl that ever came from Eastman as Red Hair would indicate ; so we are not surprised that she accomplished a three years’ course in two. She is the shining light of the 13

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HISTORY OF CLASS ' 05 When Guildenstern said to Hamlet, ‘Good, my lord, vouchsafe me a word with you,” and Hamlet replied, ‘Sir, a whole history,” the courtier began to squirm and to change the subject But this history may reveal to you the trials and the joys of a people making their way through the labyrinths of litera- ture, science, and art, into the mysterious passage- ways of Psychology, on to diplomas. Wlien we first discern through the mists of antiq- uity this people who called themselves Senior Class of Wesleyan Academy — though we know better now as the class of ’05 — we find them dwelling in the northeast corner of the basement of the main build- ing, a region that has since been cut up into four practice rooms. I am glad to say that from this pre-historic time, science has been able to preserve five fine specimen of this great people — Finney, Guy- ton, Holt, Shaw and Akins. In that fall of 1901, these five moved out into the promised land of college life, whence they were joined by eighteen more girls. There twenty-five girls, from the young short-skirts to the tall, stiff dignities, perched on the desks of Mrs. Burks’ recitation room to view the land, and to make immediate plans for organization. With no use for parliamentary laws, and still less knowledge of its usage, oflScers were elected: Margie Burks, president; Nan Shaw, vice- president; Edwina Wallette, secretary; and Johnny Hogan, treasurer. Business was rapidly disposed of. Every member of the class was on each committee, and freedom of speech rigidly adhered to. Occasionally the presi- dent would call for a vote, and the eager voters had their first taste of representation in government. That afternoon, a motto, Non mente, sed animo ' was chosen; a flower selected, the American Beauty rose; and red and white chosen for colors. Besides these, a constitution was drawn up, and plans made for monthly literary meetings. When Chuppie Allen screamed at seeing a rat scamper across the recitation floor, hearts sank and girls sighed, not because Chuppie had their sympathy, but because Miss Allen would call for a theme de- scribing the event. When no girl got up a sensation, however, the lamentations of a Freshman” were re- quired, and the groans and the lamentations ! With unerring judgment, the Juniors patroniz- ingly entertained the Freshmen with a hare and hound chase. However, the children of large ‘‘pride” in small bodies showed their appreciation in the trol- ley ride given to the Juniors, when with brilliantly- lighted cars, the college world learned that ’05 was a moving class, and that ’03 was one much beloved. All departments of college study were open to them except science, but the Sophomores promised to admit them into the mysteries as soon as they had put away childish ways. Journalistic ability ap- peared, however, in the writings of Freshmen, and both the college journal and the annual were indebted to them for their brightest articles. In September, when classes gathered again, the ’05s could be recognized by an “I’ve-been-here-be- fore” expression, as they showed the awe-struck Freshmen where to find the teachers. But those forty-five Sophomores grew sentimental, getting every day crazier about the Seniors. Blushing, embarrass ment, heart failure and empty purses were the symp- toms of this almost fatal mania. It was due to a “case” between the president of the ’03 and ’05 that tlie Sophomores obtained their beautiful flag. But mental balance was preserved by the solid problems in physics and trigonometry, as by the slightly damp- ening effects of the “Ancient Mariner.” This was the year the Naughty-fives were social leaders, distinguishing themselves at their banquet. The teachers and faculty were present but found it so hard to talk at a banquet that they busied them- selves in another and better way, except one dear professor, the dean of the faculty, who toasted so long that he saw three courses served and removed, and viewed each departing course with anxious eye. But his fasting is still appreciated, for it showed a willingness to do his best for the class that might be- come a good class, as he had often vaguely intimated. As the sergeant-at-arms was proudly waving the beautiful red and white banner over the heads of happy Sophomores, down it went into the soup! Unto this day there remains the stain, honorably won and battle-scarred, a reminder of a jolly banquet — and bouillon. With painstaking secrecy, the Sophomores planned action for class day, and slyly stole the Seniors’ and Juniors’ songs, and prepared a red rose wreath forty yards in length. With such equipment, the class Naughty-five honorably participated in the exercises, delighting the Seniors, but for some reason infuria- ting the jealous Juniors. “Some Sophomores are bom with dignity. Some achieve it; Some have dignity thrust upon them.” The day of final examination, all appeared with trailing skirts, (borrowed with so much trouble from the Seniors). As often as possible they would move to the professor’s chair, ask a question, and stalk solemnly back, looking over the shoulder at the beauti- ful sweep of the train. They were Juniors — almost. 15