Wesleyan College - Veterropt Yearbook (Macon, GA)

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W1L80N, Macon Wilson, Macon

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Mary Joe Barron and Susie Baldwin are sent out by the United States Government through the South- ern States to put up stations for the Marconi system of wireless telegraphy. They are now at Wesleyan putting up one to be connected with the principal points in town — Mercer, Isaacs, John S. Hoge s and the baseball park. What shocked me most, and yet I can not say it surprised me so much, was to see my old friend and class president, Margie Burks. I am in a magnifi- cent theater, witnessing Shakespeare s great tragedy, Othello, and there in the middle of the stage she stands as “Desdemona.” Poor Margie ! she had met with tw o bitter disappointments at Wesleyan. The dream of her life was to have her class present a great drama, but two flat refusals from the president and faculty broke her heart. After graduation, she tried to have the whole class go on the stage to finish raising money, as she said, for Susannali Wesley Memorial Fund, but I think she wanted them to do this out of spite. A sudden change and see 1 Outside of town on a large signboard a woman is painting an advertise- ment. I recognize Vesta Pace, and stop to chat about the good old days. She tells me that she could easily have been a Raphael, but after careful thought, decided to cater to the popular taste, so she put aside her ambition, and finds painting posters and adver- tisements more profitable. Scene followed rapidly one after the other, and I seemed to be at one place and then again somewhere else with no time intervening. Lizzie Heal Rogers, the cynic, is a journalist whose especial duty is to criticise the love poems that are submitted for publication. I must say that she cer- tainly ought to know how for she had enough of it to do as literary editor of the Wesleyan. Can this be Woody Schley with wings all over her as if she were about to fly ? Yes, it is. Poor Woody lost her mind perfecting the flying machine. Ever since the Sophomores gave the Seniors that toboggan slide. Woody seemed not quite right. She went to work on this invention and tried to make everything fly. See what over-enthusiasm will do for the young ! I am very much surprised at seeing Annie Barrs st Wesleyan in charge of the Davenport building, the fine new gymnasium. I wonder how Annie engages in such work without wearing her hair down in a long plait. Wliat a time she used to have with that hair I I hesitate and then ask her to tell me the charm that keeps it from falling down. Forthwith, she shows me a remarkable hairpin which she has just patented, and owing to its remarkable service to all athletes, she hopes to realize a fortune. I am glad that Annie is doing so well. Whom do I next see but Minnie Aikens up to her tricks flirting with the boys on the streets. I thought that time would remedy that, and I am so astonished that I just stand and look at her until she is out of sight. Now I am walking along the pike at the World’s Fair held in Macon, on the one hundredth anniver- sary of the founding of the city. I see a crowd gathered aroimd some one, and on going closer I find her to be the Great White Mahatma. While she sleeps, the interpreter standing over her is revealing to the anxious people the magician’s innermost thoughts. Vhat! Amazed, I stand as if petri- fied. It is not the Great White Mahatma, but Myra Mizelle. I can but laugh ! The studious Myra must have spent her Junior year taking lessons from Katie MacLaggan, the great and only fortune-teller. But to think of Myra telling such a story for the sake of a little money! No one ever dreamed of her in this light. Going on down the pike, I see Saidie Flowers up on a stand, selling all kinds of quack medicines. She is advertising especially her newest cure for all ailments — insomnia, studying, laziness, heartache, homesickness, Sunday headaches, kleptomania, quar- relsome dispositions and cutting recitations. I only regret that Saidie had not made this discovery in our day, for then we all could have been graduated with medals and honors. I am not surprised at seeing my old class-chmn, Aline Bradley, in a convent. Something seemed to weigh upon her mind in her last year at Wesleyan. There were rumors of many suitors to her hand, and of her not knowing whom to choose. If such is the case, I do not wonder at her becoming a nun. When I ask her how such a change in her life came about, she only smiles sadly and tells me how the past has gone by, and that she lives only in the present Some say that Aline thinks she looks well in a nun’s attire and poses as an advertisement for Dr. Flowers’ “All Trouble Cure.” But I can not believe that she would sacrifice everything in the world to vanity and put her religion to such a base use. But maybe she is going to found a home for the heartbroken. Waldron Roberts, through the influence of some of her best friends, studied law soon after leaving Wes- leyan, and is now retained on the leading legal ques- tions of the day, even while Dean of the Law Faculty at Mercer. May Clarke is a widow. May always thought that she would look beautiful in black, and she had an eye for business. She was a rich old man’s darling for three very happy years, when he most considerately died, leaving her his fortune. Now she consoles her- self with a long black veil, a pug dog and a coy look. 20

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