Wesleyan College - Veterropt Yearbook (Macon, GA)

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Such a subject, it is Nelle who opeus argument to convince the foolish of the error of her way. It is generally thougnt that she will be the first to march down the aisle to the strains of Mendelssohn s Vv edding March. The athlete of the class, .Blanche v aline Rucker, has struck terror to the heart of every basket-ball team since she bore oft ' the championship in the Fresh- man year. Blanche hails from Alpharetta, Ua., the laud ot wonders. She never tires of lauding “our little town.” Wnen she has exhausted encomiums con- cerning its past and its future, she adds as a crowning glory the fact that it is the county seat of Milton Comity, even if it is seven miles from the railroad, blanche is also interested in music, and with all her enthusiasm for athletics and for Alpharetta, (Ja., she had found time to devote to music, and so she will receive a music diploma in May. When the Conservatory Club was recently organized, Blanche was honored with the Presidency. Although little Agnes DuPre came to Wesleyan from Canton, Ca., with not the slightest idea of ever finishing the course, she decided after coming back Sophomore year to work for a “dip,” and she has kept her resolution, in stat- ure, Agnes is the smallest girl in the college, but she has a sidficient amount of independence to supply every member ot the class, and still have a good large portion left for her own use. Last summer, Agnes decided that there was m her soul the capabilities of a great prima donna, and so she has been training her voice since September. Not yet, however, has she seen fit to warble even to the admiring members of her own class. Possibly she is preparing to charm us at the Senior banquet — where all startling truths are disclosed. Susie Kathleen Kroner, of Winterville, is one of the jolliest girls in school ; appreciates a joke more than any member of the class, and always tries to evade questions in the class room by relating a joke. For months she has used Halley’s Comet as her refuge in Astronomy recitation. When Susie is happy she laughs “To let people know it ;” and when she is sad she laughs “So as not to show it.” Soon after she entered college, however, it was discovered that she had one noteworthy characteristic, and that is that boys have no charms for her. Especially has this been true since her J unior year, when she met a Mercer man. In order to have him spend just one hour in Wesleyan’s parlors every Sunday evening, she has encouraged him to take every course at Mercer. Susie is a poet, and her favorite line from the poets is “My love is like a red, red rose.” That Jessie Bradford Isaacs came from the High School in Macon to Wesleyan to stud)’ is an accepted truth, and although the adage reads: “All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy,” Jessie is the exception that proves the rule, for she has continued to study while others played “and still the wonder grew, that one small head could carry all she knew.” Had the Trustees not abolished Senior Reader places .Jessie would have claimed one or two, but al- though this inducement to study has been removed, she studies. When the His- torian began to make research into Jessie’s past, one interesting fact was brought to light which explains why she has busied herself with books. From her youth up she has been betrothed to a Chicago boy, whom she has never seen, and so she is storing up knowledge, and with her getting, getting understand- ing, so that she may not disappoint the University man. Sara Lee Evans and Leonora Smith, two kindred spirits, both from At- lanta and boasting of the Atlanta spirit, are “Two souls with but a single thought, two hearts that beat as one.” Since their matriculation at Wesleyan they have rather separated themselves from the common minds. Leonora ran for class President and was elected through several terms, while Sara Lee was unanimously elected sponsor for the Confederate Veterans at the Reunion at Birmingham, which filled them so with pride that they have never been able to

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History of the Class of 1910. When one undertakes to record the deeds ot the class of 1910, one maj may well exclaim : “Expect not, noble dames and lords, That 1 can tell such deeds in words; What skillful limner e’er would choose To paint the rainbow’s varying hues; Unless to mortal it were given To dip his brush in dyes of heaven?” Twenty-two girls differing in personal appearance, taste, views, ideas and ideals compose this class of 1910. When eight small girls, all enthusiasm over being at college, tripped gayly up to Wesleyan’s door and knocked timidly that bright September morn- ing in the year 1000, they were welcomed by a little girl, standing all alone, ready to take them by the hand and introduce them to “dreams come true; for the Prep, year at Wesleyan had made Ruth Parrish ready and anxious to roam the new fields commonly spoken of as “Verdant Freshman.” Ruth came to Wesleyan from Brooklet, (la., and though she has spent the best years of her life here, yet these five years from home have not sufficed to put within her a daring heart, for more often than any member of the class she succumbs to the terrors of homesickness. From September until May Ruth’s continuous wail is “show me the way to go home.” Among the many things that Ruth has taken since coming to Wesleyan, only two deserve men- tion — she took a diploma in music her Junior year, and the mumps in her Soph- omore year. “A daughter of the gods, divinely tall, and most divinely fair” is Susie May Greer of Oglethorpe, Ga., who came to Wesleyan with her mind fully made up that she would reflect honor and credit on her credentials. So she went to work at once and bore off the Freshman medal for high scholarship. In music, her ambitions are pinned quite as high as in literary pursuits, and accordingly in May a post-graduate diploma is to be awarded her. Susie May has a special fond- ness for professors, and she is able to boast of at least a half dozen whom she counts as her steadfast admirers. It must be their wisdom which attracts her. Octavia Elizabeth Bethea, of Dillon, S. C., has believed ever since she en- tered Wesleyan, four years ago, that the dignity of the class is hers as a sacred trust. Octavia often says that her heart was carried away either by a Senior of 1908 or by her room-mate last year. Perhaps this heartlessness accounts for her dignity. Be this as it may, she has had only one T. L., only one friend. Oc- tavia became Wordsworth-struck in her Junior year, and in her frenzy wrote for The Wesleyan: “Oh, to be wafted away, From this black vale of sorrow; Where the dust of an earthy to-day, Makes the dust of a dusty to-morrow.” Upon the poem being turned down by the Literary editors, Octavia, nothing daunted, took Myrtle Reid as her model, and turned her pen to the serious pro- duction of love stories. Since the advent of Nelle Furr, a little girl from Pontotoc, Miss, the class has been made fully acquainted with a Mr. Smith, whose name is now on every lip and breathes from many a sonnet. When love is mentioned, Nelle at once “sits up and takes notice;” and if any one seems prone to treat lightlv

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recover entirely. For months after Sara Lee matriculated she was so hedged about and followed by a string of ardent admirers, always at a distance, that her classmates scarcely had an opportunity of knowing her until her Senior year. Now that she is trying for an A.B. degree and a diploma in music, she finds that there is no time to devote to popularity or other frivolous matters. Leonora has very decided notions of her own on all subjects, and woe unto that one who tries to oppose them, for Leonora, convinced against her will — and it is always against her will — remains of the same opinion still. When Martha Wilkinson, of Barnesville, reached Wesleyan, she at once announced to her classmates that life is worth every bit of the fun and pleasure to be found in a college course, and that the class of 1910 must “get there’’ at whatever cost. She made a start immediately by keeping the entire class up all night before class day, so that 1910 colors migh t be placed on the highest pin- nacle. Whatever Martha goes at, she does with a will. As captain of the ’10 Basket-ball Team, she has wiped all the teams clear off the field. She has talked so well that in May the Faculty will award her a diploma in Expression. Elizabeth Lee Belk, commonly known as “The Belk Baby’’ or “Lee-Lee” or “Jack,” has no certain fixed place of residence, as her father is a Methodist Minister, but she is at present from Atlanta. Lee came down to take up her abode at Wesleyan while we were Freshmen, but the trouble and anxiety of car- ing for her “little sister Mary,” who was then a Junior, proved such a burden and such a strain to the child’s nerves, that it became necessary for her to re- main at home after Christmas. In September 1907, however, she returned to begin work as a Sophomore. Lee, with her dreamy eyes, has always been recog- nized as the imaginative genius of the class, and every day she startles the col- lege world with some vivid picture of her own creation. Just recently she penned these lines on “The Coming of Spring:” “ ’Tis midnight, and the setting sun Is slowly rising in the west; The rapid river slowly runs, The frog is on his downy nest; The pensive goat and sportive cow, Hilarious, lea]) from bough to bough.” This power of seeing visions marked her as class prophetess, and gave her the future as a vast domain through which she is privileged to roam, gathering therefrom what s to be “Ye fate of each ye Seniors.” Maude Lovett Phillips of Quitman, Ga., had never caused any great ex- citement until the night of the Soph.-Senior banquet, when she stepped forth more gorgeously arrayed than the “lilies of the field” or than “Solomon in all his glory.” At last, Maude had starred. The word starred is used advisedly in this connection, for she is an ardent student of Astronomy, but had never shown any special poetic genius until recently when Mr. Hinton had the Astronomy Class out on the campus with the telescope. Maude looked steadily at the heavens for a few seconds, and then, turning from the telescope said: “I am a Senior student, I, My star is gone from yonder sky, I think it went so high at first, That it just went and gone and burst.” Cornelia Graves Smith and Bess Brook Warren claim Macon as their home. The bane of Cornelia’s existence has been one great and mighty effort during her Senior year to gather heavy articles for The Wesleyan , and she wastes much precious time pleading with the Literary editors not to fill up the pages with silly love stories. Partiality has been shown Cornelia since she became a boarder; for just because she is a town girl “These Rules of Wes-