Wesleyan College - Veterropt Yearbook (Macon, GA)

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leyan — which change not — were broken, that she might have a sewing machine in her room. Bessie Warren could never have been persuaded to leave Randolph- Macon had Cornelia not been at Wesleyan ; and Cornelia could never have been persuaded to take a regular course if Bess had not appeared on the scene. The Faculty will gladly give Cornelia a diploma in May, for she has succeeded in all her undertakings, even to coaxing Bess into one class meeting and getting her to attend the Soph-Senior banquet. Doubtless Cornelia would have found the task easier had Bess not feared that if she became too much interested in Wesleyan, she might have to give it a place in her heart with Randolph-Maeon. Bess and Cornelia add the flavor of immortal friendship to this history, as did David and Jonathan to Holy Writ, or Damon and Pythias to “the glory that was Greece.” Mattie May Tumlin has roamed here and there over the North Georgia Conference, but now is for a while at Hogansville, Ga. She decided once in the long ago to take up her abode at Wesleyan, but came resolved to carry away two “dips,” and 1910 marks the date of the consummation. If the year were marked by no other great event, and crowned by no other glory than this, yet would this year be glorious, for Mattie May, having long since lost count of the date of her first appearance on Wesleyan stages of action, has tried to gradu- ate with most of the classes since 1839. She joined us just because she thought we were the most promising class and because it offered another Junior prom. She is a strong advocate of the “germ” theory, and cultivated with success one fever germ which lias so often come between her and her “dips.” When any- one desires to know of some long past event, Mattie May is sought. Recently in discussing the date of the remodelling of the chapel, some one said that it was ten or twelve years ago: upon hearing this, Mattie May immediately replied, “Oh, no, it was finished the first year I came.” That Mattie May existed at the college for so many years without Rena Pittard of Winterville, Ga., is hard to believe, but it was a red letter day in Rena’s life when she decided to anchor at Wesleyan and work for a degree. Before joining us she had quite made uu her mind to shine as a social queen, so she went to a finishing school. The finishing process did not satisfy her soul, however, and she matriculated at Wesleyan with the determination to get an education. This earnestness of purpose broadened her vision until she saw “the fields white unto the harvest,” so she has become a student volunteer. The Young Women’s Christian Association offered itself as a training school for her life work, and most of her time and efforts have been spent in this chan- nel. From Hoschton, Ga., came Esther Hosch of Room 26 M. B. She has diligently pursued her studies since coming to Wesleyan, and has begun to think that it is almost time for her to get a “dip,” since she has been in college seven years and boasts of twenty-nine different room-mates. Long ago Esther decided that “haste makes waste” and accordingly she takes her own time in reporting to chapel, to classes and to meals, usually wandering in some time during the period as though the whole day were hers. After due consideration Esther has adopted as a motto : “T care for nobody, no, not T, If nobody cares for me: I walk with myself, and 1 talk with myself, For myself and I agree.” During her full course she has been guided by the determination to avoid “cases” and all frivolities that might take her mind from her studies or from Room 26.

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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-

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Point Peter may be unknown to the reader, but such a place exists, and Madge Rayle can exactly locate it; for well she remembers “the place where she was born, and the little window where the sun came peeping in at morn.” She joined the class of 1910 in the Sophomore year, but Wesleyan life was too strenuous, so she spent the next year at home resting. Madge is a marvel, for she takes every special course and every course offered in the Science Depart- ment, yet she lias never been overworked. “Love, what a volume in a word,” Madge is often heard to exclaim, for she has interesting romances and is a strong advocate of co-education in preparatory schools. Lessie Trammell, the only Florida girl, has a home in Lakeland, but is never unduly boastful of “The Land of the Flowers.” She became so addicted to studying during one summer course at the Wesleyan summer school, that she has not been able to break the habit during her Senior year. Every night from ten to eleven she may be found in the library, diligently engaged, though it may be in nodding over her books. It is said that she sleeps with a note book under her pillow. “To get thine ends, lay bashfulness aside; Who fears to ask, doth teach to be deny’d,” quotes Bessie Cooper of Brookhaven, Miss., who came late but achieved much; for she came to conquer at all hazards, and with a fixed determination she set to work at the very beginning. In one thing, however, Bessie has met failure, for with all her exercise and dieting she can not get thin; and when she is alone, her inmost soul cries out: ‘ ‘ Oh, that this too, too solid flesh would melt, Thaw and resolve itself in dew.” This chapter is finished. Very soon our class must begin to make new history in another sphere, better, nobler and stronger perhaps. We do not claim to have done more nor to have achieved greater success than any other class, but we have tried to leave a cleaner path, and one a little smoother for those who must walk over it after us; and to leave a record clean and pure, of which we need not be ashamed. I. Lois Atkixsox, Historian.