Wesleyan College - Veterropt Yearbook (Macon, GA)

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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.

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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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Prophecy of the Senior Class, 1910. “ ‘Twas night, and weary limbs o’er all the earth Saw quiet slumber; forests and wild waves Had sunk to rest; when stars with gliding orbs Wheeled midway, and when all the field is still, Cattle and painted birds, that haunt the breath Of limpid laks or rough bosky wold Beneath night’s silence laid to sleep, the cares Awhile were lnlled, their hearts were got to ache Not so the spirit vexed,” Senior Prophet. “Nor did I sink dissolved in sleep Nor draw the night into my heart or eyes, Mv pangs redoubled, and prophetic frenzy refused To surge and swell.” Oh, what have 1 to do? Once more try my inventive art. In vain could Virgil carry me t the Cumean Sybil, and in despair I threw down my pen and groped my way alone, dodging at every corner the ar- gus-eved night-watchman. I slipped into the Wesleyan Observatory to see if my horoscope would read that the Senior election had not read my talents wrong. I felt for the telescope, adjusted it timidly, and put my eyes to the eye- piece. “Was it only a bright spot T saw’, and what was that luminary trailing far-like glory behind?” “Halley’s Comet,” I cried. As I did so, the speck be- came larger, until it covered the lens and a sudden glory filled the room. Long hairs sw’ept across ray face, and as I caught one to brush it aside, 1 realized that the tail of the comet w r as sweeping the earth. “Eureka,” T cried, and swinging on to that hair with might and main, I felt myself lifted rapidly through the air. As I clung tighter and swung through the air, two objects dangled toward me, and I saw ' , to my relief, that 1 was not the only being leaving the earth. “ Why, Sara Lee Evans, why Leonora Smith, can that be you ! How on the tail of a comet come you here?” “Why,” answered Leonora, “haven’t you heard of the machine we have invented which can move over the earth or water or through the air? We unfortunately have gotten tangled in the tail of this comet, and are out for a ride no telling where. Lee, if you and Sara Lee will knot the hair, you can sit in the knot and have fine fun looking at the world beneath as vou pass.” The tail swung and vibrated above a large city. Everything seemed to be in a great uproar; all the people were running madly through the streets, and we thought they were excited over us and the comet ; but no, they seemed to be in chase of something evidentlv hard to catch. Private detectives and liveried policemen dashed here and there, around the street corners, scanning eagerly the faces of the exciter! nopnlace, in an effort to arrest the two greatest w’oman suffragettes in the w’orld. Presently we saw two strangely attired w’ornen w’alk arm in arm down the street, shunning public recognition and seem- ingly avoided notice. Ci AVlio can tlie«p two women be we wondered. T looked more eagerlv, and recocnized two of my classmates — Agnes PuPre and Susie Kroner. Then T called out “Susie. Agnes, look up, catch a hair— this is the tail of Hallev’s Comet and you ’ll escane.” Quickly it was done, and the gaping crow’d saw’ their prev swept from their grasp as we passed by. “Cute.” cried Agnes. “For shame, Agnes,” said Susie. “Tf it were true that vou had no ormortunitv to study the new dictionary, you would be excused for using Old Wcslcvan slang.” “New dictionary— whose?” I asked.