Atlantic Christian College - Pine Knot Yearbook (Wilson, NC)

Text from Pages 1 - 180 of the 1913 volume:

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GEORGE HACKNEY Wilson, North Carolina The Students of Atlantic Christian College, out of their deep appreciation of Mr. Hackney's loyalty to the institution, kindness to the students and benevolent spirit toward every department of the college and its work, most affection- ately dedicate this 2nd volume of The Pine Knot Mr. George Hackney The Girls’ Home GREETING “here’s to our frienbs!” HEbe iPine llnot exclaims. “ J3ine llnot is tlje message it eber proclaims, $ine llnot tuijen sorrotus arounb pou are, fiine llnot toljen fjeart acfjes babe left pou afar, $ine llnot— be rljerrp, bappp anb gap; $ine llnot is tfje message 3 bring eberp bap.” — Clement Manly Morton Atlantic Christian College THE roots of Atlantic Christian College run back into various efforts of such individuals as J. H. Fov, Josephus Latham, J. R. Winfield, D. W. Davis, H. C. Bowen and others to furnish adequate education for Eastern Carolina. The academies conducted by these men at Wilson, Farmville, Pant ego, Catherine Lake, and Old Ford proved of value to the generation the} served and developed a desire and ambition to undertake larger things. About fifteen years ago these desires culminated into Carolina Christian College, at Ay den. Under the leadership of J. R. Tingle, A. J. Manning and L. T. Rightsell it did a valuable work. The citizens of Avden and many of the churches gave liberal support to this undertaking, which was by no means in vain. In 1899 Professor Joseph Kinsey, who had for many years conducted a very successful female school at LaGrange, was induced to move that institution, with its splendid patronage and reputation, to Wilson. A company was formed, the stock of which the citizens of Wilson subscribed for largely, and Kinsey’s Seminary was launched, under auspicious conditions. The larger responsibility, however, connected with building and inaugurating such a new enterprise, broke down the health of Mr. Kinsey and in two years he found himself compelled to give up the work. About this time B. H. Melton, J. J. Harper, George Hackney and others, realizing the remarkable suitableness of Wilson as a college town, induced the majority of the stockholders who held stock in Kinsey’s Seminary to donate that stock to the Convention of the Christian Church, while the church obligated itself to conduct in the splendid property a Christian College, for a period of at least ten years. Dr. J. C. Coggins was chosen its first President and Dr. J. J. Harper was made Chancellor. Under the leadership of these men pledges were taken to pay off the outstanding indebtedness on the property and to equip the institution. Like nearly all new institutions without adequate financial support, the first few years saw many ups and downs. After the resignation of Dr. Coggins, Dr. Harper was elected to preside over the new enterprise. His wise leadership and good judgment guided her into the way of success. After three and a half years of faithful service, Dr. Harper died. Up to this period Atlantic Christian College had been primarily an institution for young women. The confidence was so great in its usefulness and success that at the State Convention of the Christian Church at Belhaven in the fall of 1907 pledges were made to cancel its indebted- ness. The financial panic of the year, however, together with the death of Dr. Harper, made the collection of the pledges, for the time, impossible. In January, 1908, the Trustees selected Jesse C. Caldwell as President of the institution. The five years of his administration have been marked by steady growth along all lines. A large residence adjoining the campus was purchased, which served as a temporary dormitory for young men. The number of young men attending the institution gradually grew until they practically equal the number of young women. After time had been given for establishing confidence in the administration, nearly all the old pledges, and many new ones, were not only made but paid and the institution was cleared of its bonded indebtedness. In 1911 the citizens of Wilson came to the rescue and offered funds sufficient to make the Trustees deem it wise to erect an up to date dormitory for young men. This good year of 1912-T3 has seen the college taxed to its capacity from the opening day to the present. The character of its work and the number of its Faculty have been increased year by year until today its entrance requirements and courses offered for degree are standard in every respect. The outlook is the most encouraging, and assur- ance has been given from many sources of an endowment that is adequate to meet the present needs. CHRISTIAN CHURCH AN1) PARSONAGE Cor. Goldsboro anti Vance Sts., Wilson Rev. Richard Batjby, Pastor The President's Home Dr. Jesse C. Caldwell A Song to A. G. C. I rhyme not for the stranger’s ear, I count not his esteem; For well I know his callous heart Would scorn my humble theme. There are—and memory holds them dear— Among earth’s mighty throng, The friends of college days; to these I dedicate my song. To thee I sing, Oh, A. C. College, Thy buildings so dear to see. What smiles, what tears of life have been Identified with thee! Thou bringest memories, fond memories, To many a heart and brain, With a rhythm of wild, free melody, Yet a sweet and sad refrain. I love to think upon the time When joy seems most complete; When a full year’s work is done And all their friends can greet. It is the rosy month in the “Old North State,” In May’s clear, sunny hours, When you are keeping that old festival, The glorious “feast of flowers.” Old school, you are again today On a gala day of beauty, And your children are fresh as May, And strongly equipped for duty; But you’ve changed to some who saw thee Though these, they mark it not, But ah! I feel it as I gaze Upon each well remembered spot. I miss some dear, familiar faces, And the sound of pilgrim’s feet. These have crossed the “Shining River,” And have walked the “Golden Street,” But the memory of their peaceful lives From us can ne’er depart; For their portraits are all hanging In the gallery of our heart. Commencement day is here again, As of old, almost the very same. Our boys and girls have striven hard To reach the longed for goal of fame. Seniors dear bid us a fond farewell As they turn an almost envious gaze Upon their schoolmates loved so well, Who’ve yet to finish their college days. To these boys and girls I bow my stateliest. Heaven guard this noble band; For they are the coming women and men Who shall grace our mighty land, Heaven guard these coming queens and kings And may they indeed love to reign In church, and home, and native land And keep all evil from their true domain. Peace to thee, oh, A. C. College— The dearest home in all the land! May the God of Nations keep thee In the hollow of his hand! Were there but one string to my harp, And my right hand, strong and free, I would touch that string with tenderness Whene’er I think of thee. Letcher. E. L. BARHAM, A.M. Principal of Girls Professor of Latin and Greek % G. EASTMAN SWARTHOUT A.M., D.Ped. Professor of Natural Science ELIZABETH FORD, A.B. Professor of Modern Languages C. M. FARMER, A.B., B.Ped. Instructor in Mathematics and English Principal of Boys’ Dormitory MYRTLE L. HARPER Instructor in History and English ALBERT E. MUILBERGER B. of Mus. Director of Music Piano and Voice HARRIET CLAY SETTLE Instructor in Piano ft. MRS. JOHNNIE SPEER BARHAM Piano, Harmony, History of Music MARY DAY SWARTHOUT, B.P. Professor of Art MAMIE DOSS JENNINGS, B.O. Director of Expression MAMIE ROBERSON Secretary to the President Stenography MRS. C, M. FARMER Matron, Boys’ Dormitory The Seniors’ Boast The winds have whispered it from all the trees, Demerits! The birds have sung it among the leaves, Demerits! But they’ll never bother us any more, Demerits! All the sorrows of school life are forever o’er, Demerits! Class of 1914 be as good as ice were and there’ll be no Demerits! We tried very hard and thought we were good, but lo! Demerits! We thought we were angels but other folks said “no,” Demerits! We are now going home where we can wave at the boys without Demerits! Seniors Senior Class Poem Will you listen to my rhyme, While I tell you in short time, Of the wonders we have done And the honors we have won? Not for many days, I ween, Such a class has e’er been seen As the one we gladly represent, Joyful, happy and content. Happy, for the heavy work is done And our trophies proudly won; Joyful in the knowledge gained, And the heights that we’ve attained. Would you, too, not be content, If four years in school you’d spent And now felt that you were free, Browsing on life’s flowery lea? Oh, the wonders we’ve achieved! They’re really hard to be believed, But we’re sure we’ll convince your ear For we’ll make them wondrous clear. Now before you we do truly stand By the right of wisdom, highest in the land, Not of wisdom only do we beg you hear, But of pleasures, trials, joys and friendships dear. First and greatest of our woes The most fascinating of girls’ foes— Logic—of which all philosophers teach, And by deepest study was the summit reached. In Economics we are fully versed And our minds have been duly nursed In signs and cosigns, tangents rare None with us in these things can compare. Of our knowledge of Psychology We can surely boast without apology; And in Ethics and Evidences We have truly sharpened all our senses. We are sure our faces must be glowing With the rich thoughts that come flowing, From the boundless river of literary lore Which will give us joy forevermore. And we’ve quaffed of Music’s pleasure And its harmonies beyond all measure; Also have we walked in Art’s dominions Learning there to spread our pinions; And we soared in times so olden Filled with music and paintings golden Till we caught the inspiration Which welded into life’s aspiration. At the feet of sages we’ve been sitting As such little maids was befitting And we learned that life’s stern duty Must be taught by voices of surpassing beauty. That the stream of life must ebb and flow As it did in days of long ago, And that to our merry, glad tomorrow Evil things to us will come in robes of sorrow. But deliver us from such pessimistic teaching, And a deaf ear will we turn to all such preach- ing, On this class of 1913 with the trophies they have won Never will they dream that they’ll forget their fun. And at A. C. College where we’ve blushed and bloomed May we not be sure our mem Ties will be en- tombed In the hearts of those we love so dear As the day of parting now draws near. Oh, we pray you in this month of flowers, Filled with happy, joyous hours, By the love we truly hope we’ve won That your prayer may speed us, every one. Hesperian President Senior Class; Literary Editor The Radiant ’ll-’12; Secre- tary Girls’ Tennis Club T0-T1; President Girls’ Tennis Club ’11- T2; Editor in Chief Hesperian Buqle ’11-’12; College Editor Buqle '12-T3; Alumni Editor The Radiant '12-’13; Assistant Editor The Pine Knot T3. cp 2 T SUSIE GRAY WOODARD Wilson, N. C. Music “Who is so full of grace that it flows over on all that need.” Susie Gray came to us five years ago, a little girl, and with each revolution of the planet she has grown in grace and wisdom and appreciation of the good and the true. She has finished the course in English Literature and has exhibited as much ability in English as she has shown in Music, though her ability in and appreciation of music is most admirable. “She is a winsome, wee thing” and all hearts rejoice that she will not be far from us in the coming years and in the knowledge that she will ever be loyal and helpful to her college. “The dews of Heaven fall thick in blessings upon her.” ELSIE GLENN LANGLEY Elm City, N. C. Music “She bore a mind that envy could not but call fair.” Four years ago Elsie came to 11s “adorned like sweet May”; and her gentle ways, low, sweet voice, diligence, and fine talent soon enabled her to take her place among the best, the chosen few. She is so musical in her tem- perament that none were surprised when she chose Music as her major, and her exquisite rendition makes her an accomplished pianist. We hope she will continue to cul- tivate her musical talent to a much greater perfection. “Heaven give you many, many happy days.” Hesperian Pianist Hesperian Society; Vice- President Music Club; Literary Editor The Radiant ; Music Reporter The Pine Knot ’13; Historian Senior Class. SALLIE LEWIS BRIDGES, A.B. Elm City, N. C. Hesperian Vice-President Senior Class; Vice- President Hesperian Societ y ’10-’lt, 'll-’12, ’12-’13; College Editor The Radiant ’lO-’ll; Poet Sophomore Class ’11-’12; Co-editor The Radiant T2-'13; College Editor The Pine Knot T3. “In all external grace you have some part, But you like none, none you for constant heart.” For four years Sallie has been with us and, by her un- tiring industry, her warm heart and brilliant mind, has won the love and admiration of students and Faculty. Through unremitting perseverance in the very face of inevitable obstacles she has successfully finished the Col- legiate Course and won her degree. We predict for her a career of worth and usefulness which will reflect credit upon her Alma Mater to which she will ever remain a loyal daughter. “The God of Heaven both now and ever bless her.” LILLIE MOORE HEWITT Catherine Lake, N. C. Art “Many days shall see her, And yet no day without a deed to crown it.” Lillie is our “busy bee,” always at work, always cheery, always ready to do a kindness. For four and a half years has she been with us, and every year has revealed new worth, great improvement and new capabilities. We much regret that she cannot finish her Collegiate Course as well as her Art. The painstaking care and exquisite finish of her work show her marked ability in her chosen field and we hope she will be able to attain still higher perfection in Art. “Take my blessing, God protect thee.” Alethian Prophet Senior Class; Historian Sand Fiddlers’ Club; Art Editor The Pine Knot T3; Treasurer Alethian Society, Spring term, 1913. EUNICE LEE ANDREWS Hesperian Secretary and Treasurer Senior Class; College Editor The Radiant T3; Art Editor The Pine Knot T3; Chessy Cat Club; Phi Pi Club; Choral Club; Tennis Club; Manager Basketball Club T3. Wilmington, N. C. Art ‘‘The hand that made you fair hath made you good.” Eunice is our baby Senior, having been with us only two and a half years, but in that time she has secured a lasting place in our hearts. By her gentle manners and loving disposition she has won her nickname “U-ni-ce.” She made Art her major, and her marked talent and close application have enabled her to complete the course in so short a time. Her beautiful work reflects much credit upon herself and her teacher. She expects to pursue her work in New York City, and we are confident she will attain distinction in her chosen field. c] 2 T “God’s protection and benison go with her.” Senior Class History The duty which falls upon the historian is to tell the story of a class during its four years of college life. As we glance back over the past time we know that j, many decided and various changes have taken place, and yet, how little of our real history it is possible to record. In September, we entered the halls of dear old A. C. C., a group of wide eyed, gaping mouthed verdants into the mysterious vistas of a place akin to Alice’s “Wonderland.” There were quite a number of us to assume the cares and respon- sibilities of Freshmen. During this year we learned a great deal, and it seems as if it were our first introduction to the world, we received so many scornful glances and calls of “greenie” from the higher classes. However, I suspect this name suited us, for the first- I recall of one of our classmates, she was at the depot sitting on her trunk and holding fast to it, and when our President tried to per- suade her to come to the college, she said emphatically, with the briny tears streaming down her cheeks, “No, I will not leave my trunk.” We soon, how- ever, took up our regular round of school work, and after the Christmas holidays nothing of much importance happened until we came to Commencement. Attend- ing recitals, hearing lectures, and listening to sermons was indeed a revelation to us; however, this soon came to a close, and our trunks were packed for home. We had been looking forward to this day for a long time, and I must admit that some of us were guilty of counting the days, and, yes, even the minutes before we could leave our troubles and go to our loved ones. Our holidays came to a close, ah! too soon, and we found ourselves again at- A. C. C., but what a marked difference between our arrival this year and last. Yes, we said “this year” just as much as we wished, for didn’t we have to keep quiet when we were Freshmen and hear about- what happened “last year”? But then! ah, then, we were Sophomores, and we stood before the admiring glances of the whole school, resplendent in dignity and swollen with knowledge. Sopho- more! Doesn’t that word sound big to you? To us it sounded much bigger than “Junior” or “Senior.” This year we learned how to flirt! took lessons from the Seniors, too. We thought we were “It,” but we were compelled to admit the Seniors were a little—just a little—above us, and we thought if they shot shy glances at- the boys, we could too, so before the year was out not many people could excel our Sophomore Class in that most interesting game called flirting. Guess the teachers have cause to remember this year also, as they were kept in their rooms for quite a while, without anything to eat or drink, while the girls feasted at midnight, and then as the beautiful rays of the sun appeared in the early morning, social period began; knocking on the doors began also, but to no avail, until one of our dignified teachers thought of a new and wonderful plan. She crept out on the porch, crawled through a window, and before we knew any- thing there stood all the teachers before us. We were horror stricken but only for a moment, and in a short while, people passing the streets saw several teachers standing erect in front of several trees. They could not imagine why but, at second glance, saw a long rope wrapped very artistically around the tree and also, a teacher. Who were the leaders in all this? Why, the Sophomores, of course. After this frolic we settled down to hard, earnest work, for we knew in a few more months we would climb to the next niche in the educational wall. Finally examinations were over and we prepared to leave once more. With many handshakes, good wishes, and hopes to meet again as Juniors next year, we scat- tered to our homes. Once more the wheel of time made its round and we found ourselves again at our dear college to face the responsibility of Juniors. Of necessity the Junior year was more quiet than the Sophomore or Freshman, because we had passed from the rainbow days of our incipiency into a more sober realization of the work that lay before us. We had only nine Juniors, but we were willing to face any difficulty and we did not care if the other classes did call us “uppish” or “con- ceited”; we worked with all our might, and we are sure we accomplished great things. Four years have passed and we are now Seniors. When we arrived at col- lege in September we were sorry to find that some of our classmates had failed to come back. Only five of us—all girls—are left. However, we have set our faces toward the future with a determination to win or die. The other classes are somewhat envious of us this year because we, being Seniors, have Senior privileges, such as keeping on our lights after light bell, going on long strolls, and—having young men callers once a month, when such calls are sought very eagerly. We have felt our importance and I think the people of Wilson have also, for didn’t they entertain at the college in honor of the Senior Class? and didn’t they have the Wilson Orchestra for our pleasure? The A. C. C. boys have also known our importance, for they gave 11s a grand reception over at their home. We have enjoyed this year more than we can ever tell. But, now that we are drawing- near the close of our college days at dear old A. C. C., each one has the feeling that our past efforts have been successful, and that we are better prepared for the battles of life. The goal of our ambition has been reached: we are now ready to graduate into the trials and joys of life, and as each of us goes his separate direc- tion, we hope to scatter sunshine and happiness to all the world. Often in the future we shall turn again the pages of memory and live over in our dreams the hours we have so happily spent together. And so, dear friends, we leave Atlantic Christian College, our dear old Alma Mater, which has become so dear to each of our hearts. There is not a spot, not even a leaf or the tiniest bud around this campus, which is not sacred to each member of our Class. Historian. Senior Class Prophecy After many fruitless invocations to those weird sisters who control the des- tinies of human beings, I decided to give up the task and let the future of the Class of Nineteen Hundred and Thirteen portray itself in its own good time and place. For how could I prophesy without help more than mortals could render? So one warm, bright day in the latter part of January, not having anything in particular to do, I made my way to the woods that lay back of the plantation. This woods was composed of tall pines which spread a bright, hopeful green over the gray skeletonlike limbs of birch, oak, and hickory and screened their hopeless attitude from the distant observer. The sunlight came flickering down, softened to a gray twilight. Into this refuge of solitude I plunged, awaking echoes with every step among the thickly strewn dry leaves. Presently I reached my favorite seat beneath a large ancient hickory that stood on the bank of a little stream which trickled down and flowed into the mill stream a few hundred feet distant. Seated here, listening to the softened roar of the old mill, I suddenly came to myself by the falling of a large bright hickory nut. Glancing up, I saw a saucy gray squirrel who eyed me enviously as I picked up the nut and proceeded to crack it upon a large root of the tree with an ancient pine knot. Suddenly, I jumped and stood trembling, not with fear, but with surprised delight; for on the root, with spreading wings, were five of the daintiest, airiest little fairies, deli- cately colored—blue, white, yellow, lavender, and crimson respectively. They few in a circle from right to left, forming a most exquisite rainbow. Then they disappeared and I was left to listen to the crooning melody of the mill. A moment later the one in white returned and poised herself gracefully before me. Opening a tiny book, she read: “After leaving A. C. C., Sallie Bridges’ love of a practical life caused her to take a special course in millinery. Having finished this course, she found profit- able employment in several small towns for a number of years. Finally, when she had gained sufficient experience and capital, she established a business for herself in one of our prosperous western towns. Now, she is sole proprietor of one of the largest and most fashionable millinery establishments in New Orleans. They say her husband is a very gallant Scott. Then she folded her book and departed with a very knowing little nod. Then without any ceremony the fairy in crimson approached, carrying a tiny crystal which, while I looked, seemed to grow larger and more luminous. Pres- ently I saw a large, magnificent audience, breathlessly listening to the rendition of one of Bach’s selections. The pianist was none other than my accomplished friend, Elsie Langley. The fairy turned the crystal and looking again I saw a multitude of women listening to a suffragist’s speech. Upon closer examination I saw that the speaker was Elsie and that she carried a pennant on which were the words, “Woodrow Wilson for President of United States for the third term.” It was then I real- ized the true worth of oratory and that woman’s sphere is not confined to her own fireside. Before I had time to recover my thoughts, the fairy in blue had taken the crystal and was twirling it lightly with one hand. Then bringing it to a rest, I saw, on a sandy shore under a great bamboo tree, a crowd of eager brown faces apparently listening to the words of a neat little brown eyed girl, who seemed to be reading to them. Then the scene changed and I saw Eunice Andrews seated under a palm tree looking intently at what looked like the form of a man in the distance. As he came nearer, I recognized that he bore that indefinable stamp and carriage of a minister, besides that unmistakable air by which I would recog- nize my old school friend, Kenneth Bowen, anywhere. Putting two and two together I decided that they were missionaries on one of the islands of the Pacific Ocean. Next came the fairy in yellow bearing a tiny note sealed and addressed to me. Opening it, I read: “For a long time we were undecided as to whether or not Susie Gray should study for a trained nurse and be associated for life with a cer- tain young surgeon. Finally we saw that her splendid home advantages and con- genial social surroundings had fitted her especially as the dainty little butterfly who could lead awkward and diffident young men in the art of taking graceful steps and making fancy figures under the influence of alluring music.” Lastly appeared the fairy in lavender, gaily waving a bright colored cane. Stationing herself before me, she began by saying: “You dream of a neat and attractive country home, but ambition and a desire to see the outside world will overrule your dreams. So, after leaving A. C. C., you will go to Brooklyn and take a course in Domestic Science. Then instead of teaching in the State School, as you had intended, you will marry a jolly old widower.” Prophet. Last Will and Testament of Senior Class We, the Senior Class of A. C. C., realizing that our life is almost spent and the end approaching, believing that we are as sane as could be expected, remem- bering the zeros, demerits, cross eyes and scowls that have been directed towards us, do hereby solemnly bequeath our college possessions: Article I: To the Senior Class of 1914 we give our places in college, those privileges, duties and requirements which hitherto we have not enjoyed. The said privileges are not to be abused in any way and each Senior must comply with Mrs. Barham’s ideal of a ‘‘dignified young lady.” Article II: To the Juniors of 1914 we bequeath the privilege and duty to entertain the Seniors at a banquet ; the said duty must be complied with more eagerly and punctually than in the preceding years. Article III: To Mr. and Mrs. Barham we bequeath all fresh and lively girls with the request that they become dignified young ladies, reflecting the spirit and teachings of their worthy advisors. Article IV: To Miss Jennings we give all round shouldered, crooked, drooped, timid or drooping headed girls, also all possessing deformities in the way of crook- edness, with the demerits required as a cure for the said diseases, on condition that she transform them into beautiful, entertaining, attractive, and well carried young ladies. Article V: To the classes who follow, we give all “demerits” and “zeros” which heretofore have been our own, excepting Miss Salmon’s “zeros” on class, which we feel honor bound and desire to keep with sacred remembrance of those missed lessons and the results. The said “demerits” must be used very care- fully and economically lest at any time the supply may run short. Article VI: To Miss Fannie Harper, our Math teacher, who always makes all plane figures solid in the pupil’s memory, and all solid figures plain to their understanding, we bequeath all hard propositions in college, requesting that the solutions of the above propositions be made plain. Article VII: To the A. C. C. dormitory boys we give all social periods, enter- tainments, banquets, etc., they desire for one year, a bearer for every note, an opportunity for making any dates, and last, but not least, a barrier (Miss Smith) to Cupid’s designs, providing each one of those timid creatures who are afraid to speak to a girl provide themselves with a young lady as companion at each social period. If the said condition is not met within two months of the school year the said property is bequeathed to the girls. Article VIII: To Claire Hodges we bequeath all onions that may be bought or sent to the college, requesting that she eat them all without murmuring or complaining. Article IX: To Hattie Hodges we bequeath the college cat, desiring that she watch her constantly, incessantly pet her, and daily teach her cunning tricks. If this she does not desire to do, we bequeath the said cat to Harriet Settle. Article X: To Agnes Spain and Horace Settle we bequeath our sincere wishes for a long and happy life, an earnest desire that their lives may be full of sun- shine with not one cloud to mar the beauty of the sunshiny day, nor one sorrow to burden their affectionate hearts. Article XI: To the breakers of any of the rules we bequeath one decigram of demerits, one gram of absences, one centimeter of tardies, one kilogram of “cur- tain lectures ’ and the chance of going home. Article XII: To Spruill Spain we bequeath one Cannon (Sudie May) to be loved, honored and cherished, providing that she will accept him. If the said condition is not met, we do hereby declare this item null and void. Article XIII: To W. B. Rice and Lee Sadler we bequeath all girls desirous of flirting, providing the boys sustain their past record, lest from lack of practice and nonusage they should be deprived of their present occupation at college. Article XIV: To Miss Smith and Mrs. Farmer we do hereby solemnly be- queath all crumbs that may be left on the tables, all beef bones and “left overs,” that they may be made into hash; also all prune seed and bread crusts for pud- dings. If the said property is not accepted we bequeath the student body better board. Article XV: To Joel Vause we bequeath one pound of control of temper, one ounce of practice and one grain of will power, requesting that he use the same at next contest; if the said condition is not met, we fear he may receive a whip- ping. Article XVI: To the would be strollers we bequeath the sidewalk lying fifteen links west of the Girl’s Home; beginning at a certain telegraph pole forty links six chains to the north of the building and continuing in a “bee line” thirty links eight chains to a certain pole with fire alarm box; thence eastward sixty links five chains to corner of President’s Home; thence a direct angle to the col- lege door, including more or less than stated. If this privilege is abused, we bequeath those from whom such offenses come one demerit for each abuse. Article XVII: To the baseball team we bequeath our sincere wishes for suc- cess, our loyal support as we have given in the past(?) May victory ever crown their earnest efforts! Article XVIII: In addition to those previously given we bequeath to our college five alumnae, the said alumnae being five virgins, graduates of 1913, and constituting the Senior Class. The said alumnae must meet the requirements of a typical old maid school teacher. Article XIX: To the future gentlemen callers of A. C. C., we bequeath one hundred questions as to his relationship to the one upon whom he is calling, one half dozen calls from the Lady Principal during his visit, one rope tied across entrance door, one misplacement of their hats and overcoats, one rapid but excited chat and lastly one leave of absence promptly at ten o’clock. Mr. Lucas and Mr. Lamb must not be considered heirs of this property. Article XX: To our Alma Mater we bequeath our sacred thoughts, many precious memories, a spirit of gratitude, a heart full of love and a sincere longing that it may ever be a college widely known and appreciated. Article XXI: To Doctor Caldwell, our beloved President, we give our grati- tude and love on one condition—that he accept it. Our pleasant memories, our future thoughts, and our sincere love we do hereby bequeath him. Having made the above disposition of our possession, we hereby appoint Dr. J. C. Caldwell and Mr. C. M. Farmer executors of this our Last Will and Testa- ment. In witness whereof we have hereunto placed our signatures, this the twenty-eighth day of May, in the year of our Lord, one thousand, nine hundred and thirteen. (Signed): Sallie Lewis Bridges Lillie Hewitt Elsie Glenn Langley Eunice Andrews Susie Gray Woodard Post Graduate Students ANNA ESTELLE GRIFFIN Expression, 1 1 AGNES SPAIN Music, 1 2 HORACE H. SETTLE A.It., ’12 KENNETH B. BOWEN A.B., ’12 JAMES J. WALKER A.B., ’12 Atlantic Christian College Library J ilson, N. C Among the Faculty Juniors Junior Class Motio: The love of study leads us. Flower: Poppy Colors'. Red and black Yell: Seniors, Seniors! You move on— We’ll be here When you are gone! Officers Ben Oden............................................................................President Susie Proctor..................................................................Vice-President Marie Bailey..........................................................Secretary and Treasurer Elsie Pugh...........................................................................Histonan Hayes Farish.............................................................................Poet Members Bailey, Marie Brooks, Mamie Farish, Hayes Oden, Ben Privette, Alice Proctor, Earl Proctor, Susie Pugh, Elsie Wells, Ratheryn Wells, Blanche Junior Class Poem All hail the Juniors! We are here! Three years we’ve fought without a fear Of being ‘'flunked” or set aside By those whom we have sought as guide. So, now, beneath the Red and Black We press our way without a slack Of purpose or of motive pure, And “Junior,” now, spells vict’ry sure. The Poppy is our flower bright ; Hard have we fought to do the right. Our motto is one glorious— “The love of study”—it “leads us.” Our records we will write today; As college life ebbs fast away, Far into the azure hue ’Bove the earth in Heaven’s blue. Therefore, “Seniors, you move on, We’ll be here when you are gone” To see that school life is sustained By every standard we’ve maintained. Poet. History of Junior Class In September, 1910, we registered seventeen of the greenest Freshies that ever roamed a college campus, and though the title of “greenie” was presented to us, and being constantly sprinkled with salt, made us feel our importance no less. It was not until several of the Sophomores had been hazed that we felt like the greatest part of our aim had been accomplished. But in May we came to the conclusion that hazing was not all, that there were three harder years to contend with. September, 1911, found us back again, and oh! so proud to know that we would no longer bear the title of “Greenie” and “Freshie.” This year was spent in hard, earnest study, because there seemed to be something beyond our power which made us strive with a great determination to succeed. September, 1912, found us on our upward march once more. We felt now that the goal had almost been attained. Each one had the word “Succeed” written on his heart, and worked accordingly. Efforts were put forth to pro- duce greater results than had ever been produced by a Junior Class before. Each succeeding year has found the number of our class decreasing until there are only ten of us left to strive for the much coveted diploma. However, with our small number we elected class officers and set diligently to work. A Junior is noted for his skillfulness and capacity for assimilating knowledge. So, possessing these qualities, we applied ourselves diligently to work, gaining “suc- cess” known only to the teachers. The discouragements during the year were many, and though there were “Brooks” to cross, and “ Wells” to dig, the leaders never faltered, but struggled to arouse enthusiasm which was lacking in the greatest majority. As the time grew closer discouragements increased, and the goal seemed farther away. But suddenly the leader came forth with such a command to march that no one dared to disobey. Every one is. proud of the record made this year, and now we stand on the border of the Senior Class, with great anticipations. Historian. The Administration Building Sophomore Sophomore Glass Flower: Violet Fannie Moye____ William Rice . . . Bessie Hodges . . Spruill Spain . .. Bessie Latham. .. Henrietta Moye Motto: “Not at the top, but climbing” Colors: Leaf green and violet purple Yell: Rah, Rah, Rah! Purple and green. Vive la! Vive la! Aren’t we a team? Hoopla! Walla, Zipla Gee! The big Fourteen of A. C. C. Officers .....President Vice-President .....Secretary .... Treasurer ..........Poet . . . . Historian Members Applewhite, Anna Cox, William Harrington, Velma Hodges, Bessie Hodges, Hattie Lang, Vernice Latham, Bessie Moye, Fannie Moye, Henrietta Noble, Vera Rawlings, Sarah Rice, William Smith, Mary Belle Spain, Spruill History of the Sophomore Class One day in the fall of 1911 a crowd of girls and boys entered Atlantic Chris- tian College highly elated with the prospect of life in a real college. You see, we had never wandered far from the side of “mamma” so we thought college was a place where we could have just a jolly good time. But we were soon to know otherwise, for nobody noticed us and the. “ Sophs ” looked down on us with haughty disdain. The first week or two we lived in constant fear of the “ Sophs, ” for we had heard of the tricks played upon poor unassuming little “Freshies.” At any time of the night we might be heard sobbing pitifully for “home.” But after a few weeks of midnight calls by the “Sophs” we became accustomed to them, and one morning ventured out on the campus where we formed ourselves into an organization for our own protection. After this we grew in knowledge until we felt almost as important as the imposing Seniors. In the fall of the next year we returned, not as poor little “Freshies” now, but as important Soph-o-mores. We numbered only fourteen, yet we had strong determination and stout hearts and our class has never been surpassed—we think. Our first few days were spent in laughing at the “Freshies” who walked about looking like stray chickens. We could not resist the temptation to tease and torment them, although we had suffered the same experience a year previous. We are allowed more privileges than we were last year for the Faculty knows that they can depend on us. The Juniors seem to know it too, for they leave all of the work for us to do. But we don’t mind that, now, because ever since we came here we have been working. Never call a “Soph” a midnight feaster or a runaway, for those are not his professions. He is here to do all of the sub- stantial work while the others carouse. Anyone that knows us knows that we are both “useful” and “ornamental.” Our band is composed of dramatists, musicians, artists, and pursuers of classical arts, of whom we feel justly proud. Watch us and you will see that we will astonish the world some day by our bril- liancy. The Sophomore Class of this year is the first in the history of the college to make a class gift to the college. No one had any idea that we harbored such a thought until we revealed to the Faculty that we had, out of the fullness of our hearts and the brilliance of our brains, formed the project of giving a set of books to the college, and out of our “filled” and “overflowing” pockets had carried it through. We have established a precedent and we hope that our successors will in the future carry out the splendid idea. We have now been in college a year and a half, and are steadily approaching the goal toward which we are aiming. Next year all of us hope to return and make a record that will go down in the annals of the college as the best class that has has ever left this school. Historian. Sophomore Class Poem To the Sophomore Class of ’13, Composed of ’leven girls and three boys The longest and best toast is given To wish us the greatest of joys. Last year we were “freshies” and “greenies” And had to take all things in fun. But now things have changed and it’s different, We’re respected and laughed at by none. “We’re not at the top but climbing”— By our motto wre’ll show them who’s who; We’ll show those to come and those who have gone The proper and right thing to do. The purple and green are our colors Of which we are proud, every one, And we’re going to stand by them forever ’Til the laurels and vict’ries are won. And if grim determination and grit Will bring 11s the fame we desire We’ll get it, of course, we will get it If all have to wade through the fire. Poet. Apologies to D. Q. Rossetti. Boys’ Dormitory Flower: Goldenrod Colors: Gold and black Freshman Class ♦ Motto: Climb the rocks though they be rugged. Yell: Glickety glack, glickety glee! We’re the Freshmen of A. C. C. Glickety glack, glickety glow, We’re sure to come out at the head of the row. Officers Luther Mattox Jessie Hodges. . J . B. Eure... Maude Russell Sallie Hadley. James Davis. . . . .....President Vice-President .....Secretory .... Treasurer .... Historiaii ..........Poet Members Cannon, Irma Cannon, Sudie May Chestnutt, Will a Davis, James Eure, J. B. Hackney, Sudie Hadley, Sallie Hodges, Jessie Holton, Sallie McDaniel, Lyrl Manning, Fannie Mattox, Luther Midyette, Emlyn Murrill, Addie Mae Russell, Maude Smith, May Starr, Annie Watson, Mary Belle Weeks, Lena Whitley, Ruth Freshman Class Poem “Freshie”! “Greenie”! that’s the cry That haunts our ears as days go by, Just like those “Sophs’’ had never known What it was once to have been shown The stove polish and paste for shoes With threats that they dared not refuse. We know that we are Freshmen, true, But we’re not worse “Sophs” than were you. We’ll write our fame in lines of gold Upon the records of A. C. bold; But we’ve not seen so much you did That you our efforts should deride. We have a class that’s passing fair— Our girls of gold or raven hair In college life take a firm stand; Our boys complete the happy band And make school life something worth while. We never frown but always smile At every hard, stupendous task That we to do are ever ask’d. Our work so well always we’ve done That we are sure that we have won A place by others unattained, And by this standard we’ve remained. So now, good comrades, one and all, As we from line next May shall fall, Let us resolve that we will take The Sophomore duties, and then make A record that will far outshine Those made by others—though they’re fine; So come and let us joyfully sing As we in line for duty swing. X Y. Freshman Class History On September the tenth, nineteen hundred and twelve, the doors of A. C. C. were thrown open, and the merry laughter, ringing through the halls, proved that vacation was over, and all had returned to take up the studies and pleas- ures which they had dropped only a few months before. Among the many that assembled there were a few who for the first time were standing on the untried shores of college life. As it happened the writer was among the few. We were as green as the grass under our feet, but we have proven to the “Sophs” that we will not be “evergreens.” Soon we took up our studies, and became acquainted with our classmates, and were wrapped up in the pleasures, the work, and the play, of student life. At times there were some difficulties in our work, yet we did, under each circum- stance, often realize the truth of the following lines: “So much to do that is not e’en begun, So much to hope for that we can not see, So much at stake to win, So many things to be.” We banded ourselves together and were ready and willing to face any difficulties, and as we grew to know each other better we became staunch friends and loyal classmates. The fall term passed rapidly and pleasantly enough. Christmas came and went only too quickly, and now the midterm exams having been passed, and for the first time our minds being freed of their numerous burdens, and we begin to long for our well deserved vacation. As we are drawing near the end of the term, triumphant in the feeling that our past efforts have been successful, and happy in the realization that when our year’s tasks are completed we will return to our homes, elated over our success, and will make ready to enter our names next term in the joyful band of Sophomores. Historian. Superlatives Boys Girls Handsomest: Feed Henry Most Athletic: “Bun” Hearne Most religious: John Waters Most bashful: William Cox Most “Cannon-ic”: Spruill Spain Most gallant: Leon Shields Most “ferocious” preacher: J. J. Walker Most “brainy”: K. B. Bowen Most fascinating: Mr. Sparrow Most popular: Jack Taylor Most petted: Robert Collins Greatest “spout”: Lynwood Perkins Most “love-sick lad”: “Jimmie” Davis Greatest flirt: Will Rice “Fattest” flirt: Ralph Wilkerson Wittiest: “Tiny” Stuart Most energetic: Hayes Farish Tallest: “Mutt” Wright Moore Shortest: “Jeff” Rosser Lane Best “all-round”: Harry Taylor Most beautiful: Eunice Andrews Most enthusiastic “Fan”: Vernice Lang Most athletic: Annie Starr Most practical: Henrietta Moye Most sentimental: Ella Hackney Most “settled”: Agnes Spain Most susceptible: WlLLA CHESTNUTT Most gentle: Marie Bailey Most dignified: Sallie Bridges Most bashful: Jessie Hodges Most un-politic: Susie Gray Woodard Most graceful: Almira Woodard Reddest headed: Bessie Latham Greatest flirt: Mildred Carr Greatest chatterbox: Annie Deans Best dancer: Blanche Wells Most fascinating: Annie May Corbett Tallest: Lill Chapman Shortest: Mamie Brooks Best “all-round”: Bess Hackney Third and Fourth Year Preparatory Classes Motto: Advancing but not drifting Class Flower: Sweet Pea Class Colors: Lavender and white Yell: Look out, Freshman, we are here! The Preps of the Third and Fourth Year. Organization Claire Hodges. . . Hazel Armstrong. Harry Taylor. . . . Leon G. Shields. .. Hattie Mewborne Joseph E. Smith. . . .....President Vice-President .....Secretary .... Treasurer ..........Poet . . . Historian Register Andrews, Hall Armstrong, Hazel Barrington, Meta Bishop, Edward Brown, Sybil Cara wan, Claude Chapman, Jack Chapman, Lill Hackney, Ella Hodges, Claire Johnston, Pearl Jones, Lutie Jones, Samuel Lane, Rosser Leggett, Chauncey Marlowe, AY. A. Mattox, Oscar Mewborne, Hattie Moore, W. T. Quinerly, Elizabeth Richardson, Mary Shields, L. G. Smith, J. E. Taylor, Harry Taylor, Jack C. Topping, Raleigh L. Vatjse, Joel E. Waters, J. M. Williams, Ruth Third and Fourth Year Preparatory Class Poem Of all the joys which I can boast Are the college days and the daily toast Of the faithful “Preps,” so loyal and true, Striving to wear colors of white and blue. The Sophs’ and the Juniors’ bantering taunts Are the terrors of our pleasure haunts, And the gracious Seniors, with a lenient air, Often smile, relieving our care. And teachers tired and impatient in look, When instead of lessons we play rook, Thought our finish to bring about And that they did without a doubt. sighing for Commencement day shman year we pray; resolve anew, work the whole year through. To the wonderful goal we are steadily creeping, Despite all the sermons Geometry is preaching; Through the four years we may be shifting, But hope to steadily advance without drifting. Poet. And longing and To begin the Fre Then with living We’ll constantly History of the Third and Fourth Year Preparatory Class Out of the innumerable number of boys and girls who usually launch out in the world, seeking an education, twenty-eight third and fourth year “Preps’7 landed at A. C. C. to fight, first, for existence—for you know to the new boy and girl college fare is a dangerous enemy, one has to be reinforced hourly to keep from perishing; secondly, for leadership in their classes. Many have gained this—in their own estimation. Not only in books do they like to lead, but in the field of flirtation many are leaders. Cupid has also been playing an important part in this class, as he usually does at this age of boys and girls. It takes time for some to get over a social period, and especially so if “he is lonesome.” Thirdly, resolved to be leaders on the campus, and are doing so as long as we are the best runners. We are ably represented in the college ball team, for we are always ready to run. This class likes to run so well that one of our number ran his tongue enough to win in the oratorical contest of February 22. Not only are our boys represented in every phase of college life, but our girls are equally if not better represented. They take an active part in the athletics of the school and are thereby growing mentally and physically. In the class- room they are also leaders, for you know girls generally leave first. Our girls are so intellectual that we chose one for President of our class—an honor of which she is justly proud. This class is very proud of their work and everything per- taining to it except their name. The thing that terrifies the class most is the name “Prep.” There is trouble if it is attached to anything, for “Prep Rhetoric” is a greater punish- ment than visiting Dr. Caldwell. Another trouble in being a Prep is the ques- tion, by a stranger, “To what class do you belong?” At the beginning of the Spring Semester many new pupils arrived, one of whom was approached by a Prep and asked to what class he belonged. The new pupil replied that he was a Senior. On hearing this the “Prep” sought another part of the campus. You know Seniors do not look like they have ever been Preps. But we were very glad to learn that the new pupil was a Senior “Prep” and a member of our class. Historian. First and Second Year Preparatory Glass Motto: Never despair Colors: Green and pink Flower: Pink carnation Class Yell: Bum ba racker, bum ba racker, bum ba racker re, Ripper zipper, ripper zipper, ripper zipper zee! Who are we? We are the Preps of A. C. C. Eunice Woodard W. H. Marler. . Thelma Hodge. . Milburn Bishop. A. C. Fodrey. .. . Officers .........President .... Vice-President Secretary- Treasurer ..............Poet .........Historian Class Roll Barnes, Belle Annie Barnes, Wiley Burbage, Reatha Burton, Edna Carr, Mildred Clark, Bessie Corbett, Annie May Cox, Cora Deans, Annie Fields, Ila Godley, Lula Grady, Pattie Hackney, Lula Harper, Mildred Hodge, Thelma Johnson, Flossie Kincaid, Roselyn Noble, Nettie Rawls, Belle Reel, Vera Shives, Margaret Woodard, Almira Woodard, Eunice Bishop, Milburn Cara wan, Ralph Collins, Robert CoNGLETON, WlLBUR Cozart, Tom Draughon, Larry Fodrey, A. C. Horne, Fred Lingan, Edwin Lovette, John McMillan, George Marler, W. H. Mayo, William Oden, George Pridgen, Thomas Riley, Arthur Sadler, McGruder Sawyer, William Sullivan, Henry Whorton, Leamon Wilkinson, Ralph t Sub-Prep Poem They tell me I this poem must write, And though I’ve tried with all my might I just can’t make a single rhyme. The meter is all out of time! It seems they want me to give balm And Gilead, baby '‘Preps” to calm; But who could hush the wail and cry Of babies, though hard one may try? I fear that any verse I make Will only tend their souls to shake And mortify them much, so That faster, faster, tears will flow. They call us Preps” and babies” too, Although to them no harm we do; And yet we think we’re awful nice— Demerits we’ve had but once or twice. It’s true that far from Ma” are we, And yet contented we would be If only other naughty reps” Would just forget that we are Preps. But not always has it thus been ’Cause better days have we once seen, And there are still good ones to come ’Cause we will soon be going some.” We here will take our stand next year Without a single dread or fear Of hitting e’er below the mark Others have made, no, not a spark! And now we tell you, one and all, That when we answer to the call We’ll put you Senior Preps” to shame, And make you envious of our fame. X. Y. History of the First and Second Year Preparatory Class On the twelfth of September, 1912, while the fields of the “Old North State” were in full bloom with abundant crops, we, a band of forty-two boys and girls, came to Atlantic Christian College to launch out on an educational career. We, not being the wisest of the wise, were not classed with the learned, but were put in the First and Second Year “Prep” Classes. This, however, did not retard our ambitions, but, on the other hand, we resolved to stand on our own merits. At a later date, when it became necessary for us to organize in order that our names might appear in this book, we met in the “Circular Room” and organized, “First and Second Year Preparatory Class.” Although we have been in school but a short time, we have realized that in order for us to get an education, which is the most needed thing in life, it is neces- sary for us to depend on our own ability. Each one of us, most surely, has friends in school that are higher in books than we are, and they would very readily give us aid should we seek such, but that would not increase our knowledge as rapidly as we desire. We also know that we are as capable of developing ourselves as they were, when they were no farther advanced in books than we are. We realize that “the boys and girls of today will be men and women of to- morrow.” We also know that the men that rule this country today will tomorrow be moldering in the grave, and we may be called to take their places. So we are studying early and late that we may be prepared for the occasion. Here is to the boys and girls that are in a higher class, that think they are learned, but some of we “Preps” will be in the bunch when the battle has been fought and won. Here is to the student that sits up late and learns by midnight oil, of whom the others make light; but later in life these “others” will see that he has won a great fight. Historian. Character Sketches of A. C. C. Boys and Girls “A proper maid as one shall see on a summer’s day”—Nettie Noble. “Pleasure and action make the hours seem short”—McGruder Sadler. “She is not yet so old but she may learn”—Reatha Burbage. “I have resolved to grow fat and look young till forty”—Fred Horne. “A sunbeam on a winter’s day”—Mary Richardson. “The innocent and gay”—Flossie Johnson. “Thou art the Mars of malcontents”—Chauncey Leggett. “The gentle mind by gentle deeds is known”—Fannie Manning. “Lowliness is young ambition’s ladder”—Jack Chapman. “Constant as the Northern Star”—Lillie Snead. “Thy modesty is a candle to thy worth”—Maud Russell. “Cleanliness is next to godliness”—Jim Davis. “There buds the promise of celestial worth”—Lula Hackney. “Genteel in personage, conduct and equipage”—Tom Cozart. “Heaven bless thee! Thou hast the sweetest face I ever looked upon”—Almira Woodard. “The rude sea grew civil at her song”—Anna Applewhite. “Virtue is bold and goodness never failing”—Jack Taylor. “And true she is, as she has proved herself”—Eunice Woodard. “I’ll not budge an inch”—Ralph Wilkerson. “A golden nest to entrap the hearts of men”—Cora Cox. “Age cannot wither her nor custom stale her infinite vanity—Mildred Carr. “Lord, I wonder what a fool it was that first invented kissing”—Luther Mattox. “Is she not passing fair?”—Lyrl McDaniels. “A quiet conscience makes one serene”—Emlyn Midyette. “Whatever is worth doing at all is worth doing well”—Oscar Mattox. “I think it so because I think it so”—Joel Vause. “One in charity with the world”—Bettie Cahoon. “I see the truth and I approve it too”—Wiley Davis. “As chaste as unsunned snow”—Vera Noble. “Her rapt soul sitting in her eyes”—Ila Fields. “A daring pilot in extremity”—Claude Cara wan. “Hail fellow, well met”—Hall Andrews. “Who chooseth me must hazard all he hath”—Pearl Johnston. “I’ll live in the crowd of jollity”—Leon Shields. “The heart to conceive, the understanding to direct, the hand to execute”—Edward Bishop. “There’s nothing ill can dwell in such a temple”—John Waters. “And keep the palace of the soul serene”—Vera Reel. “I profess not talking”—Edward Lingan. “What, my Lady Disdain, are you still living?”—Pattie Grady. “The very pink of perfection”—Ethel Barefoot. “First in truth, in work, in healthful play”—Mildred Harper. “And mistress of herself tho’ China fall”—Lula Godley. “A caste of thought upon her face, studious to please”—Lill Chapman. “Hospitality sitting with gladness”—Ella Hackney. “The fair, the chaste, the inexpressible she”—Annie May Corbett. “A moral, sensible, well bred maid”—Bessie Clark. “I am nothing if not critical”—Lutie Jones. ‘Tn every gesture dignity and love”—Sallie Holton. “My heart is as true as steel”—Fred Henry. “The mildest manner with the bravest mind”—Henry Sullivan. “Looks commercing with the skies”—Sarah Rawlings. “ ’Tis good will makes intelligence”—Sam Jones. “I’m in charity with the world”—Mr. Fodrey. “Neat not gaudy”—Ralph Cara wan. “Infinite riches in little room”—Annie Deans. “I have immortal longings within me”—Geo. Oden. “But ne’er the rose without the thorn”—Rosalind Kincaid. “This is the very ecstacy of love”—Willie Sawyer. “The daintiest last, to the end most sweet”—Annie Starr. “He is never alone who is accompanied with good thoughts”—Thos. Pridgen. “True as the needle to the pole”—A. H. Swain. “Young in limbs, in judgment old”—John Lovett. “With the smile that was childlike and bland”—Leamon Wharton. “Where the stream runneth smoothest, the water is deepest”—Wilbur Congleton. “Plow deep while sluggards sleep”—David Oden. “Like some fair flower the early spring supplies”—Meta Barrington. “Pleasant and capable of sober thought”—W. H. Marler. “Good to be merry and wise”—Robert Collins. Les Enfants dans la Litterateur Francaise Motto: “Pour y Parvenir.” Fleur: La Rose. Couleurs: Blanche et jaune. Monsieur Guillaume Cox.....................................Presidente Mademoiselle Hattie Hodges.................................... ice-P residente Mademoiselle Henrietta Moye................................Secretaire Mademoiselle Sudie Hackney..................................Trcsorier Mademoiselle Lillian Chapman Monsieur Jacques Davis Monsieur Sam Jones Mademoiselle Fannie Moye Mademoiselle Vera Noble Mademoiselle Elsie Pugii Mademoiselle Susie Proctor Mademoiselle Elizabeth Quinerly Mademoiselle Marie Belle Watson Mademoiselle Harriett Settle Mademoiselle Ruth Williams Mademoiselle Lyrle McDaniel Mademoiselle Sarah Rawlings Mademoiselle Mai Smith Der Deutsche Verein Wahlspruch: Es bildet ein Talent sich in der Stille, Sich ein charakter in dem Strom der Welt. —Goethe. Lied Deutschland, Deutschland iiber alles, iiber alles in der Welt, Wenn es stets zu Schutz und Trutze briiderlich zusammen halt. Blume: Tulpe. Farben: Rot, Weiss und Schwaz. Die Offiziere Fraulein Settle . .. Fraulein Andrews Fraulein Chestnutt Fraulein Hackney ....President Vize-Pr d sident .....Sekretdr . S chat zmeis ter Fraulein Settle Fraulein Langley Fraulein Brooks Fraulein Lang Fraulein Andrews Fraulein Chestnutt Fraulein Hackney Fraulein Johnston Chemistry Class Sallie Bridges: “Do all sulphur compounds smell like that?” James Davis: “SO2 dissolved in water makes it aciduous!” Sallie Hadley: “I ought to smile.” Bessie Hodges: “I did study before coming to class.” Jessie Hodges: “I believe I can.” Rosser Lane: “What is its valence?” Vernice Lang: “What did I say?” Fannie Manning: “Is it----------?” Luther Mattox: I don’t understand; I didn’t have the first of the book.” Wright T. Moore: “The study of chemistry is beneficial.” Henrietta Moye (After using talcum liberally adulterated with nitrate of silver): “Why! Professor, my fingers are black!” Spruill Spain: “I am the only boy.” Annie Starr: “Would you use more sulphurated hydrogen?” Jack Taylor: “By sparking nitrogen and hydrogen ammonia is found.” Mary Belle Watson: “An insoluble precipitate.” Business Department X. L. Perkins, President Ellen Rae Privette, Secretary and Treasurer Motto: Not by whom, but in what manner the business is done Colors: Silver gray and scarlet Yell: We are it! we are it! Do we doubt it? Not a bit! Aye, aye, aye! We, we, we! The business students of A. C. C. Members A. H. Swain S. M. SlLVERTHORN Gertrude Davenport Lula Whitehurst Marie Barden Emlyn Midyette Ellen Rae Privette Edwin Bishop H. Sitterson X. L. Perkins G. W. Barnes J. W. Corbett D. B. Oden Miss Mamie Roberson. Instructor in Shorthand Miss Meriam Stancill, Instructor in Bookkeeping Pictures of Midwinter Firelight The writer had gone out of the Banquet Hall, where mirth and joy had been overflowing and good cheer had prevailed all of a joyous evening through; where had been gathered some of America’s noblest sons and many of her fairest, purest, truest daughters. Entering the confines of his own den, which was cheered by the sparkle of a brilliant grate fire, casting its reflection of light and shadows upon the floor and forming, it seemed, familiar faces in the glimmer and sparkle of its flame, the author did not mar the bewitching beaut}' of this scene by turning on a light, but pulled a big armchair before the open fire, and sat there gazing into its light, and soon began admiring the pictures that presented themselves dreamily in the glowing flames. There came before him, awakening happy memories of a summer that was past—a season of long drives, moonlight strolls and side porch tete a fetes, the face of Ruth Whitley,— Who lives not to herself alone But e’er delights in battles won; And so, as on through life she goes, The radiance of the service glows. While gazing upon this picture a log turned, causing a profusion of sparkling and crackling, which eclipsed the face that so lately appeared there. When the flames glowed steadily again there appeared the form of a handsome blonde with rosy cheeks and sparkling eyes. Upon this the writer gazed intently, but briefly was he kept in doubt because he soon recognized the fea- tures of one whom he had known intimately but for a short time; yet she had often haunted his dreams; the beam of her smile had lightened his heart and the sparkle of her eye penetrated his soul. This was the face of Claire Hodges, who— The softness of her rich, sweet smile The moonbeams’ mellow rays beguile; The music of her voice each day Outrings the robin’s roundelay. Shifting his position slightly the writer lost sight of this face and as he searched for it among the glowing embers there appeared another image which he at once detected as the image of a staunch, true supporter in every line of society work and college life; one who is faithful, tried and true, one with ideals and opinions and enough womanhood to support them. It was the face of Fannie Moye: As constant as the stars that shine, Through college life she goes Each task to her you may assign In triumph she will close. Then the picture faded and there came into view the face of one whom he had known for- mally summers, both as country lass and as seashore girl. She was of the true artist type as she posed in the grate before him. The image he recognized to be that of Eunice Andrews, in whom The artist’s touch is manifest In every movement of her hand. Esthetical of soul exprest, High in the realms of art she’ll stand. This image gave way to one that was expressive of strength of character, goodness and fine qualities, which attracted the dreamer’s attention. As he gazed upon its features he soon recog- nized the face of Sallie Holton, who, In work or play, the same each day, Her smile beams forth o’er all life’s way. She is in love with all of life And she will win in every strife. Lo! the scene was changed again, and this time the face of a maiden who had long been a victim to Cupid’s pranks occupied the grate and tarried long enough for the spectator to recog- nize the face of May Smith, whom: Cupid’s sharp, penetrating dart Had pierced her loving heart And lo, she lives for only one Beneath the mighty sun. The next whose face the flames did grace was one who devotes much time to a certain country in trying to determine the minutest details of its history. This happened to be none other than the image of Sudie May Cannon: Of history she is most fond And to that study she’ll respond That to learn, it seems she’d fain Give all her time to studying Spain. With the fading of this picture there came the merry beaming face of a bright little artist upon whom the writer was glad to gaze as long as the treacherous flames would remain favor- able to this aesthetic feast, because there glowed the face of Addie Mae Murrill, which showed as Ripple, tripple, merrily As a sparkling, babbling stream; On she goes so cheerily Like a happy summer dream. Again the flames blended into another form, like the sparkle of an evening star, as the face of Vernice Long posed gracefully in the grate, who, though She cannot help but flash her eye Whene’er a handsome boy goes by Yet she is full of life and mirth; In her is found some truest worth. This picture merged itself into the form of a merry, smiling image indicative of good nature and a lover of fun, which proved to be the face of the popular girl known as Hattie Hodges, who Carefree, happy, true is «he, Life to her will ever be That that’s tinged a golden hue Whate’er the task she’ll have to do. Then as the flames flickered in the dying embers appeared the profile of a Virginia belle who has caused sleepless nights to many a lovestricken lad; but meager sentimentalism does not disturb the flow of her philosophical thought, because this happened to be the face of Willa Chest nutt, who is A Socrates in intellect— Minutest things she doth detect, E’en to the heart of fickle man; If true or false this know she can. Following this picture came that of one of A. C. C.’s most enthusiastic students. One who is a friend to all with whom she comes in contact. A broad visioned girl who knows a square deal and can size well the dimensions of every proposition presented to her. This was the pic- ture of Susie Gray Woodard, who, Though small of stature, large of brain, From no hard task does she refrain; As true as gold, bright as the sun— In triumph she life’s race will run. Amid the sparkle and glow that caused the above figure to disappear there came the face of the quiet, unassuming, graceful girl who is ever found bending to the tasks that are assigned her in every phase of college life; as she seeks to fill to the full each day. This figure proved to be that of Bessie Hodges, whom it is ever known— To her is life earnest and real, Its joys or sorrows she doth feel, And they to her a story tell If smiles or tears stains caused that fell. The embers darkened slightly and caused the above picture to fade from view, but it was not very long before there appeared another face in the receding glow of the dying embers. LTpon slight scrutiny the face was recognized as that of one well known in college life and very popular among the boys. This face was none other than Henrietta Moye— Flashing, dashing, bright and gay, No dull care doth mar her way. As she works or as she plays Life she sees in every phase. A shadow appeared, the face was eclipsed, and the midnight dreamer, as the light flickered its shadows across the floor, gazed intently into the grate of coals. Just when the flames were quietest there appeared the image of an unsophisticated maiden who dreamed, it seemed, in the faint glow of the firelight. Upon careful examination of the face the features proved to be those of Lutie Jones: Quiet, unobtrusive she, You, once and always, will her see. And, yet, as constant and as true As are the stars in yonder’s blue. The scene was changed as the fire slightly rekindled and gave a bright glow, probably to adjust itself to adequately represent the features of a bright little girl with winsome ways who has survived severe wounds inflicted by Cupid’s darts and seems none the worse for having re- ceived them. The representation was very expressive of Velma Harrington: The little girl with raven curls, Who boys’ hearts she often whirls By her bewitching little smile That would an angel’s heart beguile. The flames grew a little brighter as they transformed the last figure into the outline which strangely reminded one of a bright, vivacious little girl who from the time of her entrance at A. C. C. a few months ago, had taken the boys’ hearts by storm and held many of them besieged by day and by night. As the outline grew more vivid it was easily seen that it portrayed the face of Thelma Hodge: Among the boys she is a belle; To her their heart-secrets they tell, But still it seems to no avail For all who seek to win her fail. While the writer sat reflecting upon this picture and watching it quietly fade from view, a series of combustions occurred in the grate which brightened the flames and prepared them to present the picture of the girl with auburn hair who is the life of every crowd of which she is a part, one who studies as she plays and always finishes her tasks, though you think she never will. This picture represented no one else but Bessie Latham, to whom we say enthusiastically: Three cheers to her with auburn hair! The girl who is always on the square; Of wit and good nature is she— Of such you’ll find her e’er to be. With the fading of this figure the combustion ceased, the flames glimmered less brilliantly . and became a restful dreamy glow as they formed the features of one of A. C. C.’s most loyal students and popular girls—one who sheds a radiance of goodness along every path she moves. This could be no other than Marie Bailey, who is Of high ideal and noble birth, She seeks to give the world her worth; With quiet unassuming air Her joys she doth with others share. All too soon this picture faded. There followed a lapse without a face appearing in the heart of the flames and the dreamer mused on, thinking of the pictures upon which he had feasted his aesthetic soul. But this musing was broken as there appeared a figure as fresh and sparkling as the morning dew. It was a small figure with a soft, sweet, perpetual smile that was as refresh- ing as the evening’s breeze which fans the forest trees while summer twilight shadows fall. The smile, the face, the brightness all, was that of Katheryn Wells The thoughtful, cheerful, always gay; The same true girl from day to day— A favorite of the girls and boys All that is good is e’er her choice. The fire burned lower and lower as it deepened the shadows cast out upon the floor. The dreamer fell to deeper musing as the old timepiece in the hall began with drowsy rhythm to sound the hour of twelve. The fading chimes of the clock seemed to bear him out into a veritable fairyland where the faces he had just seen beamed upon him and the movement of the lips gave sweetest music to his tired soul. Thus he dreamed and mused the time away. But which face do you suppose he most did see? Hayes Farish. Facts and Folks Around tlie College The Curiosity Box—Luther Mattox. The Zorter (exhorter)—J. J. Walker. I am IT—K. B. Bowen. j. The Candy Kid (� according to Sallie Horton)—John Waters. The Old Maids of the College—Prof. Muilberger and Willa Chestnutt. The College Flirts—Thelma Hodge and Mamie Brooks. A Friend to All at All Times—Prof. Barham. A Staunch Standby—Miss Salmon. The One Who Never Sees Yet Always Knows—Dr. Caldwell. A Loyal Alumni of A. C. C.—C. Manly Morton. One Who Needs a Nurse—Horace Settle. The College Belles—All the Girls. A Terror to Cupid’s Designs—Miss Smith. The Victims of Cupid—Agnes Spain and Horace Settle. The College Nuisance—Study Bell. Dignity Personified—Mrs. Barham. One Who Attends to her Own Business—Miss Roberson. The Source of All Scraps and Excitement—The Literary Societies. The Minus Sign—Claude Carawan. Innocent and Fearful—Lill Chapman. The Faculty’s By-Phrase—“Report a Demerit at Roll Call.” A Close Observer of All Rules—Ruth Whitley. The Ever Faithful—Fannie Moye. The College Don’t Cares—Vernie Lang, Hattie Hodges. The College Grinds—Bessie Hodges and Vera Noble. The Easiest Channel Through which to Obtain a Social Period—The Pine Knot Staff. The Terror to All—A Demerit. The Personification of Happiness—Mr. and Mrs. Swarthout. The Relief From “Starving”—A Box from Home. The Time to Which All Look Forward—Commencement. A Faithful Worker—Bruce Eure. The Most Prevalent Thing Around the College—“A Demerit.” A Stumbling Block to Rule Breakers—Mr. Farmer. The Sensitive Box—Henrietta Moye. The Most Beautiful (?) Thing in School—Ralph Wilkerson. The Rarest Thing in College—A Square Meal. The Strawberry Blondes—Sallie Bridges and Bessie Latham. The Shortest Thing in College—“Social Periods.” The Life Preserver—A Jar of Syrup. The Thing that Made the Girls Angriest—Painting the Practice Room Windows. That Which Hurts a Teacher Most—For a Girl and Boy to Speak. Something Teachers Cannot Control—The Passing of Notes. The Time of Greatest Home Sickness—Meditation Hour. The Greatest Calamity That Comes—To “Flunk on Exams.” Music Department Motto: Festina Lente Colors: Nile green and pink Officers Agnes Spain...................................-.........President Elsie Langley......................................Vice-President Joel Vause................................Secretary and Treasurer Piano and Voice Students Applewhite, Anna Armstrong, Hazel Bailey, Marie Bowen, Kenneth Brooks, Mamie Burton, Edna Cahoon, Bettie Cannon, Sudie May Carr, Mildred Chapman, Lillian Corbett, Mattie Cox, Cora Cox, William History Davis, Margery Felton, Elsiline Fields, Ila Ford, Elizabeth Hackney, Ella Hackney, Sudie Hadley, Sallie Harper, Mildred Hewett, Lillie Holton, Sallie Lang, Vernice Langley, Elsie Latham, Bessie Mattox, Oscar Midyette, Emlyn Moye, Henrietta Murrill, Addie May Outterbridge, Lucy Privett, Alice Pugh, Elsie Rawlings, Sarah Reel, Vera Richardson, Mary Sadler, Lee Smith, Mary Belle Smith, May no Spain, Agnes Spain, Spruill Starr, Annie Vause, Joel Watson, Alice Weatherington, Emma Wells, Blanche Wells, Katheryn Whitley, Ruth Wilborne, Ruth Williams, Ruth Woodard, Susie Gray H armony Brooks, Mamie Chapman, Lill Hodges, Hattie Hodges, Jessie Lang, Vernice Midyette, Emlyn Moye, Henrietta Outterbridge, Lucy Privett, Alice Pugh, Elsie Rawlings, Sarah Smith, May Wells, Blanche Wells, Katheryn Woodard, Susie Gray Bridges, Sallie Carr, Mildred Deans, Annie Grady, Pattie Hackney, Lula Hadley, Sallie Harrington, Velma Herring, Mary Carrow Hodges, Claire Hodges, Hattie Hodges, Jessie Jones, Lutie Manning, Fannie Moye, Fannie Proctor, Earl Proctor, Susie Quinerly, Elizabeth Riley, Myrtie Wells, Blanche Woodard, Eunice Bridges, Sallie Brooks, Mamie Chapman, Lill Cox, William B. Hodges, Hattie Lang, Vernice Midyette, Emlyn Moye, Henrietta Outterbridge, Lucy Privett, Alice Pugh, Elsie Rawlings, Sarah Smith, May Wells, Blanche Wells, Katheryn An Appreciation of Music “When griping grief the heart doth wound, And doleful dumps--the mind oppress, Then music, with her silver sound, With speedy help doth lend redress.” For ages music has been the means of expressing the great passions of the human race. Great joy as well as sorrow find vent in music, either instrumental or vocal. It has been said that to rightly interpret either, one must experience some great joy or sorrow. Truly there is power in music—an almost omnipotent power. It will tyran- nize over the soul. Who does not know the softening power of music, especially of the human voice? It is like the angel-whisperings of kind words in the hour of trouble. Who can be angry when the voice of love speaks in song? Who hears the harsh voice of selfishness when music gathers up her pearly love notes to salute the ear with the stray song of paradise? Sing to the man behind the prison walls, sing to the sorrowing, sing to the sufferer, sing to the children, for music will inspire them all. In order to understand music we have, first of all, to acquaint ourselves with the peculiarities, individualities and mastership of the great writers. Every piece of music represents an idea of the composer, thought out and developed, and to follow out a piece intelligently one should have some knowledge of the composer and of the conditions under which the piece was written. Different temperaments find suggestions of music in different sounds. For instance, Beethoven was so impressed with the grandeur of the storm that he wrote a part of that great Pastoral Symphony which will live for ages, and because of Schubert’s enforced separation from a very close friend we owe his beautiful and matchless “Serenade.” The first account of music we have on record was at the laying of the founda- tion of the earth, when the “morning stars,” delighted with the promise of a new planet, “sang together and all the suns of God shouted for joy.” Our department of music has steadily grown in quality as well as in quantity in the last three seasons. The pupils are more enthusiastic and take up their work with greater zeal, playing with more confidence and better interpretation. •The following programs will convey some idea of the work that has been accom- plished in this department. Mary Belle Smith and Elsie Langley. Music Recitals Postgraduate Piano Recital MISS HARRIET SETTLE Assisted by Mr. Horace Settle, Baritone Second Rhapsodie................................Liszt Baritone Solo—Toreador’s Love Song ...........Cachois Polonaise (Op. 53).............................Chopin Baritone Solo—Creole Lover’s Song................Buck Concerto in “G” Minor.....................Mendelssohn (Orchestral parts on second piano and organ by Mr. Muilberger) Graduation Piano Recital MISS ELSIE GARDNER, Piano Assisted by Mr. Joseph Gurganus, Tenor Miss Mattie Neely, Miss Georgia Howard, Miss Harriet Settle, ensemble Perpetual Motion...............................Weber Moment Musical............................ Moskowski Tenor—O Vision Entrancing.....................Thomas a Gnomen Reigen................................Liszt b If 1 Were a Bird...........................Henselt Ballade.....................................Reinecke Tenor—Mona.....................................Adams Overture—Fingal’s Cave...................Mendelssohn Graduation Song Recital MISS CARRIE BOWEN Spring Flowers a Violets...................................Wright b Her Rose..................................Coombs c Forget me not............................Classen My Heart at Thy Sweet Voice................Saint Saens (from Sampson and Delilah) Piano Solo—Kamennoi—Ostrow..................Rubinstein Miss Agnes Spain Ye Merry Birds.................................Gumbert a The Trout b Who is Sylva................................Schubert c Hark, Hark the Lark Recitative and Aria—O my Fernando............Donizetti (from La Favorita) Graduation Piano Recital MISS AGNES SPAIN Duet—Polonaise .................................Meyer Hclmund Sonata (Op. 27, No. 2)......................Beethoien Adagio sostenuto Allegretto Presto agitato Baritone Solo—Dear Heart.......................Mattel Concert Waltz..............................Wieniawski Kamennoi—Ostrow............................Rubinstein Quartette—First Symphony.......................Ilaydn Misses Spain and Bowen Misses Woodard and Langley Graduation Piano Recital MISS HARRIET SETTLE, Piano Assisted by Miss Lucia Privett, Violin Mr. Horace Settle, Baritone Miss Georgia Howard, Miss Elsie Gardner Miss Mattie Neely, ensemble Sonata Tragica...........................MacDowell Baritone—Song of Hylrias the Cretan........Elliott Presto (from Sonata, Op. 22)..............Schumann a Romance................................Van Goens b To a Wild Rose.........................MacDowell En Route....................................Godard Baritone—Bedouin Love Song.................Pinsuti Spinning Song.........................Wagner-Liszl (from Flying Dutchman) Overture—William Tell......................Rossini Graduating Recital MISS ELSIE LANGLEY Assisted by Miss Blanche Wells Rigaudon.........................................Raff Presto (from Fantasie in “C”)................Schubert T arantelle......................................Dobl er Vocal Solo—The Rosary (by request)..............Nevin Fantasia de Concert (Rigoletto)...........Verdi-Liszt Duo—Espana..................................Chalbrier Annual Commencement Concert Graduation Piano Recital THE COLLEGE CHORAL CLUB MISS SUSIE GRAY WOODARD, Graduate in Piano Albert E. Muilberger, Director Miss Lucia Privett, Violinist Chorus—Praise the Lord....................Randegger Chorus—Brightly the Morning (from Eurianthe)..Weber Baritone—Creole Lover’s Song...................Buck Mr. Horace Settle Violin Solo—Humereske........................Dvorak Mezzo Soprano—O My Fernando...............Donizetti (from La Favorita) Miss Carrie Bow ex Chorus—The Lost Chord......................Sullivan Chorus—Anvil Chorus...........................Verdi (from II Trovatore) Soprano Solo—Robert My Beloved............Meyerbeer (from Robert le Diable) Miss Harriet Settle Piano Duet—Polonaise..........................Meyer Helmund Misses Spain and Bowen Ladies’ Quartet—Concert Waltz..................Buck Misses Wells and Bowen Misses Horner and Spain Chorus—The Wandering Students................Lacomb Chorus—Soldier’s Chorus (from Faust).........Gounod Annual Commencement Concert THE COLLEGE CHORAL CLUB Albert E. Muilberger, Director Miss Lucia Privett, Violin Miss Ada Bissett, Reader Misses Harriett Settle and Carrie Bowen ) Messrs. Joseph Gurganus and Horace Settle Quartet Chorus—Gloria (12th Mass)...................Mozart Tenor—Mona...................................Adams Mr. Joseph Gurganus Chorus—The Storm King............................!.Verdi Violin—Cavatine ..............................Bohm Mezzo Soprano—Sunset..........................Buck Miss Carrie Bowen Reading—Selected Quartet—Bugle Song (Tennyson).............Demurest Chorus—Bridal Chorus.........................Cowan (from The Rose Maiden) Violin—Perpetual Motion.......................Bohm Quartet—The Miller’s Wooing..................Eaton Baritone—Bedouin Love Song.................Pinsuti Mr. Horace Settle Chorus—Awake With the Lark..................DeReef Quartet—You Stole My Love...............Mac Farren Chorus—Italia Beloved....................Donizetti (from Lucrezia Borgia) Assisted by the College Male Quartet Sonata (Op. 2)................................Beethoven Allegro con brio Scherzo Allegro assai Anitra’s Dance....................................Grieg To a Water Lily...............................MacDowell Male Quartet (Selection) Berceuse.........................................Chopin Love Dreams (Nocturne No. 2)...................Liszt Duo—Allegro (from Concerto in “C” Minor)........Mozart In Honor Farmers Cooperative Union Chorus—It Came Upon the Midnight Clear...Sullivan Baritone Solo—Bedouin Love Song.........Pinsuti Mr. Horace Settle Piano Solo—Cachouca........................Raff Miss Elsie Langley Reading—The Soul of the Violin. .Margaret Manteli Merrill Miss Eunice Andrews Mezzo Soprano Solo—Sunset...................Buck Miss Carrie Bowen Ladies’ Quartet—The Seasons...............Hawley Misses Wells, Bowen, Horner, Spain Chorus—Hark! Hark! My Soul...............Shelley Solos by Miss Bowen and Miss Settle Chorus—The Miller’s Wooing.........Eaton Fanning Solos by Miss Harriet Settle and Mr. Horace Settle Reading—The Ruggles’ Dinner Party... K. Douglas Wiggin Miss Sallie Bridges Piano Solo—Enroute...........................Godard Miss Harriet Settle Ladies’ Quartet—a The City Choir (Burlesque).Parks b When Jack Proposed..........Parks Solo—If You Become a Nun, Dear.........Oley Speaks Miss Juanita Horner Chorus—Italia.............................Donizetti (from Opera Lucrezia Borgia) The Glee Club Top row: Joel E. Vause, Oscar Mattox, J. J. Walker, K. B. Bowen. Bottom row: Spruill Spain, Luther Mattox, Hall Andrews, Horace Settle, Milburn Bishop. Ladies’ Quartet Blanche Wells Elizabeth Ford Jessie Hodges Agnes Spain 0 as S o 0 PS -ji § HH a a a o a - a p ■ x« � b S « P gw n a £ J p a M o H O o a | CP W J a x a h P c i 0 03 • 55 O 5 fc S 53 O a a i I ; pi i a a .. pi a K (B ' Q s ® O I 0 03 fi. o H a H 5 £ % a § a a a , • S a r W -C cc .a aM ■ O • 55 £ i Art Students Andrews, Eunice Lee Bailey, Marie Bonner, Henry Bonner, May Carlyle Caldwell, Elizabeth Hackney, Bessie Harrington, Velma C. Hewett, Rhoda Lillie Moore Hodges, Bessie Jennings, Mamie D. Murrill, Addie May Proctor, Earl Proctor, Susie J. An Appreciation We feel it well to pause here and offer our appreciation to Mrs. Swarthout and her band of artists, who have labored so faithfully to furnish cartoons for this issue of The Pine Knot. We feel that the success in presenting this issue of the College Annual, so far as it is a success, is due in a large measure to the untiring efforts of this faithful band of workers. Though they have been buried deeply for many weeks into the depths of college annuals, catalogs, and other neces- sary material to make up the routine of work in drawing cartoons, yet they have never murmured nor complained; they have labored early and late, and sought in every way to give us indispen- able aid in presenting a highly representative Annual. Therefore, the Annual Staff, on behalf of all other classes and organizations of the college, do hereby express our highest appreciation and deepest gratitude to the faithful band represent- ing the Art Department, who, under Mrs. Swart hout’s direction, have rendered us invaluable aid, and furnished all of the drawings for The Pine Knot. Art Students at Work !!!!!!s and !!!!!!s Hattie Hodges: Peter knows! Hattie Mewborne: Goodness me! Mary Belle Smith : By gummy! Bessie Hodges: Now, Hattie! Eunice Andrews: Say, girls! Henrietta Moye: How perfectly absurd! Earl Procter: I thought I would die! Hazel Armstrong: Great Caesar! Blanche Wells: Meanness! Susie Gray W.: Glory! Lill Chapman: You good for nothing thing Lillie Hewett: Mercy me! Elsie Langley: Gee whiz! Sallie Bridges: Have mercy! Hall Andrews: Well, say! Vernice L.: Hunny Bun! “Tiny” Stuart: By the love of Mike! Jim Davis: Kiss me while I laugh at you! J. J. Walker: Great Gee Whilikins! Sam Silverthorn: Dod Ducet! Tom Pridgen: I declare! John Lovett: Ugh! William Mayo: Hee, Hee! Horace Settle: Pshaw! Glenn Sparrow: For crap sake! Jack Chapman: Don’t tell Lill! Bruce Eure: Great Pete! 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Walker, Oscar Mattox, Joe B. Swain, K. B. Bowen, Prof. G. E. Swarthout Second Row: Prof. E. L. Barham Hayes Farish Third Row: A. C. Fodrey, Horace Settle, Bee Sadler, Dr. J. C. Caldwell, Richard Bagby, Raleigh L. Topping, John M. Waters, B. F. Oden d) z HH B 2 2: NH Z o h— d B b b B cc V I—I I—I H K d CS! B b S3 gj 02 -3 S3 O 2 o 2 b c S3 B C ffi S3 S3 E S3 2 d c E I—H d 02 a: E b b 3 B •—i L 1—1 B i B B O X 2 0 s B ► B z d a o z E cn b b 5 cc S3 z d w 5 o B 03 S � — h- I— S3 S3 S3 ! 02 02 02 {53 N n; l-H O a P B O U1 rV c B B 1-3 td d H Q E S3 B kj B td d S3 S3 E d -3 B B W o K z B t- B H d S3 W z c H O z 'Go s fS Cft «5: C—' . Si d S3 z n B 02 td d S3 B 5 c Co C— . M« M • c s td 0 c s- n s' S' Optimism j.. Does this old world seem mean and vile, And life to you not worth the while? Then why cling on from day to day, And still pursue its hard, rough way? If men are vain and selfish, too, And evil to their fellows do, Why do you still among them live, Adherence to then deeds to give? If all your friends are merely false, And what seems gain is only loss. Why do you greet them with a smile And cling to what is not worth while? If these, and all around you see, Are nothing good but seem to be, Tis, then, because you do not look Into the depths of Nature’s book; Nor judge aright your fellow man; Nor do the best you really can To see the good, in every way, That men are doing day by day, And see the beauty lurking there; Nor see the good most everywhere, Removing doubt and darkest fear, And shedding joy both far and near. There’s music in the waterfalls, And truth in all of Nature’s calls. But walk beneath the moon’s soft light! At once you learn to love the night. Or in the east, at break of day, Behold the darkness steal away, As o’er the hills the sun doth rise And drive the shadows from the skies. And when at night he goes to rest, Behold his beauty in the west. Or see the stars begin to peep, As o’er the earth the shadows creep; Or walk beneath the forest trees, And feel the cool, refreshing breeze; Or in the fields of new-mown hay, And hear the robin’s roundelay; Or watch the fields of waving grain, And hear the song bird’s soft sweet strain See how the hungry ones are fed, The erring to the truth are led; And you, with me, will then agree That you have made unjust decree. You’ll find this world not mean and vile, And life to you will be worth while. Hayes Farish. wtr ’Vf fOOi Alethian Society Motto: We love the truth Yell: Razzle, Dazzle, Colors: Blue and Gold Sizzle, Sazzle, Flower: Pansy Sis, Boom, Bah! Alethian! Alethian! Rah! Rah! Rah! Officers Hayes Farish .... J. E. Smith..... Hattie Mewborne Lillie Hewett . . . Vera Noble...... Joel Vause...... Mamie Brooks Vernice Lang.... ........President . . Vice-President ........Secretary ......Treasurer ......Librarian .........Chaplain .........Pianist Assistant Pianist WlLLA CHESTNUTT W. A. Marlowe.. Sallie Holton ... James Davis.... Bessie Latham ... Raleigh Topping. Editors of “The Blue and Gold” Society Paper ......................................................Editor in Chief ...................................................Assistant Editor ....................................................Literary Editor ..............................................Current Events Editor ........................................................... Wit Editor .................................................. Business Manager Applewhite, Anna Armstrong, Hazel Barefoot, Ethel Barnes, Addie Belle Barnes, Wiley Bishop, Edward Bonner, Henry Bonner, May Carlyle Brooks, Mamie Burbage, Reatha Cahoon, Bettie Carawan, Claude Cara wan, Ralph Chapman, Jack Chestnut, Willa Cox, Cora Davis, James Draughn, Larry Eure, J. B. Farish, Hayes Fields, Ila Gallop, L. W. Grady, Pattie Harper, Mildred Members Harrington, Velma Henry, Fred Hewett, Lillie Hodge, Thelma Hodges, Bessie Hodges, Claire Hodges, Hattie Holton, Sallie Horne, Fred Jones, Joe Jones, Lutie Jones, Sam Lane, Rosser Lang, Vernice Latham, Bessie Lingan, Floyd Lingan, Edmond McDaniel, Syrl Marler, W. H. Marlowe, W. A. Mattox, Luther Mattox, Oscar Mayo, W. T. Mewborne, Hattie Moye, Fannie Moye, Henrietta Murrill, Addie May Noble, Nettie Noble, Vera OuTTERBRIDGE, JOE Perkins, Lynwood Privett, Alice Proctor, Earl Proctor, Susie Riley, Arthur Riley, Myrtle Sawyer, Willie Smith, J. E. Smith, Mary Belle Smith, May Snead, Lillie Taylor, Harry Taylor, Jack Topping, Raleigh L. Vause, Joel E. Walker, Herbert Whitley, Ruth Weatherington, Emma Hesperian Society Motto: Facta non Verba Colors: Red and white Flower: Carnation Editors of Bugle Ben Oden, Editor in Chief Milburn Bishop, Elsie Pugh, Wit Editors Hall Andrews, News Editor Susie Gray Woodard, College Editor Yell: Rolly-go, rolly-go, roily go hee! Hoop-la, hip-la, who are we? Rolly-go, rolly-go, rolly-go hee! Hesperians, Hesperians, of A. C. C. Officers K. B. Bowen. . . . Sallie Bridges. . Maude Russell. . Lill Chapman ... Marie Bailey . . . John M. Waters Elsie Langley. . .....President Vice-President .....Secn'etary .... Treasurer . . . .Librarian .....Chaplain ......Pianist Members Andrews, Eunice Andrews, Hall Bailey, Marie Barnes, T. W. Barrington, Meta Bishop, Milburn Bowen, K. B. Bridges, Sallie Brinson, Emily Burton, Edna Cannon,Irma Cannon, Sudie May Carr, Mildred Chapman, Lill Collins, Robert CoNGLETON, W. B. Corbett, Annie May Cox, W. B. Critcher, R. A. Deans, Annie Felton, Elsilene Fodrey, A. C. Godley, Lula Hackney, Bessie Hackney, Ella Hackney, Lula Hadley, Sallie Hodges, Jessie Johnston, Pearl Johnston, Flossie Langley, Elsie Leggett, Chauncey Leggett, Jerome Lovett, John Manning, Fannie Midyette, Emlyn Moore, L. H. Moore, Wright Oden, Ben Oden, David OuTTERBRIDGE, LUCY Pridgen, T. W. Pugh, Elsie Quinerly, Elizabeth Reel, Vera Rice, William Richardson, Mary Rintz, W. M. Russell, Maude Settle, Harriet Settle, H. H. Shields, Leon SlLVERTHORN, SAM SlTTERSON, H. Spain, Agnes Spain, Spruill Starr, Annie Stokes, Calvin Sullivan, Henry Swain, A. H., Jr. Swain, Joe Topping, Bettie Walker, J. J. Walston, Fred Waters, John M. Watson, Mary Bell Weeks, Lena Wells, Blanche Wells, Katheryn Whitehurst, Lula Wilkinson, Cecil Wilkinson, Ralph Williams, Ruth Woodard, Almira Woodard, Eunice Woodard, Susie Gray Philergean Society Motto: He that willeth not to work, neither let him eat John M. Waters...................................................................President J. J. Walker................................................................Vice-President Spruill Spain....................................................................Secretary Raleigh L. Topping...............................................................Treasurer Luther Mattox.......................................................................Critic Oscar Mattox........................................................................Critic Members Barnes, G. W. Barnes, Wiley Bishop, Milburn A. Cara wan, Claude W. Cara wan, Ralph Chapman, Jack S. Horne, Fred Jones, Sam Mattox, Luther A. Mattox, Oscar Perkins, Lynwood SlTTERSON, HEZEKIAH Silverthorn, Sam Spain, D. S. Sullivan, Henry Swain, Bob Topping, Raleigh L. Walker, J. J. Waters, John M. Wharton, Leamon Wilkinson, Ralph a H a a � -H ah PQ s HH ►a £ pT a S a a a H a s. H O a £ H HH PP 3 CO 3 $o a CO W « W H-i •-� trT 2 r - £ 5 a S £ CO CO X u « -a Q S a ► 8 S H hT « • 5 H O 3 a a O K es 6 3 H H O « K H o 3 3 O ‘r-i —' 5H rH S S a f=i . 3 PP Q 2 2 H H Q Q O O 02 o 2: H O a f“H cs PL, Cj W 0 «5 •« s X 0 s 0) a o £ -d £ jo o jo 8 o O PQ 2: a a cs a H o P$ oT 2 a a o PQ S a E- - t-i a - a , 2 O X o 3 Q 2: a S a a 2 3 O 2 COOOQhH 5 V� , J O I '■S -c-i M h co co 0 53 c: ft, Ch « £ Cii •c«a a £ o a a £ od £ £ CO Cj 53 O o X o o PQ £ co The Society Separation Alas! Alas! ’Tis clone; ’tis clone; ’tis clone, And constant strife its own reward has won; It was a thoughtless and a foolish act, When we to the Faculty did give the fact Of all our griefs and innumerable woes Of the Hesperian and Alethian blows. And then the Faculty—already grown sore About numberless social periods galore, Where officers under a business guise Secured permission to plan and devise With “some very special one” society cares, While their business was but the heart’s affairs. Ah, then this Faculty did firmly exclaim; “Separation we clo solemnly proclaim; Hesperians and Alethians, ladies will be; Gentlemen, Demosthenians and Philergeans, ye.” Alas! ’Tis clone, forever and ever clone, And truly fussing its reward has won. Verdie Noble Publications “The Pine Knot” Staff 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9. 10. 11. 12. 13. 14. 15. 16. Hayes Farish Editor in Chief Susie Gray Woodard. . Assistant Editor in Chief Fannie Moye Marie Bailey j- Society Editors Raleigh Topping . .Boys' Debating Society Editor Bruce Eure Athletic Editor Lillie Hewett j- Art Editors Eunice Andrews Elsie Langley - Music Editors i ) Mary Belle Smith Susie Proctor Expression Editor Bessie Latham j- Wit Editors Spruill Spain Sallie Bridges Collegiate Editor C. Manly Morton .... j- Alumni Editors H. H. Settle 17. B. F. Oden............................Business Manager 18. W. B. Rice.................Assistant Business Manager The Radiant Staff Hayes Farish Sallie L. Bridges j- Co-Editors Agnes Spain Elsie Glenn Langley tLiterarii Editors Wright T. Moore Eunice Andrews j- College Editors Raleigh L. Topping Hattie Hodges t Athletic Editors j Bessie Latham M. A. Bishop Wit Editors WlLLA ChESTNUTT Susie Gray Woodard - Alumni Editors Henrietta Moye Exchange Editor J. J. Walker Contributor W. B. Rice } J. B. Eure Business Managers Our Editor in Chief The Pine Knot would be incomplete without a sketch of its Editor in Chief, Hayes Farish, or “Doc” for short. “Loyalty to his ideal” is, perhaps, as good a char- acterization as any of this six feet of humanity. His ideal too, mark you, is worthy, deserving the conse- cration of noble energy. Loyalty to his fellow stu- dents, whose respect he covets and very generously possesses; loyalty to his society, the Alethian, for whose excellent work he is due large credit; loyalty to Atlantic Christian College, which becomes his Alma Mater in 1914; loyalty to the Great Teacher, to the proclamation of whose Gospel he has devoted his all— this, I would say, is the symphony of his life. He hails from the National Capital, is somewhere on the sunny side of thirty, and is in hearty sympathy with the philosophy of Latin Vergil: “ Varium et mutabile semper femina.” Alumni The Alumni of Atlantic Christian College number in all forty-five, the like- nesses of fourteen of whom appear on a following page. Of these graduates, ten, we believe, are now married. Efforts have been made to secure photographs of the entire graduate body, but the greater number have not responded to our appeal. Perhaps some of these never received our letters. We were especially desirous of having a group of our married graduates as somewhat worthy of special mention and honor; and while we were not able to carry out this idea as we had hoped, we are glad that the department of our married Alumni is not wholly without representation. Mrs. C. S. Eagles, nee Mary Sue Yelverton (No. 1), of Saratoga, N. C., Graduate in Ex- pression, ’09, has favored us with a picture of herself and baby. In addition to the picture she sends along the following message, “My very best wishes are always with my dear old Alma Mater, and I am very glad to hear and to know of the progress and development of Atlantic Christian College. “Though I have passed from within the walls Of our dear old A C. C. My thoughts and hopes are with them all As they were in nineteen nine.” The other graduates from whom we have heard appear below, the first to respond to our appeal being Miss Leone Edgerton (No. 16), Graduate in Voice ’OS. Her letter, written from Four Oaks, N. C., contained no mention of her present employment. In the course of her letter she remarks, “I am still interested in the college and especially in our society. I hope it is still doing great work.” (2) The second graduate to send letter and photo was Mr. C. M. Morton (A.B., ’09). He is one of the college’s sons who has steadily gone forward since leaving her walls. He is at pres- ent pastor of the First Christian Church, Winston-Salem, N. C. (14) Miss Mary Moye (A.B., ’06) sends her best wishes. She has been teaching the eighth grade in the Robersonville High School for the past two years, with much success. (8) Miss Lossie Davis (A.B., ’ll) has been teaching in the graded school of her own home town, Lucama, since leaving the college. She is recognized as one of our brightest young ladies. (6) Miss Clyde Farmer (A.B., ’07) has taken special training in Pedagogy at the State Normal College at Greensboro for two years. For four years she has been a most successful teacher in the Wilson Graded School under Mr. Charles L. Coon. (17) Miss Harriet Settle (Pianoforte, ’ll) is at present pursuing studies in the Literary De- partment of her Alma Mater. She is also assistant teacher in Music under Professor Muilberger. A bright career in the musical world is before her. (5) K. B. Bowen (A.B., ’12) is taking postgraduate work here during this session. He has this year entered the work of the Ministry. He contemplates attending Yale University next fall. (9) Horace Settle (A.B., T2) since graduation has been taking postgraduate work in The- ology. He feels that Atlantic Christian College has been indeed a great blessing to his life. (7) J. J. Walker (A.B., ’12), while taking postgraduate work this year, is also pastor of the Christian Church in Greenville, N. C. He is another of our young men who expects to attend a higher seat of learning in the near future. Mr. Walker is a successful preacher and evangelist. (4) Miss Elsie Gardner (Pianoforte, ’ll) is at this time studying with Prof. G. W. Bryant in the Southern Conservatory of Music, Durham, N. C. She writes that she has already completed the piano work required there and upon finishing her regular college work in the Senior Depart- ment, will receive her diploma in Music. Our graduates are making good wherever they go. (11) Miss Annie E. Griffin (Expression, ’ll) has taken postgraduate work in her Alma Mater this year. She is preparing herself for the noble vocation of teaching, following in the steps of many other of our Alumni. We wish her every success. (IS) Miss Sallie May Wilson (B.Lit., ’09) writes as follows: “First year out of college I taught near Washington, N. C. The past two years I was Principal of the Quinerly School at Centerville, and this year I am teaching in the school in Wilson’s Mills.” Miss Sallie is a true friend of the college. She writes that she is always interested in college affairs. (13) Miss Agnes Spain (Pianoforte, ’12) is now taking postgraduate work in Music and at the same time pursuing studies in the Literary Department. She is a faithful and conscientious student and ever loyal to the best interests of the college. (3) Miss Mary Edwards (Expression, ’10) is now a teacher in the Fremont Graded School, Fremont, N. C. Since graduating from this college she has spent two years in the Emerson School of Oratory, Boston, Mass., graduating there with high honors. Miss Edwards’ home is in Wilson, N. C. (12) Miss Verdie Noble, a graduate from our Art Department, has been teaching since her graduation. She has proven a very efficient teacher, having done successful work in the rural schools of Lenoir, Duplin, and Greene counties. As Directress of Art at James Sprunt Insti- tute, she introduced China Painting, aroused interest and enthusiasm in the department and attracted the attention of the art lovers in the adjacent town. (10) Miss Mabel Jones (Pianoforte, ’09) writes that she has now a nice music class and is studying vocal music under one of Norfolk’s best professors. Her services are very much in demand in that city, since she is called upon frequently to play in public and at church func- tions and home talent affairs. Miss Jones says she is interested in the Annual and everything that originates in A. C. C., and often dreams that she is back in college in classwork under Miss Salmon and some of the other teachers. (15) Mrs. Lupton (nee Miss Alma Basnight), a graduate from A. C. C. in the early years, is now presiding over her home in New Bern in a queenly manner. The graduates of Atlantic Christian College are a worthy lot of 3 oung men and women and the college delights to honor them. Many of those from whom we have not heard are filling positions of trust and honor in the great world of affairs and all of them, we believe, are standing for the highest and noblest in life, bearing ever with them the impress of their Christian training. May the blessing of God rest richly upon each one, filling all their lives with good works and their hearts with gladness. The Blue and the White Home of virtue, faith and knowledge, Love and praise we bring to thee. May our hearts be ever loyal And for aye be true to A. C. C. Greetings to Thee, dear old college, Cherished school, our heart’s delight; Hail to the royal banner of the blue and white May the white be ever stainless And the blue forever bright ; Hail to the royal banner Of the blue and the white! ’Mid the cotton fields of Carolina Basking in the brilliant sunshine; Where the breezes, blowing softly, Bend the long leaves of the pine; Let us blend in loving chorus Voices ringing with delight, Praise the banner floating o’er us, The blue and the white. May the white be ever stainless, And the blue forever bright; Praise the banner floating o’er us, The blue and the white. ’Shrined in dearest mem Ties always Mid the toil and cares of life; Beacon lights to guide our footsteps Is our banner in the weary strife; And we gain from colors glorious Inspiration in the direst fight For we know we’ll be victorious ’Neath the blue and the white. Victory in the banner floating o’er us The blue and the white. May the white be ever stainless, And the blue forever bright. Victory in the banner floating o’er us, The blue and the white. Letcher. Athletics Officers of A. C. C. Athletic Association Prof. C. M. Farmer Jack C. Taylor Rosser Lane Vernice Lang Jno. JYL Waters President V Vice-President Secretary Assistant Secretary Treasurer “Bun” Hearne Coach 1912 Officers of Baseball Department Kenneth B. Bowen Rosser Lane R. B. Stuart H. F. 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C The Atlantic Christian College is not an old institution, yet the interest and spirit manifested here in athletics is scarcely excelled. There is a growing interest in outdoor sports among the students and the Faculty encourages and fosters the various athletic activities of the college. Under the immediate direction of the Faculty Committee on Athletics is the Athletic Association, with a splendid organization, and, while students are not required to become members, they are expected and encouraged to do so that they may receive the training and development that these exercises afford. There are at present three departments of the Association with provision in the consti- tution for others to be formed when found necessary or expedient. The Tennis Department consists of several boys’ and girls’ clubs, regularly organized with officers and rules and fees of their own. This most excellent form of moderate exercise is very popular, and during the session of 1912-T3 there has been little time that the game could not be played in the open air. Basketball teams have been organized among both boys and girls. This game quickly became the favorite among those of sturdier physical qualities, and during the fall and winter months was much in vogue. As it was the first season that basketball has been played here no match games with other schools were held, but our equipment and successful work in that line this season has inspired us with the purpose to enter into competition with other institutions next year. The Baseball Department, however, is the one in which the largest interest centers. Our ball team has been one of the best college teams in the State. We were fortunate last year in having Mr. “Bun” Hearne, of Chapel Hill, to coach the team. He was exceeding popular, and showed himself not only to be proficient as a coach but also to be worthy of the confidence of the young men. This year we secured Mr. R. B. Stuart, of Greensboro, N. C., as coach, and Mr. Hearne was also with us for a short time. Mr. Stuart is not only an athlete and good coach but is a gentleman whose influence on college men is wholesome. Among the colleges with which we have scheduled this season are Eastern of Virginia; Trinity, Wake Forest, Guilford, and other leading institutions of the State. We cannot give here the schedule because at this writing schedule is not complete. The college has recently spent a good deal of money on the athletic grounds, and the Association has added much to its equipment. Great progress has been made this year along all lines, and the prospects for the future are most encourag- ing. It is our purpose to introduce other college games, all looking to the establish- ment of an annual field day as the culmination of the year’s work in athletics. What the Bells Bring Forth It’s bells at half past six each morn, While we through slumberland are borne, That call us back to sordid earth And make us leave our downy berth. Again at seven, too, they ring, And tell us into line to swing, That we may go down to breakfast— We call it so, but the fast does last. At seven-thirty comes the sound That sends us all up with a bound— Into the halls or out to play; But always brief is such delay, Because there sounds another bell The note of which ’s a deadly knell; For then to class we each must go, It matters not how little we know. And so the hours each pass away While each bell doles its weary lay, Until the hour, half past eleven, We turn our thoughts from earth to heaven. And then at twelve o’clock we fall Again in line at dinner’s call. Sometimes the time is there well spent, But often brings disappointment. From one to three the time is long But broken by the bell’s dull song. At half past three,—books pushed away, We leave the class and go to play, But still that bell will make alarm And call us in from what’s no harm To, what did you say? What, Tea? Well, that is what it ought to be. And then is heard the worst of all— The summons comes—“Out to Roll Call The Matron calls in stern demand; “Report demerits now in hand!” ’Tis then we meekly give account And stoop to drink at that sad fount That only fills us with despair When giv’n demerits by the pair. Then culture they call physical— Which brings us woe universal,— We come at seven this stunt to do— Enough to make an angel blue! It’s bells galore, we cannot name— ’Tis bells, ’tis bells for every game; It’s bells by which we sleep and eat; It’s bells by which we take a seat, By which we work, by which we play From early morn 'till close of day. But girls, be sure you do not sing, Nor make your soul with music ring! ’Cause there’s a bell that surely rings— Only sotne teachers do such things. And so the bell it drives us on As to its ring we sigh and moan. The nuisance of the school, I tell You, is the ringing, ringing bell. Oh, give us rest from its dull sounds! Our very life it from us hounds! Hayes Farish Phi Pi Club Motto: “Eat, drink and be merry, for tomorrow ye may die.” Time of Meeting: Midnight Place of Meeting: Room No. 8 Bessie Hodges...........................................................Chief Cook Sudie Hackney.......................................................Assistant Cook Annie Starr Katheryn Wells Vernice Lang Hattie Hodges Dishwashers Swi pers Members Bessie Hodges Vernice Lang Ella Hackney Sudie Hackney Claire Hodges Annie Mae Corbett Annie Starr Henrietta Mo ye Marie Bailey Katheryn Wells Hattie Hodges Yell: He-la—ha-loo! Ba-lick—ba-lime! We’re the girls Who eat all the time. Fruits and candies And nuts galore, Everything bought At Cousin’s store. TM ' ■ tig W':- mm :f -; v,-' ‘ v • zz - Wry KW VA . :' : � � Or w v. Fire Escape Experts M o o: “Get in if you can.” N. L. Perkins, Chief Expert “Do as I do and we will all land safe.” D. B. Oden, Rope Hanger ‘‘Three bells and all is well.” Robert Collins, Egg Scrambler “Keep your foot on the soft, soft pedal. Hush! don’t smack so loud.” Bob Swain, the Big Eater “If I only had some prunes.” Edmund Ling an, the Always Ready “If you can’t run, let somebody get there what can.” ‘ ‘ Doc’ ’ Farish , Ch ief Advisor “Boys, you had better pull off your shoes ere you wake the little Snookums.” II. Sitterson, the Noiseless “You had better keep watch for Prof essor F armer. ’ ’ “Sweety” Mayo, the Baby “Say, Collins, where is my bottle of milk?” Fbed Horne, the Chicken Getter “Gee! but can’t I reach up and get ’em?” Sawyer, the Powerful “Watch me and I will show you how.” Wiley Barnes, the Swift “Clear the track, I’m third floor bound.” George Barnes, the Go Easy “Don’t push me, my time is all my own.” “Rip” Wharton, the Sleepy Head “Crawl in, boys, I am sleepy.” Officers N. L. Perkins D. B. Oden . . ...............President Secretary and Treasurer Top row: Hazel Armstrong, Bessie Latham, Velma Harrington Bottom row: Mary Richardson, Katheryn Wells, Mamie Brooks “ The Midnight Crew ” Place of Meeting: Where the teachers are not Time of Meeting: Every Saturday night, twelve o’clock Object: To get all we can out of five cents a week Colors: Silver and black Flower: Moonflower Motto: Sh! Listen for the teachers. Yell: Hush! Hush! Hush! Don’t say a word. If a teacher’s around, We’ll all be heard. Members “Pickles” Armstrong “Brownie” Latham. . “Jack” Harrington.. “Babe” Richardson. . “Cat” Wells........ “Tiny” Brooks...... .....Chief Giggler ......Chief Leader . Chief Story Teller ........Chief Eater ......Chief Talker Chief Rule Breaker Signa I for Meeting: ‘ ‘ M-e-u-w. ’ ’ Time of Meeting: Any old time. Place of Meeting: Any old place. Members Eunice Andrews Bess Hodges Hattie Hodges . . Vernice Lang . . . Claire Hodges. . Marie Bailey . . . Henrietta Move “Kat” Wells. . . .........Chief Cat .......Serious Cat Back Fence Howler .....Chief Prowler ........Prissy Cat .........Black Cat .......Tabby Cat .......The Kitten Marie Vernice Eunice “Kat” Henrietta Hattie Bessie Claire Bailey Lang Andrews Wells Moye Hodges Hodges Hodges Tlie “Busted” Six J. Motto: Broke but happy. Colors: Gold and silver. Top row: William Cox, Leon Shields, Fred Henry Bottom row: Hall Andrews, Wilbur Congleton, Rosser Lane Andrews: “Two bits is my friend.” Lane: “I would but I can’t.” Shields: “Sorry, but I’m all in.” Cox: “Got a nickel?” Henry: “What’s the use?” Congleton: “When the ship comes in.” Crammers’ Club Mol to: Live to eat. Standing: May Smith, Ruth Whitley, Lill Chapman Seated at Left: Thelma Hodge, Hattie Mewborne Seated right, top down: Sudie May Cannon, Irma Cannon, Hazel Armstrong, Elizabeth Quinerly, Mary Belle Smith. Yell: Cram, cram, cram, Ram it down, jam it down, We’re the crammers from crammer’s town! Colors: Chocolate and Lill: Chief cook. May: Assistant cook and bottle washer. Ruth: “Hush! Miss Smith is coming.” Mary Belle: “I’ve got mine.” Sudie May: “Ouch! I burnt my finger.” Elizabeth: “Oh, girls, the bell is ringing.” Thelma: Joker. Hattie: Johnnie on the Spot. Hazel: Chief Crammer. Irma: Never gets enough. Song: “Bread of Heaven, feed me till I want no more.” The Travelers’ Club Motto: Transeamus Engineer: Professor Swarthout Conductor: Professor Barham Brake-man: Thelma Hodge Flagman: Mary Richardson Fireman: Mamie Doss Jennings Postal Clerk: Elizabeth Ford Baggage Master: Horace Settle Porter: Professor A. E. Muilberger Members Prof. E. L. Barham, Tennessee Mrs. E. L. Barham, Tennessee James Barham, Texas Dr. J. C. Caldwell, Missouri Mrs. J. C. Caldwell, Kentucky Elizabeth Caldwell, Kentucky James Davis, Tennessee Hayes Farish, Washington, D. C. Prof. C. M. Farmer, Virginia Mrs. C. M. Farmer, Virginia Currin Farmer, Virginia Elizabeth Ford, Kentucky Lula Godley, South Carolina Thelma Hodge, Georgia Mamie Doss Jennings, Tennessee Edmund Lingan, Texas John Lovett, Florida Wright Moore, Georgia Prof. Muilberger, Illinois Mary Richardson, South Carolina Maud Russell, South Carolina William Rice, South Carolina K. L. Salmon, Kentucky Ella H. Smith, Virginia Prof. G. E. Swarthout, Michigan Mrs. G. E. Swarthout, New York Horace Settle, Kentucky Harriet Settle, Kentucky Sand Fiddlers Convention Emblem: Sand Fiddler. Motto: Let every sand fiddler dig his own hole. Officers A. C. Fodrey... Sallie Holton. . . Claude Cara wan Lillie Hewett . . Chief Fiddler Sand Carrier .Mud Digger .Sand Tester Sand Fiddlers Orchestra First Violin, Sam Silverthorn Second Violin, Elsie Pugh Viola, Emlyn Midyette Violoncello, Pearl Johnston Bass Viol, G. H. Sullivan Trombone, David Oden Hambone, Robert Collins Cornet, Ralph Cara wan Hornet, Cora Cox Bassoon, B. F. Oden Kettle drum, R. L. Topping Bass drum, J. B. Swain Clarinet, Milburn Bishop Members Mr. G. E. Swarthout Mrs. G. E. Swarthout Leamon Whorton Reather Burbage A. H. Swain History of the Sand Fiddlers of A. C. C. We who live along the coast of the grand old Atlantic, realizing that, because of its influence, we are of finer stuff made, called a convention and perfected an organization. Because of our exclusiveness and splendid adaptability to circum- stances, we selected the fiddler crab (gerasimus) commonly called sand fiddler, as our emblem. Now the beautiful, agile, sand fiddler has many traits and customs that we emulate. Let the hill climbers and clod knockers of the interior note each fact as stated, and as far as in them lies be bettered thereby. Our astute emblem, on account of his genial nature, cannot avoid absorbing the elements of which his benign surroundings are composed, but the hard, mean ones he drops before they get through his skin; only the cleaned and refined ele- ments ever get into the real crab. When his skin becomes too heavily contaminated, he dons a new white one and discards the old with all its impurities and imperfections. When the young sand fiddler leaves the parental roof, he selects a quiet sunny place to build a home, and he calls in no one to help him build it. When com- pleted he uses his large, powerful claw for a door and woe to the enemy that tries to molest that home. When Mr. Crab wishes to go to a place, he starts immedi- ately, not taking time to turn around should he happen to be facing another way. Take notice, ye unsophisticated, there is nothing slow about we sand fiddlers. Take notice, outsiders, our meanness is never more than skin deep. Here is to the emblem of a hauteur clan; Here is to A. C. C. the college of our choice; Here is to the unfortunates, who by nature, are unable to join our band! If I my choice of life could take, It would be to live in the eastern part of the Old North State On the sandy shore of some beautiful rills, Separated forever from these sticky clay hills. Plii Sigma Tail Motto: “Cor unum, via unci11 Colors: Orange and black Flower: ‘‘Blackeyed Susan” Members Eunice Andrews Marie Bailey Sudie Hackney Bessie Hodges Hattie Hodges Vernice Lang Henrietta Move Susie Gray Woodard MARIE BAILEY The May Queen Inter-Society Oratorical Contest February 21st Hayes Farish W. A. Marlowe (Winner) Representatives Aletliiau Society John W. Walters Joseph 11. Swain Representatives Hesperian Society Intercollegiate Oratorical Peace Contest Raleigh, February 28th From colleges of renown and culture came men both honorable and worthy to the oratorical contest held at Raleigh, Friday, February 28, 1913. To us this was a day well worth remembering, for then it was that one of our fellow students, Mr. Horace H. Settle, won for us State honors, having won second prize in the Intercollegiate Contest. A college in its youth, with less than a hundred men in all its classes, that wins such distinction with contestants of the old established colleges, demands our consideration as well worthy of the name. Our orator, who wins for himself and his college such fame, has a secure place in the hearts of his college friends. Mr. Settle hails from a State noted for its orators. His father, the late Hon. Evan E. Settle, represented the famous old Ashland District, which the Clays and the Breckinridges made so influential, and defeated the last of these, W. C. P. Breckinridge, for Congress. While Mr. Settle is by birth a Kentuckian he is a Tarheel by adoption. For five years he has proved himself a worthy student of this institution, never murmuring, never complaining, he accepts with utmost sincerity what- ever duty is assigned him and tries to do it fully and honorably. He is akin to Moses in his humility; although twice a winner of the ora- torical medal in college, also a debater of no mean power, he has ever been the same, gentle, unassuming fellow, with no traceable sparks of conceit. Many are the times he has stood before large audiences, the soft melody of his voice ringing in the ears of his listeners, his face lighting up with the gift of inspiration, his eyes beaming with the interest which pours from his very soul. In deep, soft tones his words fall upon our ears, his language, dotted here and there with similes, metaphors and apostrophes, as the meadow land is dotted with spring flowers, finds a lovely pathway to our hearts. He is in every way a loyal son of A. C. C., a loyal member of the Hesperian Society, a preacher loyal to the cause of Christ. We predict for him a brilliant life, with the gifts which God has so bountifully laid upon him spent for His cause. In future years, when victory has crowned him with success, when the laurels of fame are his own, when he stands before a multitude of Christian followers and a host of men steeped in sin, when his voice rings out from behind the sacred desk, and the tender, loving voice of a Saviour pleads through him, when scores of hearts are melted by his words, then will he reach that fullness which now is budding; then will it burst into full bloom. Debaters B. F. Oden John W. Walters Hesperian Hesperian J. E. Smith W A Marlowe Alethian Alethian To Beguile the Lonely Hours Sly Glimpses Into a School Girl’s Diary 1912. Sept. 10—School opens. Reunion of old students and a lot of homesick “freshies.” Meet just loads of girls and a “few” boys. Am settled in my room for the time being. Have just been studying a long list of rules tacked up on my door facing. Have almost learned them by heart. Sept. 14—Classification and meals on time. Almost forgot that this was a co-educaticnal school and was gently reminded by an old student. What a life ahead of me! Sept. 31—Join the Alethian Society. Learn one lesson today—“Look out for Mr. Barham.” Oct. 4—Town boys and girls gave a swell reception tonight to the college students. We all have an extremely charming time; sandwiches, pickles, etc., served and I divide mine with a “stranger” whom I hope to know better. Am decidedly out of humor when bell rings to say “Goodnight.” There are many sighs and I receive a piece of poetry. Oct. 31—We girls plan to give a Hallowe’en party to the boys. I get up at 4:30 a. m. and work hard all daj' decorating and buying pumpkins. Floors covered with leaves; we hang gourds and ripe corn on the chandeliers and stack cornstalks in every corner, while grinning pumpkins are placed in every conspicuous place. Study hall this afternoon, but I got excused. Tonight all the girls mask and disguise as witches, ghosts, goblins, gypsies, etc. Awfully weird and ghostly when the “gentlemen” first arrive, but jolly enough when we unmask. All have a glori- ous time and 11:30 comes only too quick. Many hurried “goodnights,” and whispered prom- ises at the last moment, and we all come up to lie abed and talk till morning. Nov. 5—Nothing happened of any note. Nov. S—Miss Jennings, the Expression teacher, presents “Polly of the Circus” to a delighted audience in the Auditorium. Get a ticket from “him” and talk to the same one afterwards. The talk is mostly about the play. Goodness me! She’s some actress. She put Billie Burke, Anna Held, and the rest of them in the dark tonight. Dr. Caldwell worried me silly ringing bells and turning out lights and I was sorry then that I had put so much time on the play. Am dreadfully out of humor. Nov. 10—Lucy and I hide a girl’s switch between the mattress and springs. Terrible lot of excitement about it. Lucy offers to lend her some hair, however, and we are not suspicioned, for the poor girl gladly accepts. Her mother hears of it and so do the college authorities. Nov. 11—Switch discovered in cleaning up; the owner must have put it there at night and forgotten about it. So much excitement over nothing! Take dinner at my cousin’s in town, and eat so much typsy cake that I— Well, I sat up all night long in agony, suffering from an acute angle of indigestion, so the matron said. Nov. 13—Was so mad this evening I was almost vicious and came upstairs with evil intent. Tore up all the beds in the dormitory while the rest were eating supper and taking Physical Culture; mixed pillows, hid bed linen and parts of mattresses, my own as well, to avoid suspicion, and sat down to await results. They returned. Teachers were summoned, and bountiful demerits promised to the “nervy” one who dared. I was furious (of course) at the condition of my room. Will sleep well tonight, having escaped the demerits so easily. Nov. 15—Bragged too soon. Got my first demerit tonight. Miss Myrtie presents it, stammeringly but beautifully, after first refusing to partake of our feast which we were so immensely enjoying after light bell. Hereafter we have decided not to “smack” so loud. Nov. 16—Popped a bag at Miss Salmon’s door and the hall rang with that indignant per- son’s voice immediately after the occurrence. Resolved to join Prayer Meeting “Association” provided I don’t have to pray aloud. Nov. 17—Got a crowd of girls in my room and turned out the light. Put up the shade, letting in a flood of moonlight. All sat up in bed and told “ghost” stories. I told “Moldered away in the cold, cold clay” and was surprised to see that not one stirred when I finished. I touched them and found that they were all scared stiff. Their voices were soon found, however, when I screamed, “Look behind you, girls!” and the experiment resulted in the appearance of the Lady Principal demanding an explanation. We slept three in a bed that night. Nov. 20—Most of the girls go to church tonight, but three of us are right here as usual. We decided to have some fun when they left, so we tie Susie in a room to herself, and make sev- eral “pie” beds, including Miss Salmon’s. (Morning edition). After light bell last night the matron’s voice rang out “If I find out who made these ‘pie’ beds, they’ll certainly report a demerit tomorrow night.” I was asleep the next minute. Nov. 21—Everybody gone to the Convention but “us.” Seven teachers gone, had only two classes today A crowd of us have a “spread” this evening and I eat so much that I am compelled to drink two glasses of water and then—Oh my! I nearly “comblisticated” before help came. Had study hour this afternoon, and stereoptican views after supper in Auditorium by Science Professor. The President tells about his trip abroad, as the views reveal the dif- ferent scenes through which he traveled. No Social Period. Nov. 22—Went down town with my “cousin”(?) Tried to buy buttons from Oettinger’s and found that I was in the “Men’s Department.” Got back to the college safely. Nearly danced my head off after supper, and then sat down to masticate an excruciating German lesson. Nov. 23—Test in Geometry. Got along fine. Washed my head, that is, the girls experi- ment on it. They nearly washed the color out. Drowned an unsuspecting person who passed under our window by emptying a whole bowlful of soapy water on his head and shoulders. I shall never forget his expression when he raised his eyes to mine. My chum spends the night with us and we eat pickles and crackers. I try to push the bed out from the wall but succeed in pushing both bedfellows off the bed. This produces an uproarious burst of laughter and results in the appearance of Miss Smith and a curtain lecture. Nov. 24—Took dinner in town today. Some good! Got kissed while I was eating an orange and was highly indignant, of course. I was sweet sixteen and had never been kissed and now my record’s broken. Boo! Hoo! “Life is one d— thing right after another.” Most of the girls had gone to church when I got back to the college, but those who had not assembled in the parlor and we told “ghost” stories again. This time I told “I am thy Father’s Ghost; beneath Yon Massive Oak lie My Bones”—(It scared them as bad as it did the first set). I announced that I had to go to my room and thus left them in a “goose-bumpy,” “straight-hair” condition. Instead of going to my room, however, I tiptoed into the next room and softly open- ing the folding doors I slowly and mysteriously pulled back the dark heavy curtains exposing a dark room (I had turned out the lights previously). What followed is difficult to write. My own blood curdled as I listened to the terrific screams which lasted for about a minute. By that time the space had been cleared and not a girl was in sight. Mrs. Barham has almost con- vinced us that it was purely imagination, but there are serious doubts as } et. Nov. 25—Furnace out of commission! All our girls are huddled over oilstoves and around one fireplace which was built for picturesqueness rather than service. Wrote a note to--- and my hand froze in the process. Roommate skipped, and I had to clean up room alone in this frigid climate. Shall pull cover off her tonight, just for that! Felt awful lonesome this evening and was cheered by a chrysanthemum. Nov. 28—Thanksgiving—No fire and Cold as blazes. Snow an inch deep and still deepening. I decide to stay in bed all morning to keep my nose from freezing off. (Holiday, of course )• My joy knows no bounds when my roommate, returning from breakfast, lugs in a box from my home. A hatchet is quickly secured and contents sampled. Turkey, cakes, fruits, nuts, candies, etc., etc., an enormous bottle of olives, etc. A letter enclosed in which my sister mourns her loss at the Norfolk races. She is no “better” and I warned her before. Get up for dinner and, oh, such a dinner! A. C. C. has never seen its equal before! My appetite was appalling and I was not sure after the third course whether I could make the distance upstairs, unaided, or not. No social all day long and am caught three times carrying on a conversation from the circular room window with “somebody” out in the snow. Had to give it up as a dangerous project. “Cata- line Club” organized to “get even” with teachers. Ropes are secured to tie the teachers in at midnight, and a bucket of water is poised ready for the professor downstairs should he appear on the stairs landing and everything is in readiness for the siege and bombardment. (Morning edition). Gee whiz! If one could have felt the atmosphere at that untimely hour of the night! It was ten degrees below zero and still freezing, so my nose said. Not one child ventured but one foot out and that was quickly taken in. Napoleon himself would not have crossed the Alps on such a night! However, we contented ourselves by knowing that one or two of the teachers, knowing that something was up, paced the cold, icy halls at that hour to make sure that all was well. Nov. 30—New furnace in. O joy! Such a cracking of pipes and flooding of steam. I had almost wasted away into ice cream, but am now thawing up wonderfully. Dec. 1—Went to church of course. Heard every word the preacher said. He preached on “Love ye one another.” It was very instructive. Miss Kathleen Salmon (aged ?) announced this afternoon that she would give five demerits to any one who dared call her “Kat.” I was dared to pin Miss “Cat” Salmon on her door, and, as it hurts me to take a dare, I did it. Miss Kathleen Salmon hasn’t said a word. What a strange old world! Dec. 5—Three of us girls skip Study Hall, and when next seen we were watching the “movies” at the “Amuzee” Theater. Across the aisle were several college boys with whom we enjoyed an “old fashioned” Social Period. Serious trouble awaits us if caught. Luckily we were not missed, as we studied together in the Circle Room that afternoon. Walked home with Mr. Farish. (The nerve of some people.) Dec. 7—Horrible lesson in Geometry! Simply can’t get those awful originals! Dec. 12—Was in the Circle Room looking out today,--------was on the outside looking in, when Miss Smith walked in. She asked him if he wanted to see her. He blushed and vanished. Poor little boy—shocks are so unhealthy! Big fire tonight in sight of buildings! Stables, horses and mules all “going up in smoke.” The view was bad from my window so I slipped in another girl’s room and watched it all during Study Hall. Wondered why I wasn’t caught but learned later that the teacher herself had gone to the fire. I was not familiar with the movements of Napoleon in my Early History lesson the next morning. Dec. 14—Feel unusually good today. Poured medicine down a sick (?) child, painted two other girls and “soaked” Velma before Miss Smith got on the trail. A few drops of water hit Lucy’s bed, which produced some melodious music written in high, black keys—I never knew a glass of water could do as much harm as Miss Smith said it could tonight. Dec. 15—Am the leading lady in a benefit play. Oh, my! What if mother could see me now! Dec. 17—Awfully restless all afternoon. Nothing doing—direct opposition to my nature. Couldn’t concentrate my mind on studies, so went to bed during Study Hall. Teacher saw me and my roommate said I had a severe headache. I did feel queer. Dec. 18—Study Hall this afternoon and I perform tonight. Prof. Muilberger gives a Recital. Social period afterwards. Sleep very little. Dec. 19—Demosthenians give their open session, after which we enjoy an “old fashioned social period.” Jolly good time. Dec. 20—Everybody preparing to leave for “Home, Sweet Home.” Such anticipation! Christmas in our bones! Big celebration tonight on campus at 12:30. Skyrockets, firecrackers, Roman candles, babywakers, etc., take part. Big excitement in Girl’s Dormitory till morning. “Home, Sweet Home” is sung to the top of our voices in the dead hours of the night and the matron gets no more rest that night. Leave tomorrow morning for home at S o’clock. Every- thing packed. 1913. Jan. 7—Arrived late last night, to enter into my studies again this morning. Have for- gotten everything I ever knew and have got to get ready for Midterm Exams. Such revelry during the Holidays! This discipline will kill me now. Am glad I left my book here else it would have been run over with news that no college girl ought to know. Jan. 19—Played sick and didn’t go to church. Read the Bible. I think Jezebel was a bold, bad woman. My roommate went to sleep during Meditation Hour and I amused myself by covering her face and hair with Airfloat powder (perfectly harmless), pinned her to the bed with safety pins, and sprinkled pepper ’round her nose. Slipped in next girl’s room, then journey to the next as my boldness increases. Enjoy the scenery from her window, which overlooks quite a thoroughfare on Sunday evenings. Miss Myrtie went in to see how I was (I was supposed to be suffering) and—well I should have been in my room and I should have also been sick. I explained that I went to the next room for “quinine.” Jan. 21—Am now writing fluently in other languages. My progress is remarkable. Pup e rus fuf u mum e dud, Mum a mum 'Sus pup i lul lul o wack, wack i tut hash a i rus rus o i lid a nun dud pup o wack dud e rus pup e pup pup e rus. My translations and pronunciations are perfect. Jan. 28—Got out of all Midterm Exams and my joy was unspeakable. Have read every Cosmopolitan, Saturday Evening Post and Ladies' Home Journal lately published and my mind is now constantly associated with “The Flirt,” “The Country Doctor, ’ ’ “Barbara” and “Jacquelein.” Feb. 3—Went autoing this evening. Elm City is a small place. Had a jolly good time, tho’, even if I couldn’t sit with the chaffeur, for our chaperon was perfectly lovely to me. Toasted marshmallows tonight until we were all sick—that is we “ached.” Feb. 6—Study Hall this afternoon. Music Recital tonight was just splendid. I was on the “outside looking in” as I didn’t care to go down, for certain reasons. I was supposed to perform but (un)gracefully declined after a heated conversation with the Music Professor. Feb. 13—Meeting of the classes for the “Annual.” Was elected one of the officers of my class—but have no material to get up for that illustrious book. Feb. 14—Valentine Day. Am in receipt of several valentines thru the mail from “Dan Cupid.” Light snow and awfully sloppy. Boys give a swell banquet, which is simply perfect from the time we walk down the receiving line until we finish the last course at the long tables and say our “au revoirs. We are allowed to inspect their rooms, which we find immaculate and decidedly interesting, tho’ we are cautioned not to misuse the rugs, etc., as they are only loaned by the Wilson Furniture Store and are to be returned in the morning. Two flashlight pictures are taken of the dining room, and while our President acts as toastmaster Cupid points out several couples that have been wounded by his arrows. Feb. 19—Broke a beautiful day. Holiday unexpectedly announced in order to take pic- tures for the Annual. Social Period all day—awfully tiresome. Feb. 21—The day of the Oratorical Contest between the “Alethians” and “Hesperians.” Terrible feud. Inseparable friends, heretofore, do not speak to each other today. “Hesperian” colors, red and white, hang over the college steeple, while at a dizzier height and a little to the right the dear old Alethian colors, blue and gold, float gaily in the breeze. I ski]) classes and decorate the fire escape with our colors while two blue and gold flags hang out my window. This afternoon the Alethian boys erect an eighty foot pole on the campus and the “Alethian” flag is hoisted to the top amid the cheers and yells of every member. The Hesperians left ’bout that time. Excitement intense tonight. The orators took their places on the platform. All four shamed Cicero in their wonderful orations! Judges retired for decision. Venerable lawyer (one of the judges) mounted the platform and after stating the merits of each individual (during which time we all held our breath) he turned to our representative, W. A. Marlowe, and presented the medal. Yells were given by our Society and the winner was borne on the shoulders of “our” boys while the “Hesperians” completely wilted. Feb. 22—Worn out, but am sorry the excitement is over. Hesperians’ grave in the flower bed; their colors are buried beneath the sod. Played basketball all this evening. Feb. 25—Propped Mary’s bed up on sticks and when she got in the whole thing fell. Am laughing yet. The poor child thought she was being killed. Mar. 1—We girls have a “tacky” party in Circle Room and all deserve the prize. Laugh myself sick, and then play games until late. Mar. 6—We girls go to the ball park with Prof. Barham as “chaperon.” The “special” I went to see wasn’t there. Shucks! Received a “rambunktious” piece of poetry from “Mutt.” My head is in a swim to know why he sent it. Mar. 7—Miss Jennings gives an Expression Recital, but was so tired out when it was over that I hurried upstairs and went to bed. I think I’m homesick! Mar. 12—Everybody handing in work for the “Annual.” Xot having the talents with which to contribute anything to that interesting book I content myself by writing in my Diary when no one is looking. I wonder if my book will ever be found, like Laura Madison’s in “The Flirt.” I shall surely raise “something” if it is. I am going to keep it until I am an old maid and then won’t I laugh to think that I used to be so silly. Mar. 15—Several of us girls are suffering terribly from stretched necks. The lower panes of the windows downstairs (those facing Boy’s Dormitory in particular) have been iced (painted white), and in our efforts to see over them we have so dreadfully disproportioned our necks that some of us quite resemble giraffes. The boys, too, are bothered, and have been standing on their tiptoes ever since the preposterous thing was done. Mar. 21—Big revival meeting at Christian Church been going on for two weeks. Stud} Hall prolonged ’til 11 o’clock that the students might attend. Several converts. Mar. 23—Easter Sunday, and about all the girls gone home but “us.” We took dinner in town and had a “huge” time. Took pictures after dinner and went to church tonight to show my new suit—and hear the sermon. April 1—Girls’ rising bell rung at 4:30 this a. m. It was hard to get up at that hour but I had determined to do it, and succeeding in doing it so quietly that I woke no one up. We had six different calls to breakfast, and we all sweetened (?) our coffee with salt when at last we ate. I helped myself to avoid suspicion, but was in no hurry to taste it. I made three sandwiches of soap, quinine and ginger and had not the “unusuality” of my generosity been noted I would have been able to dispose of them all. Baseball team doing some playing now. A. C. C. will soon play with Philadelphia Nationals. April 6—Terrible test! I “flunked” beautifully after two hours of faithful cramming. Go to walk this evening on Nash Street for recreation. Hear something particularly interesting concerning a certain illustrious gentleman from Graubeck, X. C. April 26—Playing basketball always, tennis once in a while. Heard an awful noise under the bed about 11:30 last night. Screamed, “A man, a man!” and Miss Smith was the first to arrive. The frightened mouse was discovered and Miss Smith, disappointed, went back to her room. May 1—Preparations for Commencement. “Pageant” progressing fine. It will be some big thing. “As You Like It” to be presented. May 16—Told ghost stories until bedtime, then stuffed a suit of clothes and put under a girl’s bed. Terrific scream just before light bell. Halls fill with girls and teachers. Miss Myrtie takes inventory and finds the “man.” The “suit of clothes” awaits trial next morning, but (having been cautioned to take good care of them) I cause them to dissappear before that time and they are not seen again in the Girls’ Dormitory. May 18—Cramming for Exams. May 20, 21, 22—Final Exams. Awfully busy. May 24—A day of rest. A big package from home concerning Commencement apparel. May 26—Visitors arriving daily. Several relatives staying in town, and I pack dirt for Uncle Sam going backward and forward without permission. May 29—Last page of my book and I haven’t space to begin to tell about this wonderful Commencement. The sermons, Recitals and exercises and plays were just a perfect success, and thoroughly enjoyed by all. Am dead tired, but not so tired as the Seniors. Am packing things tonight and leave the dear old place for home tomorrow a. m. I long to get home but I shall be terribly lonesome when separated from all my dear girl friends of A. C. C. It is really sad and had we not planned so many house parties and visits together for the summer I’m sure I would sit right down and cry. Today is the last day of school and it is written on the last page of my Diary, which I am going to pack away in the very bottom of my trunk and keep until I’m an old, old lady. Wliat’s in a Name? It was a beautiful place—that old fashioned country home—and it was here that the old Godly Bishop, a Citizen of a nearby town, had gone to spend a few Weeks, during the month of May, to get Moore rest than the noisy city afforded. It was the Wright place, too, for such seclusion. The numerous Brooks, in which one old Farmer actually claimed to catch Salmon, the massive Chestnutt and Hazel nut trees which shaded many a long and picturesque Lane, and the large weeping Willa that stood back of the old colonial mansion, all aided in the beauty of the landscape. It had Ben many a long Day since the old house had Ben inhabited. The old Noble or Earl, whichever it might have Ben, having returned to the old country to Settle in Spain for the sake of “Auld Lang Syne.” The Hall was, therefore, dark and rusty and the old family armor, composed of Shields and swords which adorned the walls, was beginning to rust, while the old village black Smith had to be called in to open the doors on their rusty hinges. In this very Hall years ago fair maidens and chivalrous men had assembled and many a light foot had danced the old Virginia Reel across its bare floors. Here the boom of the Cannon had been heard across the distant Fields and many an Arm strong had wielded the weapons which now hung upon the dark walls. But though age had stained its seal on the old mansion and had caused the Wells to be filled up it had not marred the beauty of the landscape. The Waters still rushed on gleefully under the little Bridges and past the Outer bridges and flowed on to nourish the Rice Fields in the background. Life was teeming in everything, even the Russell of the leaves in the tree cried out that Spring had come. And at night when the first Starr would appear through the dim Hayes that, enveloped the land one could not help but wish that an old Harper or min- strel of the old Days were there to portray it in his songs. So it was here that the old man arrived in a Carr from the city to enjoy his seclusion during the Weeks that followed, determined to be young again, to Ford the streams himself and Leggitt where he had hitherto rode. Bessie Latham. The Social Side One of the most enjoyable entertainments of the year was a reception given to the students and Faculty by the young people of Wilson. All formality was discarded and a general mingling of the students and the young people of Wilson was the result. Their royal hospitality, their delightful entertainment and their sincere friendship we deepty appreciate. Delightful refreshments were served while music was being furnished by the Wilson Band. sfc :jc As customary we have had two entertainments given by the students this year, one Hallowe’en, given by the girls, the other a banquet given by the boys on St. Valentine’s Day. On the morning before Hallowe’en a peculiar document signed by Hecate was presented in Chapel. It contained an order that the boys appear in the Reception Room Hallowe’en. The lobby was darkened, decorated as befitted the occasion with tall weirdlike forms. The Reception Room was full of mysticism; placards, mystic pots and jack-o-lanterns were on every side. A gypsy camp was nearby where fortunes were told. As the boys entered the weird room they were met by ghosts who presented the peas with which to buy a lady. Numerous were the personages present to witness and participate in the sale, among them Martha Washington, Bo-peep, Buster Brown, Red Riding Hood, Minnehaha, nurses, knights, and witches. As the evening came near a close and the mysticism and weirdness died away, whom did the boys discover but their own classmates (the girls) impersonating the characters enumerated. 5}: As St. Valentine’s morn dawned upon us, we peeped to see our mother earth wrapped in her snowy white garments, and the trees with crystal hangings. Not a tiny bud in sight, even the birds seemed dreaming this morning, but quickly we awakened from our musings to dream of the pleasant things which awaited us when the toil of the day was over. ’Twas a day of unusual excitement with the boys and numerous were the errands upon which St. Valentine sent them. Their rooms were made tidy for a critical inspection from the young ladies and the Fac- ulty. After the sightseeing, frappe was served; then followed a five course supper. Between the courses, toasts were made by members of the Faculty and by Dr. Best—the guest of honor—to the “College Boys,” “The College Girls,” “The College Twenty Years Hence,” “The Baseball Boys,” and others. Dr. Caldwell served as toastmaster. The dining room was richly decorated in pink and green. :}: :js :}: Twice every year does each society muster her soldiers, array herself for battle and go forth to conquer, but failure is the stepping stone to success, so each society rejoices in her success and profits by her failures; from her defeats does she rise, and shake her mighty locks, like the sleeping giant when he arises, and go forth, with renewed vigor and determination. February twenty-first was a day of universal enthusiasm and interest, since that was the day for the annual Inter-Society Contest. As the grey morning appeared in the eastern sky two flags floated from the highest point of the tower; the one red and white; the other, blue and gold. Proudly they floated in the morning breeze, proudly were they hailed by each society. Soon we saw another blue and gold flag ascend a pole and un- furl in the breeze, but, quickly we saw floating with the same pride red and white flags on the topmost spaces of the Boys’ Dormitory; thus it continued. The evening came to a close, the hour of the contest arrived. Messrs. Waters and Swain represented the Hesperians and ably so, each one throwing his own soul into his production. Messrs. Farish and Marlowe represented the Alethians, doing much credit to their society. Mr. Marlowe received the medal. Thus another memorable page in the history of the societies was turned. A very interesting feature of our college life is our magazine, The Radiant, and the College Annual, The Pine Knot. Not one of the students but is fired with interest and enthusiasm when these publications are completed. Very enjoyable to all of us are the recitals given by the Music and Expression Departments. Madam Gossip Editorial The last picture has been taken and the last article handed in; the odor of midnight oil is strong in the Editor’s study and the tables are literally covered with manuscripts, so with trembling hand and tired brain he begins penning this editorial. The hand is not trembling as much from excessive fatigue as it is from anxiety as to the reception of this, the second issue of The Pine Knot, and the brain is not as tired from overwork as it is from pondering over plans and devices that are thought to be for the pleasure of the many friends and readers of these pages. In presenting this volume to the public we can truly say that, if your criti- cisms are at all sharpened as you pronounce them, you would willingly temper them to the verge of softness did you but in part realize the sacrifice, the long hours of toil, the sleepless nights, and the many struggles that these pages, which are dedicated to your pleasure, represent. It is but just that special mention lie made of some who have been found at their post of duty doing more than their share of the drudgery in this work. The Assistant Editor in Chief has been faithful, untiring and invaluable in her sup- port and her service. No task has been too hard for her to perform and no part of the work connected with this Board too difficult for her to attack. Without her gracious encouragement, her ever cheerful disposition shedding its rays of soft light across the dreary threshold of the Editor’s stud} and penetrating the heaps of manuscript, mellowing the harsh criticism and unkind words ringing in his ears as midnight merged into morning hours, and lightening the burdens heaped upon those who were laboring, the task would have been harder, the burden heav- ier, and to a measure the success of the book less. Added to the excellent work of the Assistant Editor in Chief has been the inestimable value of Mrs. Mary Day Swarthout’s assistance as she has led her class in the cartooning and designing for the Annual. Early and late she has labored. Unmurmuring, uncomplaining, she has studied and worked with but a single aim, and that to enhance the value of The Pine Knot. To say that the book would by no means be what it is had Mrs. Swart hout not fired it with the genius of art that she so richly possesses is not saying a single word too much. Coupled with Mrs. Swarthout’s great contribution is that of her talented Art Class, who have carried out to the full all instructions of their efficient leader. We could not attempt to name those who have made valuable contributions to the work of this book without calling especial attention to the splendid work of our English teacher, Miss Salmon. Her kindly criticisms, her sagelike advice, her correction of manuscript and many suggestions have been the means of allevi- ating the burdens of the Staff and making a valuable asset to the attractiveness and literary trend of this book. While we have made mention of some in a definite way for their highly appre- ciated assistance, there are many others who deserve honorable mention, but lim- ited space demands a cessation of such mention. However, there is one to whom we owe a hearty expression of appreciation. We have seen the ingratitude to his benefactor of one benefited and abhorred that spirit, so we feel that it would be a breach of gratitude and appreciation not to mention an honorable member of the Alumni because of his connection with The Pine Knot. The one to whom I refer is none other than Mr. Clement Mandy Morton, who is the founder of The Pine Knot. The last year of Mr. Morton’s connection with the school as a student he conceived the idea of a Col- lege Annual. With his broad vision that prompted the challenge of large things he set to work to make his vision a reality and a real contribution to Atlantic Christian College. The result was a glorious success and we are but building upon his foundation as we construct the plan of this book, and complete and send it forth to represent student life at Atlantic Christian College. Now, gentle reader, as you peruse these pages, look upon the faces of friends, and smile at the things at which we have smiled, we hope you will enjoy the book in possessing it as much as we enjoy presenting it to you. In presenting this volume we have sought to suppress all exaggerations as well as all misrepresentations and give to you a mirror in which you may get a view of college life as it actually exists in Atlantic Christian College. It has been our aim to give to our fellow students a means through these pages of presenting college life, friendships, and happiness, and allowing them to be bonds that tie us to memories that are sacred, sweet, and tender—dear as life itself. So as you leave these halls, fellow student, carry with you this chain of happy memories that its jingle may be music to your tired heart when the years roll by in the hereafter of your life and you come to face the real, hard facts of life in a cold, unsympathetic world. If the tender ties that bind us as we leave the halls of this college—to many of us as sweet as home itself—are but preserved and strength- ened throughout life, then this book will not have lost its purpose and our effort will not have been in vain. Editor. ALTHOUGH the foregoing cartoon suggests the end of the matter composing this book, yet the end is still to be reached, because The Pine Knot would be incomplete without the suc- ceeding valuable additions. We decided to depart from our former methods of the old manner of advertising this year and give a recommendation and write up of a number of the leading business and professional concerns of Wilson. It is with genuine pleasure and implicit confidence that we commend to our friends, readers and the student body the firms following this notice and remind them of the fact that in all our dealing with them we have always been elevated to a high appreciation of their integrity, efficiency in the lines they represent and their vital interest in the student body of Atlantic Christian College; her principles, her mission and her ideals, and when the darkness through which she had to struggle in her early history settled thickly over her rugged way their interest was manifested in liberal contributions to her support. Therefore, gentle reader, do not think that you have read this book through until you have read our commendations of our friends in the city of Wilson. We also wish to remind you that the Parcel Post System has increased the facility of mail order service and our friends will extend the same courtesy to you that they have to us at all times if you are shopping, or if you need attention in any capacity that those represented in these pages serve. You will find capable, efficient and satisfactory service here rendered. Editor. EDWIN B. CHURCHWELL Jeweler and Optometrist WILSON, NORTH CAROLINA Diamonds, Watches, Jewelry, Silver and Glassware, and kindred lines Engraved Stationery Department Wedding and Reception Invitations Announcements, Visiting Cards, School Commencement Invitations, Monogram Paper You are invited to call and inspect a complete line We have the agency for Co., one of the finest lines in A merica NO MATTER WHERE YOU LIVE The Parcel Post or Express Will Deliver OUR goods to YOUR Door We want every Student of A. C. to remember this when you go home this summer. Tell your parents and friends about us, and remember that when you want Dependable Goods we have them; styles always the newest; qualities always the best. HEADQUARTERS for Coat Suits, Skirts, Dresses, Silk, Woolen and Cotton Dress Materials with Trimmings to match, Shoes, Evening Slippers, Silk Hose, Gloves, etc., for ladies. Clothing, Hats, Underwear, Shoes, Shirts, Holeproof Hose, Silk Sox, Ties, etc., for men. Samples cheerfully submitted on request. Write us your wants. All goods sent subject to your approval. If unsatisfactory return to us and your money will be promptly refunded. Notice: As a college we are united in our recommendation of Oettinger’s Dependable Store. The members of this firm have been loyal supporters of Atlantic Christian College since her establishment and it gives us pleasure to take this opportunity to recommend this concern to all friends and students of A. C. C. as second to no firm in our city as a representative of every true principle of business dealing. We hope all incoming students will remember the Depend- able Store. Editorial Staff. Clark Bros. Pettus THE STORE WITH SEVEN FRONTS Perhaps there is no firm representing the line of business that this concern repre- sents that is better known throughout Eastern Carolina than is the firm of Clark Bros, and Pettus. The gentlemen composing this firm are: Messrs. W. T. Clark, J. J. Clark and T. F. Pettus, men widely known for fair dealings in every line of commerce they represent, close adherence to the ethics of business, and recog- nized as possessing high ideals of the standards of trade. These qualifications of its members have won for the firm a vast patronage throughout the city and Eastern Carolina in the following lines: Dealers in Live Stock: This firm has satisfied even the hardest conditions of this line of trade. Vehicles—the kind that carry you safely on your journey without break- downs or overworking your team. Harness—the kind that will not break when you most need a manifesta- tion of Durability. Bicycles—the kind easily pedaled. Farm Implements—the up to date, modern makes of latest improve- ments. Paint—the class of goods that will stand the weather; Oils of the best grades; Varnishes, the kind that give satisfaction. Sewer Pipe of a high class type. Wire Fence—the kind that keeps your stock in pasture and other people’s stock out of your crops. These gentlemen do a business that is as modern, up to date and satisfactory as it is varied. We are delighted to recommend their business to the public and urge larger patronage as well as to account them friends of Atlantic Christian College. Numbers 121-133 S. Goldsboro Street Hackney Wagon Co. MANUFACTURERS OF Farm Wagons, Farm Carts, Log Wagons and Carts Spring Drays, Spring Tobacco Trucks AND WE ARE NOW PUTTING ON A LINE OF Dairy, Delivery and Parcel Post Wagons Wilson enjoys the reputation of having the largest Wagon Factory in the South, turning out annually 15,000 wagons, and a trade that is growing so rapidly that it has been hard to increase the plant fast enough to meet the growing demand. A post card will bring catalogue of either Farm Wagons or the Spring line, write for prices and terms. HACKNEY WAGON CO., Wilson, N. C. One and two horse Farm Wagons made in all sizes. Patterson Drug Co. Illlllllllllllllfllllllllllllllil .. .. ..... ' r: .- ' THE LEADING DRUG STORE V. This is one of Wilson’s model establishments. The busi- ness was incorporated in 1905 and has long since entered upon a prosperous and promising career. The store is one of the neatest and most attractive in the State, being fully abreast of the times in appointments. The carefully selected stock includes pure fresh drugs and chemi- cals, perfumes, toilet articles, druggist’s sundries, stationery, cigars, candies, etc., while a handsome soda fountain adds to the popularity of the store. The officers of the company are E. L. Tarkenton, Presi- dent, and A. Patterson, Secretary and Treasurer, both of whom give their personal attention to the management of the business. They are highly educated pharmacists of long practical experi- ence, and enjoy the confidence of the trade and the leading phy- sicians of the city. Special attention is given to the compounding of prescrip- tions. Messrs. Tarkenton and Patterson are proud of their reputation as dependable druggists. They are unceasingly striving to perfect their every department by adopting par- ticular methods, and are being rewarded by an ever increas- ing host of customers, who find the facilities of the store most advantageous. Illlllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll LOCATED AT THE Corner of Nash and Tarboro Streets Hackney Buggies and Carriages REASONS FOR RUYING A HACKNEY BUGGY It is constructed of the best material by the best me- chanics, and is built from the beginning in our own fac- tory. Not an assembled buggy. It is an easy riding buggy—the Sheldon Oval Top springs make it so, and these springs will not break. No extra charge for them, either. It is an easy pulling buggy—we use the TON DON axle, the best axle on earth, and no extra charge for it. It is the best painted buggy on the market. Five weeks required to paint it, and only the highest quality of paint used. If you haven’t a mirror at home substitute our buggy body. It is the cheapest buggy on the market, quality considered. It outlasts the average buggy two to one, and where you have to pay us five to ten dollars more than you are charged for the average buggy we are giving you forty to fifty dollars more in value. BEST GUARANTEE: It is a guaranteed buggy, and our guarantee is worth something. We have been building buggies over fifty years, and if anything wrong occurs with your buggy you know where to find us. BEST BUILT: BEST RIDING: BEST PULLING: BEST PAINTED: BEST PRICE: Write for catalogue and prices. Manufactured by HACKNEY BROS., Wilson, N. C. Wilson Hardware Go. SUCCESSORS TO George D. Green Hardware Co. It is with pleasure that we recommend this up to date, progressive firm of the city of Wilson to the public. The courteous gentlemen, Messrs. S. W. Richard- son, President, J. B. Gray, Jr., Vice-President, and J. B. Barnes, Secretary and Treasurer, are recognized as men of true integrity, sterling business qualities, and broad visioned citizens of Wilson among their business associates. The following is the highly representative lines of goods in which they deal on a large scale: Wholesale and Retail Stoves, Ranges, Sporting Goods Agricultural Implements, Paints, Oils and Building Material Also Agents for Majestic Ranges This firm is located in one of the most prominent places of the busiest busi- ness block on Nash Street. It is an old established concern and the business establishments of Wilson would be incomplete without the presence of this highly reputable and thoroughly equipped firm. As the members of the Wilson Hardware Company have ever stood by At- lantic Christian College as loyal friends to a worthy cause so the college Faculty and student body desire to express their delight in commending this business con- cern to incoming students and all other friends to the college. The Wilson Sanatorium had its beginning as a private institution in 1895 in the old home of Dr. Ruffin on Nash Street, adjoining the New Briggs Hotel. It was organized by Doctors C. E. Moore and Albert Anderson and operated under the firm Moore and Anderson. The following year the old building was moved off the site and a larger and more appropriate building was erected on the same site. In 1902 Dr. E. T. Dickinson purchased one-third interest in the institution, and it was then operated as a private hospital by the firm of Moore, Anderson and Dickinson until 1907, when Doctors Moore and Dickinson pur- chased Dr. Anderson’s interest. It was then operated as a private institution by the firm of Moore and Dickinson until February, 1913, when Dr. A. F. Wil- liams purchased the interest of Dr. Moore. The establishment since then and at present is operated by the firm of Drs. Dickinson and Williams as a private insti- tution, but allowing any physician in good standing to treat his medical patients there. The institution has enjoyed a good reputation and patronage, which have steadily increased throughout its history. At the present time it is being modern- ized by numerous changes in the interior, such as placing electric elevators, lab- oratory apparatus, etc. The equipment is capable of accommodating twenty-five to thirty patients. It is located in the most attractive part of the city, adjoining the largest and most modern hotel. Drs. Dickinson and Williams are the College Physicians and strong friends of the Atlantic Christian College. Atlantic Christian College WILSON, NORTH CAROLINA “The Leading College of Eastern Carolina” A College Faculty of Six Professors, Three Teachers in the Preparatory, and Six Instructors in Special Departments Modern Plant; Steam Heat; Electric Lights; Artesian Well and Filtered Water Supply; Good Health Record; Beautiful Campus; Christian Environments. HIGH-GRADE PREPARATORY DEPARTMENT Offers standard courses to meet Southern entrance requirements. Certificates admit to leading colleges and universities of the South. COLLEGIATE DEPARTMENT Offers usual academic courses. Insists on maintaining the college rank. Confers degrees. BIBLICAL DEPARTMENT Offers special preparation for the ministry. BUSINESS DEPARTMENT Bookkeeping, Shorthand, Penmanship, Typewriting taught by experts. YOUNG LADIES’ BOARDING SCHOOL Under charge of Principal and Faculty ladies. As great care given as in most exclusive schools for girls. Exceptional advantages in MUSIC, ART, and EXPRESSION. DORMITORY FOR YOUNG MEN Under charge of Principal. Only young men of character and purpose retained. All mod- ern conveniences for health and comfort. EXPENSES VERY LOW IN ALL DEPARTMENTS Catalogue and special information furnished upon application. JESSE C. CALDWELL, President HEADQUARTERS FOR Photographs, Portraits in Oil, Water Color, Sepia, Pastel and Crayon, Artistic Picture Frames, Kodaks and Supplies, as well as Commercial and Amateur Finishing ARE FOUND AT THE O. V. FOUST’S Leading ‘Photographer's Art Studio on North Tarhoro Street IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIN NO STAIRS TO CLIMB IN REACHING THE GALLERY iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin Mr. Foust, who hails from the Hoosier State—Indiana—began a study of the art of Photography at the age of nineteen. He has traveled and worked among many of the leading Professional Studios of America as well as having personally conducted some up to date and artistic galleries of the country. He is a member of the Tri-State Association of Photographic Artists of Virginia and the Carolinas, which fact is a high recommendation within itself. During the six years he has been established at Wilson he has taken the place of Wilson’s leading Photographer in that he has displayed some of the most artistic workmanship, of which this city has reaped the benefit. Mr. Foust has been the photographer for Atlantic Christian College for six years and in view of that fact we feel capable of speaking in behalf of his ability and commending him to the public as an artist from the standpoint of natural ability, thorough training, and broad experience. His work will give satisfaction in a high degree. We heartily invite the attention of our readers to the photo- graphic work displayed in this book, and then allow them to decide whether we are just in commending Mr. Foust— Wilson’s Leading Photographer to the Public WILLIAM A. LUCAS Attorney and Counsellor at Law WILSON, N. C. C. E. MOORE, M.D. K. C. MOORE, M.D. B. S. HERRING, M.D. The Moore-Herring Hospital (Incorporated) For Treatment of Surgical and Non-Contagious Medical Diseases Training School for Nurses Attached DRS. MOORE HERRING Cor. Spring and Green Sts. WILSON, N. C. ROBERTS BASS Successors to C. B. RUFFIN This place we recommend for Confectioneries, High Class Baking, Richly Fla- vored Ice Cream and Up to date Cafe where very palatable meals are served and every attention shown the many customers of this firm. Messrs. Roberts and Bass attend personally to the management of this firm which results in every detail of a well organized and old established business being looked after and the wants of every individual customer being attended to on all occasions. It takes a firm grasp of business affairs, a steady integrity, a successful grap- ple with principles of trade and true commercial ideal to step into an old estab- lished business, take up the oars and steer the business on to success. This, Messrs. Roberts and Bass have done and have not only retained all old customers of the firm but have gained a large number of new patrons and have become recognized as those who stand high in the commercial circles of Wilson. When in the city of Wilson and desiring refreshments, a palatable dinner, or a delicious lunch stop at Roberts Bass’ Cafe, or if you are entertaining allow them to furnish you with cakes and ice cream. THEY WILL GIVE SATISFACTION It is with pleasure that we present to our friends and readers the wideawake and up to date, progressive business firm known as the Wilson Printing Company This concern is located in a very prominent place on Nash Street near Tar- boro Street, and is a business place that is always busy turning out large contracts of high grade Printing. The principal members of this firm: Messrs. Ed. Stallings, Sr. and Ed. Stallings, Jr., are men of high business integrity and well known for square dealing in business relations with the many representative business men with whom they come in contact. Mr. Ed. Stallings, Sr., has had twenty-six years of valuable experience as a printer and has afforded his son every advantage that such experience could extend while bringing him up in the trade in which he is a master. So Mr. Stallings, Jr., having had the excellent opportunity of prac- tical training, is a workman of which the trade he represents need not be ashamed. The ability and experience of these gentlemen warrant without question our recommendation of their work on Booklets, Stationery of every grade, Programs in every style, Bill Heads, Window Cards of real attraction, Cards, Duplicating Bill Books, Newspaper Work of every kind and General Job Printing. Your mail orders will receive careful and prompt attention as well as high class work- manship displayed at moderate prices. Satisfaction, Reasonable Prices, Punctu- ality compose the motto of this highly representative business establishment. The W. W. Simms Co. Wilson, N. C. Manufacture LUMBER OF ALL GRADES Sash, Doors, Blinds and whatever is needed in the construction of your home ESTIMATES FURNISHED ON APPLICATION MORRIS BARKER 5 and 10 CENT STORE GENERAL MERCHANDISE This is one of the best known stores in Wilson and has been established for more than five years. Mr. Morris Barker has had success from the very beginning and his business continues to increase every year. His business is larger today than ever before. The reason is that he treats his customers right, and sells them the right kind of goods at the very lowest prices obtain- able in the city. His line of General Merchandise includes all kinds of Notions, Household Articles, Hardware, Cutlery, Woodenware, Tinware, Crockery, Glassware, Hosiery, Ladies’ and Gents’ Furnishing Goods, Jewelry, Laces, and an endless line of five and ten cent goods. PHONE 256 v Unundso„ DENTISTS PHONE 256 Offices in Carolina Office Huilding Hinnant Cycle Company MOTORCYCLES Bicycles and Sundries Repairing MOTORCYCLES INDIAN IVER JOHNSON EXCELSIOR AUTOCYCLE Sales Agents for Ford and Buick Automobiles 116-118 Goldsboro Street Telephone No. 398 It gives us pleasure to commend the above firm and its honorable business methods of high efficiency to the public. In all our dealings with these gentle- men we have been constantly impressed with their progressive business sagacity, clearly portrayed in the line of Bicycles, Motorcycles, and Automobiles they handle. In the arrangement of their line of goods they sought the automobile that would best meet the needs of the territory they cover and after careful consideration decided that they had found the machines covering that need, so at once took up the agency for the Popular Ford and Efficient Buick cars. The above line of Motorcycles and Bicycles are exclusive in the lines the} represent in regard to Stability and Efficiency. We desire to call the attention of all college students to the fact that this progressive firm has not only a sales department for the above named Motor In- struments but there is an up to date Repair Shop connected with this business estab- lishment in which are employed first class workmen and absolute satisfaction is guaranteed in all repair work. Remember, too, that the members of the Hinnant Cycle Company are loyal supporters of Atlantic Christian College and friends to the Student Body. BICYCLES NATIONAL DA YTON IVER JOHNSON and other makes Centre Brick Warehouse WILSON, N. C. The Centre Brick Warehouse for the Sale of Leaf Tobacco The Home of the Farmers of Eastern Carolina Cozart, Eagles Carr Owners and Proprietors QUINN-McGOWEN FURNITURE COMPANY Undertakers and Funeral Directors, Furniture and General House Furnishing Goods This firm is a credit to Wilson from the standpoint of the courteous men who compose it, the creditable line of goods in stock and the excellent location of its buildings. For any of the above lines of goods we can heartily endorse dealing with this firm. Exceptionally satisfactory work is done in the picture framing department. A complete line of all grades of furniture is constantly on exhibition. The pocketbook of every one is suited to this firm and regardless of the amount of money spent by a customer the gentlemen of this concern will be found to ex- tend the same courteous attention to all alike. ALPHIN THOMPSON Plumbing, Steam and Gas Fitting and Electrical Contractors WILSON, N. C. Wilson Furniture Co. J. J. AMERSON, Manager Is one of the highly prosperous and successful Retail Establishments of Wilson. The members of the firm are men who stand high in the business and social circles j. of the city. This firm occupies a spacious two story building on the corner of Nash and Tarboro Streets, in the heart of the business section of the city. There is on constant display by this highly representative firm a complete line of all grades of Furniture and they are ready to furnish your home complete, on any scale of price, from the kitchen to the parlor, whether it be the cottage or the mansion. Mattings, Rugs and Carpets furnished by this establishment make the home more “homelike.” The highly reputed integrity, business principles and a close adherence to the ethics of commerce by the amiable members of this firm have won for them the patronage of a large circle of customers and the com- plete satisfaction rendered is constantly enlarging the list of customers of this concern. It is with delight, too, that we mention their loyalty to the college and college students. DRS. THOMPSON AND HOOKS DENTISTS Offices in New Wells Ruilding WILSON, N. C. Phone 353 M. T. COUSINS (THE COLLEGE STUDENT'S FRIEND) SELLS Cool Drinks, Confectioneries, Stationery, School Books Heavy and Fancy Groceries JUST ACROSS STREET FROM THE COLLEGE THE DRUG STORE TO TIE TO TURLINGTON MOORE’S BUSY DRUG STORE IS THE DRUG STORE TO TIE TO The Drug Store that wins your confidence The Drug Store worth your consideration The Drug Store where three Registered Druggists and three Soda Dispensers serve you A POPULAR PLACE FOR COLLEGE STUDENTS CLARK BROTHERS Occupying two large stores on South Tarboro Street is a firm that stands high in the busi- ness circles of Wilson. You will ever find attentive, polite, courteous clerks ready to wait on you in any department of this progressive, up to date Dry Goods and Department Store. If you need anything in Ladies' or Gentlemen's Furnishings you can be supplied in these departments, which are modern in every respect. If you need ready made clothing you can be fitted in this department; if you need shoes you will find all styles in this department, such as: Walker and Whitman $4.00 and $5.00 shoes for men; they can not be beat at any price. Zeigler Bros.’ high grade Shoes for ladies’ $3.00 to $3.50; for comfort and style they are unsur- passed. Educator shoes for children. If you need Matting, Rugs, or anything in floor covering look over those offered by Clark Brothers. We believe it will be worth your while. It is with especial delight that we remember the courtesy this firm has ever shown themselves ready to extend to the college students. ODD th Electric City Engraving Co. B UFFALO. N.Y. --------®--------- WE MADE THE ENGRAVINGS FOR THIS BOOK. 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