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

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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.”

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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.

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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-