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

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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-

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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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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.