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

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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.

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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

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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.