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

Text from Pages 1 - 178 of the 1920 volume:

v ■ - . - ■ . ; I ' - . . PRESSES OF Edwards Broughton Printing Company RALEIGH, N. C. O find it their lot To bring to you ihe old 'Pine Knot It bedrs ds of gore d fund of rare wealth- WM I Wdrmth, strength, light, dud the oil of health. So foil on the trail of ike dart dnTfddihc 'Through changing scenes of academic weather; I ill you come at last to the dying ember The symbol of d season we thus lovingly rembmber. voxT TV Book o( ike J axuor atv L s Classes °f ill axA c CVtVsUj . CoWege, Vv s«w,Tl.C. Board of Trustees J. W. Hines .... Terms Expire 1920 S. G. Mewborn, Secretary • • Wilson, N. C. W. E. Stubbs C. W. Howard A. J. Moye .... George Hackney, Chairman Terms Expire 1921 Wilson, N. C. Claude Kiser . • • Greensboro, N. C. J. F. Taylor Kinston, N. C. W. C. Manning Williamston, N. C. L. J. Chapman' N. J. Rouse .... Terms Expire 1922 J. M. Waters J. E. Stuart .... Wilson. N. C. G. T. Gardner Hayes Farish 4 Foreword 4 This volume of the Pine Knot is issued by the editors to the friends of Atlantic Christian College as a record of the past collegiate year. Although our classes are small and many difficulties con- fronted us, we do not apologize for this book, be- cause we have put our best efforts in its production. We hope that the following pages will give you pleasure and increase your love for A.C.C. FRANCES F. HARPER IN TRUE GRATITUDE FOR HER LOYAL SERVICES TO ATLANTIC CHRISTIAN COLLEGE THIS VOLUME OF THE PINE KNOT IS DEDICATED 7 Raymond A. Smith, A.M., B.D. President In the spirit of sincere gratefulness for the untiring interest and devotion of Dr. Smith to Atlantic Christian College we wish to express our most hearty appreciation. The College has made great forward strides during the four years of his administration. Several active and successful campaigns have been launched during his administration to increase the financial side of the College. At present there is a campaign under way to raise $225,000 within our churches of the State, which we know is to meet with success. The College is now on a better financial basis than she has been for many years. Further than this, the College has made progress educationally. We would mention the happy associations we have had with Dr. Smith. He has ever been interested in the students and faculty and always does what he can for their good and for their pleasure and happiness. We know that his services will ever he appreciated, not only here in the college, but all over the State. Let us all give hearty cooperation to Dr. Smith and Atlantic Christian College, that Christian education shall go forward in our ranks. 8 9 Mrs. Raymond A. Smith 10 11 PERRY CASE, A.B., B.D. Professor of Philosophy and Religious Education Indianapolis Business College, 1903; College of the Bible, Lexington, Ky., 1912; A.B., Butler College, 1914; B.D., Butler College, 1916; City Missionary for Broadway Christian Church, Lexing- ton, Ky., 1908-1912; Minister Columbia Place Christian Church, Indianapolis, Ind., 1912-1915; Rural Work, Wayne County, Ind., 1915-1916; Teacher of A. C. College, 1916-20. ELLA H. SMITH Dean of Women 12 HOWARD STEVENS HILLEY, A.B. Professor of Ancient and Modern Languages Graduate of Transylvania College, 1913; Oxford University, 1917; Student of University of Grenoble, 1916; Pro- fessor of History and Language, South- eastern Christian College, 1917-1918; Director of Vocational Guidance, At- lanta, Ga., 1918-1919; Pastor, East Point Christian Church, 1917-1918; Present position, 1919- FREDERICK F. GRIM Professor of Education A.B., Drake University, 1894; A.M., Bethany College, 1914; Graduate stu- dent Drake University, 1894-1895; Graduate student University of Chicago, 1900; Graduate student Chicago Theo- logical Seminary, 1901; Graduate stu- dent of University Chicago, 1901-1902; Graduate of Columbia University Sum- mer School, 1914, 1919; Chautauqua, N. Y., Summer School, 1918; Present position, 1918- 13 FRANCES F. HARPER, A.B. Professor oj Mathematics Graduate of Kinsey Seminary; Special student of Mathematics, Knoxville Nor- mal and University of Virginia; Instruc- tor of Mathematics, A. C. College, 1904- 1920. ETHEL McDIARMID GRIM, A.M. Professor of English Graduate of Bethany College, 1897; A.M., Bethany College, 1914; Graduate of Emerson College of Oratory, Boston, 1900; Graduate student in English, Uni- versity of Cincinnati, 1904-1905; Head of Department of Expression and In- structor in English, Grove City College, Grove City, Pennsylvania, 1901-1904; Professor of English, Herford College, Herford, Texas, 1905-1908; Professor of English, Beckley Institute, Beckley, West Virginia, 1908-1915; Present posi- tion since 1918. 14 LEONARD B. BRABEC, A.B. Professor of Science Graduate of Kasson High School, Kasson, Minn., 1913; Summer School Training Course for Teachers, State Uni- versity, Minn., 1913; Teacher, West Concord, Minn., 1913-1914; Graduate Macalester Conservatory of Music, St. Paul, Minn., 1918; A.B., Macalester College, St. Paul, Minn., 1918; United States Chemical Warfare Service, 1918- 1919; Student, Johns Hopkins Univers- ity Summer School, 1919; Present posi- tion, 1919- MYRTLE L. HARPER Librarian Library Methods; Professional Cer- tificate, University of Virginia Summer School, 1911 and 1916. 15 IVY MAY SMITH, B.Mus. Director of the School of Music Classes in Piano—Theory, Harmony and Counterpoint Graduate pupil of the Metropolitan School of Music, and Post-graduate pupil of the Cooperative School of Mu- sic, Indianapolis, Indiana; Degree of Bachelor of Music, Indiana University; Pupil of Leo Sampaix, Syracuse, New York; Present position since 1916. LILLIAN CHAPMAN Assistant Piano Instructor Classes in Piano, Musical Form and Analysis, and Musical Appreciation Graduate pupil and Post-graduate pupil of Atlantic Christian College School of Music; Graduate pupil of Mrs. Harry Prentice, Dunning System. New ork; Present position since 1917. 16 MARIE POWERS BROTHERS Director oj the Voice Department Class in Voice Culture, Sight-singing, History of Music, and Glee Club Graduate pupil of Crouse College, Fine Arts; Syracuse University, Syra- cuse, New York; Pupil of Frank Orms- by and Paule Savage, New York; Pres- ent position, 1919-1920. MABEL CATHERINE CASE, A.B. Instructor in English Certificate for Bible Work, English, and Expression, College of the Bible and Transylvania University, 1911; A.B., Atlantic Christian College, 1919; Present position, 1919-1920. 17 BONITA WOLFF, A.B. Instructor in Latin, French, and Expression Graduate in Expression, Atlantic Christian College, 1917; A.B., Atlantic Christian College, 1918; Present posi- tion— FANNIE MOYE Instructor in Mathematics A.B., Atlantic Christian College, 1918; Teacher in Public Schools of North Carolina, 1915-1918; Present po- sition, 1919- 18 BENN J. FERGUSON Instructor in Commercial Subjects Concord State Normal, Athens, W. Va., 1887-1890; Graduate Commercial Department L niversity of Kentucky, 1891; Principal of Public Schools, Bondville, 111., 1891-1893; Graduate of Commercial and Shorthand Departments N. I. N. S., alparaiso, Ind., 1894; Cer- tified Teacher, Phonographic Institute, Cincinnati, 0., 1895; Principal of the Shorthand Department M. S. B. C., Parkersburg, W. Va., 1898-1900; Grad- uate of Gregg's School of Shorthand, Chicago, 111., 1900; President Marietta Commercial College, 1900-1903; Gradu- ate of Zanerian Art College, Columbus, O. , 1904; Graduate of Beckley Institute, Beckley, W. Va., 1917; A.B., Atlantic Christian College, 1919; Present posi- tion, 1919- NELLE M. KRISE, A.B. Instructor in History and Domestic Science Graduate of Beckley Institute, 1913; Graduate of Beckley Institute Normal School, 1915; Teacher of Public Schools in West Virginia, 1915-1916; Student of Home Economics, Columbia University Summer School, 1917; A.B., Atlantic Christian College, 1918; Present posi- tion, 1919- 19 C. C. WARE General Secretary and Field Worker 20 Mrs. H. W. GARNER Matron Mens Dormitory 21 Mrs. JULIA ROSS Matron W omens Dormitory Ralph Smith, Senior Class Sponsor 22 23 Senior Class Poem Once I sat in the twilight, Looking from my window; At the oncoming darkness oj night And the things that had shone in splendor. The wind was cold and shrill. As the sun s rays were passing away. All without was still; It seemed as the end of a perfect day. Looking into the shadows, Till they seemed to disappear; And then, overhanging the meadows. If as the sky so very clear. In the distance was an angelic form. As though a messenger of Fate Coming with a task to perform. Or some story to relate. I looked again, and he was near— A herald with news to inform. An angel of life with destinies to steer, That fortunes may not be forlorn. My h eart I opened to my Heavenly Guest, And I listened to his message, too. Hoping that what he said would be best. And glorious and kind and true. This messenger of great surprise Came during my dream of silent longing; To brighten the horizon of my wishful skies, Directing my thoughts that came thronging. I fancied he opened a Book of Knowledge, A History of all that teas ever done. Such a book Tve never found in college. Telling oj all that will ever come. Then I tried to think of something to ask This messenger, something I'd like to know. At once I thought about my College Class, Wondering into what each one should grow. Turning the leaves until finding the pages W here our future was recorded. He said, “From this class there shall be sages That some day will be rewarded. “All of you will be great leaders. And soar to realms sublime— Musicians, Teachers, Preachers, and Readers— As the ladder of life you climb. “ Your work and tasks you have done in splendor. But you've not reached your goal; For there're great services that you must render. And great problems to unfold. Then he turned and soon teas out of sight. As clouds disappear and new ones are born. Then waking from my dreaming in the twi- light. It ’most seemed as 'twas early in the morn. Now, fellow-classmates, we launch from A.C.C., From scenes of happy days— Foundations builded strong trusting them to be. Able to stand firm in all our ways. Scene of college days where through much toil W e struggled to master and have dominion O'er facts and truths not to be unfoiled. And not o'er things of mere opinion. To thee, Alma Mater, ice say. Farewell. May thy halls stand up in our dreams. But, rising and flowing like water from a well, W e must sail on—on down the streams. Memories of thee we'll ever keep through life; For, dear Alma Mater, we owe to thee Thy guidance in conflict and strife. So, Farewell to thee! Farewell to thee! 24 Rupert A. Phillips. ’20. ALETHIAN President of Dramatic Club. Vice-President of Athletic Association. Member of D. D. Club. Secretary of Y. W. C. A. Secretary of Junior Class. Vice-President of Alethian Literary Society. Wit Editor of The Pine Knot. Writer of ‘‘Last Will and Testament of Senior Class. SELMA PERKINS, Expression Wendell, N. C. Selma came to us in 1918, and by “doubling” in Expression is enabled to graduate this year. She delights us all with her dramatic talent, and has won many friends by her sunny disposition. But she would have us all know that there is one Friend who stands above the rest in her affections. We do not blame but envy him, for surely she is one of those whom the gods kissed, saying: “Thou art fair, my child” 25 ALETHIAN Vice-President of Freshman Class, 1916. Chaplain of Alethian Literary Society, 1917. Student Bethany College (Bethany, W. Va.), 1918 and 1919. Member of Rechabite Club. Winner of Junior Oratorical Contest (Bethany College, April, 1919). Student University of North Carolina Summer School, 1919. Chap- lain of Alethian Literary Society, 1919. Ex- change Editor of The Radiant, 1919 and 1920. Vice-President of Senior Class, 1920. Business Manager of The Pine Knot, 1920. President of the Atlas Congenial Club, 1920. Class Poet, 1920. RUPERT A. PHILLIPS, A.B. Macclesfield, A. C. A very young boy, known as just w Pert,” came to us four years ago with high ambitions and undaunted courage. After having been with us two years, he spent his Junior year at Bethany College (Bethany, W. Va.), hut returned to A.C. for his degree. He attended Summer School at the University of North Caro- lina in 1919. He is now ready to begin his chosen profession, the Ministry. Already he is holding ''fourth time” pastorates for the Christian churches at Wendell, Red Bank and Walstonburg, N. C. . and still the wonder grew That one small head could carry all he knew.” 26 ALETHIAN Secretary of Senior Class. Pianist for Ale thian Literary Society, 1917 and 1919. Secre- tary of (I - T Sorority. 1919. Pianist for Y. W. C. A., 1919. Expression Editor of The Pine Knot, 1920. Class Prophet, 1920. LOTTIE WILSON, Expression Wilson s Mills, N. C. In '17 Lottie hailed f rom W ilsons Mills, And full many a heart she has given thrills. Many a. note has been in the air. That in Music and Expression none could compare. Lottie, I say, surpasses in Expression, Studious and gay, and never in suppression. When Moye comes by she always hails. But in her classuork she never, never fails. Just what the future holds in store for her is a mystery as yet. Her talents lie in several directions. She may be a great musician. For three years while here she has specialized in this as well as in the art of Expression. She is so musical in her temperament that we were all surprised when she decided to major in Expression. We know that she will continue to cultivate her musical talents as well as her talents in Ex- pression. 27 ALETHIAN President of Freshman Class. Secretary of Alethian Literary Society, 1916-1917. Vice- President of Alethian Literal )' Society, 1917- 1918. President of Alethian Society, Spring Term, 1919, and Fall Term, 1919. President of Tennis Club, 1920. President of Junior Class. Editor of Pine Knot, 1920. President of Senior Class. E T LAWRENCE MOYE, A.B. Farmville, N. C. Lawrence entered A.C.C. in 1916. His earliest joy was to play “drop the hand- kerchief with the girls or to take his place in playing “leap-frog with the boys. He thinks twice, hut then speaks quickly, and woe be you if you hear not or fail to obey. He is self-confident and determined, and has won the love and admiration of the students and faculty. “ e who is firm and resolute in will, moulds the world to himself.” 28 A LET H IAN Secretary and Treasurer of Tennis Club, 1916-1917. Secretary of Phi Sigma Tau, 1918- 1919. President of Phi Sigma Tau. 1920. Class Historian, 1920. Music Editor of Pine Knot, 1920. $ w T ADA GREY DIXON, Voice Farm ville, N. C. k Grey?’ loves to stay at A.C.C. She came to us when she was quite a little girl and has been “brought up in the wav she should go. She had been here nearly a year before her wonderful voice was discovered, and it has been a con- stant source of pleasure ever since. A voice so thrilling ne'er lias heard In springtime from the cuckoo-bird.” 29 ALETHIAN Student Shenandoah Collegiate Institute, 1901-1903. Student of Industrial Christian College, 1908-1912. Principal of I. C. C. 1912- 1916. Pastor of Christian Church, Roberson- ville, N. C., 1916-1920. Ministerial Editor of The Pine Knot, 1920. JAMES MACK PERRY, A.B. Robersonville, N. C. Perry is one of the Old Boys'' among us. However, we will not say how old. Anyway, he began his education in the days of the Blue-back Speller. After he had absorbed the limited curriculum of his home school, he went to Shenan- doah Collegiate Institute to continue the good work. Here, we are told, he was a star baseball player, hut, like Billy' Sunday, he had higher things in view, so refused to follow the game and took up the ministry. He now holds a Diploma in Music and a Ph.B. But he says his ambition has been a degree from A.C.C. He has quite a reputation as an evangel- istic singer. He marries, buries, preaches hard and fiddles in his own church or- chestra at Robersonville. We have great hopes for his further success after leav- ing A.C.C. “Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul. As the swift seasons roll. 30 Class History Years, years, and years ago, it seems to us now, as we look back over the busy but happy years of our college life, we see the rugged and steep places that were ours to climb. In September, 1916, we entered the halls of A.C.C. for our college career. On this day they watched us, an aggregation of green, awkward country hoys and girls, file into the President’s office to enter our names as Freshmen upon the roll-book of A. C. College. Here day after day for four long years to pass under the rod of discipline that we might get “Wisdom and Understanding. ’ We soon, however, took up our regular round of school work, and nothing of importance happened until Commencement. We were only too glad to see that day dawn, and I must admit that we had been counting the days—yes, even the hours—before we would leave. As vacation drew to a close we were surprised to find our thoughts eagerly wandering hack to A.C.C., and we wouldn't even admit to ourselves that we were nervously counting the days until we should all be hack again. And soon we met our old friends of the campus. After the tiresome days of matriculation were over, and work began in earnest, we gladly welcomed Lottie into the fold, and she has shared with us our joys and sorrows. On September 10, 1918, the Wheel of Time made its round and we found our- selves again at college as Juniors. We had Selma to join the happy throng. She couldn’t share the days of Sophomorism with us, the days of joy and sorrow; hut their failures and triumphs flicker alike in the dim past. The Junior year was a happy one. Six ambitious girls and hoys embarked with the songs of victory upon Junior seas. We attended meetings regularly, and even in the enthusiastic and warm debate, Time itself cannot erase their memory. We reported back to duty on time this year to begin our year’s work with new courage. We number only six, yet we have strong determination and stout hearts. So the Senior year found six of us marching along together. Lawrence, Rupert, Lottie, Selma, Mr. Perry, and Ada Grey. We have had our trials, as all other Seniors have. It is needless to recall to you the things we’ve done or the record we shall leave behind us, but our class has never been surpassed—we think. We appreciate the helpful spirit shown us by the faculty, and have tried very hard to follow the good advice they have given us. As the session comes to a close, we realize more fully what must be in store for us when we reach the goal which we are putting forth our utmost efforts to attain. Lives of Seniors all remind us We should do our level best; And, departing, leave behind us. Records that will help the rest. 31 A. G. D. ’20. Senior Song (To the tune of “Girl of Mine ) There was a Senior Class at A.C.C. Composed of just two-times-three. This Senior Class was very brilliant, too. We thought we knew it; So we went to it. It makes no difference if we're young and gay; We just have to be that way. We're sorry that the time has nearly come, But we can't possibly look glum. Chorus: It's true we hate to go from a place that is so dear. It is our Alma Mater; we've loved her year by year. You know not how we love you; Our churns and facuity, too. We leave with hearts filled with grief and joy, We wish success to every girl and boy. It's now the time of parting. Farewell to old A.C.C.! We've traveled o'er the steep and rugged ways, But you see it always pays. We've reached the goal that we've been striving for, We are not through, tho'; Do you not think so? There'll be more struggles we ll have to go through; They may come to you and you, And if you come to our old A.C.C., The lighter they will seem to be. Chorus. 32 Senior Class Prophecy It was one of those warm, dreamy, perfect days in May when the whole earth seems hushed to silence. The snowy clouds were restless with happiness; the skies were too blue to keep their distance, and Heaven seemed to press its lips to Earth in one slow, solemn kiss. King Sun, on his throne, nestled in that vast expanse of blueness, peeped down through the tall, stately pines on the campus of A.C.C. right through the window of room number eight in the girls dormitory and, with his num- berless tiny beams, teased, tormented, tortured, and finally dared me to leave studies and cares behind for awhile and steal away into the cool restfulness of the nearby wood. It had fallen to my lot to write the prophecy for the Senior Class of 1920, and I had been waiting for days for some kind of inspiration, but it seemed that nothing of that nature was coming to help me out of the difficulty. As I slipped out of the dormitory and stole from the campus I entrusted all my cares and troubles to those antique, vine-covered buildings and graceful, stately pines that have for years spread their protecting arms over the heads of care-free and happy students. As I saw all these fading in the distance, and when at last the topmost peak of the tower disappeared, I gave a sigh of relief and felt that—for a little while at least—a great load had been lifted from my shoulders and I was really going to live. As I entered the wood its freshness and beauty awakened within me something that had for weeks and months been asleep, and as my eye was caught by each new beauty my heart gave one great throb of ecstasy and I ran—actually ran—on and on deep into the very heart of this new world of loveliness, drinking in its rich natural beauty with every step. Here and there dainty little blossoms peeped from out the soft mantle of grass that overspread the ground and turned their delicate faces, still spark- ling with dew, up to greet the tiny beams of sunlight as they picked their way through the dense foliage and danced and capered bewitchingly. Clustering vines besprinkled with myriads of delicate fragrant blossoms fringed the brink of the limpid stream, flowing across snow-white sands. Busy little birds paused a moment to take their morning plunge in the crystal waters and chirped and warbled unceasingly. The breezes, saturated with the odor of unfolding blossoms, rustled among the leaves and petals, kissing all into a state of enchantment. On and on I wandered; listless; heedless of time and distance; just merely living—living—and worshiping at the shrine of Nature. Unconsciously 1 turned and looked to the left, and there, not more than fifty yards away, was the mouth of a sort of cave yawning at me. A little to one side of the entrance was an immense cauldron suspended by a heavy chain from a tripod. The fire underneath it was crackling furiously and the contents of the cauldron were bubbling over the edge and sending up a pale, thin stream of smoke. Just a few feet away, huddled on a little stool, was a tiny, queer-looking old woman, dressed all in black. She wore a conical-shaped hat which extended two or three feet in the air, and a large black bat, with its wings extended, peacefully reposed on the extreme end. This little woman seemed absolutely unconscious of everything that was going on around her. She sat with her chin in her palms, silently gazing in the fire. Some- thing seemed to draw me to this little witch, and as I approached she lifted her head and said: ‘‘Well, you have come at last, I see. I was waiting for you. She motioned me to a seat on the mossy knoll. As she stirred the liquid in the cauldron a huge black cat came slowly and silently out of the cave and curled up beside me on the grass. The little witch resumed her watchful position. With her chin in her palms and with lids half closed she gazed at me with her keen black eyes. I did not feel inclined to speak, for everything was so mysteriously silent. A 33 peculiarly fragrant odor filled the air, and, feeling very strange, I leaned against a rock. For a moment I found myself looking steadily at the blue stream of smoke coming from the cauldron. Then, suddenly, instead of the smoke, I saw a jungle. Huge reptiles were crawling here and there. In the water near alligators were sunning themselves. Monkeys and snakes were swinging from every tree. A hippopotamus stuck his head from out a mass of reeds and vines, hut hastily retreated as he saw a band of natives approaching. The black, savage-looking creatures seated themselves on the ground, nodding to each other. One of the most hideous of the males pointed to the left and spoke to the group. I looked in the direction he indicated and saw a white man approaching. He was slender and supple and swung along with an easy stride that caught my eye at once. Where had I seen that walk before? The bent head, the determined air—all looked strangely familiar. As he came up the natives bowed themselves to the ground. He opened the book which he was carrying, and I saw on the front in letters of gold, '“The Holy Bible ’ He began to read, and as he lifted his face I recognized Rupert Phillips—older, of course, but still the same. The scene vanished, and once more I saw only the pale blue smoke ascending heavenward and the little witch silently nodding her head. I sat up and rubbed my eyes. What did this mean? Pert,” of all people, a missionary in Africa! I looked at the little witclr, but she was still looking in the smoke, so I said nothing but looked, too. Then—I saw a neatly furnished breakfast room. The steaming breakfast looked very tempting, and presently the door opened and a very comfortable looking creature entered, clad in tea gown, boudoir cap, and room slippers. This creature was not the mother of the household, as one would suppose, but the father. He seated himself at the table and proceeded to pour the coffee, while his wife took her place and glanced at the headlines of the morning paper. She was dressed in a smart dark-blue coatsuit with collar and tie. She also wore a dark sailor and her gloves and cane were within easy reach. Apparently she was ready for work. “Dearie,” she said in a firm, steady voice, “my lecture for the suffrage meeting is scheduled promptly at ten. I suspect you'd better hurry.” As her husband served her in the daintiest fashion possible, she bestowed a very grateful smile upon him, and it was then I saw that this woman of business was Selma Perkins. Once more the scene vanished and only the thin stream of smoke could be seen. Again: I saw an overcrowded opera house. Everyone in the audience was leaning forward and eagerly watching and waiting. At last a figure appeared in full dress and at sight of him a roar of applause burst from the audience. He came forward unhesitatingly and smiled graciously at his audience. The accompanist played the opening bars and a deep, rich, full voice filled the room. As he sang the audience was moved to smiles and then to tears. This was not a song; it was more than a song; it was the throb of a soul. He sang the selection through, and as the melody died away the enraptured crowd held its breath to catch the last lingering note of the enchanting refrain. When the last faint echo had gone the audience went wild with applause. Who was this genius that swayed the audience at his will and whose voice was far superior to even that of Caruso? As he made the last bow and was about to pass out of sight it dawned upon me that this calm, self-possessed air and steady look could belong to no one but Lawrence Moye. This scene vanished as did the others, and I found myself wondering why Lawrence had given up the study ol medicine and was devoting his life to this line of work, when the little witch said suddenly, Look! I looked and saw an immense automobile gliding around the foot of a mountain. The lines were long and straight and it was so highly polished it was almost dazzling. Across the front of the radiator in prominent letters was “The Proctor. The car came to a standstill and I could distinguish two figures, both on the front seat. The 34 driver stopped the engine and then opened the door for the other to alight. To my astonishment I saw that the driver was a girl. She wore a dark tan suit. The skirt was extremely short and the dark tan leggins extended to the knee. Her cap matched the suit perfectly. After examining the car thoroughly, the two sat on the fender, facing me. As they looked through what I supposed to be illustrated booklets of the car I caught these words from the girl: “The Proctor has greater endurance, ninety-five per cent more power and mechan- ical simplicity than any other car on the market. It has no rival. Hundreds of Proctors within the past six months have undergone long, grueling, cross-country drives with honor. They have passed over great hill drives and long mountain climbs, ploughed through mud and washouts and desert sands where other cars stall and stop. During my experience as saleswoman I have sold the Jones,’ the Lappin,’ and the Randolph, but none have the power of endurance, the dependability, that the ‘Proc- tor’ has. You say you'll take the car?” I looked at this girl more closely, and to my astonishment I found her to be Ada Grey Dixon. As this scene passed away I settled myself more comfortably and waited. I knew that Mr. Perry was already a great minister, and I wondered what more the future held in store for him. A great throng of people suddenly appeared in the smoke and I looked more closely to see where they were going, for they all seemed to be headed in the same direction. It was night and all the streets were brilliantly lighted. At last I saw their destination and the people were fairly pouring in. Over the entrance, in great letters, which came and went with the flash of the many-colored lights, were these words: “The Super Adorable Theater. ' Great posters were on the outside which read: “Charlie Chaplin and Fatty Arbuckle Today Shown Here Wednesday, The World’s Greatest Dramatist, Edith Tickleback. The manager of this theater strutted around with his hands in his pockets and a smile of supreme satisfaction radiated from his face. As he came up and spoke to an elderly lady and showed her the entrance I saw that this man was Mr. Perry. I was more than surprised at this glimpse into his future, and I sat in wide-eyed wonder, anxious, yet almost afraid, to see my own fate. I sat for several minutes in silence, waiting, wondering, and when still nothing more appeared I turned a disappointed, questioning face to the little witch. She was apparently very much amused, and when she saw my astonished look she held her thin little sides with both hands and rolled off the little stool, uttering peal after peal of laughter. At last she recovered her composure and patting me on the head she said: “Little lady, that's all.” L. W. ’20. 35 Last Will and Testament of Class 1920 We, the Senior Class of 1920, noting that our time of sufferance is drawing to its close and that we must leave this beloved institution for parts unknown, being of sound mind (or at least we think so), do declare this to be our last Will and Testament: Item I. We bequeath to the Junior Class our Education books, so that under Professor Grim's careful instruction they may attain the 100 per cent Seniority that we have. Item II. To M iss Myrtie Harper, Ada Grey's love letters to assort and send home. Item III. To Dean Smith, an electric register, hy which she can ascertain who is coming in and going out. Item IV. To Miss Chapman, a studio on the remotest corner of the campus, so she may prac- tice all she wishes. Item V. To Miss Ivy Mae Smith, our best wishes that she may train Mary Moore and Elsie Harris to practice as diligently as Ada Grey and Lottie. Item VI. To Miss Moye, Elsie’s rouge box. Item VII. To Miss Brothers, a magazine, that she may remain peacefully at home in the evening. Item VIII. To Messrs. Hilley and Case, a permanent apartment. Item IX. To Mrs. Ross, a private telephone. Item X. To Miss Krise and Mr. Brabec, an electric percolator. Item XI. To Mr. and Mrs. Grim, a cozy nook on the campus for them to enjoy on spring days. Item XII. To Miss Wolff, one royal June wedding. Item XIII. To Gladys Foust, a violin student that will come on time. Item XIV. To our Alma Mater, our sincere appreciation and wish for her untold success in future years. Item XV. To the Y. W., a full attendance every Sunday evening. Item XVI. To Battle Tomlinson, the privilege of going up town any hour he wishes. Item XVII. To Anna Moore, Selma's roommate, Christine Whitley, that she may enjoy Senior privileges next year. Item XVIII. To Marion Brinson, Lawrence's calm dignity. Item XIX. To Kathlyn Jackson, Lottie's changeable disposition. Item XX. To Mabel Lynch, the privilege of granting permissions. Item XXI. To Professor Meadows, a wig from the Seniors of the Expression Department. Item XXII. To the Athletic Association, success ever. Item XXIII. To the Bell Ringer, one holiday out of every week. Item XXIV. To the Student Body, April's Fool Day. Item-XXV. To the next Business Manager of the Pine Knot, Rupert’s diligence and business ability. Item-XXVI. We hereby appoint Mildred Wilson sole executrix of this our last Will and Testament, said executrix to furnish all funds necessary for the execution of this will. In testimony whereof, we have hereunto set our hands and seals this eleventh day of February’, one thousand nine hundred and twenty. (Signed) Selma Perkins. Rupert A. Phillips. Lottie Wilson. Lawrence A. Moye. Ada Grey Dixon. James M. Perry. 36 37 The Argonauts i. A ship was put in readiness Just three short years ago; To sail a trackless ocean And fight an unnamed foe, To drive the foe, if need should be, From off this rough and misty sea. II. The crew was small but willing To sail this sea o) life, To contest any rival That entered in the strife; For all the members of this crew Lived by the motto, Die or do. III. Into the mist the good ship steered. Though joes were thick and strong, But from the lips of this brave crew Rang out the victor's song. 9Twas heard by all, both far and near. On sailed the crew that knew no fear! IV. Each day, each week, a stranger joe Presents itselj to view. To test the strength and skill fulness Of these, that valiant few. Who man the ship they love so dear. At any time, though death be near. V. So on and o'er life's high waves The ship has forced her way. Striving, fighting, all the more Until the final day, If hen crew shall lay all armor down And each receive a victor s crown. VI. IVhat is this ship whose flag floats high And conquers e'er she goes? If ho is this brave and valiant crew That o'ercomes all her foes? ) ou see her now, she's fought and won. The Senior Class of Twenty-one. J. B. T. 33 A. C. MEADOWS Lynchburg, a. Alfred came to us this year from Lynchburg ( a.), and has been quite an addition to our class. We find him a preacher and a high school principal and a diligent student, though at times he has a way of “getting through” while others would fail. His college spirit is exemplary and is characteristic of him. If nothing prevents, he will receive his merited degree next year. “So, he gowned him, Straight got thy Heart, that book to the last page: Learned me found him. MABEL LYNCH Dunn, N. C. No one can take the place of Mabel. Th ank you. Dunn, for sparing her. Com- ing from our first chapel exercise in the fall of 17, the question was rushed among the old students “who is the tall brunette wearing a red sweater?” Every one wants to know her; she is the girl for the occasion. The “Y. W.,” the Hes- perian Literary Society, the different committees, and all social enterprises have found that she means success. Through the week her promptness, her diligence, and her quietness prove her a student; while at a Saturday night social her inimitable smile, her beaming eyes, and her comely air reveal her a “general respected and admired by all her forces. ' Her own ideals and her esteem by others make her partially en- vied, but fully admired and loved by all. If originality, if keen intellect, and if a strong personality mean anything, then Mabel will mean something in the fu- ture. To know her is to love her. 39 J. BATTLE TOMLINSON Wilsons Mills, N. C. “I j aught oj prophecy he wine, Thou wilt not live in vain. Although Battle is accused of being a hit conceited, he is liked by everyone. One of his prominent characteristics is the art of doing things with apparently no ellort. As his poetry has already attracted attention, we are predicting for him a brilliant future. KATHLYN JACKSON Washington, N. C. Kathlyn’s name has dwindled to “Kat” since she came to us three years ago. She is faithfully pursuing the much coveted A.B. degree. In all col- lege activities we find in her an ardent supporter. ‘Wo better expression of character then this, V smile.' ” 40 MARION B. BRISON Arapahoe, N. C. Marion is all to the good! He is one of the most popular boys in college, and is especially liked by the girls. He is also a true optimist—staying happy himself and making other folk that way. He had a head to contrive, a tongue to persuade, and hand to execute. ANNA CULLENS MOORE Rural Hall, N. C. None knew her but to love her, Nojie named her but to praise After learning her A B Cs in the graded school at Rural Hall, Anna came to us in 1917 to crowd into four short years what most students are proud to accomplish in five. She has a fondness for candy, especially the “Lemon” va- riety, and as for pets she favors the “Wolff.” 41 GLADYS FOUST W ilson, A. C. Gladys came to us in the fall of 1916 with numerous talents to develop. Al- though she is a town pupil, she gives much of her time to student activities. She excels in Mathematics, charms us with her violin, and displays her artistic temperament in many striking posters and cartoons, for truly “Thought and Affliction, Passion, Hell itself, She turns to favor and to prettiness. 42 History of Junior Class j In view of the fact that we are dignified Juniors, and will take the distinguished place of the Seniors next year, we feel that the history of our class should be known. It isn't to be a long one, but it is very important. In our Freshman year we were one of the best all-round classes that had ever entered A. C. College. There were not less than twenty-five of us (green as grass, I must admit), but full of pep and college spirit. It seems that many of that class were full of nothing more than pep and college spirit; for when examination papers were given back some of the grades made on trigonometry and French made us realize to the fullest extent that we were thoroughly “Fresh ’ In spite of all that the Sopho- more Class of 1918 and ’19 had twelve members. We had found out in our first year that college life was a great deal more than fun; so we came back with a motto, “Over the Top,” ringing in our ears. Very little was accomplished the first half of our Sophomore year, for the time was divided up equally between the S. A. T. C. boys and the influenza; but during the second half we strove to bring out the best that was in us. And at the end we won. Our class today has only seven members; but what members! As fine a bunch of students as ever entered the halls of A. C. College. All seven members have worked diligently throughout the whole year, and have taken the leading parts in all athletic, religious and social affairs of the college. In the debating contest to be held between the two societies, out of the six debaters, three of them are from our class. This goes to show our ability along that line. The President of our Y. W. C. A., Mabel Lynch, and Editor-in-Chief of The Radiant, Marion Brinson, also come from the Junior Class. ‘‘Watch us win!” We are all coming back next year, prepared to do a much harder year’s work than at any time before. We have come to realize to the fullest extent what one has to tread through before he reaches the top rounds of success. Our aim is to make the Class of 1921 the very best class that has ever left Atlantic Christian College and “Watch us win!” Kathlyn Jackson, Historian. 43 44 Dormitory for Men 45 Ckctr up FrciKie, b O T t you. tty, Y uU be a So KoTnore Bye a7i4 pc . M . vwrf 47 Sophomore Class Colors: Green and White. Flower: Kilarney Buds. Motto “The man worth while is the man that can smile when everything goes dead wrong. Mary Irma Moore.........................President Annie Christine Whitley.................Vice-President Grady Spiegel...........................Secretary-Treasurer Roll of Members Brinson, Lloyd Thompson Galloway, Mabel Elizabeth Moore, Mary Irma Moye, NellE Whitehead Spiegel, Grady Whitley, Annie Christine 48 49 Sophomore Class History Never more proudly did the Freshman colors float over the college campus than when the “Freshies’ poured forth in September, 1918. There were about forty of us to furnish jokes for all the college and all the society papers. We knew well that the first day of April was the most appropriate time to “cut “Freshman English' and “Freshman Math.” In spite of the fact “Flu” and the abnormal conditions resulting from the presence of the S.A.T.C., somewhat abated the usual college spirit, we made our influence and special talents recognized; for it was from our class that the left- fielder for the baseball team, the captain for the basket-ball team, and the mess ser- geant for the S.A.T.C., were chosen. In keeping with the abnormal times, it was only logical that this class, as a whole, should go on record as having led all previous Freshman classes of the institution in thorough work, in athletics, and in leadership. In September, 1919, only seven of us were fortunate enough to return for matricu- lation. Early in October we met and effected a class organization, with the following enthusiastic members as officers: Mary Irma Moore, President; Annie Christine Whitley, Vice-President, and Grady Spiegel, Secretary-Treasurer. The other four members are Bernice McLlwean, Lloyd Thompson Brinson, Mabel Elizabeth Galloway and Nell Whitehead Moye. Influenced by the fine record of last year, and stirred by the New World challenge for trained men and women, we entered this year with renewed ambition to follow the upward road. The basket-ball team, realizing this enthusiasm, reelected Lloyd captain. He was also chosen President of the Athletic Association. Two members of the class found places on The Radiant staff. Christine, better known as “Teeny,” showed such literary enthusiasm and ability that she was elected President of the Alethian Literary Society for the second semester. We passed triumphantly all of our mid-term examinations. Our happy little band was broken at the beginning of the second semester, when Bernice was called suddenly home. This was a loss to the class; but, spurred on by the “ties that bind,” we have determined to win such fame and honor as become Sophomores. Two members of the class are to help represent the Alethian and the Hesperian Literary Societies in the annual debate. Thus, with mingled joy and sorrows success and failure, we have mounted two rounds of the ladder of education: we are reaching on and on toward the higher goal of '22, believing that ‘’the best is yet to be.” 50 Sophomore Class Poem Up! up! my friends, and quit your dreams, Or surely we ll not win. Up! up! my friends, and make your schemes, For we have webs to spin. The sun is high and still we loiter In the same indifferent way; While others seek the distant goal, Shall we do as they say? Up! Shall we not gird our armor strong. And increase our courage, too. While we work with a cheerful song. Showing them what we can do? Think! think! dear comrades so brave and true. Of things yet to be done. Think! think! of the rivers others swam through And the races they have won. They plunged in and down, down they went. Till they thought hope was gone; Then, when their courage was nearly spent. There gleamed a light, as at morn. Patience, courage—no one must these sell. Nor yet give them away; Necessary they are to run a race well. Tools for our use today. Now! now! let us up and be doing Each little task so well. Now! now! is no time to be losing. Unless success we'd sell. So crowd in the fun and frolic and work— Tomorrow may be too late. For never a duty must we shirk. But go on at a steady gait. We ll be true to ourselves and set the pace And work with an end in view. And show to the world with a smiling face W hat a bunch of Sophs can do! 51 c. w. 52 Administration Building 53 Freshman Class Colors: Purple and Gold. Flower: Violet Motto: Love, Labor, and Laugh Officers William C. Manning...................President Ava Ciiula Wolff.......................Vice-President Kate Bowen.............................Secretary Helen Glenn............................Treasurer Olive Spear.............................Poet Roll Bowen, Kate Manning, J. C. Glenn, Helen Saunders, Inez Hardee, Lena Spear, Olive Manning, W. C. Wolff, Ava 54 55 56 Library Freshman Class Poem Ring! Ring the bells that all may know. Tell the news where'er you go. Let everyone be happy and gay. Thrilling with joy in work or play. But why should all so happy be? To welcome the Class of '23. Love! Love! Oh Class of 23, Love thy brother, and willing be To lend a hand to young and old. While steadily watching the shining goal. But why should Love'' your motto be? Because you've promised. Oh '23! Work! W ork and show what you can do; Labor and Love the whole day through. Strive for the best, nor be content With less than the best when the day is spent. But why should Labor your motto be? Because you've promised. Oh ‘23! Laugh! Laugh, and others will happy be; Smile when the way you cannot see. Laugh and be happy, joyous and gay. Cheering others along Life's way. But why should you laugh and happy be? Because you've promised, Oh '23! Love, Labor, and Laugh?' that all may know The Class of 23 where'er it go. This motto before you always keep. Whether on the heights or in valleys deep. Love, Labor, and Laugh let your motto be. Oh '23! Oh 923! 57 Olive Spear, Class Poet. Biology Class 58 Third and Fourth ear High School Class Roll Elsie Harris Elya D. Moore Sybil Marie Heath Alma Stokes Cleora Reid Louis Mayo Sallie Adams Burnice McIlwain Douglas Culpepper Thelma Proctor Tony Barnes Annie Ruth Jones Zeb Brinson Sallie Walston D. Louis Smith Verna Belle Haskins Elizabeth Wiggins Hillary Bowen Mary Elmore Milton Moye Ada Grey Dixon Archie Reel Susie Dixon Timothy Bowen Nettie Noble Lewis Whitehead Myrtle King Roger Spear 61 High School Class History When the nine-o'clock bell sounded on the morning of September 9th there came tripping across the campus from all directions a motley host. At first the observer thought of Coxey’s Army, and then of John Brown’s raid, but finally she settled on to the conviction that it was the “embryonic” Class of 1920. Later in the day these students” were all busy pouring into the ears of the three members of the registration committee tales of their prowess in the Grades and Junior High. We also had many original and bright ideas which have since oozed out of our finger tips. Time does not permit us to tell with what misgivings we first rode a “pony'’ or tried a “cut,” but practice in these arts soon brought us near to perfection. Surely it requires some training to know how to bluff the faculty, and “ad interim” we flunked disastrously. Now, as Senior, the common herd, as a whole, acknowledge our greatness; we are able to make the Freshies “bite the dust,” the Sophomores “sharpen their wits on the grindstone,” and the Juniors “acknowledge us the master mind.” No Goddess of Mathematics, All-pervading Essence of Culture or Formulator of Rules and Regulations, has been able to inspire terror in our souls; even these, the so-called tyrants, have been forced to acknowledge our superior intellects. Some have failed on account of love affairs of plain “flunking,” for in the affairs of the heart we have reigned supreme. Cupid has stolen into our flock and cast his dart through Thelma Proctor’s flint 1 ike heart. Though this is leap year, our boys as yet do not seem to have suffered. We cannot imagine what awful results will happen to all the activities when we are gone, but we hope that our example may inspire our successors to do the best they are able with their feeble efforts. When we consider the personnel of the class we realize that it is most fearfully and wonderfully made. It would, of course, require volumes to give the many achievements that have distinguished the different members of our class, but it will sullice to mention a few. Timothv Washington Bowen, an early native of Pinelown, or thereabouts, startled the natives with his unusual wisdom. He decided to come up to A.C.C. and impart this valuable information to the faculty, who now have seen fit to reward him by conferring upon him the honorary degree, P-h-i-z. Hillary Thomas Bowen, son of a Washington County farmer, was brought up among the corn rows, with the pumpkins. He developed poetitis when quite young, and was sent to A.C.C.H.S., where it was hoped he would be relieved of this malady by learning to sing. The result has been intense suffering for his fellowmen who live within earshot. Farmville, a little wide place in the road, down in Pitt County, is the home of two most bold and daring characters: Milton James Moye, noted for his astounding progress in geometry, and Ada Grey Dixon, famed for her heart-crushing record won during a six-year pilgrimage at A.C.C., where she has sung all her suitors into oblivion. 62 Way clown in Pamlico County where they raise malaria and “taters,’' two of the most brilliant members of our class were born. One, Zebulon Ewart Brinson (not brimstone), on December 20th. in the latter part of the nineteenth century; the other, Archie Reel, on or about the Fourth of July, sixteen years before we went over and licked the Kaiser Bill. Both these boys are noted for their ability in biscuit slinging in the Boys’ Dormitory. So modest and retiring that she hesitates to give any information so personal as her age, Nettie Noble came from Deep Run several years ago, and has meandered through these stately halls, storing away in her mature mind the knowledge that stale books and staler teachers would allow her to assimilate. Wilson has furnished us with two members: Charles Douglas Culpepper, born in 1902, showed his superior mentality, like the poet Coleridge, by sitting alone and noticing things when he was four years old. His father runs a garage in order to furnish Doug with automobiles, which he uses to take Dean Smith and Jess Holliday for a spin on sunny evenings. And Myrtle May King, a winsome little lady who always did surpass every other member in her classes, has not failed even this year to demonstrate her intellectual ability in every branch of known and unknown study. But sorry to say she has so far failed to develop a love affair. Because of her congeniality, erna Belle Haskins has become quite a favorite among all the girls at A.C.C. Since joining our class she has had many “knocks’' but no “slaps,’' and, so far as her classmates know, she has “kept the even tenor of her way.'' Verna Belle hails from Kinston. N. C., a sister town of Wilson. Lewis Smith, the member of our class who does not have to ask for blessings but can reach up and take them, says that he was born in 1900 in Wilson County. Some thought him timid at first, and he may be, hut he has succeeded in winning the atten- tion of Miss Mary Moore. Fannie Marie Batts, a member of our class, came to us since our Christmas holi- days from Whitakers High School, and has already won our affections by her winsome ways. Susie Mildred Dixon, a modest child, who received her early training at Hooker- ton, came this year to put on some finishing touches at A.C.C. She has already suc- ceeded in showing her special interest in mathematics, and probably will not always lead her classes, hut also some day succeed her present teacher, Miss Fannie Harper. Mary Elizabeth Elmore says she was born in 1899, and came from way down there at the jumping-off place about ten miles from Goldsboro. She is naturally not very bright, consequently she works very hard to make her passing grades. No doubt she will convince the world, unless she has a husband, that Woman Suffrage is right. At any rate, she is preparing speeches to that effect already. We do not believe, as a rule in encouraging faculties to entertain any very exalted notions as to their importance, but in the present instance we gladly admit our debt of gratitude to those teachers who have worked so prodigiously to give us a good founda- tion of knowledge. And we realize that it is due, not to our own skill as climbers, hut to the fact that they took us firmly by the shoulders when we slipped and dragged us bodily to safe ground, that at last we have attained this dizzv height from which we can occasionally glimpse, when the clouds break away, the promised land beyond Graduation Day. 63 Mary Elizabeth Elmore. Class Poem High School, 1920 Before beginning this metreless rhyme, I'd like to take a bit of your time To thank you jor the honor conferred on me— “Poet of the graduating class to be. And I hope my duty may do W ith credit to myself and honor to you. Poets are born, not made, 'tis said, But I am only a poet maid, And with the muse only slightly connected. So if my rhyme is bad it's only expected; You'll consider the source from whence it came. And remember I'm quite young at the poetry game. Noiv, just what a class poem should be Is a theme I'll admit is quite beyond me. But I guess of course it would be the right thing To wish you all the good that time may bring. But I'll follow the old and well beaten track And at each member of the class take a crack. And point out their faults and foibles to you. To start the thing off and get it to going. We'll begin with our President, Hilary Bowen. The next to whom I'll call your attention Is the good looking popular Zebulon Brinson. Tim Bowen is learning to preach and to spiel. But he'll never be as favored as Archie Reel. The sweet little wee bit of a boy Is the cute and smart Milton Moye. Douglas Culpepper and Louis Whitehead Are the sports of the class, so 'tis said. How true this is we really don't know. But ice'll leave them now and to the girls we'll go. And a sweeter lot can't be found If you search the whole wide world around. The name that is most popular far and away Is that of Jess, for it's Holiday. Annie Ruth Jones is pretty, quiet, and good. And loved by all, so 'tis understood. Ada Grey Dixon is a Senior in Voice, And the sweet singer of the class by choice. Then there is Susie Dixon, She's as smart a girl as your eyes can “fix-on. Tis a saying you have heard often before, Give one an inch they will want an Elmore. So that is the way it is with all here Who have been with Mary at school this year. Miss Verna Belle Haskin is clever and cute. And is very popular, is college repute. Here are the favorites, to whom we take off our hats, Nettie Nobles and Fannie Batts. In fact, this whole class has virtues most rare, And with the classes of yore most favorably compare. And we bid them God-speed on their journey of life— May they have all its joys and escape all its strife. 64 Myrtle Mae King. Dormitory for Women 65 First and Second Year High School Class Roll Ada Hardee Warren W. Campbell T. Richard Rouse Tommie Elmore Joe 0. Hearne John B. Beland Margaret Lucile Eagles Alfred Hodge Nora Stallings Russel Vick Maude Brown Bernice Tucker Nettie Bachelor Ray Heath Losker Bennett Hattie Delph Nelson Broughton J. W. Beland L. G. Darden Rosa McKeel Marie Chapman Mary Flowers Nettie Wiggins Cleora Dixon Vera Tingle 66 1 67 68 Calendar September 10. Arrival of students. Freshmen learn what it means to matriculate. 11. “Freshies, ’ visited by upper classmen in the “wee sma' hours, decide to do the “shimmie from fear of force. 13. Y. W. gives “get-acquainted” social. 15. Excitement of first Monday, with the pleasure of cleaning rooms and going to the “movies once more. 19. President's reception. “Everybody meets a-body. 22. Alethian reception. 25. Organization of boy’s “Washing Club.” 27. Phi Sigma Tau Sorority gives a reception. Boys frightened by the formality. 28. Hesperians entertain faculty and student body. 29. Alethians clean campus. 30. Grand discovery made—that September, 1916, had thirty-one days. October 3. Alarm clock mars the solemnity of the chapel hour. 5. Lloyd and Zeb do “spring cleaning. 9. Club initiations. Many disfigured “Freshies seen here, there, and everywhere. 13. Boys introduce latest additions to their home. Many hearts stricken while drinking punch from “the old oaken bucket that hung in the well. 17. Mr. Brabec guest at girls “Dorm. 24. Kate Bowen, “adorondating her body gearings assimilates to her voice lesson. 25. First musical tea; camouflaged stage-fright. 26. “Left-handed club organized: charter member among faculty. 31. Ghosts, goblins and witches appear in frightful and beautiful costumes at girls' Hallowe'en party; new case. November 3. Addition to “Left-handed club. 5. Amoeba and paramecium discovered in laboratory. 7. Something radically wrong with furnace at girls' “Dorm.” North Pole discovered. 9. Fall millinery on display at church; much craning of necks. 11. Holiday in commemoration of armistice. 15. False fire alarm; much excitement. 17. “Bluest of blue Mondays. Classes. 19. Wholesale celebration of birthdays. 24. Baseball game between Hesperians and Alethians. Hesperians win. 26. Most important event of season: Thanksgiving holidays. December 1. Continual discussion of approaching vacation; much day-dreaming. 3. A visit from Miss Heller. 6. Midnight feast in No. 36. 8. Boys shun store and “Hooverize all pennies. 13. Mock chautauqua: Mrs. Pankhurst and Charlie Chaplin, chief attractions. 16. Famous Jordan ride. 17. Midnight revelry in girls' Dorm ; barnyard serenade; teachers overcome and roped in by students. 19. One teacher at breakfast. Homeward bound. January 2. Arrival of students to begin New Year. 3. Everyone declares they have had the very best time of their lives. 8. Day of doom. Exams begin. 10. Another long breath. Exams over. 69 Calendar—Continued 12. Boys decide Richard is desperately in love with Nettie Mae. 13. Mr. Foust pays us a visit; best “togs” on display—smiles from ear to ear. 14. Wedding bells. ' ■Left-handed” club loses a member. 17. Dr. Smith at St. Louis. Few skip chapel. 19. Atlas Congenial Club entertains. Pert extends hearty welcome. 20. Numerous A.C.C. students attend Galli-Curci concert. 26. Ice cream again; much excitement. 30. Mr. McLees delivers interesting address. February Roger and Susie found working “Math” together in class-room. Quarantined indefinitely. “Weeping, wailing, and gnashing of teeth. No “movies,” no ice cream, no “nothing” but campus. No classes. College boys all smiles. Girls take advantage. Birthday party. Costumes varied. No boys. Unlucky day. Classes resumed. Leap-year proposals afloat. Mysterious Valentines arrive. Y. W. girls give “swell” dinner. Array of Parisian and Lueama style; fines paid good na tu redly. Everybody forgot to say “I cannot tell a lie.” Girls are wise enough to take advantage of the day, which will not occur again in four long years. March Spring comes in “like a lion.” Ada Grey and Mabel get their “daily.” Nettie Nobles becoming desperate; wishes to move to the “Sandwich Isles.” Elsie stays in bed all day, waiting for flowers which never arrive. No chapel. Nettie Mae continues her practicing. Kat, followed by Mrs. Smith, makes her daily rounds. Inter-society debate. Mexico hung in the balance; A.C.C. breathless! Quarantine lifted. “Flu has flown.” Town boys come back—floating reception around campus. Every one requested to return all books and magazines (long past due) to library. Meeting of “S. B.” club until midnight—interrupted by fire alarm—and Dean. No physical culture. April 1. Good lessons! April fool!! 3. “In spring a young man’s fancy lightly turns to”—baseball. 4. Easter Sunday. Everybody goes home and “dikes-out.” 8. Rumors of another quarantine—because of “spring fever.” 11. “Teenie” got a letter from Fuquay Springs. 15. Raid on refrigerator in boys’ “Dorm.” 16. Miss Chapman's recital; famous concerto finally rendered. 19. Selma preaches what she's been practicing. 21. Hilary treats his girls at Barnes'. 23. Ada Grey sings last song at A.C.C.; Lottie buries her recital numbers. 25. Marion Brinson's ship comes in, named “Mary Anna.” 27. Self-denial Box emptied today. 30. Last April showers. May 1. Cramming from morn 'til eve. 3. Rutabagas, onions, radish. 4. Onions, radish, rutabagas. 5. Radish, rutabagas, onions. 8. Bill conquers Victor. 10. Elementary musical recital. 12. Excitement tense. 13. Finals—!!!!— ? ? ? ? ?—! ? ? ? ! 16. Baccalaureate Sermon; first appearance of caps and gowns. 18. Dramatic Club presents wonderful play. 22. Homeward bound! “Tears, idle tears.” 4. 6. 9. 10. 11. 13. 14. 18. 22. 29. 1. 5. 7. 10. 13. 15. 17. 21. 28. 29. 30. 31. 70 School of Music Voice Students Ada Grey Dixon Mabel Galloway Jessie Holliday Kathlyn Jackson Olive Spear May Pollock Gladys Peel Annie Ruth Jones Kate Bowen Blanche Wells Piano Students Mabel Galloway Lillian Chapman Mary Moore Elva Moore Blanche Stuart Bruce Ray Heath Christine Whitley Margaret Lucile Eagles Nell Moye Mabel Glenn Meadows Nora Stallincs Ada Grey Dixon Burness McIlwaine Helen May Sallie Adams Annie Ruth Jones Lottie Wilson Ava Wolff Kate Bowen Olive Spear Annie Lee Walker Elsie Harris Violin Students Helen Glenn Sidney Willoughby Hillary Bowen Mabel Glenn Meadows Nelle Moye Helen Griffin Nettie Wiggins Mary Wiggins Mary Walker Samuel Davis Nora Stallings Verna Belle Haskins Jessie Holliday Max Miller Grace Holden Hillary Bowen Nettie Wiggins Elizabeth Wiggins Alma Stokes Hel en Glenn Nettie May Batchelor Katharine Ware Francis Ware Edna Alphine Annie Harper Mary Harper Ermon Johnson Mary Williams Elouise Case Marion Smith Gladys Peel Pauline Granger Inez Saunders Douglas Dunn Robert Jones 73 College Octette Standing, left to right—Ada Grey Dixon, Hillary Bowen, Mary Moore, M. B. Brinson, Mabel Galloway. Sitting, left to right—L. B. Brabec, Accompanist; Marie Brothers, Director; A. C. Meadows, Mabel Lynch, Perry Case. 74 Auditorium A.C.C. Orchestra First I iolin, Conner Felton: First I io in, Gladys Foust; Second Violin, Helen Glenn; flute, Professor Case; Cornet, Albert Ruffin; Clarinet, King; French Horn, A. C. Meadows; Drums, Jennincs; Piano, Lillian Chapman; Director, Ivy May Smith 75 Glee Club Back Row—“Kat Jackson, Nell Move, Mae Pollock, Christine Whitley, Mabel Lynch, Lottie Wilson, Oli e Spear, Helen Glenn, Aya Wolff. Second Row—Ada Grey Dixon, Elsie Harris, Miss Marie P. Brothers (Director), Mary Moore, Sallie Adams, Nettie Wiccins. Front Row—Mabel Galloway, Kate Bowen. 76 77 Chemistry Class 78 79 The Pine Knot Staff 1. Lawrence A. Moye 2. Mable Lynch . . 3. Marion B. Brinson 4. Selma Perkins 5. Rupert Phillips . 6. Kathlyn Jackson 7. A. C. Meadows o. Gladys Foust . . 9. Hayes Farish . . 10. Anna Moore . . 11. Lottie Wilson 12. J. B. Tomlinson . 13. J. M. Perry . . 14. Ada Grey Dixon . Editor in Chief Literary Editor Athletic Editor Wit Editor Business Manager Society Editor Assistant Editor Art Editor Alumni Editor College Editor Expression Editor Asst. Business Manager Ministerial Editor Music Editor 80 81 The Radiant Staff 1. Christine Whitley, If it Editor 2. Marion Brinson, Editor in Chief 3. Bonita Wolff, Alumni Editor 4. Grady Spiegel, Business Manager 5. A. C. Meadows, Literary Editor 6. Mabel Lynch, News Editor 7. J. Battle Tomlinson, Asst. Bus. Mgr. 8. Rupert A. Phillips, Exchange Editor 82 83 The Changing of the Seasons Spring Given by Physical Culture Class Anna Moore Helen Glenn Ava Wolff Summer Selma Perkins Lottie Wilson Bonita Wolff r Autumn Kate Bowen Sadie Greene Mildred Wilson Mae Pollock Winter Mary Moore [ Nettie Noble 84 The Happy Day Cast of Characters Mrs. Marlowe . Bonita Wolff Anne Loving Lottie Wilson Sybil Marlowe . Selma Perkins Kitty Fern . . Mae Pollock Opal Neff . . Charlie Grey Rawlings Mrs. Tatlock . Nettie Noble Polly Tatlock . Kate Bowen The Scheme That Failed Cast of Characters Paul Jennings . Marion Brinson Victor Craven . Lawrence Moye Edith Jennings . Lottie Wilson Fanny .... Selma Perkins Mrs. Craven . . Bonita Wolff Bridget . , . Nettie Noble 86 The Happy Day The Happy Day 87 The College Dramatic Club In the fall of 191 8 the Expression students of A.C.C. organized themselves into a club known as The College Dramatic Club.” Pink and Green were chosen as the club colors. During the year many delightful informal programs were given in the club-room, decorated for the occasion to carry out the color scheme. An hour of social enjoy- ment always followed these informal programs. At other times more formal pro- grams were given in the auditorium to large and attentive audiences. In the spring of 1919 these plays appeared on some of the formal programs: The Obstinate Family; The Arrival of Penelope; The Superior Sex; The Proposal Under Difficulties. The plays and readings contributed by the club played a large part in the com- mencement program. During the winter and spring months of this year several miscellaneous programs have been given, and among the plays the following have been presented: The Happy Day; The Scheme That Failed; Local and Long Distance; Love of a Bonnet. Artistic drills have been given from time to time. Among them, The Changing of the Seasons. Two of the members of this club gave their Senior recitals in April and will graduate from the School of Expression in May. Local and Long Distance Cast of Characters George Davis........................ . . Marion Brinson Miss Brown.............................Mae Pollock Mary- Jones......................... .... Charlie Grey Rawlings Mrs. Davis.............................Lottie Wilson Mrs. White.............................Kate Bowen Miss Slade.............................Nettie Noble 89 Kitty Parsons . Selma Perkins Business Class Class Roll Myrtle King Margaret Overman Annie Lee Walker John B. Beland Lelia Perry Timothy W. Bowen Sallie Walston Alfred Hodge Mary Elmore Ruth Denny Thelma Lynch Mildred Wilson Annie Nell Farmer Weston Perry Sadie Greene Benjamin Batts Mae Pollock Warren Campbell Bertha Davis Thomas 0. Elmore Helen May Officers John B. Beland . . Thelma Lynch . . . Vice-President Bertha Davis . . . Secretary and Treasurer Motto The work of the world cannot be done without us. Colors Flower Green and Gold Golden Rod Yell Zip-zap-zee, Busy as a bee, Business Class of A.C.C. 90 91 The College Alphabet A B C D E F G H I J K L M N 0 P Q R S T U V w X-Y is for Archie, a lad so neat. To hear him say lessons is really a treat. is for Brinson and Bennett, too; Though very different, they are both true blue. 's for our College, our dear A.C.C.— How dear in these years it's becometh to me! May it live long and prosper, may the years bring it And its sons and its daughters aye honor its name! is for Dixon, who sings like a lark; She prefers above all things a spot in the park. is for Elsie, who has a sweet smile; The paint on her face you can see it a mile. is for Ferguson, who brings us the mail; Though it rain or snow he never does fail. is for Galloway, who sings a sweet song; A certain man will claim her ere long. is for Hilary—though thoughtful and good, He’ll do what you tell him if it's bring in the wood. is for Idleness as clear as can be; But you never can find it at A.C.C. is for James, who never is glum; You can hear him rejoicing when others are dumb. is for Kathlyn—her pet name is Kat; She positively says she won't wear a rat. 's for Lawrence and Lottie, too. If it wasn’t for each other what would they do? 's for Mary—oh! a gay lassie is she; Makes a hit with the boys—just watch her and see! stands for the girl whom we know as Nelle; Not afraid of anything we've learned so well. is for Olive, she's tall and sweet; To see her look happy is really a treat. is for Pollock—her first name is Mae; She has distinguished herself in a college play. stands for quiz and also for queer; The quizes are past, hut the queer are still here! is for Ray, a smart little girl; She gives you a smile and goes like a whirl. is for Sallie with a musical mind; More nimble fingers you never will find. is for Tingle—Vera, we mean; And also for Thelma, heard when not seen. is for Us—the ones left out; Who are already feeling slighted, no doubt. is for Verna Belle—h re for a spell; We hope she performs her duty well. is for Whitley—for music she came. And faithfully always has practised the same. Oil, now, who shall they be? Well, they may he you or they may he me. And now I have come to the end of my rhyme, Vnd I know nou are thinking it's just about time. fame. 92 S. P. '20. Baseball Louis Smith Tony Barnes Archie Reel Battle Tomlinson Lloyd Brinson William Manning Douglas Culpepper Bennie Batts Zebulon Brinson Richard Rouse Alfred C. Meadows H. S. Hilley . . Sollie Winstead A. C. Meadows . 94 Manager Coach Captain 2 H r r 53 o o PI o o 53 n a -i m r N 73 w H K o o z c i O O Cfl N J n K 53 ■H 75 H —4 Z PJ H r pi ► cs r m O r r o Sf 2 CC Vs x 7T rD o; H c Cn H K P3 r z n K CD cr- PJ Ol r § pi 53 ?r z C j 95 Boys Basketball Team Forwards Lewis Whitehead Richard Rouse Center L. T. Brinson Guards Battle Tomlinson W. C. Manning Subs. M. B. Brinson Archie Reel Tim Bowen 96 97 Athletics Athletics will go at A.C.C. Our college is young and has not yet been able to develop teams to cope equally with older and bigger colleges of the State. Then, too, our athletics has been stunned by the reluctance on the part of some to see the value in it. But it is now clear that physical endurance is the only safe basis for intellectual ability. This was recognized by the Greeks thirty centuries ago; the Olympian games, consisting of foot races, boxing and wrestling, were nationalized and held every fourth year; and Grecian youth never received a higher honor than the victor’s crown at the contests. In Sparta, physical training reached a high pitch; the lad endured the winter with but one shirt; took his night’s rest on a bundle of river reeds; and went before the scourging master at regular intervals. We are not too proud to take a lesson from the ancients. We left last year expecting to play real games this year. On our return we felt that a damper had been turned on by the loss of Lappin. But soon we heard from Meadows; and his enthusiasm explained his bald head. Our boys and girls were called out and they rallied to the new leader. It was seen that we had talent; teams were picked; and real play began. So far (February, 1920) our teams have brought home the laurels over half the time. Come back, old players, and enjoy the rally next year! Come on, new ones, and be in the fun! L. A. Move, Pres. M. B. Brinson W. Manning Battle Tomlinson Milton Move Hilary Bowen Lloyd Brinson R. A. Phillips Archie Keel James Manning Zebulon Brinson Secretary-Tret 99 A Midsummer Night Tragedy i. Not a long time to come, 1 remember it well, Alongside a poor house a maiden did dwell. She lived with her father, her life was serene, Her age it was red, and her hair was seventeen. II. This maid had a lover who near by did dwell, A cross-legged ruffian and bow-eyed as well. Said he, Lets fly by the light of yon star, For you are the eye of my apple, you are.'' Ill Oh. no! said the maiden; be cautious and wise. My father will scratch out your nail with his eyes. And if you but love me, don't bring me disgrace ” Said the maiden, as she buried her hands in her face. IV. Then the bold lover knocked the maid, And cautiously drew out the knife of his blade. He cut the fond throat of the maiden so fair, Then dragged her around by the head of her hair. V. Then the fond father appeared to appear And gazed on that scene with eyes in his tear. He knelt down beside her, her fair face he kissed, Then he rushed his nose at the murder s fist. VI. Then the sad father said, Villain, you bolt! He drew out a horse pistol, divas raised from a colt. Said the lover, I'll die if I stay, it is true! 9 Said he, I'll fly! and he flew up the flu! End. (Exit lover.) 100 v .i 1 ?? f •%c • . |5( r'� Iijcrovg =desus X pier to s =Cfir©-f ©€ov = God Tlog = Son X«Tr| p =Saviour .- •� � -. -iv u- ,v •- k ' % ■■( I • V •IS • li 101 The Fellowship Club Roll Raymond A. Smith..............................President Prof. F. F. Grim..............................Vice-President Hilary T. Bowen...............................Secretary and Treasurer Timothy W. Bowen Marion B. Brinson Lasker Bennett Otto Henderson Prof. Perry Case Rupert A. Prof. Howard S. Hilly Alfred C. Meadows Grady Spiegel Charles C. Ware J. E. Stuart Phillips The Fellowship Club is an organization of ministers and ministerial students connected with the college. It is an association for the purpose of having a closer fellowship with each other. In its meetings each week it is a part of our program to discuss the problems that each minister encountered on the preceding Sunday of the preceding week. A report of each one’s work and accomplishments is made. A number of very good addresses by ministers from different parts of the State have been given at our meetings. 102 103 Y. W. C. A Motto tbWe can lead no one closer to Christ than we ourselves have been.” Cabinet Members Mabel Lynch . . Christine Whitley Selma Perkins . . Kathlyn Jackson . Sibyl Heath . . Ava Wolff . . . Gladys Foust . . Christine Whitley Mary Moore . . Anna Moore . . Francis Harper President Vice-President Secretary Treasurer Chairman Missionary Committee Chairman Religious Meeting Committee Chairman Publicity Committee Chairman Membership Committee Chairman Finance Committee Chairman Social Committee Advisory Committee Members Fracis F. Harper Mabel Galloway Mabel Lynch Fannie Moye Christine Whitley Sallie Adams Kathlyn Jackson Jessie Holiday Lucretia Henderson Ava Wolff Ray Heath Anna Moore Sybil Heath Helen Glenn Elvo Moore Nell Moye Olive Spear Kate Bowen Mae Pollock Lottie Wilson Bernice Tucker Selma Perkins Ada Grey Dixon Susie Dixon 104 105 An Extract From The Clashing of Forces By J. M. Perry At the dawning of human history man emerges out of the shrouded night and mysterious, mantled shades of mysticism that lie just this side of that unfathomable, impregnable “in the beginning God created,” and stages the introductory act before God’s recording camera, leaves his never-fading impress on the canvass of time, dis- turbs the equilibrium of the mighty seismograph divinely tuned to the life of the world, and in his primitive struggle with the forces of evil discovers his self-insuffi- ciency, falls before the sweltering blow of the beguiler’s satanic power, and rises only when heartened by the comforting assurance that victory is born in defeat, on broader fields shall the battle be fought, a bruising, withering stroke shall foil the tempter’s snare, and the seed of the woman shall break the poison fang and bruise the serpent’s head. The omnipotent, omniscient, omnipresent, only one true, living and loving God, who slumbers not nor sleeps, is not forgetful of the majestic image and divine likeness of His own creation, and before the “Father of Lies,” “The Old Serpent, the Devil,” the despotic, gloating assassin of the human race, can count his victim out, a com- passionate Father pulls the lever of His love, breaks up the fountain of His grace, and man stands again on the forum of hope in the arena of the world, rejuvenated by the embryonic stir of consciousness and the faint intimation of the prejudice and alliance of God on the side of humanity and against the formidable foe in the struggle of life, and though too far down the vista of centuries for adequate expression, he confidently hopes that the divine ultimatum shall be the appropriating of the bruises, wounds and stripes where they can most assuredly be borne—that love may find a way and make a compatible expiation. (Omnia vincit amor,) “Love conquers all things.” Whatever may be the conjecture as to the primitive intellectual and spiritual endowment or development of mankind and his ability to rise to such lofty anticipa- tions, no doubt can arise as to the foreknowledge and magnanimous purpose of the One whose image he bore. The long, devious paths from Eden to Calvary were outdistanced only by the providential certainty of the world’s Redeemer, and in all the meandering vicissitudes of human experience God has been over all, the path and range-finder of the human race. Reverses have checkered the way, but their relative potentialities have rather sharpened the metal of the aspiring souls of men and militated to the upward stride and steady pull of civilization, true religion and Christianity. If the ebb has been as great as the flow, surely justice and mercy, love and divine truth have ever ridden on the crest of the wave. It is more than a passing coincidence that Moses, out of his limited experience and meek existence, should set the master minds of all ages in a furore and sink a shaft to the very tap-root of the “a priori” of the universe; and astronomers, geolo- gists, botanists, zoologists and biologists of the universities and laboratories of the world still oscillate around the pole-star of the flash of his pen. As God’s great scribe he sounds a note on the first cause of things that is fundamental and indispensible to the faith of the world. Fundamental, because it serves as a bed-rock on which the whole fabric of revelation rests, and indispensable because it makes all subsequent scriptures intelligible. Its priority in time and material may account for the malign thrust of the destructive critic and (he faithless gore of the infidel’s dagger, and, 106 happily, perhaps, for the unswerving stand through the long black night of the Dark Ages by the heroic defenders of the faith. The armies in the field are by no means the most potent forces that be, but the agents of defense and aggression. They may be succeeding all along the line while the forces that made them be waning. Likewise, viewed from immediate results, the arch enemy of man would be the master of the world, for he won in the first great struggle; but it was a clashing of forces and not decided on the strength of the agent. It was Good against Evil, Infinite against Finite. Spirit against Flesh, Heaven against Hell, Divinitv against Demon, and God against the Devil. The world marches on, keeping step to the discordant, clanking clashing, and however divergent has been the paths, the major forces intersect once more in the darkness of Gethsemane. The forces of evil strike hard at the signal war-whoop of the traitor within. The cross they uplifted became the standard of the world. While they wrote. ‘'Jesus of Nazareth, King of the Jews, the bodiless hand that penciled Belshazzar s doom w rote “Lord and Christ on the heart of the wrorld. Their dead King became “King of Kings'1 and the spiritual force and the ethical life of men. Standards, systems, isms and cisms are changed at His word, and in His commission there is power, power to enable the least of His apostles to stand on the Areopagus, in the intellectual center of civilized men. smash through the stoic and epicurean schools, and recast the philosophy and thought of the world. Extempore Jabs By J. M. Perry It’s easy enough to act civil If hen everybody's treating you white; But it’s hard to smile while writing the check For the tailor who made ’em too tight. It's easy enough to be cheery, Parading in Government clothes; But it’s hard to sing, mucking round in the trench, With hand-grenades flattening your nose. It’s easy enough to fill dates, When Prof.” don't know you're gone; But it's hard to get by, matters not how you try. When you make them over the phone. It's easy enough to answer If hen asked. Do you like country ham ? But it's hard to answer every time dead right. If hen taking your final Zam. IPs easy enough to cut capers. And go buzzing 'round like a bee; But it's hard to preach with such power and jorce That you'll honor old A.C.C. 107 Domestic Science Class Roll Alma Stokes 3 Elizabeth Wiggins Hattie Delph Marie Chapman Elsie Harris Myrtle King May Pollock Fannie Batts Verna Belle Haskins Bernice Tucker Susie Dixon Maude Brown Jessie Holliday Helen May Helen Glenn Cleora Reed Mary Flowers 109 CD 3 CD a 0) CJ 'Id • p—( CJ o (f) o H 2 O Oh o 2 O K H CD CJ C 0) U Oi Vi u cq _0J 6 bD 3 O bD Cj cd cj a, r c Vi Q bD r—' ’3) bD C U ei -3 bD 3 H3 .JH x o bD bfl 3 v? -3 3 CJ w bD .2 bD 4i u « O cd cn o 3 o r-) in VI 0J 22 _3 cj 3 S) g -r cd £ N 3 o vi u Qj bD a. 3 PC 3 Oj V) VI Oi — J Cu i .3 3 O PC Oi o □ - bp § C bD bD bD c cd 3C 3 Dh J 2 Oi o _bD o O 3 QJ OJ J D 0J bD 3 VI Oi O r o H Z cd 6 o CD N CD b 3 - 3 3 r 3 cd u •3 rVi 1 cj I— 0 7ZH CJ 22 22 3 O £ a c 3j -3 D Oh bD 3 r r O J- cd T rn z ai a 3d to cj cb • HH 3 Ch 2 . 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Bachelor, Nettie Mae Batts, Fannie Barnes, Tony Beland, John Bowen, Kate Brown, Maude Culpepper, Douclas Denny, Ruth Dixon, Ada Grey Dixon, Clara Draughn, Annie Elmore, Mary Elmore, Tomy Fergerson, B. J. Glenn, Helen Green, Sadie Haskins, Verna Belle Hodge, Alfred Holliday, Jessie Jones, Anna Ruth Meadows, A. C. Meadows, Mabel Moore, Anna Moore, Elva Moye, Fannie Moye, Nelle Moye, Lawrence Moye, Milton Nobles, Nettie Peele, Agnes Peel, Gladys Perkins, Selma Perry, J. M. Phillips, Rupert Pollock, Mae Rollins, Charley Grey Rouse, Richard Saunders, Inez Spear, Olive Stallings, Nora Tomlinson, Battle Tucker, Bernice Whitley, Christine Wilson, Lottie Wilson, Mildred Wolff, Bonita Wolff, Ava 112 113 Hesperian Literary Society Colors—Red and White Flower—Carnation Motlo—Facta non Vreba Yell Rolly-go! Rolly-go! Rolly-go hee!! Hoop-la! Hip-la! Who are we? Rolly-go! Rolly-go! Rolly-go hee!! Hesperians! Hesperians! of A.C.C. Officers James Manning................................President, Lena Hardee..................................Vice-President Kathlyn Jackson..............................Secretary and Treasurer Grady Spiegel...................................Chaplain Sallie Adams.................................Pianist Members Adams, Sallie Heath, Ray Batts, Bennie Heath, Sybil Bennett, Losker Henderson, Otto Boger, Mary Jackson, Kathlyn Bowen, Hillary Lynch, Mabel Bowen, Timothy Lynch, Thelma Brinson, Lloyd Manning, James Brinson, Zed Manning, William Brinson, Marion McIllwain, Bernice Broughton. Nelson Moore, Mary Campbell, Warren Overman, Margarette Chapman, Lill Perry, Weston Delph, Hattie Reel, Archie Dixon, Susie Smith, Lewis Eagles, Margaret Spear, Roger Felton, Connor Spiegel, Grady Flowers, Mary Stokes, Alma Galloway, Mabel Tingle, Vera Grainger, Pauline Walker, Annie Lee Hardee, Lena Whitehead, Lewis Harris, Elise Wiggins, Elizabeth Wiggins, Nettie 114 115 A.C.C. Alumni Gossip Doc' Speaking of the different ways in which a long journey on the------------------- Railroad on a hot summer day has been turned into a pilgrimage of pleasure, when a trip of hardship only had been anticipated, recalls to my mind a very surprisingly pleasant trip I had last summer. The day was very hot, and dust mingled with coal cinders was sifting through the windows of the pullman to a stilling degree. I stood on the back of the pullman as the train rolled out of-------, little thinking that anyone I knew entered the pull- man. Upon returning to my seat, a young army officer sat in the other half of the reser- vation. I noticed the insignia of his division, and noticed he wore service chevrons for overseas duty. The young man was reading a magazine, so did not look up until I asked him about certain points in France at which his division was active. Upon looking up I recognized beneath the coal of tan and soldier brown an old college mate, whose name, if mentioned, few who have ever known A.C.C. would fail to recall multiplied events in every phase of college activities in which this young soldier had played the leading role. Mutual exclamations of delight followed our recognition of each other. Both of us were “fed up” on war and the A.E.F. for that time, so after a brief statement each as to the part we had played in the Great War and our different points of action, and the like, we turned to the discussion of our future plans. But there was little interest in this, so we began talking of happy days on the old campus when life had not been burdened with hard realities and the human heart had not been scarred by the iron grasp of the cruel war. Soon, in the relating of instances of happiness and what seemed to the college student hardships, but which in looking back now were only amusing incidents, the long marches through the shell-furrowed fields of France, the “corn Willie,” the taste of which had not fully departed, the dusty, smoky train and the midsummer oppressive heat were all forgot and we were living again in the good old college halls, our ears were ringing to the dear old college yells and songs, and we were again reviewing the grand old campus scenes with old friends who seemed to come in and travel with us again. “What has become of all of the old crowd?” my companion asked. “Well, that depends on which crowd you refer to,” I replied. “Suppose we begin from the early days,” he suggested. “Fine!” I said. “The best 1 see is to take the alumni and others straight through ' My former college mate said, “The first class graduated was in 1903, was it not ? “Yes,” I replied. “W. H. Mizell, who has ever been a successful teacher and is now a prosperous newspaper man; Ada Tyson, now Mrs. J. Y. Swain of Henderson, 116 N. C., and Prof. Glen G. Cole of Bethany, West Virginia, were the first graduates to ever step from the A.C.C. rostrum. In their chosen work credit has been reflected on the college, too.” “Well, who was the one girl graduated in 1905? She was from Ayden and had a boy’s name?” “Oh, yes! Jimmie Davis.'' “That’s the girl. What has become of her?” “Oh, she is married. Her name is Mrs. R. F. Pillman.” “By the way, did you ever know Rosa Moore and Mary Moye?” he asked. They were very popular in college. I’ve lost sight of them in late years, but have often thought about them.” ‘Why, yes, I know Rosa is still in Farmville, and Mary has been married for three or four years.” “Well, what has become of that first big class that went out in 1907—all girls? Let’s see if I can recall who all of them are. May Anderson was one.'' “She is still May Anderson,” I said. I used to hear from May once in a while, but this army game has put me out of touch with all old-time friends very largely. “I believe she is in Washington, D. C., in Government work now,” I said. “Wasn't Daphne Carraway in that group? he asked. “Yes.” “Where is she?” “She teaches in Wilson and does some chautauqua work, too, I think.” “There were about three girls from Kinston in that class,” he reminded me. “Let’s see if I can recall them—” “I’m wise to the Kinston constituency,” I replied with enthusiasm. “Ruth Howard, Mary Mosely and Hattie Daily are the ones you have in mind.” “Yes. What has become of them?” “Ruth Howard and Clay Andrews have been married for years. And Mary Mosely married Loins of her home town, and still lives there. Hattie Daily is still enjoying single blessedness and substituting in the Kinston school as teacher.” “How about Eliza Kennedy?” my companion asked. She was very popular during our college days.” “Yes,” I said, “and very talented. She is married. She married Von Dillon of LaGrange. You knew her sister Lucy—the really pretty girl in that group?” “Yes,” he replied. Guess I did know her. She was in the bunch who helped to tie the teachers on one April Fool’s Day. Lucy married Harry Hodges and they are very prosperous in Belhaven.” “Another girl in that group was Sally Brooks. I have recently found that she was working with a big banking house in Washington, D. C., and is still single. Two others of this group are happily married. Clyde Farmer married Palmer Harris and they lived in Wilson. Elma Basnight married Hurbert Lupton of New Bern. They are now living in Tarboro.” “There is another girl that seems to me used to be in that crowd—the girl who used to help Miss Day with Art— 117 “Nell Kell of Farmville?” “That’s her.” “She is still there, and single, I think.” There is one former student I’d like to get trace of. This is Bessie Wilkinson, who graduated in Music in 190o. She graduated at the same time Leon Edgerton graduated in Voice.” “Leon married a fellow7 by the name of Grizzard and now lives in Kenly.” “I’ll tell you what class had a strong element in it—the class in which C. Manly Morton graduated,” continued the old College Chum. “What has become of them?” “C. Manly has made a high mark,” I informed. He is now a missionary to Paraguay, South America, with an enviable record.” How about some of the others?” my companion asked. “Well,” I replied, Sallie Wilson is still single and holds a Government position in Washington, D. C.” “You remember the rather stout girl who played the piano like a hurricane— Mable Jones?” broke in my fellow passenger. “Yes. She’s married and lives in Charleston. Sue Yelverton married Dr. Eagles, who has a lucrative practice near Wilson, and Elizabeth Eagles is now Mrs. Smith and lives near Walstonburg. Mary Edwards taught Expression at the college one year—lost sight of her before leaving for France.” “Then,” mused my companion, “those were days of real fun. Society spirit ran high, athletics boomed and real sports were around the old campus. That 1909, ’10 and ’ll group were all a bunch of regulars.” “Yes,” I said. “You knew Ersie Walker? She married a fellow named Neeley and lives in Selma, Alabama. Julia Farmer teaches English at Massey’s Business College, Richmond; Rosa Taylor still lives in Wilson; Annie Barrett is now Mrs. Charles Arrington and lives in Rocky Mount; Kathlyn Wallace is married and still at Jonesville; Lela Flowers is now Mrs. J. A. Stickland of Norfolk; Verdie Noble has been in bad health; she is still single and lives with her parents near Kinston—a line girl, too.” “Well, what has happened to Lossie Davis, Harriett Settle, and all that group of girls who played a high hand in college affairs?' he asked. “Matrimony struck two of them,” I answered. “Harriett Settle is now Mrs. B. B. Plyler of Wilson and Mattie is now Mrs. Eugene Wood of Kinston.” “Where is Lossie? he broke in. “Do not know. Think she is still single and living in Lucama. Georgia How- ard, Elsie Gardner, Carrie Deans and Estelle Griflin are all in Wilson yet, as far as I know. I run across some one of them occasionally. “You recall the 1912 class? he said. “Small but very strong.” “Yes,” I answered. “Ever hear anything of them?” “I met J. J. Walker out in Tennessee a few days ago. Kenneth Bowen is pastor of a church in New York now.” “Where is Horace Settle? I was asked. 118 ‘‘Horace and Agnes Spain were married several years ago. Horace is in bad health. Quit the ministry and is in business with his father-in-law. Tell you another good group of students that count A.C.C. as their Alma Mater,” I suggested. “Who are they?” “Susie Grey Woodard; she is now Mrs. Luther Tomlinson of Wilson.” “Well, how about that girl who could paint so well?'' he asked. ‘'Lillie Hewitt?” I informed: “She is still out about Katherine Lake. You remember the girl with red hair and such a brilliant mind? “Sallie Bridges? “Yes,” I answered. “She is now Mrs. Henry Scott; lives at Elm City. Tell you another girl that was fine: Eunice Andrews; she is now Mrs. Mosley. Elsie Langley wras in that same class. She was brilliant, too. Lives at Elm City still, I think. ‘’Let's see—your s was the Class of '14, was it not? queried my friend. “Yes,” I said. “Among others, in the class were Ben Oden. Don't know how he is getting along. You remember Blanche Wells? She was in my class also, and is now teaching in ilson. “How about the little girl from Kinston who was the artist? I was asked. “You mean elma Harrington? I asked. “She is now Mrs. W. S. Tucker and lives near Greenville. Elsie Pugh is also married, I’ve heard. Married a tobacconist in Greenville. “Where is Alice Privette? he asked. “Alice, I answered, “is the only member of the alumni to be reported dead. She was a noble type of womanhood, too. That Class of 1915 was a good one, too. ou knew7 most of them in their homes? “Yes,” the answer came. “I remember a number of them. Henrietta Moye— where is she?” “At home in Farmville; taught a few7 years.” “And how about Fannie? “Teaching at the college and as loyal as any student who ever left our halls,” I replied. ‘'How about Bess and Hattie Hodges? “They are teaching around LaGrange and living at home. Jessie Hodges, Mary Belle Smith and Li 11 Chapman were also members of that class. “There were a bunch of girls who went out in 1916 with only two men in the class. They were a representative crowd of graduates. “Yes, I interrupted,” I know7 all of them. W ilia Chestnut, she lives in Wash- ington, D. C., now; Sallie Hadley married recently; Fannie Manning is still at her home in Williamston and a loyal supporter of A.C.C.; Irma Cannon is still in Ayden; Meta Harrington's home is now in Clayton and so far as I know she is still there; Jessie Hodges took her A.B. with that class; Sam Jones is at his home; Ruth Whitley is as enthusiastic as ever for the college; Ruth Hardy, I guess, lives in Georgia; “Bro. Joel finished in Expression that year and continued for his A.B.—graduated last spring and is now at Vanderbilt. And, by the way, he is married, also. Eliza- beth Kinsey is with her parents in LaGrange and is a very popular girl among a host of friends. 119 “Well,” remarked my friend, after this breathless narrative of the Class of ’16, “you surely have a close ‘tab’ on the old students of A.C.C. Wonder if you know as much about the Classes of ’17 and ’18?” I smiled acknowledgment, as I had just come in contact with a number of those classes. “Sadler, you know,” I started as my companion settled back in the corner of the dusty seat, satisfied that he would get a good line on the rest of the college alumni, “returned to Wilson the year after he and Hattie Mewborne were married and graduated, both of them with the A.B. degree; they later spent a year in Vanderbilt, where Lee made a splendid record as a student. 1 did hear where Clem Bridges was located, but I do not recall now. Mary Richardson is still at her South Carolina home, as well as Maude Russell. I lost sight of H. M. Ainsley, but think he is still teaching; quite a capable fellow. Clair Hodges and Ernest Paschal are to be married this fall, I have heard. Be a good match, too. Ernest is destined to make a good mark, all right. Ella Hackney was a fine student; she still lives in Wilson and is still loyal to the college. Maude Bowen is at her home in Belhaven; her time is divided between teaching, acting in capacity of organist at First Christian Church, and having a good time. Juanita Crocket is to be married soon, and Bonita Wolff is teaching in the college. Most of the 1918 class were rather new to me. Lehman Carawan,” I continued, “is now in Alabama. The Clay girls are at their home in Beckley, West Virginia. Nell Krise teaches Domestic Science at the college, and her sister Carrie is married—now Mrs. J. H. Shrewsberry of Logan, West Virginia. ‘Abe’ Mattox and his brother Tom are both in Vanderbilt, doing good work for which they are expecting to get Master’s degrees. Agnes Peele is now office secretary at the college, and John Waters is now developing a splendid rural church work near New Bern and meeting with much success. As for the class of this spring, I know Joel Vause and Magruder Sadler graduated. Joel, as I stated, is married, and Magruder is willing to be to a very fine girl down in my section ol the Stale.’’ “Well, what about yourself?” came the unexpected question. “Oh,” I remarked indifferently, “I will first get out of this man’s army, then 1 guess I’ll settle back in my former work. Hide away in bachelor quarters, do I he best I can in my own line of work, and watch the rest of my old friends commit matrimony and launch upon an open sea of bliss.” About that time the porter came through calling, “----------- next stop; change trains for-------.” My friend and I reaching the parting of the ways. We arose, expressed mutual satisfaction over the happy incident which had thrown us together on a long journey. Both were delighted that glimpses into the old life, before the sobering days of the war intervened, could be had. We had forgotten shot and shell, camp life, long marches, battle roar, and all their accompaniments. We shook hands with hopes to meet again and parted at the close of a day with our minds so filled with college days, college friends and campus scenes that we felt as though we were living again in a world that had been deluged but suddenly reappearing just as it had formerly existed. Each of us, too, were seized with a longing for early reunions of former college and class mates as through our minds flitted pictures of scenes now sad, now gay, but welcomed regardless of their nature. 120 a!; ,i.,;:. ','u-k 121 “The Wranglers” One of the livest organizations of A.C.C. is “The Wranglers.” This cluh is com- posed of nine members. Prof. F. F. Grim is indeed fortunate in being the only honorary member; while the active members are Selma Perkins, Christine Whitley, Anna Moore, Lottie Wilson, Marion Brinson, Lawrence Moye, Alfred Meadows, and Mabel Lynch. The meetings are held every Thursday evening at 6:30. Under Mr. Grim's leadership, the first half hour is spent in a valuable discussion of parliamentary law. Believing with Burke that “Example is the school of mankind, and they will learn at no other,” The Wranglers spend the rest of the hour in “putting into practice” the many things learned. This is all done with the hope of gaining sufficient practice in properly conducting public assemblies with no violation of parliamentary law. The purpose of this organization is training in clear thinking and practice in the simple, straightforward expression of one’s thoughts. Realizing that they are here for the purpose of preparing themselves for eflicient citizenship, The Wranglers strive to respect the opinions of all people who differ with them; but, on the other hand, to make no statement or accept any which cannot be supported by sufficient evidence. Then, shall we not prophesy truly if we say some of the future lawyers, congress- men, congresswomen, and debaters of the “Old North State'' will he so as the result of their work with The Wranglers? 123 Hesperian Literary Society Debaters Mary Moore M. B. Brinson Mabel Lynch Alethian Literary Society Debaters 124 u A.C.C. )•) With apologies to Kipling By the old and moss-grown building, lookin' eastward to the street, There's a fair-haired girl a-settin , an I know she thinks o' meat; For the wind is in the pine trees, an' the electric bells they call, “Come you back, you truant maiden; come you back to study hall. Come you back to study hall, Where are watchful teachers all! Can't you hear their feet a-trainpin from their rooms into the hall? In the halls of A.C.C., W here the students ever be, An the ”Prof conies up like thunder outer classroom where sits she. 'Er middy tie was yeller an 'er little cap was green. An' er name was ' I-can' t-do-it —jes' the same it's always been. An' I seed 'er fust a-grinnin an a-havin heaps o' fun. An' a-wastin all 'er energy on a monstrous piece o gum— Gum she bought at Barnes store. But she won't buy any more. Mighty lot she cared jor gum, when the supper bell it rung. In the halls of A.C.C., Where the students ever be. An the Prof comes up like thunder outer classroom where sits she. With the students on the campus an' the sun a-droppin' low. She'd git 'er Ukulele an she'd sing Kullalo-lo! ' With er hand upon er “ukie an' eye upon the street. She useter watch the teachers jor the boys she wish to meet. Boys that strolled along the street. Oh, the boys she longed to meet! Where the teachers walked so faithful with their never wearied feet. In the halls of A.C.C., Where the students ever be, An' the Prof comes up like thunder outer classroom where sits she. But that's all hove beind 'er—long ago an fur away. For she rises with the chickens at the breakin' of the day. An she's teamin' here at A.C. that there's work that must be done. Though the sweeter dreams are calling, there s the race that must be run. 125 No, she clout want nothin' else But to git outside these cells, Away from discipline an study an' the recitation bells! In the halls of A.C.C., Where the students ever be. An the Brof comes up like thunder outer classroom where sits she. She is sick o wastin' good times on a beastly hard lesson, Art a-thinkin o' the honors that the other girl has won; Though she walk with fifty students, or the entire student band, They talk o' high ambitions, an wot does she understand? High ambitions, honors and— Law! wot does she understand? She's an easy good-time maiden, for an easy good-time land! In the halls of A.C.C., Where the students ever be. An the Prof comes up like thunder outer classroom where sits she. Ship 'er somewheres from old Wilson, where the best is like the worst, Wh ere there's plenty Coca-Cola an a girl can quench er thirst; For the study bells are ringin', an' it's there she would not sit. In the old an' moss-grown building looking eastward to the street. On the lawn an in the hall. Where are watchful teachers all. An' she sighs indeed at parting from her gum in early fall. In the halls of A.C.C., Where the students ever be. An the Prof comes up like thunder outer classroom where sits she. B. G. W. Match-making at A.C.C. Annual Report from the If lute House An Autumn Recipe Take a boy in love and a girl not quite convinced. Place together in a secluded corner of the porch with two chairs, and stir slowly. Add a slight breeze from the south, a dash of courage, and a heaping teaspoonful of persuasiveness. Sprinkle with afternoon sunshine sifted through September foliage, and keep away until wanted. Results: Unless the exact proportions of ingredients are put in, according as each case demands, some will take more time to show results than others, some may fail and curdle, others may be suited for a future wedding feast. 126 Phi Sigma Tau Founded 1912 Sorore in Facultate (3) Lillian Chapman Sorores in Urbe Mrs. H. P. Mosley Mrs. Sultan Flowers Mrs. Paul E. Jones Mrs. J. G. Luttrell Hattie Hodges Bess Hodges Henrietta Moye 1913 Jessie Hodges Lillian Chapman 1914 Fannie Manning Mrs. Foxhall Ruth Hardy Annie Laurie Lang 1915 Lucy Brothers Charlotte Hodges Daisy Manning Mrs. A. B. Windham 1916 Mrs. K. A. Stewart Lillie Belle Hardison 1917 Mrs. Kate Price Grace Rice Lura Clay (1) Ada Grey Dixon 1918 Hattie Mosley Helene Hundell (2) Lottie Wilson 1919 Mrs. Irving Winstead Leola Saunders (4) Mary Moore (5) Christine Whitley 1920 ( 7) Sallie Adams (6) Anna Moore Colors—Black anti Gold Flower—Black-eyed Susan Motto—“Cor unum, via una'’ 128 ]29 Phi Epsilon Tau Established Colors—- Black and G Warren C. Lappin Lloyd J. Chapman Lawrece A. Move Marion B. Brinson al A. C. College March 13, 1918 )ld Flower—Red Carnation Charter Members Joshua Earnest Paso hall Macruder E. Sadler Joel E. Vause Fratres in College Class 1920 Lawrence A. Mo ye Class 1921 Alfred C. Meadows Class 1923 130 James C. Manning William C. Manning 131 « 133 A-l Club Colors—Green and White Flower—White Rose Motto—“First, Last, and Always’’ Yell Rack-a-Chick-a-Boom! Rack-a-Chick-a-Boom! Rack-a-Chick-a-Rack-a-Chiek-a! Boom! Boom ! Boom ! Rip! Rah! Rae! Rip! Rah! Rae! A No. l’s, A No. l’s, “A.C.C.” “Kat Jackson............................President Mabel Galloway..............................Secretary-Treasurer Susie Dixon Elsie Harris “Jess Holiday . Mabel Galloway “Teenie' “Kat Jackson Thelma Lynch Mabel Lynch Thelma Proctor Whitley Meeting Place—Room No. 9 O Time—7 o'clock 134 Nell Moye, Red Devil Lottie Wilson, Serious Devil 135 Northwestern Club Motto—iwGet Up and Get” Flower—Sunflower Colors—Gold and Silver Yell In chickosaw, In chickosee, The Northwest Club of A.C.C. Chickosaw, chickosaw in chickosee, The very best club at A.C.C. We! We! We! Alfred Clifton Meadows . Mabel Meadows . . . . Bonita Wolff............ Helen Glenn ........... John Dee Wolff . . . . Anna Moore.............. President Vice-President Secretary Treasurer } ell Leader Sergeant-at-Arms 136 Big Four Symbol—Cattails Color—Brown and Green Motto—Toujours Prete Yell Hoo! Hoo! Hoo! Who are we? Big Four, Big Four, Of A.C.C. Lena Hardee ................ “Jess” Holiday........... . Kate Bowen ................. Annie Ruth Jones............ 137 C hie jest Hooter Meanest Hooter Loudest Hooter Quietest Hooter 138 Pitt County Club Motto—“Always Ahead” Lill Chapman, Ada Grey Dixon, Mabel Galloway, Sybil Heath, Ray Heath, Annie Ruth Jones, Fannie Moye, Nell Moye, Lawrence Moye, Milton Moye, Roger Spear, Alma Stokes, Bernice Tucker, Marie Chapman The “Atlas Congenial Club” Organized January 12; 1920 Colors—Red and Green Flower—Red Rose Emblem—Long-leaf Pine Motto—“To Be or Not to Be Charter Members Rupert A. Phillips, President Lloyd T. Brinson, Vice-President William C. Manning, Sec.-Treas. Lawrence A. Moye James C. Manning D. Louis Smith 139 140 Place of Meeting—Fort Bliss, Paradise Avenue. Time—6:30 to 7 p.m. Ada Grey Dixon, President; Mary Moore, Secretary; Kat Jackson, Mabel Galloway, Nelle Moye, Sallie Adams The Blazing Pine Knot Mr. Grim (in Education) : “Miss Wilson, who was Mendel?” Lottie: “I don't know, but Mendels-sohn was a musician. Dean Smith: “Miss Fannie, Selma is calling you. Miss Fannie: “Well, tell her to come to me in my room if she wants to speak to me.” Dean Smith: “I mean Selma, N. C. Professor Hilley (in Bible) : ““What was the result of the first sin?” Nelle Moye: “Eve was turned into a pillar of salt. Susie Dixon (the day for mid-term examination on Algebra): “Girls, I feel like I'm walking around in a radical with a square root on my head. Dr. Smith (in History ) : “Miss Hardee, will you please tell me all you know about Martin Luther?” Lena: “Really, Dr. Smith, I looked clear through the Bible and couldn't find a thing about him.” Lottie: “I was peacefully happy in my room last night.” John D.: “What did you dream?'’ Lottie: “I dreamed that the proposal to me in the play was real. I might have known it was too good to be true.” Mrs. Grim (in English ) : “Girls, how do you pronounce J-a-p-a-n-e-s-e?” Blanche (watching Glacose Hinnant drive up) responded absent-mindedly: “Josephine.” Marion Brinson (in Hesperian Society) : “James, make a three-minutes talk on your girl.” James (dryly) : “I don't know much—ask the other fellow. Selma: “Bill, where does Smith room?” Bill: “In the laboratory” (getting dormitory and laboratory mixed). 141 The Future of A. C. College Some eighteen years ago the Disciples of Christ in North Carolina, perceiving that they had a great opportunity to establish an institution of higher learning, founded Atlantic Christian College. Some of the noblest spirits of the day cooper- atively laid the foundations, of whom were J. J. Harper, Dennis W. Davis, W. J. Crumpler, E. A. Moye, B. H. Mellon, Dr. H. D. Harper, and others. In the presidency of this institution four men have served, as follows: J. C. Coggins, for two years; J. J. Harper, for three years; J. C. Caldwell, for nine years; R. A. Smith, for four years. These men enrolled almost three thousand students in the period of their incumbencies. A. C. College began when her liabilities far exceeded her assets, whereas the happy reverse obtains today, when our college assets exceed her liabilities by a full one hundred and eighty-eight thousand dollars. What has the future in store for A. C. College? Our college is situated in Wilson, North Carolina, which, with more than two score of passenger trains daily, is the most accessible point in the Slate for the com- munity she can best serve. And Wilson has all the advantages of the small city of fifteen thousand people, as contrasted with the prevailing provincialism of the small town, or the disquieting complexities of the large city. Yet this small city is a com- mercial center, as the largest loose-leaf market in the world for bright tobacco, outselling the Twin Cities, her nearest competitor, this past season by three and a half million pounds. And the famous Hackney factories add much to the importance of the city in manufacture. Here, also, are the attractive places of worship, manned with able ministers, of the six or seven representative Protestant religious bodies of the region. This College is open, as a matter of course, to all students, without discrimination as to religious preferences, and each year several religious communions are repre- sented in the student enrollment. But the college is owned and operated by the Dis- ciples of Christ of the Carolinas, and is deeded in fee simple to them. Now. it happens that of the Disciples in North Carolina about nine-tenths of their number are rural, or subsist very largely by their rural holdings. Furthermore, that part of North Carolina in which Disciples are most numerous is shaded on the map by the geographer to indicate thus the richest agricultural section in the State. This past season these farms were productive of cash earnings beyond all precedent, on ly th ree States in the whole Union standing ahead of the “Old North State.' in this respect, namely, Texas, Iowa, and Illinois. It stands to reason this prosperity is certain to continue. 142 The future of A. C. College is thus conditioned, not by any evident poverty, but certainly by the actual enormous wealth of the community which it serves. And what may be said of the educational status of this institution? It has ever been the ambition of her administrative excutives to provide the means for student training equal to any institution of higher learning within the State. The quality of this training has been recognized expressly by the State's leading educational authority, and credit is therefore given hour for hour in the University of this Commonwealth. When a college is so grounded, materially, religiously, and educationally, what of her future? In the day which is immediately ahead there must be and will be an ample endowment fund provided, likewise a corresponding radical increase of equipment, which is just as imperatively necessary. The thirty thousand dollars now in hand as a permanent fund from the estate of C. N. Nurney, is but a beginning of the endow- ment which must be and will be provided that the college may substantially develop her true capacities for service to this highly favored region. This enlargement campaign will be aggressively and persistently pushed to completion. The leaders of the constituency of our college have come to the profound conviction that her future pivots on her adequate financial undergirding, and with crusading zeal they will see their conviction through. With the enormous expansion of wealth in the region where our college chiefly serves, her soul will be disembodied, if she cannot share equitably in the all-prevailing prosperity of the day. The ministry of the Disciples, in common with their religious neighbors, is suffering fearfully from gradual depletion. Instead of training men by the hundreds for the ministry as our college has done in the brief period of her history, she must train them by the thousands in the years ahead. And when virile young men, choice in their native blood and native training, shall minister effectively in this large com- munity, they will duplicate the record of the last eighteen years—yea, they will more than double the strength of the church in this given period. In that great region of our State east of Raleigh, embracing scores of counties, A. C. College pioneered, and has long held first place as the institution of higher learning. She must and will adorn that place of honor by her continued dynamic expression of the highest ideals of educational service. A highly honored man of America said that the World War taught us that nothing is good but service. Her service to her young men and her young women, by A. C. College, will strengthen the State, breathe life into the church, and conserve the essentials of Christian civilization. Her thousands and thousands of children who are, and who are yet to be, will justify and crown her life, and sense for her the coming of the glad new day. 143 Editorial After many days of toil and sleepless nights another Pine Knot is ready for the press. The work, although long and difficult, has not been at all unpleasant. It has not been the aim of the editors to make this vol- ume of the Pine Knot so much a work of literature or a work of art as a mirror of the student life. If we have accom- plished this, the editors will not feel that their efforts have been in vain. The Editor-in-Chief wishes to take this opportunity to thank each one of the staff for their interest and cooperation in this publication. He also wishes to express his appreciation to the business men of Wilson who by their hearty support have made possi- ble this issue of the Pine Knot. 144 145 In behalf of the Staff of the 1920 Pine Knot, I wish to express appreciation for the support of those who are advertising in this publication. Let us keep in mind that they deserve the patronage of the students and community. Please mention The Pine Knot when dealing with or writing to advertisers. Rupert A. Phillips, Business Manager. Index to Advertisers pagi; Daily Motor Company__________________________________________ 149 Welch's 5, 10 and 25 Cent Store_______________________________149 Clark Brothers________________________________________________150 Boykin Grocery Company________________________________________150 Barrett-Pat rick Company______________________________________150 Welfare Auto Company__________________________________________151 TEtna Life Insurance Company—W. H. Price, Agent_______________151 Branch Banking and Trust Company_____________________________ 151 Atlantic Christian College____________________________________152 Wilson Hardware Company_______________________________________153 S. B. Moore, Architect_______________________________________153 Goldsboro Street Grocery Company____________________________ 153 Ernest T. Barnes Grocery Company______________________________154 Turlington Morrison Drug Store______________________________154 The W. W. Simms Lumber Company________________________________154 The Guardian Life Insurance Company___________________________155 Quinn-McGowan Furniture Company_______________________________156 Williams Palmer_____________________________________________156 Center Brick Warehouse _______________________________________156 O. V. Foust's Studio__________________________________________157 Wilson Shoe Store_____________________________________________157 Patterson Drug Company _______________________________________157 Hackney Brothers' Garage _____________________________________158 The General Electric Company__________________________________159 F. L. Voliva Hardware Company_________________________________160 Crute Fleming, Banner Warehouse_____________________________161 R. E. Hagan Company_________________________________________161 T. F. Pettus Company_______________________________________161 Farmers Cotton Oil Company____________________________________162 Knott-Borden Company _________________________________________163 C. L. Woodard Company_______________________________________163 Traffic Motor Sales Company__________________________________ 163 Starr, the Florist_______________1___________________________ 164 Wilson Sanatorium ____________________________________________163 Wilson Insurance and Realty Company__________________________ 163 Barnes-Harrell Grocery Company________________________________165 Edwards Broughton Printing Company__________________________166 Gaynors'____________________________________________________ 167 E. P. Hyman Co_____________________________________________ 167 Tomlinson Company__________________________________________ 167 Farmers Union Trading Company_________________________________168 Burton Brothers Auction Company_______________________________168 Stokes, Tomlinson Company__________________________________ 168 ► - � )•«■►( )-M� H DAILY MOTOR COMPANY Service Tires and Tubes Accessories and Parts Distributors of GRANT SIX MOTOR CARS GRANT MOTOR TRUCKS Phone No. 155 230-2 South Tarboro Street i i WILSON, N. C. I j i WELCH’S 5-10-25c STORES CO. I I Stores at j i WILSON, N. C. | FARMVILLE, N. C. ! . LaGRANGE, N. C. j AYDEN, N. C. | SMITHFIELD, N. C. I WELDON, N. C. . ] I This is a North Carolina Corporation, composed of Wilson j Business Men. Spend your money with home people. I 149 CLARK BROTHERS WILSON’S SHOPPING CENTER -«� -«� «� ( Thanking you for your past patronage, we extend you a hearty invitation to make our store your shopping center while in the City of Wilson. 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We give Quick and Good Service to all our patrons. 305 PHONES oio OlD W. H. PRICE AGENT FOR iETNA LIFE INSURANCE COMPANY NOTARY PUBLIC Office Carolina Building WILSON, N. C. ► •«■� ■ (i tji o 4 � ( O'a4 � •«■� ) «� - ♦X CONDENSED STATEMENT OF CONDITION OF BRANCH BANKING TRUST COMPANY WILSON, N. C. At the Close of Business December 31, 1919 RESOURCES Loans and Discounts______$3,305,209.68 Stocks and Bonds___________ 20,858.76 Banking House, Furniture and Fixtures_____________ 33,500.00 Cash and Due from Banks. 1.512,515.29 LIABILITIES Capital Stock ____________$ 100,000.00 Surplus_____________________ 50,000.00 Undivided Profits___________ 43,505.18 Deposits ________________ 4,678,578.55 $4,872,083.73 $4,872,083.73 I pon the strength uj the above statement and the backing of our Directors ice solicit your business, promising every accommodation consistent with sound banking No account too small to receive our most careful attention OFFICERS «� • ) «• () «• 151 S. G. Mewborn, President H. D. Bateman, Vice-Pres. E. W. Staples, Cashier E. A. Darden, Trust Officer ATLANTIC CHRISTIAN COLLEGE For Men and 4� -7- A FOUR-YEAR HIGH SCHOOL A HIGH-CLASS MUSIC SCHOOL A STANDARD COLLEGE --y Write for Catalogue THE PRESIDENT Wilson, N. C. ( Wilson Hardware Co LEADERS IN SPORTING GOODS HARDWARE BUILDING MATERIAL N FRONT OF COURTHOUSE PHONES 18 AND 19 WILSON, N. C. S. B. MOORE Architect WILSON, N. C. I •«• «■� - f � ■ ► «� - «■� • -«ao- � Goldsboro Street Grocery Co. HEADQUARTERS FOR HEAVY AND FANCY GROCERIES i 153 CALL PIIOXE 74 8 WILSOX, X. C. If Us Groceries you want, call ERNEST T. BARNES Dealer in Staple and Fancy Groceries, Soft Drinks and Candies On West Lee Street, Opposite College Phone No. 913 Wilson, N. C. ■' I i i ! TURLINGTON MORRISON ! The Big Busy Drug Store' en ?? NUNNALLY’S, WHITMAN’S AND QUINBY’S CANDIES j }. PROMPT SERVICE AND A HEARTY WELCOME AWAIT YOU HERE j j PHONES 233 AND 168 WILSON, N. C. j i j THE W. W. SIMMS COMPANY WILSON. NORTH CAROLINA MANUFACTU «LUMBER OF ALL KINDS SASH, DOORS AND BLINDS AND WHATEVER IS NEEDED IN THE CONSTRUCTION OF YOUR HOME ESTIMATES FURNISHED ON APPLICATION 154 THE GUARDIAN LIFE INSURANCE CO OF AMERICA The Company of Modem Insurance Service ESTABLISHED IN 1860 UNDER THE LAWS OF THE STATE OF NEW YORK WAIVER OF PREMIUMS AND AN- NUITY IN CASE OF DISABILITY. If the Insured shall become totally dis- abled before age 60 as a result of dis- ease or accident, the Company will waive payment of premiums falling due during such disability and continue to pay dividends and allow guaranteed values and other benefits as if the premiums were being paid in cash, and in addi- tion to waiving premiums will pay to the Insured an annuity of one-tenth of the face amount of the policy as long as he shall remain totally disabled. At the maturity of the policy the sum in- sured will be payable in full without any deduction for premiums waived or annuity payments made. A DOUBLE INDEMNITY. In case of the death of the Insured before age 60 as a result of accident of any kind, the amount payable as a claim by death will be double the face amount of the policy. For these special benefits in case of disability or accidental death a moder- ate premium is charged. YOU “intend” to apply for more insurance some time, don't you? Very good—BUT It isn't what you “intend” to do that counts It Is What You Do Rent and grocery hills can't be paid with “good intentions. Do you KNOW that you will be living and in good health next month? If you can't answer “YES, do something toward getting your house in order. Let us talk Insurance NOW The Guardian Gives Safety to Policyholders A. W. FETTER, Manager A. C. MEADOWS, Special Agent Greensboro Gene red Agency WILSON, N. C. 504-505 American Exchange Nat. Bank Bldg., Greensboro, N. C. WILSON, N.C. i i ! LICENSED EMBALMERS AND FUNERAL DIRECTORS I . We handle the very best grades of Furniture ' I 1 %!,-•� ()o()-� -n() )•«■� ■ ()•«■� • )«� ))•«� ( «■� '( 'OH 4K� 1 , WILLIAMS PALMER I „ | I COAL, WOOD, LATHS, SHINGLES AND BRICK 1 | k GET OUR PRICES BEFORE PLACING YOUR ORDER 1 TELEPHONE 41 WILSON, N. C. � %l l «■� ! )-«■� ( ) � 11 )«� ()4 � ( I «� )«■� ()«■� () 4H� ( '«� ( !«■� ’( «� ( ■«■•-I i- � 1' � (• 4 i i I CENTER BRICK WAREHOUSE | f i I WILSON, NORTH CAROLINA j ! j I . j ! The Center Brick Warehouse for the j ? , I Sale of Leaf Tobacco ! ! I ) j ! THE HOME OF THE FARMERS OF EASTERN NORTH CAROLINA j COZART, EAGLES CARR Owners and Proprietors 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 0. V. FOUST’S Leading Photographer’s Art Studio On North Tarboro Street No Stairs to Climb | All Photo Cuts in this Annual Were Reproduced by FOUST’S STUDIO j WILSON SHOE STORE WE OFFER YOU QUALITY AND SERVICE IN FINE SHOES AND HOSIERY FOR LADIES AND GENTLEMEN PHONE 800 109 E. NASH STREET WILSON, N. C, h «■� - «� v I PATTERSON DRUG COMPANY, Inc. ! i I , The Safe Drug Store j ! j ! TARKENTON SESSOMS, Props. WILSON, N. C. j ! i 157 Standard Eight A Powerful Car The Standard Eight has power to meet any emergency of traf- fic. It delivers that power so easily that its performance is as unos- tentatious as are its finish and appointments. Coupled with the pride of owner- slip) in its beauty and performance is the lasting satisfaction that comes from its economical opera- tion and reasonable upkeep charges.) Built by the Standard Steel Car Company, world famous as master buildersof railroad rollingstock, the Standard Eight does not develop weaknesses in construction which sometimes show even in high- priced cars under rough usage. Let us give you a demonstra- tion. HACKNEY BROTHERS Distributors for North and South Carolina WILSON, N. C. Phone 29 158 1 HE graduate of today enters a world electrical. Gathered from the distant waterfalls or generated by the steam turbine, electric power is transmitted to the busiest city or the smallest country place. Through the co-ordination of inventive genius with engineering and manufac- turing resources, the General Electric Company has fostered and developed to a high state of perfection these and numerous other applications. And so electricity, scarcely older than the gradu- ate of today, appears in a practical, v ell developed service on every hand. Recognize its power, study its applications to your life’s work, and utilize it to the utmost for the benefit of ail mankind. General Office Schenectady NY )«■� ■� ► « • •«■� i � «� ■ � «■� -«� «� «■� «� «� -«� � H BEAVER BOARD FOR BETTER WALLS CEILINGS I The Old Home Looks Young Again j it. VOU can’t expect ■ ■ Beaver Board results unless this trade-mark is on the back of the board you buy. It’s a surprise for you! “Dad and I had th« old cracked walls all covered with Beaver Board. The old, dingy wall paper is gone, no more ceilings can fall, the old home looks young again.” Beaver Board will give you just as pleasant a sur- prise. It comes in big, sturdy panels made from the strong, clean fibre of the spruce tree, without a crack, knot or blemish — ready to nail over old walls and ceilings or the studding of new partitions! For the new home, Beaver Board is equally satisfactory. It keeps out cold in winter and heat in summer. Patent Sealtite” surface prevents warping. Ask for Foldei—“New Rooms Within Old Walls• F. L. VOLIVA HARDWARE COMPANY DEALERS IN Hardware, Builders Material, Paints, Glass, Brushes, Etc. LIME, PLASTER AND CEMENT A SPECIALTY Agents for American and Elmwood Wire BELHAVEN, NORTH CAROLINA 160 I SELL YOUR TOBACCO I i WITH ! ! CRUTE FLEMING | BANNER WAREHOUSE j I WILSON, N. C. ! ( YOUR BANK BOOK WILL TELL ' I YOU WHY j I i j HEAT YOUR HOME WITH A PIPELESS FURNACE l; I i R. E. Hagan Company i - G. T. FULGHUM, PROPRIETOR | I j WILSON, N. C.- 1 ! i TINNING ROOFING HEATING j ! ! T. F. PETTUS COMPANY Buggies, Wagons, Harness, Bicycles, Farm Implements Lap Robes, Horse Blankets, Roofing, Wire Fence, etc. WHOLESALE AND RETAIL 125-127-129 South Goldsboro St. WILSON. N. C. i 9 161 WILSON, N. C. ► •«■� ■«� - - m- ()•«■� - K ( •«■� «■► •«■� ■ •«� NUTRI-LADEN CATTLE FEED AND NUTRI-LADEN HORSE AND MULE FEED Manufactured by FARMERS COTTON OIL COMPANY Wilson, North Carolina PHONE 703 ► ( M ► � mLf' M 162 ► � «J KNOTT-BORDEN COMPANY Dependable Insurance Real Estate WE WRITE EVERY KIND OF INSURANCE Telephone 226 WILSON, N. C. Fidelity Building i ( «■� - � 4 M ► «� ' ■� 4 4 - � 4 4 4 «� •♦ P. L. WOODARD COMPANY General Merchandise GENERAL AGENTS CONTENTNEA GUAXO COMPANY-HIGH GRADE FERTILIZERS PHONE TO WILSON, N. C, • ♦o«� 4hM� 4)-« � 4 - SI,495.00 CHASSIS FACTORY RED SEAL CONTINENTAL MOTOR BOSCH MAGNETO COVERT TRANSMISSION TRAFFIC MOTOR SALES CO. DISTRIBUTORS WILSON. N. C. 4 • •Oh M 163 O «■� O O «• � ◄ :♦ I STARR THB FLORIST WILSON, N.C. Member of Florist Telegraph Delivery Association ► «• ♦. ♦ 164 ◄ ► ' � n � ( •«� ( For ?e« Estate or Insurance Call on WILSON INSURANCE REALTY COMPANY Established in 1908 ' CEO. T. STRONACH, Secretary, WILSON, N. C. 4 - H� 4 4 � 4 - H 4 H 1 BARNES-HARRELL COMPANY Distributors Diamond Tires and Tubes Western Gun Shells Certain-teed Wholesale Grocers WILSON, N. C. Bottlers of Genuine Coca-Cola Roofing and Paints Branch Stores: Tarboro, N. C. Goldsboro, N. C. ► ■ 'M� •«■� ■ ■ «■� � % 165 This Annual is a Sample of Our Work EDWARDS BROUGHTON PRINTING COMPANY RALEIGH, N. C. Steel and Copper Plate Engravers Manufacturers of Blank Books and Loose Leaf Systems of all kinds Printers, Publishers Stationers Engraved Wedding Invitations and Announcements Visiting Cards—Fine Monogram Stationery College and High School Commencement Invitations Fraternity, Sorority and Society Stationery HIGH-CLASS PRINTING Artistic Catalogues, Booklets, Menus, Invitations, Stationery HALFTONES AND ETCHINGS CORRESPONDENCE INVITED CIGARS CIGARETTES TOBACCOS GAYNOR’S OX NASH STREET OPPOSITE TURLINGTON MORRISON DRINKS CANDIES BOOKS () «• ( «� 4 � -o-«b� -o-«■� • •«■� ( •«■� � -4 � «ex� •«� - ) 4hb o-m� o h� -o h� -o«h� ( m E. P. HYMAN COMPANY FARM IMPLEMENTS AND MACHINES OPPOSITE NORFOLK-SOUTHERN FREIGHT DEPOT WILSON, N. C L. S. TOMLINSON, President K. H. WATSON, Vice-President N. L. FINCH, Secretary and Treasurer TOMLINSON COMPANY Incorporated GENERAL MERCHANTS COTTON AND FERTILIZERS Branch Offices BLACK CREEK, N. C. BAILEY, N. C. LILLINGTON, N. C. KENLY, N. C. MIDDLESEX, N. C. PINETOPS, N. C. MACCLESFIELD, N. C. 44 FUCO” FERTILIZERS ARE THE BEST FOR TOBACCO. COTTON AND CORN I j MANUFACTURED AND SOLD BY | The Farmers Union trading Company, Inc. I PHONE 24 WILSON, N. C. i ni •«■� «■� - -«� • •«� -aw- i «� ()-«■� ■ i I BURTON BROTHERS AUCTION COMPANY j Standard oj the South” j ' WILSON, N. C. TERRITORY UNLIMITED Estate and Court Sales Farm Sales Our Specialty We Subdivide and Sell at Auction City, Suburban and Farm Property 1 Originators and Exclusive Users of the Burton System of Selling Land ! W. T. BURTON, Owner j Auctioneers—W. T. Burton, Sr., Paul A. Burton, W. T. Burton, Jr. o o FASHION PARK CLOTHES STETSON HATS STOKES-TOMLINSON COMPANY Wilson’s Exclusive Men’s Shop ‘Money's Worth or Money Back ' ► c v ► ( •«■� -1 1 «■� - M 168 169 ■ • . ■