Blackstone College - Acorn Yearbook (Blackstone, VA)

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NANNIE RICHARDSON TOANO, VA. “Nancy” Blackstonian Staff, 1922-23; Basket¬ ball Squad, 1922-23; Tennis Club, 1922- 23 ; Music Club, 1922-23; E. A. P. Liter¬ ary Society, 1922-23; Y. W. C. A., 1922- 23, 1923-24; French Club, 1922-23; Eta Bita Pi, 1923-24; Tidewater Club, 1923- 24. “An open hearted maiden pure and true.” MOYNE STROLL I.URAY, YA. “Billy” Vice-President Y. W. C. A., 1922-23; Basket-ball Squad, 1922-23; Glee Club, 1922- 23; French Club, 1922-23; E. A. P. Literary Society, 1922-23; Blackstonian Staff, 1922-23; Eta Bita Pi, 1922-23, 1923- 24; Y. W. C. A. Cabinet, 1923-24. “Purity of mind and conduct is the first glory of woman.” 17

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Prophecy of the Senior Class STOOD on the summit of a lofty and huge mountain in a newly discovered land. How did I get there? Yes, that is the puzzling question which confronts all of my friends, as well as me. I suddenly remembered that 1 had been touring- in an aeroplane. The machine became out of arder and I, realizing that my only chance was that of clinging to the parachute, sought quickly this method of escape. Finally I landed on the heights of a mountain. My thoughts wandered back to my native land, America. How my heart throbbed and how homesick I felt. Yet, there was no time for remain¬ ing on a barren place, thirsty and hungry as this poor being was. I cast my eyes below, and what a beautiful city I beheld! I decided to turn my steps toward its wonders. Slowly and carefully I descended to the foot of the mountain. There I began my wanderings in order to satisfy that longing for new experiences which as I learned in the study of Child Psychology at B. C. G., is known as curiosity. One of the first buildings to attract my attention was the art gallery. Although I have not the power to appreciate art, yet I enjoyed looking at the marvelous masterpieces of the greatest artists in the world. To my sur¬ prise and astonishment, I stood before a picture which appeared to be the most beautiful I had ever seen. Immediately, I searched for its master. Lo and behold! the artist ' s name was Carrie L. Lewis. Upon glancing over a few notes in the little pamphlet, I found that the home of the artist was Atkinson, N. C., U. S. A. Then it dawned upon me that this person was our beloved class president at Blackstone College, 1923-24. She ranked with the most famous artists of the day. How I longed to see my old classmate and congratulate her upon such a wonderful success! I left the art gallery with a very different feeling from that of loneliness which had possessed me when I entered, for now I had some connection with an acquaintance. Wonders never cease! As I strolled up the broad and spacious streets my eyes fell upon a short little lady, stepping very briskly toward me. Her head was erect and she was dressed very handsomelv. When 19