Carver College - Carveran / Buck Yearbook (Charlotte, NC)

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Cla3d Jridtor On the 19th of September, 1949, thirty-five pioneers launched upon the sea of education at port of debarkation. Carver College. Looking into the eager and determined educational faces of the crew, Captain Vernon A. Buck, officer in charge, saw the opening of new opportunities for handicapped or working persons seeking a future. Looking back over the past twelve years of weathering the storms of study, the crew felt buxom, hale and hearty, ready for any obstruc- tive encounter they might face in this new venture. Thus, this was the beginning of Carver College with its first class, co-ed of course. Speaking of obstacles, the first one was in the form of placement examination. We bucked this fury with perfect ease and soon set up a colony on the sands of the future--a form of govern- ment. This included the House of Representatives, the Student Council, the Presidential Cabi- net, and Freshman Class officers. The Presidential Cabinet was as follows : Alexander Beatty, President; James L. Thompson, Vice -President ; Mary E. Cannon, Secretary; and Warren Mc- Kissick, Treasurer. The officers in the House of Representatives were : Kenneth Norton, Presi- dent; Juanita Long, Vice-President; Aurelia Pratt, Secretary; and Erving Johnson, Treasurer. With the installation of officers completed, we settled down to a routine of construction for quarters to come by digging in encyclopedias, dictionaries, text and reference books in an effort to lay a firm foundation. A little relief was given us at several social functions scattered over the term. Every society has its clubs, so here was introduced the Carvets, a selected group of men. Misery always likes company; therefore, when quite a few new students came in the second quarter, everyone felt relieved. These newcomers were welcomed with an acquaintance party. Our patriotism soared at this point, which brought about the writing of the school song, Stand Up for Carver, words by Robert E. Mackey and music by Professor Samuel A. Moore. Now the news had to be circulated. Thus was marked the birth of the Carver Chronicle, a quarterly newspaper. Here also was introduced the Buck. the ever popular Carver Yearbook. The ladies decided to do their bit for their ;ociety, so they organized a club known as The Doe ' s to further their aims and projects, mainly to better school spirit. In the spring our spirits rose as the weather broke. Our May Day festival was a gala event as has ever been seen. Miss Martha McClinton was crowned May Queen for selling the Highest number of votes. This festivity portrayed thanksgiving of the past year and hope for the new. The school prom was a prelude of the climax of our first year of progress. The final episode was the election of sophomore officers for the next term, thus paving the way for a lame duck session. They were the same as the previous year, with the exception of the President and Vice President. In the Student Council and Class Officers, James Weddington, President; Cnarles Harris, Vice President; Class Officers, George White, President; and Robert Simmons, ' Vice President. After a quiet restftil summer, we again faced the mad rush for registration on Sep- tember 19, 1950. In the din of excitement, we lost a very competent instructor, Mrs. Marguerite Adams. For every loss there is a gain. Ours was Mrs. C. R. Trottie, social science instructor. The high- lighted activity of our first business meeting was the installation of officers, followed by weeks of hard work. Under the coaching of Professor K. H. Diamond, our first basketball team was organized . At the beginning of the second quarter, we lost another instructor, Mr. R. H. Jefferson,, whose memory we will always revere; however, we gained Mrs. Rutha M. Cocroft who imme- diately won a place in our hearts. Valentine Day afforded us a great outlet from study, strain and tenseness. It went off with a bang and cupid truly played his part. Well, May Day was here again and each of us had absorbed an exuberance of joy and expec- tation, shown with the vim and vigor that seemed to exude from our very persons. The feelings of joy and sorrow were clashing at this time; joy over having completed our requirements, and sorrow at the thought of leaving our pals and schoolmates. The very walls of Carver seemed to droop and sag over losing its pioneer companions; nevertheless, those two years were the greatest we ever knew. There is no price we can ever pay. Venimus, vidimus, vicimus, (we came, we saw, we conquered). Farewell, Alma Mater. Warren McKissick

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DECK ACTIVITIES Senior Cla33 OfflcerJ Mr. Edward High Advisor Miss Mary Cannon Secretary Mr. Warren McKissick Treasurer Mr. Robert Mac key Vice -President Mr. James Weddington Parlimentarian Miss Mae Lenora Vaughn Assistant Secretary Mr. George R. White President

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Cla33 Prophecy As I met seniors in the corridors, a sad gloomy appearance met me, naturally I in- quired why. In reply, I was told that this class, about to go forth into the world and real- izing that life is full of surprises, dangers and pitfalls, desired to know just what the future holds in store. My business which has been Crystal Gazing for a long time, made it only natural that they should ask nne to use my talent for the class ' s benefit. Upon their insis- tance, I dusted off nny crystal, and proceeded to gaze about ten years in the future. What I saw was astonishing and 1 hesitated to relate it. The first vision to appear was that of a city in France, the year 1962. My eyes followed the apparition, which led me to a beautiful young woman w ho w as head of the French Wonnen ' s Association. Her name was Madam Jean Wallace. As I gazed in amazement the vision faded. Almost as quick as a flash, I faced the luxurious office in the Metropolitan Building, New York City. There I beheld our beloved Pauline I eake, working as a secretary to Ralph Bunche, United Nations Repre- sentative. This scene left nne speechless. As I pondered I could see the world ' s largest shoe factory. I stopped and decided to call on nny old classmate, Warren McKissick, President of the Neolite Continental Factory. As 1 entered the office, I was speechless again. For there as his personal secretary and lovely wife was Erving Johnson, who was talking on the telephone to her handsome twin sons. I wanted to congratulate thenn but be- fore 1 could form a word, I was walking along the corner of Hollyw ood and Vine. I paused for a moment to look at the inscription on the large skyscraper. On it was this name plate -- White s Laboratory and Medical Center, George White, President. As I lowered my head to meet someone calling to me, I was amazed to find Lenora Vaughn and Hortense McRae y ho were on the executive board at the Center. While I chattered wnth them about the old school days, they asked me to visit Billy Moore and Mary Cannon who are happily married and residing in Tulsa, Oklahoma where Mr. Moore has a business as a miner. The next scene showed me a street in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. As 1 looked from right to left a sign caught my attention. There before nny eyes read Long and Simmons Women ' s Shop. ' I saw lovely Willie Rainey and handsonne Jackson Womble modeling beach ensem- bles. By the tinne I regained consciousness again, I was standing before Beatty ' s Concert Hall where the famous pianist, Walter Brown was to make an appearance. There I talked to the owTiers, Alexander Beatty and John Ward. Douglass Evans and his concert band has just left. They are enroute to Hollywood where they have a five year contract wdth RCA. As I left the office, I picked up a copy of the Philadelphia Gazette where I read the following ann ounce nne nts: Kathleen Hughes, secretary at Robert Simmons ' Business School, is expecting a blessed event in the near future. Aurelia Pratt is vacationing in Paris where she is the bride of a great French Artist. Once again the scene changed. I was slowly driving along Western Avenue enroute to Country Club Lane, Sugar Hill, Los Angeles to visit nny old pal Kenneth Norton when I felt a quick breeze. I turned around and saw James Thonnpson, Caruso Bell, Charles Harris in a Cadillac with their secretary, Annie M. Shadd. When I reached tne lane, the first persons I saw were Wardell Ellis and John Houston out taking a sun bath on the patio. It ' s really wonderful. Imagine my surprise when I looked up and saw Odell Hoover, Char- les Praylor and Jannes Weddington who are all employed by 20th Century Fox. The spell broke and I was suddenly surrounded by darkness. I awakened and wondered if it is better for a person to remain totally ignorant of the future. The belief still remains that where ignorance is bliss, ' tis folly to be wise.