Chowan College - Chowanoka Yearbook (Murfreesboro, NC)

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was trilling the high soprano notes and, unconscious of earthly existence, was caught up in a comet ' s tail and carried out of sight. There she continues to trill the merry notes in a Celestial conservatory of music. Who do you suppose is the next I see? Why, Jennie Sewell, so attractive and charming that she is attended by more satellites than Jupiter. But, alas, these satellites will retire, feeling them.selves eclipsed by a zealous Gardner. One night a message comes to me that there is a new star in the heavens. At once I turn my telescope in the way directed and observe a red planet with vapor arising from its surface. Oh! that is Daught Carter, who taught old red back Normal Two to a class of weeping Seniors, but after a few years decided that she would be hiipiMcr grinding at Mills than teaching Normal Two to girls in tears. Do I see a star gliding swiftly by? I do, and Claudine Joyner I s])y. She must have been asleep when the breakfast bell rang or absent trying to woj ' k out the date of Judgment Day, for this problem always gave her more trouble than the dates already known. But she is never left, and comes skipping in behind the others with a happy smile on her face. She was equally lucky at Chowan when, although sleeping until the breakfast bell, she would get up thinking she heard the rising bell, antl yet skip in to breakfast smiling. I look around for Bashie Sykes, but at first fail to find her. At last, down in the horizon, I find she has .stopped to spend a few years teaching Latin. Plenty of time and thorough work are her special characteristics, you know. She will come after a while, don ' t fear. Then I heard a roaring in the skies, gradually vanishing away in sweet strains of music which startle me. I need not tell you my surprise when I find Annie Howell in a conservatory of music, teaching the favorite harmonies of Chopin, Mendelssohn, and Beethoven. I can not delay longer as I have found all but three classmates; surely I shall find these. Yes, here is Clara Edwards, dignified and stately, just home from her trip abroad. She has cast her lot with those in the hospital, nursing the sufferers injured by falling stars. In the Milky Way I chance to glance, wuudcring what can be the cause of this white luminous band in the heavens. I find Lizzie Stephenson, a charming bride, with licr train glittering across the skies. The last on my list, but by no means the least, is Eunice Evans, who is a brilliant .star shot over from 1910 to take the A.B. degree. Oft she came to us in her gentle, sweet way and helped us over the difficult jjroblems with which we struggled at Chowan. We then thought her a star on earth, but it is now my privi- lege to gaze at her as a star in heaven, still coiKiuering every difficulty. Now in an instant the Class of ' 11 and ' 12, minus one, comes togetlu ' r around one common point, which is the Chowan of the skies, and from which each must radiate. All with one voice are praising the worthy Dr. Bruner who so fearlessly piloted them through their stormy voyage, and they are heralding the fair name of their Alma Mater through the heavens. The missing one, on whom falls the thank- less task, joins in praisi- from below. L. E. B.

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5 JPropijecp of Clagg of 19 U INCE I have been allowed to assume the foreknowledge of a superhuman being and to look into the future of these brave heroines before me, I will say with the superhuman in Macbeth: When sliall we twelve meet again, In thunder, lightning, or in rain? When the hurly-burly ' s done, When the battle ' s lost and won — That will be ere the set of sun. We realize that the sun has almost set on our schooldays and we nuist soon go into a wider life. As a prophetess, though the most rejected of people, it is my privilege to look into the future of these my classmates and tell Avhat each must face. If I remember rightly, although I am not so sure of the past as of the future, I believe Dr. Bruner has advised us to hitch our wagons to stars. When we became fright- ened at the heroes of the JEneid and the lines and angles of Geometry, these words rang in our ears. When, too, we were weary of struggling with the ideas of Pesta- lozzi, or with the investigations of Froebel and of Herbart, we took new courage and pressed to our stars. To reach the greatest star became the aim of my class- mates, but soon they were weary of their struggle and disappeared, leaving Dr. Bruner sitting on the edge of the firmament reaching for his star, while I am standing near in amazement, gazing at the great height to be attained. A soft voiced Urania, the Muse of Astronomy, speaks to me, saying, Turn your telescope on the heavens and take a general sweep. There I behold a light which dazzles my eyes, brighter by far than any star of the first magnitude. The second peep reveals to me our President, Beulah Vaughan, who has out- stripped us in her journey just as she always did in our college days. You will surely like to know why she is so luminous; this is because at Chowan College she began her dramatic work and has continued to advance on the road of ora- tory, until at last she has become a star and is shining in the theatrical band of the Celestial sphere. Mary Parker, the athlete of our Class, comes whirling in from the far- extending space. She moves with such rapidity in a parabolic orbit that I believe she was in a tennis tournament and herself instead of the ball was accidentally struck. Perhaps she may be attracted by some great sun and will change her orbit to an ellipse which will hold her among the invisible stars. Turning the telescope in another direction, I behold a faint point of light twinkling in the distance; for the first time since we left old Chowan I see Lennie Stephenson. We all can easily understand how she reached such a height, for she

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Senior ClasiS ong Tune, Amkuica Hail ill the Senior hand ! Fresh, Soph, and Junior land Now nil are past. Only one aim had we — Seniors so grand to be, And tho ' but few you see We ' re here at last. Sixiu we had reached the goal Anil found that we, behold ! Had just begun. Latin and, Normal Two Too oft have made us blue, Yet we ' ve been firm and true And ninv we ' ve ivon. ' Faithful in all things we Our motto chose to be. And we always Have tried with soul and mind To do the work assigned Faithfully and loyally Thro ' all the day- . Now that our work is o ' er Seniors we ' ll be no more; ' Tis sad to tell. Now all our schoolmates near. And all our teachers here, And Alma Mater dear, To thee fareicell. — E. L. E.. -11.