Chowan College - Chowanoka Yearbook (Murfreesboro, NC)

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tatnry of mxav (tlnsB And it came to pass in the year 191 2, as the summer ended and autumn made its approach, suggesting that winter was near at hand, that a herd of migratory animals left their peaceful homes and sought another clime. These did not birds of a feather flock together, but in some miraculous way a peculiar looking and apparently untamed group of animals of different species grouped around Chowan College. The all-wise and omnipotent band of Seniors with an abundant supply of salt made strenuous efforts to make some organization of these beings, but their voices were completely overpowered at every attempt by the quack! quack! of ducks, baa ! baa ! of sheep, bow-wow ! of dogs and caw ! caw ! of crows. The heating system here being so unique they soon found that feathers and fur were no longer essential to their physical comfort and finally consented to share these possessions with their fellow students for ornaments of beauty to be used on their winter apparel. One thing at a time and that done well, being their motto, they cared for no greater change during their Newish year. Emerging from X ' ewishdom they entered the proud ranks of the Sophomores. Being eminently fitted for their position, they had no trouble in accustoming them- selves to all the duties of the Sophomores. In this history there is too little space even to enumerate the redeeming qualities, deeds and characteristics of this class. However, it can be well said that the greatest donation to the College Museum was that made by the Sophs, when they at the end of that year, knowing of no further need of bills, hoofs, and horns, generously left them at their departure. The Junior year was spent in hard persistent efforts. Having developed to some extent the power of speech and acquired some reasoning abilities, they were busy with the removal of all their possessions, which kept them from being just like those about them. They were looking forward to the time when they would become Seniors, and after working many anxious hours, which seemed intermin- able about fifteen were allowed the privilege of bearing that most coveted title. According to tradition, this, their last march, was destined to be their hardest. Out time allayed their fears and experience showed that thev were able to ever- come all difficulties. During their stay at Chowan some of them have endeavored to secure some knowledge of every subject in college, and consequently vou will find among their ranks, women of every vocation imaginable ; from the maker of the hoe cake to one who can hold her audience in a trance for hours by means of her melodious voice. They all claim to know something about everything, and everything but something. As a mark of appreciation for the development and training they have received here, they leave to their Alma Mater the praise of being the first college — from the time whereof the memory of man runneth not to the contrary to have gained such a stej) in the evolution of man. — Histouiax.

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Friends, in the name of the Class of ' i6, I welcome you with great pleasure to our Class Day exercises. Your presence is an inspiration to us, your encour- agement will uplift us. This — our day — we have looked forward to with awe generously mixed with uncertainty for four long years. As Freshmen, the day seemed to lie somewhere in the hazy future — somewhere before all of the tomor- rows. Xevertheless, the anticipation of our degree has borne us through many hardships and has saved us from the mighty throes of exams ' and other student ' s tribulations. At last, after four years of joy and sorrow, of sunshine and shadow, we are really Seniors. Yes, almost at the bank where Seniors and Alumnae meet. This is our year, our day, we might say the happiest day of our college life. The glor - of achievement is ours — and the day of inevitnble parting is yet in the future. Today our hearts are filled with a love for our class and a love for our Alma Plater. Today our dreams are rose-hued. Hope bounds high and faith is endur- ing, and as we see the great world as it beckons to us we long to go forth, to labor, to serve, and so accomplish — that it may be said, They have not lived in vain. For our classmates, whose friendships have been to us of inestimable value, we wish that the future may be as bright and joyful as the years we have toge ther lived here. The truest happiness, after all, dear classmates, comes only with the knowledge of work well done, and of faith well kept. Our greatest debt w ' e owe to our President and his faculty. May all that Heaven can send, bless them who have been so patient with our mistakes, so lovintjlv encouraged us in our failures, and so nobly lived among us. 24

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froplipry Oh ! can it be that fourteen fleeting years have passed since we happily left this institution of learning — guarding proudly our precious sheepskins — with an air of supreme superiority to all the common mass of humanity? Such great and varied changes have taken place ! Old Father Time ' s tricks are too numerous for us, even in this age, to prophesy concerning them, so instead of assuming the guise of clairvoyance, allowing fancy free play or giving you the benefit of dream phantoms. I deem it more appropriate to introduce to you my once dear school- nrates. Yes, my once classmates — though honors sit well on their noble brows, anil fame has made their names renowned. In the year 1928 it was my good fortune to spend the winter in Washington. D. C. One day while Congress was in session I dropped in to hear the proceed- ings. I must confess I received the greatest shock of my life, for whom did I behold b ut our old classmate, Bettie Williams Tayloe, as Speaker of the House. Can you blame me for being overcome with surprise, for all the while we thought she preferred cuffs, collars and red neckties. I soon discovered that very import- ant business was being transacted, so I slipped unobserved into a shadowed seat, thinking to learn something more of my classmates. The House seemed to be engaged in a heated discussion, which would have ended disastrously for some one, had not Ruth Norwood arisen in her mighty stateliness and introduced a bill demanding that Palm Reach and the Isle of Palms be tabooed by winter tourists, and the balmy Xorth Pole resorts be more frequently visited. Yes, our own 26