Chowan College - Chowanoka Yearbook (Murfreesboro, NC)

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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

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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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clear, quiet Ruth Norwood had surely exceeded our expectations, and besides being senator from North Carolina, she is known far and wide for her numerous mathematical inventions and hydrographic calculations. As I watched her my mind Hew back to a dear little Senior ring and Ruth ' s numerous calculations in regard to its various dimensions — sometimes large, sometimes small — and some- how large again. Yes, hers was a mathematical mind, and she has developed her knowledge until she has accomplished untold wonders. Hers is the study of oceanology, coasts, bays and harbors. And did you know that by her great calculations and observations the current of the Gulf Stream has been changed, thereby affecting the climate of the North Pole and making it the most renowned and most enjoyable of summer resorts. Yes, her bill called for a deal of discussion and eventually it seemed it could not be settled. A lull finally fell over the House, and with a word from Speaker Tayloe, a bent form silently and stealthily made its way to an opening in the wall. Strange, weird numbers were called out and I felt puzzled, so I turned to one of the attendants who told me that the person in question was Bruce Vann, and that she was consulting Empress Nell Ward of Mars concerning the inventions and suc- cessfulness of certain movements on her planet. My attention was attracted to the main entrance. And could I believe it ! Yes, in walked the President of the United States, none other than our own Rose Nowell. In her school days she had shown a wonderful talent in this direction, and alwavs seemed to have a knack for planning and making others perpetrate those plans, but little did we think that she would develop her talent to this extent. She was the principal factor in determining the rights of woman in America and in putting down man rule. Just as all eyes were riveted on her there arose a mighty cry. Suddenly I sprang to my feet and looked in the dir ection of the noise. It was a heart rending spectacle that met my gaze. The cry came from the lips of a persecuted husband who was being dragged in by a woman whom I recognized as Jessie Watson. He was dressed in pink lawn bloomers, pink silk blouse and he was ruffled and curled. She quieted him with a characteristic gesture and said very deliberately to the President, I am the one who needs help. ' ' Her complaint was that her husband was not willing to stay at home and wash dishes while she was on a political campaign. The President called on her chief attendant, Pauline Eley, who was able to quiet the excitement in a very few seconds. After the meeting adjourned I approached Eva Boyette who was another representative and inquired concerning the whereabouts of her cousin and class- mate. To my amazement she informed me that Grace Pearce was the ruling power over the small republic of Abyssinia, formerly known as Ethopia. M) ' mind was in a turmoil. Will wonders never cease, I thought. Here was Pauline Ely, chief aide to President Nowell ; Eva Boyette, a repre- sentative from North Carolina, and Grace Pearce, who was never known to be satisfied with anything longer than an hour, ruling the country we studied in Sun- 27