Coker College - Milestone Yearbook (Hartsville, SC)

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Sophomore Gigs It is said that a Sophomore is “wise and foolish.” This article is nothing more than an extended statement of the fact. As a class we first showed our superior wisdom when we elected Mr. Colbert as our class sponsor and (thanks to his guiding hand) gave the Seniors a shrimp supper. Such fun for the shrimp lovers. We also thought it would be a wise idea to have cheerleaders for our class teams; further, it seemed logical that the more we had, the more success our teams would have. So we chose half a dozen who yelled us on the victory as runners-up in the hockey tournament and winners of the basketball tournament. Obviously the teams also did their part. There are many other ways in which we distin- guished ourselves. For instance, we claim two beauty queens: Martha Dean Chestnut, who is Miss South Caro- lina, and Marion McKnight, who is Miss Hartsville and Coker College Beauty Queen. They’re roommates, too. Imagine all that beauty concentrated in only 216 square feet. (That measurement is correct. A certain girl crawled all over the floor with a foot ruler just to check it.) We also devised and perfected a unique musical combo, the most able Bottle Band. This group was intro- duced to the public at the Hockey Banquet. In keeping with the gaity of the season we costumed them in the very latest red and white stripped nightshirts. We also became the first class to sponsor a movie at the Berry to help the state of our Exchequer. After many hours of deliberation we selected a fairy tale, “The Glass Slip- per,” knowing in our wisdom that it was the type of movie that would draw a large crowd. (We were right, too, but we didn’t make much money.) Of course this Sophomore year was the first time we had a real opportunity to belong to school organizations —and (we don't mean to brag) we are now quite well represented on everything. There are Sophomores on Joint Council, Student Council, Athletic Council, Christian Council, and all the denominational councils. Go to any iS tory meeting of Sigma Tau Delta, Chi Beta Epsilon, I. R. C., Glee Club, Dance Committee, the Sophomore Executive Committee, or the Honor Basketball and Hockey Teams, and what do you find? Sophomores! (’Twas inevitable. ) We also have our foolish side. For instance: In a certain room there is a lovely tropical plant to which is attached a note saying that Aunt So-and-So sent it with love and all that stuff. Now where do you think certain class members dug that plant up? And then one day some gals decided to rent a bike and take a ride; and after touring Hartsville, they developed a terrible thirst. They had no money for cokes (as bikes rent for ten cents an hour) so they simply waded in the reflection pool, pick- ing up all the coins which had been tossed in. (Maybe there’s no difference between a pool and a fountain for this purpose. ) Of course, there were the usual practical jokes, but the ones that backfired were the most fun. Jane Howie maliciously aided in the writing of a mushy letter to a boy at Carolina, thinking that a friend’s name would be signed. The letter was mailed with Jane’s signature at- tached. And Nancy Calhoun vowed she'd leave Coker if she ever saw a roach in her room. Bet that expression on her face when she found the one that Mary Kay put on her pillow was a honey! Actually, we have improved. We no longer play ghost, or hide alarm clocks set to go off in the middle of the night, and Carol Lee and Bert don’t wake people in the wee small hours to feed them stale marshmallows. You see, age is bringing us to maturity. Virginia Hall Brunson Bert and Jane work on posters for “The Glass Slipper” ... Beth, Betty, Kat, Delores and Marian cheer the Sophs on to victory . . . “Molly D.,” Mary, and Carol work on Lhe Skic