Coker College - Milestone Yearbook (Hartsville, SC)

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ee GESSNER SNOWDEN CYNTHIA SULLIVAN Rosse Mari£ TERRELL GtioriA TRULUCK of 1959 Preccy WEsT ELIZABETH WHITTLE VANCE WILLIAMS GERRY WILLIAMSON JEAN YOUNGBLOOD 59

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Patsy MAXWELL ROCHELLE Moore The Class Patsy Norris CAROLYN Norwoop SYLVIA PENNELL PAM PENNINGTON NANCY PHILLIPS BARBARA RONEY MARGARET SEGARS 54

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56 The Class of 60... Living in North, South, Central, Memorial, and the Morgue—this year there were freshmen everywhere. Com- prising about half of the student body it’s no wonder that this class was not the usual meek and lowly, but ready to dispute their Freshmen Commissioners and play tricks on upper classmen! The first week of school for these bold youngsters was filled with the strange combination of tests and parties. The most intelligent were discovered as well as the most —well, let’s just say a queen and king were chosen at the hobo party sponsored by Christian Council. Janice Whit- tle and Kathryn McCoy will be remembered as the first to gain the honor of a crown among this noted group. Initiation was the final introduction to Coker. In their hobo costumes, many misbehaving freshmen served their sentence in rat court, after which all went to South base- ment to pay their respects to our founder, This too was the night for their official Coker bath—a midnight dip in the pool. As soon as everything was back to normal on the Coker campus, the freshmen stepped right into Convocation, their introduction to required functions. Yes, you must go and you must wear an evening dress (?????) And it wasn’t long before all were in the college vogue of dieting, playing bridge, and drinking coffee (a few even stood in line for senior coffee—serious offense). Of course they all met the Freshmen “Waterloo’s’— the traditional struggle with themes and book reports, poking out their eyes with the microscope in biology lab (just couldn’t find that amoeba), and meeting the Neanderthal man, although most would have preferred a quite different species. And modern dance must not be omitted—oh! those aching muscles. With the leadership of Patty Mac Coleman, Diana Oates, and Dorothy Tedder, freshmen chairmen for first quarter, the class sailed on to victory. In October, under the direction of Nan Downey and accompaniment of Louise Atkinson, they won the singing of the Alma Mater in the song contest. Mrs. Sisson, class sponsor, had worked with them faithfully, even giving them a party the night before to help boost their morale. They active- ly participated in the sports field, as they entered heartily in the hockey, volleyball, and basketball tournaments. However, like everyone else, they had to learn that you don’t sing ‘Happy Birthday” during study hour, nor make “careless” mistakes on sign out cards, or shoot fire- crackers off in the middle of the night. And, after first quarter grades, about one-third of the class realized that there was another purpose in closed study period other than putting soap suds in the shades, stealing mattresses, hiding alarm clocks in the rooms, etc., etc., etc. Coker girls always have had a strong cheering section for Clemson, and such enthusiasm was expressed the night before the ‘Big Game” by their display of banners and their roaring cheers (after 10:20 and before 11:00, of course!). They completely drowned out the Carolina fans. At last came the time of elections. Dorothy Tedder was chosen as president of the class, only to resign her office for another position—that of becoming Mrs. Dorothy Smith, Pam Binnicker was then elected president, Sherrill Jordan, secretary-treasurer, and Louise Atkinson, student council representative. It seems that Dorothy wasn’t the only one with mar- riage in mind, for Martha Boykin left Coker looking toward that goal and also Maxine Brickle, who is now Mrs, Irick. Liz Bakis and Judith Atkinson seem to enjoy wearing diamonds on their left hands. And others (thank goodness for adhesive tape!) “his” class ring. At the Christmas Dance this class was proud of the proof that they had their share of beauties and cuties. If things seemed to be getting dull around campus, they rang the bell at odd hours, rolled coke bottles down the hall at 12:00, had “illegal” spend-the-night parties, and various and sundry other things. It still remains a mystery just who hung Biddy’s Harris by his right ear from the balcony, and who pulled all the firehose down. Yes, if you hear a group singing on Dunbar, someone yelling, ‘““What’s ’ma’ gonna’ do? Jus‘ hope ‘ma’ die!”, or, occasionally a quiet study hour, it’s our 1956-57 Fresh- men.