Coker College - Milestone Yearbook (Hartsville, SC)

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X - ,a Mg A i f 41 MARY PATSY LOU TYNER Hpdtzjlil A.B.-History HARTSVILLE, s. C. N , .av MARY TEDDER TURNER Mary A.B.-Elementary Education HARTSVILLE S. C. 3 THE SENIORS X

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SIGNING IN The forty-niners had nothing on the fifty-niners. In- stead of picks and shovels We were equipped with teddy bears and heating pads, and instead of gold in them that hills we found potato chips and strawberry jam! Our slogan was not California or Bust but merely Bust Cout-dated traditions of coursej. Not only did we develop our cerebral hemispheres in small groups sometimes called classes, but We developed originality. For after all, what other class had a Siamese twin hobo queen better known as Fran Moore and Pam Penning- ton? Their king was Stinky Segars! Other outstanding Freshmen included Dr. Barry and a Smith fellow, not Sterling Smith of the Clemson football fame, but just Sterling Smith. Well, back to the subject of originality. Who else but we would have attempted to sell stamps with pictures on them Cwe sold eightj or to make Christmas tags? We blame these brainstorms on our chairmen: Betty Crawford, Patsy Maxwell and Cynthia Sullivan. It really paid off to be in the Beauty-Cutie Court our Freshman year, for all six of our representatives, are now married-heading the list was our HIS! cutie queen Sara jean Long, who is equally famous for the quotation . . but I thought we got three cuts per quarter! We were the class that opened our Christmas presents be- fore the Christmas party-under the friendly guidance of our own gestapo Calias student councilb-for that was the year of the Big Search. Mary Alma Gee's room looked better after the search than before! Another accomplishment of Stu- dent Council was the death of Dunbar as a result of our being allowed to smoke in our rooms. Cigars thus became the undoing of Patricia Crawford. April came . . . the upstart Freshmen pulled another first, completely fooling the other three classes with an edition of the school newspaper featuring headlines abolishing exams. This infamous literary feat was entitled The Microscope. The same month we became the first class not to parade in white dresses to the graveyard on Founders Day. On May Day we were represented by two wonderful smiles. One belonged to Betty Crawforda the other to Donna Davis. Later in the month we produced the first of our musi- cals for our big sisters at the College Club. Also we made and sold many baskets. Enough said. The fact that we had won the Alma Mater contest was cancelled by the fact that we lost every single hockey game that fall. This explains why we only tied for the Presidents cup. Our jubilation was complete with the acquisition of our notorious class sponsor, Dr. A. A. Fahrner. Now the verdant Freshmen Cor as Sara J. Long thought, virgin freshmen J became the wise old Sophomoresf' de- scribed as cocky and better known as the Rebels of South! And we were truly the Rebels of South, for we rebelled just as much against tradition as Momma Woody would allow. We were determined to have fun-to make up for no one loving us. Our first brainstorm was to sell Coker mugs and jackets, one of our more successfulC?j business ventures. We soon began work on our pep song, and under the direction of Laurens McMaster and Ann Davis, we sang our way into the pep song championship. Has there ever been a class to teach everyone the pep song--even before the contest? The cutie contest came and went, and we supplied Cutie Queen number two in the form of Fran Moore. Our class could produce cutie queens, but were rather unfortunate in securing dates for the dances. Those posts do get lonely, don't they, Faye Gurley? While racking up victories on the hockey field, the gam- bling casino was going full speed ahead in the rec room. This seemed to be a twenty-four-hour-a-day business-except, of course, during exams when operation was limited to only twenty hours daily! After finishing our third civ. exam, we could think of only one thing-the three short weeks before our big production. Our tap class Canother firstj had rehearsed a few times pre- viously, and soon everyone was saying . . And Away We Go! ! -and no one had even heard of jackie Gleason! Find- ing staging facilities on campus rather limited, we looked for new horizons and found Thornwell, the big stage in front of the curtain. Taking the show off campus and running it for two nights were both Coker firsts. Finally the scenery that couldn't be done was done, Sylvia Pennell learned to throw her rose, Dr. Fahrner became addicted to grapes, and our second big production was opened to the public. As the final curtain went down to a standing ovation, we swelled with pride. Afterwards, the offers from TV stations looked mighty tempting, but we succumbed to only one offer -from some school called Clemson or something like that! Sylvia Pennell was thrilled to get to go, saying I can't say no, and Billie Kissane, Sylvia was not on A.P. Cor did you check?D Gessner Snowden was a top in Martha's girls, and it seems that she renewed some old acquaintances on that trip. Many will always note and long remember these experiences, most of all poor Billie Kissane, who made ar- rangements instead of studying Renaissance art. We certainly could not be accused of allowing education to interfere with our good times! But one day we heard a sad story about a little dormitory that was as good as good could be, until one night . . But crawling out on the roof was fun, especially for Mary Holmes and Elizabeth Whittle, even if the aftermath wasn't. Had we not been completely successful in all our athletic attempts, we might not have won the President's Cup that year- but we did! We had a very strange feeling. The casino was doing quite a business, everyone was playing bridge-and then we real- ized why. Exams were at us again! Of course, some people are quite industrious and study until 4 AM-only to sleep through the exam the next day! Now we were on the verge of being JUNIORS-those dignified upperclassmen. We made our daisy chain and placed it around the pool. In a few minutes we became jolly juniors. But if juniors are any jollier than sophomores .... In September the most loved class in Coker's history re- turned to Hartsville with heads filled with wonderful ideas