Converse College - Ys and Other Ys Yearbook (Spartanburg, SC)

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The rest oi the year tlew by, and we soon be- gan thinking about being mighty Sophomoresf' . . . Billie was re-elected President of the class, and we put our heads together to start plans for the great event ot our lives. This time we'd be the big dogs lor a change. They say that nobody likes a Sophomore, but we did our darndest to break a precedent. Ratting was iun, but a struggle. Then and there we decided we'd ten times rather be ratted a year than to rat for a week. Perhaps the biggest event in a Converse big dogs' life is Senior-Sophomore Day. We donned black caps ,ni gowns lthe ones we wish we could un-don nowl and thought we were just about wraps? As usual, the Sophomore Class dwindled prac- tically away, and we came back the next lall minus members but thinking that maybe it was quality rather than quantity that counted alter all. A few transfers joined our happy family, but the class remained a small one. For that all-important year Stewn was our president 'ni Bobbe Milburn was heap big custodian oi the coke machine 'n' the Junior Shop. Remember all the things that happened . . . becoming the proud possessors of little sisters . . . the Junior-Freshman Wed- ding . . . the Christmas Bazaar . . . the Junior Dance . . . and, tinally, the thing we'd been working- towards all year-the Junior- Senior. It was a busy year. We won the shield 'n' then Cupid went on the rampage 'n' tried to take the U rest of our class away. We practically out-did the Seniors with the sparklers in our midst. December 7 of that year was a very important date in our lives. The attack on Pearl l-larbor made a big scratch on our complacency and we suddenly grew into a more serious minded rising Senior Class. With the Fact that we were a war Class imprinted upon our minds, we took more seriously the tasks of our senior year. Our holidays were changed, rationing started and we had to give up some of the little nice- tiesi' weid been accustomed top but we knew that it was only small sacritice in comparison with the war classes ol other countries. All ot our work became more closely connected with the war ettortg but the traditions and spirit that make Converse, Converse, were not iorgotten. Our last dance . . . the parties in the dining room . . . sponsors for the hockey games lremember Miss Thompson and the run- away horse 'n' buggyl . . . the Christmas tree in Main . . . dressing dolls For the mountain children . . . our last tling at being childish on Senior-Sophomore day . . . all these things were not forgotten nor will they be as long as twe memories ol Converse live with us, the Class ol ,43. As we leave our alma mater, it is the com- mencement oi ulivingi'-living the ideals which we have lormed in Converse and which Converse has Formed in us. LUCIA GHGER, Class l-listorian. 0'-E 55295 J' n Ezgafgiu 7 X J -' Q ,, X. M ' S 9. C5 J sim ui ir. if iv ff K lim V -- T jf l J ,.ir lilli V. -A. C 11. A W -J Dt C-lf -erm my-ll'-ffl 'I-1 iQTlTri L 'f'T T 'A' TTL 23

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Ji JZJQJOKZVLZ af CTOVLVKZJG Little did the Class of '43 realize when it be- gan its work at Converse that it would be the tirst graduating class in a World War ll. Times have changed as they always do, and that cocksure bunch of rats has become a class of girls which is going away from school with a purpose adept to a war-time crisis. But let's go back to when it all began. Remem- ber-all those big shots who graduated from high school 'n' prep school in '39 . . . l-low much fun they had deciding on Converse for an alma mater 'n' all those letters during the summer . . . The ones from Sis 'n' Maxie 'n' Marjie, and that important one from the big sister? All the fun getting ready to go away 'n' how scared we were though we wouldn't dare admit it? And those cguestions we wanted to ask, and didnit, and wished we had. Yes, we finally got here. Some with Umommas 'n' poppasf' some with sisters, 'n' a few of us ventured in all alone. We got those roommates settled and the big sisters showed us our way around. But what was this rat week thing we'd heard whisperings about? Well, we found out! Leighton Acree lshe was the Sophomore Pres- ident, you knowl, told us in no uncertain terms what we had to do in' a lot about what we couldnit do. Fifty-nine pigtails and paper dry- cleaning bag dresses just about put us through. We couldnit tear the dresses and we had to button, too. lt just didn't seem logical. We got the grass well watered with our thimbles and pretty well cut with our scissors, and Little Toole even played l-lumpty Dumpty with an honest-to-goodness egg. You guessed right! l-lumpty Dumpty fell all right-in a great big bunch of Sophomores. And did she have fun cleaning it up! Before we knew it, the thing was over and the Junior-Freshman Wedding was staring us in the face. We were all betting on who the bride would be, and the suspense was territic. When Jean Bumstead came down the aisle of the auditorium to be wed to our sister class, you can imagine how thrilled we were. Lib Lyles was maid-of-honor, and the whole atfair went otf like the real thing. The rats were always up to tricks, 'n' prob- ably the funniest of all happened in Dexter the day before the tirst dance. About the middle of the afternoon the Dexterities discovered that they had no shoes in which to trip the light fantastic and they were nowhere to be found. Tempus fugitedn and at exactly 8:20 all the shoes appeared in one pile in the third floor iron- ing room. Whewl Were we glad to see 'em even if it was a struggle to find two alike. A lot happened that year but the most im- portant event came after Thanksgiving. The elec- tion of class otficersl Billie Goodwin became pres- ident to 'fill the shoes of little Dot Jenkins who had been our adviser. Billie had what it takes, 'n' led the class through the rest of the year. There were plenty of homesick girls after the tirst Christmas at home, but exams soon put a stop to that. One lapse of our college career passed with a lot of ups and downs, but we felt more like we belonged after we'd struggled through that set of information pleases. . 'l 5 Y -:T Rtd Bnrw- Kat? de it Cffvq ,.. J Q, cg s -:JE -re a sf?-.4 bf so mwf l T - ,-,, K gk:-rj in ff f J J 'fv' J RAT' f.L5T-....-l4t f. fji1B I Q Jl X 'N i C-JJ tam- ,Shri i k . ,Sgt fdill ll .H -C! XL 'xt O xj 'Ns-:N-LQ l WX lc QM ltr ,iii f 1.2.1 -fe-af, -f 2 ...Q ij,-f aa Msgs

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Q. Now that the present senior class is on the threshold of death-and being away from Converse will kill many of us--preparing to step into the vast unknown and unpredicted orbit at this time called the world, it has been my pleasant duty to contact the unhappy members of this graduating class and endeavor to make them realize the importance of leaving to remaining individuals not quite as well educated as we, the things which we dare not carry from the halls of Converse into newly made homes, our mother's homes, old-maid homes, and homes blown into bits by Nazi bombs. Without further comment on world affairs, I do hereby release the following will and testament: l, Lib Adams, leave my most democratic personality to Lalla Green Nimmocks. Long live democracy! We, Jane Adams and Marty Wyche, do bequeath our ingenuity to create midnight parties to Jo Cureton and Hannah Walker. I, Lib Lyles, reluctantly leave my reserved seat on the train to Atlanta to Emily Jennings. I, Doady Hyman, do gladl bequeath a set of beat-up tires to Harvey Newsom to be used only on the road to Clemson. I, Virginia Ann Morgan, db hereby will my roles in Spartanburg Music Festivals to Margaret Goodman. We, Sara Lee Gifford and Sammy Worley, will and bequeath a broken alarm clock to anyone or everyone who misses breakfast. I, Nancy Anderson, do hereby leave my love for Dr. Myers to Caroline Woods, I, Gene Mears, will my good sportsmanship to Mary Jean Hooper. I, Natalie Jennings, do leave all my extra quality points to Anne Bates who likes extended vacations as well as I. We, Bettie Vann and Mary Bauman, do hereby relinquish our scholarships from the Carolina, State, Strand, and Palmetto theatres to the deserving Frances Fleming and Carolyn McSween. I, Margaret Jordan Young, do hereby will my surplus gym cuts to any needy junior. I, Dot France, do hereby bequeath all my athletic abilities to Kent Seignious. I, Sara Suitt, do leave my music school hangover to Grace Martin. I, Harriett Bull, do will and bequeath a road map leading to Vance to anyone who now possesses a red convertible. I, Betty Harris, do leave my general search for knowledge in the field of Philosophy to Cacie Gant. I, Lib Allison, do will all my future telephone calls to Eloise Bethel. I, Eleanor Toole, do hereby bequeath my ability to sleep any time and all the time to Kitty Colclough. We, Jane Vandiver and Anne Marshall, leave our power dance and fascination for big hats to Betty Isbell. I, Mary Frances Morgan, dutifully entrust my nightly vigils to Betsy Brunk. I, Polly Breeden, do hereby leave my bobby-pins to Bess Owen Alexander, who looks as well as I with her hair screwed up. I, P, C. Howard, do hereby bequeath my nickname to any underclassman who deems herself worthy of being a privileged character. We, Vivian Workman and Peggy Hite, do hereby leave our atfection for ever reciting Orley and Little George Washing- ton to whosoever may have the nerve to bore those attending our bonfires. I, Virginia Hengeveld, do hereby will and bequeath sudden outbursts of laughter to Betty Rodmon. I, Sara Spigener, do leave my love for medical men to Helen Myatt. l, Anne Crooks, do hereby will my creative writing ability to Betty Murph. I, Susie Plowden, leave my love for social case work to Margaret Workman. I, Marguerite Symms, do hereby bequeath my ability to attract soldiers on the train to Jean Harby. With fondest memories, I, Jean Maney, do leave the library to my sister in hopes that she will hold it up for the next three ears. Y I, Mary Ruth Cannon, do bequeath three months on Converse campus to just any girl in love. I, Lucy Geiger, do leave my Cupid's bow and arrow to Cupid himself until he sees fit to give it to someone else. I, Frances Brooke, after four long years, do bequeath my ability to whisper to Dot Knott. I, Nancy Vaughan, do leave my afternoon Chemistry labs to Betty McCarty. Regretfully, I, Allison Stone, must necessarily withhold my cute personality and good looks for the well-being of the future enerations. 3 I, Bob Blackmon, hereby will and bequeath my Red Cross uniform and veil to anyone who can knit two, pearl two, for two inches, and then knit for sixty-eight. We, the graduating Class of '43 leave not our number but our spirit of good fellowship to all posterity. Signed and sealed by BOB BLACKMON, Class Testator. Y . xy , Y -a- KD lied Barns- BBA'-igial'-1 Ji, QQ .. Ri! Qi 'Lf 11 I , T Yi Q WI-.rf , x Y ir Kgyfipg Q '. IQ fu it QW I if I it ' D X e f' ' T' I xl, ' GAA'-'Au CZQTXJIIZ , ,k tigkg gy dlgfiy ig WI all? Il MIG' 'C XL o XJ ' Nj I JI 5 C, X9 Xisifbf fly fig rs'l.3,L 'iw Z' Lf E QQ -fig' - -fe 24