Davenport College - Galax Yearbook (Lenoir, NC)

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History of Senior Class » S IT would not do for me to tnist my o m memory in calling up the wonderful events which constitute the history of the Class of 1906, I decided to give the experience of each girl as I found it recorded in a notebook left open on ray desk for that purpose. The first one was our President. At home lier name is Clyde Thomas, but here it is Coz. This is what she wrote: When I first came to Davenport, my one great amliition was to Ijccome an English teacher. I cast my lot with the Sophomores, among whom there were only five or six of our present class, and went to work thinking ' original thoughts ' and writing descriptions of ' my ideal sweetheart. ' I was working hard and advancing rapidly until one day when our English teacher gave the Sophomore papers to the Juniors and asked them to correct them. I won ' t burden you with an account of that gloomy time. T shall simply say that since then I have turned my attention to Latin — and ' Hun. ' I am galloping along at full speed and leaving all the oth- ers — except ' Hun. ' — out of sight. I could call up many interesting tilings that have happened here, but I must leave space on this page for ' Hun. ' Of course Hun. (her company name is Helen Allison) came next. There could be no room for any one else to come between. Her story runneth thus : I haven ' t room to write much ; but if you know the la.st two years of Clyde ' s experience here, you know- mine. I came to Davenport last year and entered the Junior Class, determined to get as much out of it as I could. I got ' Coz., ' and I am very well satisfied. I don ' t think I could manage any more very easily. Next came Annie Nolley, the youngest of the class. She says: There are a great many things that have happened since I entered Davenport as a Sophomore that I might record ; but I think the most important is my learning during the first two years that ' there is always room at the front, ' especially in the study hall. I owe Miss Parker many thanks for teaching me. I even advanced so far to the front one day as to take her place. On the next page there was some writing that looked very interesting- — I mean it would have been interesting to one who is fond 21

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Some Statistics NAME Fworllt Eipreisign NhrSheCimeloCellage What She Talks About Opinion of Boyt Clilal Occupation | Chiractirlitlc Helen Allison. ' ■ Why. Coz, ' ' Cause sister did. Next summer. ' ' ngeU° ' P ' i ' S »» ' Lovablenew. ClydeThomas. Where ' s Stacy? To get a letter from G— Hun. Can ' t find out. Singing alto. Attractiveness. Esther Bbown. ' Awfully bashful. To change cars in Hickory. Telegrams. They won t do to Going to dress- i..i„i„... trust, maker ' s. Pnssinejs. Margakbt Newell. Do you believe that ? ■ ' To get Moore knowledge. Bachelora. No good until past Holding her eye- n „i-. forty-five. glasses on. Onginal.ty. Annie Nolley. And-duh. To entertain the Freshmen. Auhnf Willie. Too bashful. Memorizing. Blithesomeness. Stella Owenbv. Why, of course. To bring the styles. •• Everette. They ' re all right. Selling stamps. Agreeableness. EDJ.A HOLSCLAW. ' Why. gjrls, I ' m sur- pnsed at you ! To get a-oranee. Him. Only one forme. Studying. Dignity. Dora Tuttle. ' Margaret said lo. To go home on short Her ponies. ' Hasn ' t any. Explaining Trig. Quietness. Henrietta Mont- Nobody knows Nothing. ' ' SSr.ll. ' ' : ' ! R—edness. Helen Shell. No. I won ' t. ' Cause she didn ' t have to leave home. Off-hand En glish talks. All flirts. 1 Walking. ' Argumentativeness. Ethel Terrell. ■ ' I ' m groing homer ' To gets slasspin. Her nephews. | ' ' Tofs M righr ! Writing poetry. Gracefulness.

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of shid3ang curiosities. I knew at once that it was Margaret JJewell ' s But 1 had to excuse the had writing, because she had just recently bought a pair of nose glasses, and, of course, she couldn ' t help it. But if I couldn ' t read the writing, I could at least read between the lines. I saw there that Margaret had never regretted tliat she came to Davenport three years ago, even if she had never had a greater pleasure than that gained from springing all kinds of questions on the teachers, on all classes, and at the most unex- pected places. Her chief delight in her Senior work seemed to have been to debate psychological and ethical questions with the class, and even with Dr. Weaver. She failed to say how she always came out. The writer who followed JIargarot was Esther Brown. Of couise we always listen willingly to those who have had wide experi- ence — at least who have had time for it. Here is what she says : Do not think I am vain when I tell you that when I came to Davenport in 1904, everybody thought I was one of the faculty. I hesitated about telling them all Ijetter, because I really enjoyed it; but at last I had to give it up and take upon me the appearance — as much as I could — of a simple schoolgirl. After I once became used to it, it was all very easy; and this year I have had to associate with Ethel almost constantly in order to keep before my mind the fact that I belonged to an important part of Davenport — the Senior Class — else I might have given the impression to those not well acquainted with me that I was a Freshman. Of course Ethel followed Esther. This is what she said : You may judge how I started out with my work in my Sophomore year from the fact that the first day I came to school Miss Parker thought I was a visitor. I kept pulling, however; and by the time I was a Senior, I had enough energy to pull against the whole class and at last have my way. How I rejoiced when the class decided to get pins instead of rings 1 I don ' t know of anrthing else that I remember with more pleasure. When I came to the next, I was not greatly surprised to see that, instead of Helen Shell ' s clear, steady handwriting, the letters were all twisted and turned in every direction. I knew she had not fully recovered from the terrible shock she had received upon the announcement that the class would get pins. She and Ethel had gone through a long struggle. No wonder her writing was uot plain. Here, however, is what I managed to make out of it : If you want to know when I started to school at Davenport, you will have to search the old registers for not more than ten years back. I don ' t believe I could call up the date for you without a great deal of trouble. I have been studying here longer than most of the other members of the class, but I can assure you that I have never spent a more pleasant year than this last one. Why, when I think of all those formulas in Trigonometry and all that Horace and scanning in Virgil, I think — well, I wonder if there will ever be another one like it. I can just see Stella Owenby coming in, as if she intended to go all the way in one day, and bouncing up to the desk. There,