Davenport College - Galax Yearbook (Lenoir, NC)

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AFTER GRADUATION, WHAT?

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after she puts down two or three ledgers and some other articles, she goes to work in her usual businesslike manner, and this is the result : I came to Davenport in 1903, and entered a class then known as the jealous enemy of the Juniors and the greatly-to-be- feared superior (in its own estimation) of the Freshmen, but now recognized as the friend of all classes, conditions, and sizes of girls who will render homage to it. We certainly thought when we were Juniors that we should deserve all the Senior honors or privileges that might be bestowed upon us, especially after that reception we gave the graduating class last year. Although there was no noticeable increase in our pompadours, yet we thought we had done something truly wonderful for so young a class. But that has all faded away into insignificance since we have found this year how much greater things we can do — how many e.xamina- tions we can stand and what good essays we can write on psychological subjects. Do you see how loyal Stella is to the class? She counts its history liers, and does not give an account of her individual experience. But you may know that she has taken an active part, especially in examinations. The next one was Dora Tuttle, who goes home every Saturday — whether to see mamma and papa or to get fresh inspiration for the new week, we do not know. She says: I have followed this class from Freshman to Senior, and I must say that the most delight- ful and pleasing events have been the class socials, which have always happened on Saturday night. The others have given such glowing accounts of them that I feel that I have not missed much — I mean that 1 have received the benefit from them through the rest of the class. Dora was foHowed by Henrietta Montgomery, the demure and dignified. She had to come from her home in town, and was a little late. Being naturally silent, and also out of breath from walking up the hill so hurriedly, she did not write much. She says : During all the time I have spent in school at Davenport I have found only one thing that I like better than studying, and that is sitting in the study hall during all those long periods in which I have no classes. So as 1 finished two or three of my Senior studies when I was a Junior, I have found this year very pleasant. Thus rnijs the history ' of our class as it now stands, but it must not close without a word in regard to another member of this year ' s class. On account of illness, Lucy Kankin had to return home and leave her studies. She was a good student, and was doing excellent work. Whatever may have been our record made here, or however little we may have done, we shall all go away with hearts full of love for Davenport and storing up tender memories of the many happy, busy days spent on this old college hill. It has been here that we have received the inspiration and training that will help us in the years to come. Edna Lee Holsolaw. 23

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Prophecy of Senior Class HHE true prophet must know the facts of the past as well as tlie visions of the future, for by the past the future is known. To the seer the gold of the dawn foretells the purple robe that will enshroud the dying day. In a little while the prophet and those whom the prophecy most concerns drop behind tlie rim of the horizon, and prophecy becomes history. Wliile the burden is upon us, the lives of our classmates are all enrolled in the present, and it is given unto us to see the end of our days. Twelve disciples are to leave Davenport for the wide-open world and its work. The sadness of the past is made of its joys, and other days are full of hope. Cap and gown must now be laid away, to he succeeded by the conventional house dress girded with an apron string; curl papers will now be worn with impunity; the hair will be dressed in the lazy afternoon; the muses will hang their harps upon the willow trees that grow by the streams of forgetfulness. The classics may bawl their frenzied orations to the listeners of the long ago. We bid them all a long adieu. The fond hopes of great careers are buried beneath blurred daubs of paint down in the sepulcher of the art room. The funeral dirge is lieard in the recital to which you have turned the aching ear, and to-night old Anthony holds the cloak of his dead master before the howling mob, with no power to wake the Caesax that was stabbed by his friends. The wonderful power with which we are clothed for one short hour must give us — pause. Whatever is to be will be. Nemesis stands with dagger drawn to punish the impiety of those who disbelieve. Charity begins at home. So Miss Helen Eeid Shell is the first to project herself, like some blazing meteor, across the line of pro- phetic vision. From her reticent nature, we know she will fulfill her day.s as a trained angel of mercy in the hospital soon to be erected for the weary sons of rest. May she have more than a passing interest in this new sphere. Our baby shall be next — little Annie Pryor Nolley, the fairy of our class. To be or not to be an elocutionist must be decided in the affirmative. Through the classic shades of old Virginia, Melpomene will lead her on to gi ' eatness. Helen Coiner Allison shall just be plain little Hun. all the way. Her favorite songs will continue to be The Campbells are 25