Davenport College - Galax Yearbook (Lenoir, NC)

Text from Pages 1 - 128 of the 1909 volume:

THE GALAX VOLUME IV PUBLISHED BY THE SENIOR CLASS OF DAVENPORT COLLEGE LENOIR. NORTH CAROLINA To MR. J. L. NELSON As a small token of appreciation for his faithful service rendered Daven- port College while a member of theBoardof Trustees dur- ing a period of almost a quarter of a cen- tury, this volume- is respectfully dedicated MR. J. L. NELSON Foreword of Editors •jy IND FRIENDS, here is our Annual. Take it, read it, IV and criticize it, — as leniently as possible. Of course it has been our aim to get out a good Annual— one that you will enjoy when looking over its pages. We hope it will bring pleasant memories of the past to those connected with the school, and that it will give to those who are not an idea of what we do here in college. We are grateful to all who in any way have helped in the preparation of this volume. Especially do we wish to thank Mamie Slagle, Lola Price, Sadie Downum, Annie Shepherd, Elizabeth Shepherd, and Jennie Osborne for so kindly making the pen-sketches for us. Editors and Reporters LIZZIE OSBORNE ----- Editor-in-Chief PEARL ABERNETHY - Business Manager Reporters Bryte Bess Jennie Price Fannie Fain Mamie Slagle Alma Holtzclaw Lizzie Wrenn Elsie Lefler Sadie Downum Faculty CHARLES C. WEAVER, President (A. B., Trinity College; Ph. D., Johns Hopkins University) Philosophy, History ami Bible MISS LIZZIE D. PARKER, Lady principal (Greensboro Female College; University of North Carolina) Latin MISS LOIS A. GODBEY, B. S.. (Vanderbilt University) Mathematics MISS NELLIE IRENE McNUTT, A. B., (Woman ' s College, Baltimore) Science MISS MAY WRENN, A. B., (Trinity College) English MISS OLIVE VICTORIA BOWER, B. O.. (Cummock School of Oratory) Elocution MISS EMMA P. CARR, (Marion Female College; Cincinnati School of Art; New York City) Art MISS ANNIE SHEARER, (Davenport College) Intermediate Department MISS ELIZABETH NORWOOD, (Athens Female College, Florence Synodical Female College, State Nor- mal of Georgia) Primary  . -U- DEPARTMENT OF MUSIC PROP. F. A. NUNVAR (Berlin, Leipsic, Munich) Director MISS MARGARET TAYLOR, (Springfield Normal College, Drury College of Music) Piano MISS LUCILE GOODE, (Davenport College) Piano MISS MAUDE RUSMISELL, (W. Va. Wesleyan College, Ithaca Conservatory of Music, Baltimore Peabody Conservatory) Voice The College Song Let us join a glad refrain, Let us make the welkin ring, While old Davenport we praise. Let the days be foul or clear, We have nothing now to fear, For life ' s roses bloom in happy college days. Banded today in love we are, Sadly at last will part; Love with a kind and holy hand, Locks memories in each heart. In the coming days of life, If earth ' s sorrows dim the light, Let us all these memories keep; May no tears of vain regret, Hide fair visions from our sight, While the notes of joy through every heart shall sweep. Banded at last in love we ' ll die, Tho ' we be far apart; Love with a kind and holy hand Locks memories in each heart; Love with a kind and holy hand Locks memories in my heart.  . Senior Class Motto The hills are behind us, the mountains are beyond Flower Colors Violet old gold and black Yell Rah! Rah! Rah! Rah! Rah! Rah! We are it! Who says no? Rixy Rah! Rixy Rine! Seniors! Seniors! ! 1909! ! ! OFFICERS Jennie Price President Fannie Fain - Vice-President Sadie Downum - - - Secretary-Treasurer Lizzie Osborne - Historian Alma Holtzclaw ------ p oe t Pearl Abernethy - Prophet PEARL ABERNETHY I value Latin— none could prize it more Prophet of Senior Class ' 09 Business Manager of The Galax, ' 09 Critic and Censor of Henry Timrod Society. ' 09 SADIE DOWNUM Whence ia thy learning? Hath thy toil O ' er books consumed the midnight oil Secretary and Treasurer of Senior Class. ' 0! Treasurer of Junior Class, 08 Historian of Sophomore Class. ' 07 Secretary of Sidney Lanier society. ' 07 XT FANNIE FAIN I take posession of man ' s mind: Vice-President of Senior Class. ' 09 President of Henry Timrod Society. ' 08 Vice-President of Freshman Class. ' 05 Vice-President of Sophomore Claaa. 06 ALMA HOLTZCLAW Judge thou me by what I am. Poet of Senior Class. ' 09 Treasurer of Y. W. C. A.. ' 08 Vice-President of Henry Timrod Society. ' 0 Treasurer of Henry Timrod Society, ' 07 LIZZIE OSBORNE To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield ' Vice-President of Henry Timrod Society. ' 07 President of Henry Timrod Society, 09 President of Junior Class, ' 08 Historian of Senior Class. ' 09 Editor-in-chief of The Galax, 09 Secretary of Henry Timrod Society. 09 JENNIE PRICE ' ! have taken all knowledge to be my province. ' President of Senior Class. ' 09 Historian of Junior Class, 08 President of Henry Timrod Society, ' 09 Critic and Censor of Henry Timrod Society. ' 09 SADIE DOWNUM Graduate in Piano and Elocution CORRIE HONEYCUTT Graduate in Piano Senior Class Poem Our college days are coming to a close. The time is drawing near when we must part, But the future before us brightly glows And we are glad, yea, glad with all our heart That these long years of study will be o ' er. Yet. there comes a feeling that makes us sad, — Just think! The grand old times will be no more, Which often in these sacred walls we ' ve had. Of all who joined beneath the green and white When the four years ' battle was first begun. There now remain but six to end the fight, To share the glory of the vict ' ry won. To the future now we turn our faces, Inspired with hope and sure of great success. As forward we go to take our places In life, nothing shall daunt us, we confess. So, daughters of Nineteen Hundred and Nine, Let us ever strive with this goal in view: That where ' er we are, in whatever clime. To our Alma Mater e ' er to be true. Dear old Davenport, now to thee, farewell! Thy memory shall we always cherish. May fame and honor with thee always dwell, Thy noble influence never perish. Alma Dean Holtzclaw. Senior Class History A CLASS history is always considered a joke; and there is no reason that it should not be. It would be too hard to write a real biography of each member and besides, this is not the historian ' s business. If we were to attempt to tell what people can and have judged for them- selves, it would soon grow more than tiresome. In a place like this we generally know one ' s good deeds as well as their bad deeds. It is not then the serious side of the student ' s life that most of you wish to know, for you can turn to numerous books written on this line, and there find something both in- structive and entertaining. Believing this. I have tried to give you a short sketch of each senior when not at work. Pearl Abernethy is the prophet of the class; judge her for yourself. She is proud of the fact that she asks more questions than anyone in class, and never lets an opportunity pass when she can stump a teacher. On Zoology Pearl asked Miss McNut how far the snake-feeder could see. Miss Mc- Nutt replied, I don ' t know, Pearl, I have never been a snake- feeder Pearl is an ardent admirer of the Latin language and be- lieves that all inscriptions for tombstones should be written in that language. Sadie Downum is a preacher ' s daughter; enough said. Sadie does all of her studying for Tuesday on Monday morn- ing. Could anyone tell us why she does this? It is reported that at the Junior reception last year, she was the cause of two young boys making their first appear- ance in society at Davenport. The Ethics class certainly couldn ' t do without Sadie, al- though she did start at the back of the book to get her first lesson. No one in class makes her definitions as short as Sadie does; for example when asked to define right, Sadie replied, Right is right. Fannie Fain is something: no one knows exactly what she is though. She is the author of a book on ' ' How to make a Rise in Analytics, and is very fond of History. Anyone de- siring to get advice or instruction in either of these studies can get it by asking Fannie. Since Fannie finished English last year, she does not have to study it this year. She tries to help the others who have so much trouble with it. One day the English class was complaining because they had to memorize one of Shake- speare ' s sonnets. Fannie.always ready to lend assistance to anyone, spoke up: ' ' If I were you all I would get a book with all his sonnets in it and memorize the shortest one. Alma Holsclaw was a little green when she first came to College. No traces of it are to be seen now. She came to Col- lege to prepare for Matrimony. She has the blues when she thinks of being so far from him. She constantly writes poe- try. A sample of her verse may be interesting: I £o to school So I won ' t be a fool; I hate the teachers But I love the preachers. It has been her highest ambition to go to conference. She says she enjoys seeing the preachers. Jennie Price is the father of the class. May blessings rest on her ancient head. She says she thinks herself to have the most student-like appearance in class. Jennie belongs to the chorus class and can get as much music out of one note as she can out of another . Since she had her picture made for the Annual, she seems to be picture crazy. She has supplied each of her friends with one and has plenty more to dispose of. Friends! Now is your oppor- tunity. Carpe diem. I could not expect this History to meet with the approval of the class without I made mention of the work they have done during the year. To make it plainer I will give you a statement of our account as it stands on the college ledger to-day : Trial Balance of Senior Class- May 27th 1908 Dr. English Composition Hist, and Lit. Note Books Poetry memorized, yds., Vols, of Latin Prose Vols, of Science Sleep lost by early rising, hrs. Headaches from overwork 200 500 Or. Additional Brain weight c Common Sense, grs. Senior Privileges Diplomas Due Lizzie Osborne Prophecy of the Senior Class |T was a hot summer afternoon, and being- very tired II from my days work, I lay down in my hammock under - the shade of the trees to rest. I was thinking of by- gone days— of the time when I was in school at Davenport. I wondered where all my class-mates were. I hadn ' t seen or heard from any of them for quite a while. Thinking of these things, I fell asleep, and soon a tiny little fairy came to me and said, It has been just exactly twenty-five years today since you left school; would you not like to see all your class-mates once more? I am to be away from Fairyland only a little while, but if you will hurry, I think I can give you a glimpse of them all. ' ' She then gave me a pair of wings and we went flying away through the summer air. Soon we were before an immense building. When I asked why we had stopped here, the little fairy told me that this was Davenport College, where I had spent my school days. And, after looking again, I recognized it; the large columns were still in front of the main building, but the building itself was much larger than when I had seen it last; there were also several buildings for the different departments. There were many pretty walks, and a more beautiful cam- pus I have never seen. I wanted to go through all the build- ings, but we could not tarry. Just as we were about to fly away, I saw a very sedate looking lady passing along one of the walks. All the girls that met her bowed with the great- est respect. Had I not seen that face before? Yes, it was Jennie Price, the President of our class of 1909. She looked much older and wiser, and even more dignified than in for- mer years. Then the fairy told me that Jennie had been Lady Principal of Davenport for ten years and that this school had been more prosperous under her management than ever before. We left the college and, after going about five miles, I heard a familiar voice calling chickens. I looked and saw a large, strong looking woman in a farm yard with a flock of chickens around her. And who is this? I asked my guide. Do you not remember Sadie Downum? she said. I said then that it was Sadie— changed, but still fair. I was very much surprised to find her at this farm house, for I rather expected to see her in some famous Art gallery. She had taught music for awhile and had painted many beautiful pictures also, but five years after her graduation, a wealthy farmer sought her hand and she gave up her music, art, and many other accomplishments and became his wife. I was anxious to see our Historian and Editor-in-chief of The Galax— Lizzie Osborne. I found her in New York City in her library, amid the turmoil of the city, surrounded by books and papers. There was a thoughtful look on her face as she walked to and fro, dictating to her stenographer. The same Lizzie — grown older, but still young of face. The fairy told me that, after her graduation at Radcliffe with the high- est honors, she had made an extensive tour through Europe and that on her return to America, she had become one of the country ' s most famous authors. She seemed very hap- py and forgetful of other interests in her chosen calling. We came back to North Carolina and stopped before a little house, near a church, evidently a parsonage. It was situated among the Blue Ridge mountains and was a lovely place. Through one of the windows of this house, I saw a tall, black-haired woman whom I felt sure I had seen some- where before. Beside her was a large, handsome man. They were looking over the pages of a green book which brought back memories of 1909. I asked my guide to tell me about this couple. She replied, You knew this woman as Alm a Holtzclaw. She and her husband are reading an Annual which their daughter has just brought home from Davenport where she graduated. Then I remembered that Alma had always said she would either give her life to writing poetry or marry a Methodist preacher. She had succeeded in doing the latter only a few years after leaving school, but had nev- er been known to write any poetry since 1909 when she was our Class Poet. There was one more member to see— Fannie Fain. I knew that her early life had been spent in breaking hearts. When we came to a large hospital, I saw a busy looking woman passing from one ward to another, giving orders. This woman ' s face showed marks of worry and care, her hair was streaked with gray. I heard two doctors talking to- gether of some one whom I knew must be Fannie. I couldn ' t understand all they said, but what I heard was this: I am afraid that we are going to lose our head nurse. She has been with us for twelve years and if she does go away it will be a loss indeed. I don ' t think we can ever get any body to fill the place as Miss Fain has. You remember the man who was brought here some time ago so badly injured. It seems that he is an old sweetheart of hers and, after their long separation, from some cause which I have not yet been able to find out, they are to be married. When I awoke the sun was setting behind the moun- tains and my little fairy had left me. Pearl May Abernethy. unior CI ass Color Black and red Motto To be rather than to seem Yell Hokie! Spoke! dokie! dee! Juniors, Juniors of old D. C! Hickity! Spickity, Dickity! den! Seniors, Seniors 1910 ! Flower Red Carnation OFFICERS Louise Arthur Katy York Pauline Phillips Rebecca Smith Louise Arthur Sallie Coppedge Mamie Hoover Julia Kent Lena Lefler Meta McGhee Hazel McAdams President Vice-President Secretary and Treasurer Historian MEMBERS Pauline Phillips Nora Pegues Rebecca Smith Bess Widenhouse Irene Wells Lizzie Wrenn Katy York Junior Class History ■T HREE years ago when we first came to Davenport as ill Freshmen, we brought with us a strong determination ■ to win, and to win gloriously. Although we were the target at which all jokes were aimed, and though we seemed insignificant and were called fresh yet this determination never quite left us, even if we were discouraged at times. It stayed with us even in the frivolities of our Sopho- more year, and now, since we are Juniors, we find ourselves with hands full of work, but with hearts full of the same deter- mined spirit which characterized the first class of which we were members at Davenport. As we look back over the years we have spent in search- ing for that great thing called Knowledge; as we see our- selves now still searching and climbing ever towards the same great goal; as we look into the future and see at last Knowledge standing before us holding out to us her hands full of garlands, and saying with smiling lips: you have won! is it then strange that we should be proud? We are proud (not vain), we have cause to be. We have a class of fourteen members, and we work in harmony. Though we are still far from the goal of our ambition, yet we are patiently trying to do the work of to-day as it should be done, realizing that we must have a firm basis up- on which to do the work of to-morrow. Rebecca Smith Sophomore Class Motto No Labor, No Crown Colors Light Blue and Gold Flowers Forget-me-nots Yell Boom-a-laca, boom-a-laca Sis boom ba, bim-a-laca Bim-a-laca— Rah, rah, rah Boom-a-laca, boom-a-laca Who are we? the 1911 of D. F. C. OFFICERS Mary Bellr Ashe ----._ President Lucy King Vice-President Iva Erwin - Secretary Eunice Parker Treasurer Maude Elliott Historian MEMBERS Mary Belle Ashe Beulah Brock Tommie Baber Fannie Carpenter Bessie Carpenter Gertrude Courtney Iva Erwin Maude Elliott Clara Foard Myra Herman Laura Henkle Sallie Ivey Lucy King Bessie King Pearl Minish Iva McIntosh Elizabeth Penn Eunice Parker Ethel Price Zona Stroup Nellie Sheppard Minnie Sutherland Rose Stacy Mamie Sharp Ethel Long Elsie Lepler History of the Sophomore Class JT HE Sophomore class of nineteen hundred and nine is llL destined to be one of the greatest classes that Daven- ■ port has ever produced. We have twenty-six members in our class, all of whom are remarkably bright considering their advanced ages. We make a specialty of our English work and have made excellent grades on all our work in this line. By studying the lives of great men we have been inspired to climb the ladder of fame so that we will live long after our bodies have returned to dust. We also have several evidences to prove that we are the best class in school. The Juniors are trying to get on the good side of us. The Freshmen are trying to imitate us, and the Seniors even have humbled themselves as much as to ask us to solve quadratic Equations for them. One of our brightest girls who is always ready to ask Dr. Weaver something on Bible recitation wanted to know who was the father of Zebedee ' s children. Our president is very fond of Latin and has a great desire to know as much about it as our Lady Principal, so she is still digging over Collar and Daniel ' s Latin Grammar. The other members of our class, with the motto, ' ' no Labor no crown, stamped on their minds are trying to seek a greater reward than a diploma or medal at Old Davenport. We are all laboring so that when the final day comes we will hear the Lord say, Well done, thou good and faithful ser- vant, thou hast been faithful over a few things, I will make thee ruler over many things; enter thou into the joy of thy Lord. Maude Elliott Freshman Class Motto We will find a way or make one Color Flower Old Rose and Gold Pink Carnation Yell Hickory! Dickory! Stickety ree! Rickety! Rickety! Who are we! Freshmen! Freshmen! of old D. C. ! ! OFFICERS Mamie Miller - President Bryte Bess ■ - Vice-President Sucy Jordan - Secretary Value Fiemster ... - Treasurer Mable Clyde - Historian MEMBERS Bryte Bess Marion Long Kansas Byers Mamie Miller Lula Belle Black Alice Miller Mable Clyde Ida Miller Beulah Clyne Lee Nora Odom Blanch Evans Virginia Patterson Vallie Fiemster Inez Rudisill Octa Goodson Mable Thompson Ollie Gant Pearl Whisnant Cora Ketner Freshman Class History AS a usual thing, a historian of a class claims that the class she represents is the greatest the world ever produced, and she asserts that it has and will do won- ders! Now, we, the Freshmen of nineteen hundred and nine do not claim any such honor. We are only jolly, fun- loving girls— always ready to break some rule and again ready to melt into tears, so sincere is our repentance— if we happen to be caught. But you must not think that we are little insignificant creatures, too timid and babyish to do any work, for we are really quite a remarkable class. That we can do ' most any thing we try, has been proved this year by the fact that we have reversed the usual order of things and humbled the bold, proud Sophs so that they now speak the name of a Freshman with awe and reverence and do not dare utter a word against our class. As for our literary accomplishments! Well! Just ask Dr. Weaver. Naturally, we are very modest, so we do not presume to tell you of the many compliments he has show- ered upon us— lest the other classes get jealous. We leave as a legacy to the next year ' s Freshmen, our indomitable will and courage to overcome all obstacles and to Find a way, or make one. Mabel B. Clyde. Special Class Special Class Motto Blessed is the woman who has found her work Flower Colors Marcheil Neil Rose Navy Blue and Gold Yell Yackity! Yackity! Sis! boom! ba! Specials! Specials! Ra! ra! ra! ! OFFICERS Mamie Slagle Grace Woodward Margaret Rogers - Mae King Gladys McCanless Elizabeth Shepherd Eloise Rudisill Ellen Andrews - President Vice-President - Secretary Treasurer Class Reader Class Artist Class Musician Historian MEMBERS Ellen Andrews dolorese cassells Heloise Cornwell Margie Fain Alma Goode Geneva Gardin Josie Hemby Mae King Mamie Martin Gladsy McCanless Bess Owenby Jennie Osborne Lola Price Ollie Ripple Eloise Rudisill Margaret Rogers Clara Richardson Pansy Sumner Elizabeth Shepherd Annie Shepaerd Mamie Slagle Lois Steele Claude Teeter Grace Woodard Alice Wood Masie McGinn Lillie McGinn Special Class History f N preparing this class history I have read a number of II other ones in search of one that would fit the class of 1909, but have been forced to the conclusion that a his- tory will have to be made to order for this heterogeneous set of girls. When we organized our class in the year 1908 we had only eighteen members, now we have grown to thirty in number. We have grown in grace, beauty and ability also till we feel that we are the most special class at Daven- port. There are so many things that might be said of this class that I cannot say much, but it may be of interest to note some of the faults and virtues of those who make up this class. The first names on my list are Mamie Dickey Slagle and Lola Price. They are distinguishing themselves in Art, and are the only seniors in our class, which fact causes them to feel their importance. Our school will suffer a great loss by not having them with us next year, but Davenport ' s loss will be Chatauqua, New York ' s gain. At least that is the im- pression that is left from their conversations. Margaret Launa Rogers is exceedingly studious. Though somewhat dignified, she is loved by all. Gladys Margaret McCanless bids fair to become famous in Expression. But she often neglects her work in this to count the days, yes, even the hours and minutes until she can go home to her mamma. Alice Carey Wood might accomplish something if she would only stay away from the photographers long enough, but, alas! she thinks it her duty to provide each member of this institution with a likeness of herself, (for the bottom of their trunks, I suppose.) Eloise Tulula Rudisill is the musician of our class. She evidently believes that Silence is golden. Though her schoolmates say they have actually heard her voice as many as half a dozen times during her stay with us. Great is the pity that these words were not taken down at the time, so that they might be recorded in this history. Ollie May Ripple makes letter-writing a specialty, and has been very successful, except when through mistake she sent John ' s letter to her mamma and her mamma ' s letter to John. Pansy Sumner, the flower of the class, may usually be found pouring over a dime novel. If not at this she is spend- ing the time in efforts to beautify her abundance of hair. Emma Mae King devotes her time to painting— pictures I mean. She is fond of studying history too, especially that part concerning Robert E. Lee. Alma Kate King is making a desperate effort to become a famous vocalist, but, alas! too much of her time is spent in sleeping. Annie Leah Shepherd ' s time while among us has been spent in painting horses. She might be termed the Rosa Bonheur of the class. Sarah Elizabeth Shepherd is the portrait painter of the Art class. Mary Grace Woodward ' s most pronounced characteristic is her cheerful disposition. I am sure the Annual would have sold more readily had her likeness appeared on its pages; but before the pictures were taken she had to leave us to spend a while in Morganton -not in a hospital, however, though she has been in a deep study for some time trying to decide whether her future home shall be in Statesville or Lenoir. Dolorese Helen Cassells is very fond of playing the pi- ano. She also has a great habit of neglecting her practice periods and stealing away to the library where she will stay for hours pouring over some of Adam Bede ' s works. In the fertile soil of Davenport ' s broad campus there has grown and flourished a wee, modest, crimson-tipped flow- er, a variety scientifically known as Jennie Gertrude Os- borne. It is a rare specimen, the most peculiar characteris- tic being that its hue at critical moments deepens to a violet red. So rare it is that Miss Parker deems it worthy to be examined occasionally under her all-searching eye. Clara Ellington Richardson takes life easy. Nothing ever worries her, nothing ever hurries her. She believes all things come to those who wait, and several five-pound boxes of candy have come to her. Claude Amelia Teeter and Polly D. Woodham have spent most of their time in changing their rooms and room-mates. Clyde W. Lynch, Laura Louise Lynch, Alma L. Goode and Julia Lois Steele are so opposed to their middle names appearing in public that they asked for them not to be put down. Anyway, time means money, so let us waste no more on them. Should this gifted class of 1909 fail to win recognition in the years that are to come, the fault will not be ours, for we are one and all determined To strive, to seek, to find and not to vield. Ellen Wesley Andrews. MR. M. E. SHELL February 21, 1909 BONNIE BEALL REID March 17, 1909 The Battle of Once Upon a Time Once upon a time, there was a college president who did not want his girls to wear rats, curl their hair nor put paint and powder on their faces. One night after he had made a talk at prayers and abused them most unmercifully, they all decided to avenge themselves of the terrible wrongs the pres- ident had inflicted upon them. Accordingly, after all the girls had gone to bed and were fast asleep, the toilet acces- sories all jumped down from the dressers, where they had been put for the night, and held a conference. Finally it was decided that the powders should summon the others to fight him. So they met in the art room, and went down Taylor, Russmisell and Parker Halls and so on, visiting all the rooms. In some rooms they found almost an army, but when they went to Pansy and Margie ' s room they found no rats; however, the dime novels all rose up in great excite- ment, saying that he had abused them more than anything else, and that they wanted to take this opportunity to avenge themselves. The soldiers, being a kind of decent little folk, would not allow such creatures as dime novels in their army, but still they insisted, saying they could do him more harm than any of the others if they only could get a hold on him. They could poison his mind so that he would not be fit for a servant in a college. Now this was a great temptation, but they resisted, partly from fear of defeat, knowing that they could not gain the victory with such filthy creatures in the army. So the dime novel tribe betook themselves to their abode in great rage. Then some more of the president ' s en- emies rose up and wanted to go, but the soldiers marched bravely out, leaving them in a towering rage. They went to Byers ' and Elliott ' s rooms, calling so loudly for rats that these two demure damsels got up and scatted them out. While the solemn silence of midnight was over all the earth, and every creature except misery, night-hawks and guilty consciences, were asleep, they marched down to the president ' s house, after a ceremony, each taking oath to kill him or make him promise never to persecute them again. General Massage Cream Jar was in the lead, stately and dig- nified; next in order was the knight Mennen ' s Talcum Pow- der, the noble cold cream, and then the common soldiers, rats, pins, combs, etc. At last they arrived at the presi- dent ' s bed room window, which was up and the shutters open. Here they were in a quandary. How to get in with- out disturbing his wife was more than they could tell; for, as we have intimated before, they are woman ' s best friends. General Massage Cream Jar looked at his soldiers for ad- vice. They soon arrived at a conclusion and crept stealthily into the room and found the good president fast asleep and snoring musically. They took hair ribbons, switches and curls and bound him fast to his bed without arousing him in the least. Then they all began tormenting him; they stamped him, stuck him with stick-pins and hat pins, and at last he awoke much wounded. For a long time he was obstinate and would not beg to them, but they poured massage cream down his throat, and put it on him, put powder in his eyes and ears, poured per- fume on him, put red paint on his face and hair dye on his hair, and Lord Curling Iron curled it up into little wiry kinks. At this time his wife ' s toilet articles arrived to help them. Now this was more than the good president could bear, and, thinking he surely would be killed, begged desperately for his life, promising never to abuse them again. At this they released him and went back to their respective places of abode. From that day till this he has never fully recovered from the sad defeat. His hair is still curly, and, from the effects of the dye, has not become gray lo these many years. He is fat and clumsy, and sometimes lame, and his face still turns red at times. But at this time he is a dearly beloved college president, with a smiling face and a jolly, pleasant word for everyone. Elizabeth Shepherd. Henry Timrod Literary Society Motto Fiat lux Flower Colors Daisy Yellow and White OFFICERS Ellen Andrews President CORRIE HONEYCUTT Vice-President Lizzie Osborne Secretary Rose Stacy Treasurer Pearl Abernethy Critic and Censor Jennie Osborne - Hall Marshal Bessie King - Chaplain MEMBERS Ellen Andrews Robena McIntosh Pearl Abernethy Alice Miller Tommie Baber Masie Mcginn Bryte Bess Lillie Mcginn Kansas byers Meta McGhee Lula Belle Black Mamie Martin Heloise Cornwell Stella McGhee Mabel CLyde Gladys McCanless Bess Carpenter Lizzie Osborne Dolorese Cassells Jennie Osborne Fannie Fain Lola Price Alma Goode Jennie Price Octa Googson Ethel Price Laura Henkle Nora Pegues CORRIE HONEYCUTT Virginia Patterson Josie Hemby Elizabeth Penn Alma Holtzclaw Eloise Rudisill Myra Herman Inez Rudisill Lillian Harrill Rose Stacy Alma King Minnie Sutherland Bessie King Zona Stroup Lucy King Claude Teeter Lena Lefler Irene Wells ELSie Lefler Alice Wood Ethel Long Katie York Iva McLnosh Sidney Lanier Literay Society Flower Red Rose Motto Loyalty, Fraternity, Fidelity Grace Woodward Pauline Phillips Eunice Parker - Margaret Rogers Iva Ervin Sallie Coppedge Lucy Jordan Colors Red and White OFFICERS President Vice-President Secretary Treasurer Critic and Censor Chaplain Hall Marshal MEMBERS Louise Arthur Mary Belle Ashe Beulah Brock Nannie Bailey Bertha Bailey Sallie Coppedge Fannie Carpenter Sadie Downum Gertrude Courtney Maude Elliot Iva Ervin Clara Foard Vallie Fiemster Geneva Gardin Ollie Gant Mamie Hoover Sallie Ivey Lucy Jordan Julia Kent Cora Ketnek Marion Long Pearl Minish Rena Munday Lee Nora Odom Eunice Parker Pauline Phillips Dinah Reid Margaret Rogers Clara RicHARDSon Ollie Ripple Lois Steele Mamie Sharpe Pansey Sumner Mamie Slagle Bessie Storie Nellie Shepherd Rebecca Smith Manie Teeter Lizzie Wrenn Polly Woodham Louise Lynch Grace Woodward Clyde Lynch Mabel Thompson Hazel McAdams i that they might have life, and that they might have i Y. W. C. A. Officers Mamie Slaglb Louise Arthur Margaret Rogers Alma Holtzclaw Eunice Parker Tommie Baber Grace Woodward Jennie Price President Vice-President Recording Secretary - Treasurer Corresponding Secretary Chra. of Devotional Com. Chm. Social Committee Chm. Missionary Com. Officers of Missionary Society Grace Woodward Louise Arthur Mamie Slable Tommie Baber Miss Wrenn President Vice-President - Secretary - Treasurer Lady Manager Thalian Dramatic Club Motto Italia Trans Alpes Pati-t Color Flower Royal purple and white Narcissus OFFICERS Katy York ------ President Mae King - Vice-President Gladys McCanless ...•-. Treasurer Clyde Lynch ----- Secretary MEMBERS Katy Wells York Claude A. Teeter Emma Mae King Laura Louise Lynch Gladys McCanless Sadie K. Downum Marion S. Long Alice Wood Clyde Winstead Lynch Art Class Motto .4 purpose is the eternal condition of success Flower Color Pansy Purple and gold OFFICERS Lola Price - - President Minnie Sutherland Vice-President Mae King Secrtary Treasurer Jennie Osborne Historian MEMBERS Ellen Andrews Miss Carrie Rusmisell Douglass Bernhardt Margaret Rogers Matt Bernhardt Clara Richardson Mrs. Craddock Miss Rumisell Sadie downum Mamie Slagle Lizzie Fuller Lois Steele Maude Hartley Elizabeth Shepherd Mamie Hoover Annie Shepherd Mae King Minnie Sutherland Louise Lynch Claude Teeter Mrs. Nunvar Ida Wiley Jennie Osborne Miss Wrenn Lola Price James Weaver, Jr. THivr ThEOEST o. «. CoLLM is THE tfTW Do EA Trt e WosTuwoir T i E Ooi« tT A V HE. l E.OTmT i i n«jr The artl-w sBhw TH-ty TD NT PEno T(,E.rTlME ' i -c e- v T  tiEL c ,..THr_£ NjrJCU ss M o w Tii - T. G A. Club Motto Never leave when you can stay Flower Violet Colors Dark blue and white Hours of Operation When others are asleep MEMBERS Elizabeth Penn - Stella McGhee - Lois Steele Clara Foard President Vice-President Secretary Treasurer Louise Lynch ----- Guard Alma Goode - - - Manager Country Cousins Motto As the wind listeth whither it bloweth So we talketh wherever we goeth Flower Colors Sunflower Blue, green, yellow, pink, red, purple, gray, etc. Favorite Drink Aim Dishwater To visit our city cousins Jennie Osborne MEMBERS Alma King Alice Wood South Carolina Club Motto While I live 1 hope Flower Colors Chrysa nthemuvi MEMBERS Blue and gold Nora Pegues Polly Woodham DOLORESE CASSELLS F. S. P. Club Motto Laugh and the world laughs with you Flower Johny-jump-up Colors Old gold and navy blu SONG— We ain ' t afraid to go home in the dark Place of Meeting— Where least expected Pass-word— Show me the way to go hon OFFICERS •Whitie Sharpe ' Goodie Lynch ' Sassie Jordan ' Jinks Osborne President Vice-President Secretary Treasurer MEMBERS •Birdie Wrenn Reddie McGhee Whitie Sharpe Dumpie Headen ' Goodie Lynch Jack McAdams Reggie Phillips Sassie Jordan •Jinks Osborne Bill Hoover P. N. O. Club Motto Safety lies in silence and in sticking to the perch. Flower Colors The twelve o ' clock Gray and brow,, Pass-word Favorite Dish dnrwoo rhprea Rats on toast Yell Whoo, — whoo, — wlioo, — ltt ' .- alight ! Now we are in for a jolly night! Chic — a — lie — a boom! Who — who — ho ! We are the happy P. N. 0. Aim — Jo keep away from the cat. Place of Meeting-D  ' ( you wish you knew? TIME of Meeting -Promptly at the call of the eagle OFFICERS Bess Widenhouse Grand Hoot Myra Herman - - - - ' Screech Meta McGhee -Spectacle Katie York ------ Eagle MEMBERS Bess Widenhouse Marion Long Pauline Phillips Stella McGhee Zona Stroup Myra Herman- Nora Pegues Heloise Cornweli Meta McGhee Katie York Flower Violet Motto Macon Forever Yell Macon, Macon, nineteen-nine! Colors Lavender and white OFFICERS Mamie Slagle Margaret Rogers Rebecca Smith Mary Belle Ashe - President Vice-President - Secretary Treasurer MEMBERS Mamie Slagle Margaret Rogers Louise Arthur Miss Norwood Mary Belle Ashe Miss Carr Rebecca Smith - -: T ennis Club Colors White and Black Fannie Fain Clara Foard - Eunice Parker OFFICERS President Vice-President Treasurer MEMBERS Clara Foard Fannie Fain Louise Lynch Hazel McAdams Elyzabeth Penn Eunice Parker Rebecca Smith Lois Steele Lizzie Wrenn Polly Woodham Jennie Price Captains of Basket Ball Teams Mary Belle Ashe Ellen Andrews Hazel McAdams Tommie Baber Gladys McCanless - Bess Carpenter Alma Goode Lucy King - Jennie Osborne Pauline Phillips - Pansy Sumner - Captain of Pleiades Captain of Invincible Captain of The Winners - Captain of Excelsior ' - Captain of Superior - Captain of Beau-nots Captain of X Y Z - Captain of The Dixie Captain of Lucky Six Captain of Orion Captain of Tiger ' p i . • i V Address to Undergraduates Friends, Teachers, Classmates, and most particularly Jun- iors, Sophomores and Freshmen: As we, the class of nineteen hundred and nine, are about to bid our schoolmates farewell, we wish first to give to you the benefit of some of our greater knowledge. We know that you are younger and less experienced than we are, and having walked a rocky road ourselves, we are going to see what we can do to make yours smoother. In our experien- ces we have picked up many little tricks which are often useful to us, and as a proof of our unselfishness we are going to pass them on to you. Perchance there may be a morning when, owing to a previous night of dissipation, your lessons may not be as firmly fixed in your minds as usual and some device is needed to smooth over the rough places and hide your sad ignorance. As to the way of doing this, we now give you some parting advice: First, we would warn you always to have your quota- tion. This is positively essential to your peace of mind. Al- though such quotations as Tis long since I have seen a man are often true and appropriate, they do not meet the exacting demands of our English teacher. Occasionally we bring up such quotations as ' ' Do women die of broken hearts? If we carefully arrange so that every member of the class will have a different opinion, we may stay the fire of questions somewhat. It shocks her to hear us flatly con- tradict one another and she needs must settle the matter be- fore continuing the lesson. Our History teacher is sometimes easy to get around and sometimes very difficult. If we can only arrange to have the phone ring once in every five minutes, we are in no im- mediate danger. He is very considerate of the ignorant and will gladly excuse us if we are unable to read. In fact, he has found us so ignorant in some ways that he really ex- pected us to start in our books from the back, since he is sure we would learn as much. We are very lucky if a wagon of freight drives up about lesson time, for then the period passes off serenely. Our Latin teacher is never to be side-tracked. She re- lentlessly inquires as to the construction and derivation of every word in the lesson, while we sit dumb, dreading lest our fate be the same of the beloved Juniors, who being too modest to speak out in the chapel were allowed to recite la- ter in a private room. Our Mathematics teacher is very tender-hearted and sometimes allows herself to be persuaded, but altho ' she has such a yielding manner, when she once sets her head, you can never hope to move it. On examination day one of our Seniors made a dozen or more trips up stairs in order to get an example changed. Our Science teacher is the soul of enthusiasm and she appreciates our inability to take in the hard theory of Phys- ics. Bring up any question and she will gladly explain your doubt away. If you wish to gain still more time, express your entire disbelief of any such truth and she will explain until she drops, in order to bring you to her way of thinking. We sincerely hope that these things which we have found out will benefit you, and in addition, we will leave you a few of our privileges. We leave to the Juniors our privilege of going down street alone and of staying in our rooms during the day. Right here we would warn you. If you are allowed to go to the library at night, on no account must you take your Latin book, and soap is strictly forbidden. If you want to eat soup, eat it in your rooms so as not to alarm the whole house. We also leave the Juniors our caps and robes and the right of being entertained at the Junior reception. To our other schoolmates we leave our good record as a guide for them in future years, and with best wishes for your success, we bid you farewell. Sadie Downum. BULLETIN BOARD I positively will not sell stamps on any day except Monday. Grace. Notice! ! Seniors are request- ed to go to the library every night from seven to ten o ' clock for recreation. Desired — Some one to play paper-dolls with me every Sun- day evening. Alice Wood. Wanted — A police to guard Kentwood on Sunday afternoons to prevent flirting. A single man preferred. Open all doors on cold days that Cald- well county may have the benefit of our steam heat. No company will be allowed to advertise in the Annual two years in succession. Lost — Top of mo- lasses pitcher. Just Received— A book on how to pro- nounce Latin. Sallie Coppedge. Lost, Strayed, or Stolen! A list of girls I meant to report. Miss Wrenn. Wanted— A Latin Pony. See me quick. Latin Scholar. Neither a borrower i der be. ■ a len- While eating please do not use curves: they are not graceful. Report of Alumnae Association Our Alumnae Association was organized at commence- ment in 1907, this being the semi-centennial of the college. It has grown steadily in strength and enthusiasm. It has now three scholarships under its supervision, one from Mrs. Geo. Ivey, a member of the Association, a former student, and one of the warmest friends of Davenport; one from Mr. Caleb Dula of New York, in memory of his father, Mr. Sid- ney Dula, one of the first friends of the institution and a pio- neer of Methodism in Lenoir. The other is the scholarship in honor of Mrs. Leila Robey Claywell and supported by the Alumnae Association as a whole. We decided at the last meeting to hang the portraits of the presidents of the college on the walls of the chapel. We are glad to announce satisfactory progress. One portrait is already there— that of Dr. Charles C. Weaver. Others are in the hands of artists now and will be ready for commence- ment. Some of the ladies have shown commendable energy and perseverance. We have a fair enrollment, but would be so glad to have all former students and teachers in the school join us and help in making strong, loyal friends for Davenport, and in preserving the history of her past, the thirst for knowledge she has imparted, the high ideals inspired and the many happy associations enjoyed within her walls and on her grounds. Mrs. M. M. Courtney, Pres. Mrs. J. L. Nelson, Sec. V The College Pessimist Nothing to do but study, Nothing to study but books; Nothing to wear round your neck but white, To try to improve your looks. Nowhere to go but walking At five o ' clock each day. Nothing to do but rubber At those you meet on the way. Nothing to eat but ' taters At breakfast, supper and noon. Nowhere to sit but in chapel From September until June. Nothing to hear but too much fuss! When the lights are out and you speak. Nothing to break but the same old rules And then be campused a week. Nothing to write but papers, So why buy stamps at nine? No one to see but each other. No where to fall but in line. Juniors, Seniors, Sophs and Fresh Have nowhere to come but to classes. Nothing to sing but do re me, Nothing to look through but glasses. Nowhere to get permissions But the chapel at half past three. Nothing to answer but questions Miss Parker always asks me. The questions are as follows: Have you been from your room at night? Have you been to the kitchen lately? Have you been burning a light? And so forever and ever There are things we cannot do; And there are things that we can never Think of telling you. R. S. Heart ' s Desire Mae King— TV) see Miss Yessum. Lizzie Wrenn — To keep Sister posted. Jennie Osborne — To go to Asheville again. Stella McGhee — To eat at Miss Parker ' s table. Clara Foard — To call the mail. Marion Long— To be with Miss Boiuer. Polly Woodham — To finish reading Pilgrim ' s Progress. Fannie Fain — To go after the mail. Sallie Coppedge — To pronounce Latin correctly. Eunice Parker — Some body to court her. Dolorese Cassells— To lay all jokes aside. Pansy Sumner— To hear from Grover. Rebecca Smith — To get a pennant nice enough to send to Jimmie Lois Steele — To carry the teacher ' s mail. Ellen Andrews— To quote all the poetry she has me morized.. Hazel McAdams — To let people know she is a cousin of one of the teachers. Student body — To get excellent on English. Katie York— To bark. Iva Mcintosh— To be first in the dining-roo-m. Alma Holtzclaw— To go to Aunt Emma ' s. Lucy Jordan— To look pretty. Hazel McAdams I ™ , , ■ ■ Katie York To have mrl  hair - Ethel Long — To overtake a snail. Elizabeth Penn— To let everybody know how many Christmas presents she got. Lola Price I To get all the information possible about Mamie Slagle I Iamb-chops. College Dictionary A Accident— To be caught in the infirmary by a teacher. Art Room— Cold storage plant. B Bust — A mental explosion. c Class Meeting— Place where the seniors meet to (dis)cuss Annual work, etc. Chapel— A place where girls study (?) D Diploma— Tis a roll devoutly to be wished. E English— An unknown language (see Miss Wrenn) Examination— Ay, there ' s the rub! Excuse from Church— Slight headache. F Frost— A lingual preparation used to cover the heads of dis- obedient pupils. Faculty— Honey-bees. G Grits— (see hominy) Green— The campus and its inhabitants. Girls from Franklin— Privileged characters. H Hash— ? Hurry- Iva Mcintosh. Hominy— (see grits) I I -Ego. J Juniors— Much Ado About Nothing. K Kitchen— The place to go when you get hungry, (provided no teachers are watching) Kentwood— A path near the colloge noted for its beautiful scenery. L Lecture— A talk on fashions, etc., usually delivered at prayers. Library— Abode of the Seniors. M MAN— Seen things are sweet, but those unseen are sweet- er. (note, we see girls every day). N Nothing— Nuisance— Teacher. P Pony— A very present help in time of trouble. ' Phone— Public property. Q Questions— Things asked by inquisitive teachers. R Rat— A miniature life-preserver. Reporters— Various teachers. S Seniors— Occupants of the library. T Teacher— A nuisance. U Uniform— Blue coat suit, white waist and variegated collar. V Vacation— When the college is vacant. W Work— Getting ads for the Annual. Y } Hash. zj COLLEGE GIRL ' S NIGHTMARE A Strange Adventure Somewhere among the mountains of Western North Car- olina is a dense wood, extending over about fifty acres of land. So dense it is that no one has ever been able to penetrate its depths. Tangled brush and underwood intertwine so that all passing is prevented and, on account of some very queer noises frequently heard, the superstitious folk round about whisper that it is haunted. Now three adventurous boys, just out of college, decided that it would be great fun to camp out in that dark, dismal place and explore a little. Of course they did not believe tales about the bottomless well, the pitfalls, and snares, and the awful noises that were heard in the forest and they hop- ed by their investigations to prove to the ignorant people that their fears were groundless. Accordingly, on the ninth day of June, Thomas Nelson, Richard Fenton, and Henry Wallace, known to each other and to their friends as Tom, Dick, and Harry, brought all their camping outfit and set up their tent just on the edge of the wood. You may not think this act very brave, but if you will consider that tho ' the boys had been in college and had seen a good deal of the world, they had spent all their childhood among mountain people who were somewhat superstitious and were afraid of spirits, you will change your mind about it, surely and call the boys plucky. Then too, there were no houses nearer than two miles from the camping ground and if anything had been needed, it would have been some little time before they could get it there. But the young men were bent on having a good time hunting and possibly fishing, if they should find a place, so they entered upon their adventure in high glee. They sat around the camp fire that night and talked over the good old times they had had in school. How they, as Freshmen had been hazed by the Sophomores and how they had played pranks on the teachers. Finally Dick, taking out his watch said, Boys, it lacks about a minute of being twelve o ' clock. We must get to sleep, if we do all we have planned for tomorrow. Just then, the most unearthy scream ever heard by mortal ears, rent the air and disturbed their midnight conversation. The boys sprang to their feet, but as they saw nothing and the scream was not repeated, they concluded to roll up in their blankets and wait until day light came to investigate. A week had passed since that first night of camping, when the jolly campers were so frightened by that shriek. They had heard it every night just at twelve o ' clock and had up to this time found no clue to the mystery. On this night after they had fried their bacon over the coals, they were sitting around eating their supper and telling each other what they had done during the day, for each one always went in a different direction from the o thers in hope of finding something new. ' Boys , said Tom, I ' ve found something truly interes- ting today, At this beginning Dick and Harry roused up and listened intently to what Tom would say. ' ' I was wandering around near that old pit over on the east side where we killed that big rattler the other day and I saw a kind of opening in the briers. It was small, but I crawled under them for about twenty yards when it opened out into a beaten trial! Oh! don ' t look so startled, if it is the first path you ' ve heard tell of in this wood, for I tell you I saw it as plain a day. I went along cautiously for I feared that I might come upon some highway-man or robber. I had never thought of the wood hiding a gambling den, or any- thing of the sort, until I saw that path, which looks like it is traveled every day. Had you all thought of it? No! not till you mentioned it, but I firmly believe now that is just the case and that we will have to kill a few thieves, etc. Oh, won ' t that be jolly! and our names will get into the papers for being so brave, and— Oh! Harry! Harry! do hush your nonsense. You are so quick to jump at conclusions, said Tom. Let ' s go to sleep and we ' ll go and find out all about it tomorrow. Tom, I ' m going to glance over this newspaper while you and Harry finish breakfast, said Dick, and then will be ready ,to go to that place and begin in earnest our explora- tions. ' ' Lazy Dick! said Harry, but we don ' t care. Some of us must keep up with the news while we are in this out of the way place. ' ' ' ' Listen here, boys ' ' ! and Dick read the following! ' ' About four years ago a man by the name of Ralph Nichols accident- ly injured Mr. Joseph Hoyt of this town and at the time it was thought fatal. Mr. Nichols, overwhelmed by the shame and grief, took his little daughter Aileen and disappeared. He has never been heard from since. A short time ago a rich uncle of Mr. Nichols died, leaving him his entire fortune. A snug little sum will be paid by Mr. Hoyt to anyone who can find the missing man, as the lawyers are very much troubled over what to do with the money. ' ' Breakfast is waiting, throw down that trash and come on said Harry. But, altho ' Dick did as he was advised his thoughts kept turning back to the newspaper item. He won- dered how a man could bury himself so far away from social life that he would not respond to this. ' ' Be careful, boys. Those briers might conceal a mate to that old rattler, for all you know, said prudent Tom. But the boys were hot with excitement now and it would have taken more than a rattle-snake to cool them down. At last after getting scratched a good deal they emerged into the path that Tom had told them about and, adjusting their knapsacks and guns, they began walking at a quick pace until they came to a fork of the road. Here they hesi- tated, not knowing wnich was the way they should go. Oh well, said Dick impatiently, we ' ll want to ex- plore both paths anyway, let ' s take the right first . So it was settled and they journeyed on. Wonder where in thunder this crazy old pig trail does lead to! said Harry, wiping the beads of perspiration off his forehead. ' ' Like as not. it is only made by some wild animal, and we won ' t find any robbers to kill after all. Oh, look, Harry, cried Dick excitedly. Yonder, thro ' that opening I see an old shed. Let ' s go to it at once and see if it will throw any light on our search. It looks as if it might be a barn of some sort. But the shed revealed nothing to them, when they reach- ed it, for there was no sign of life about it. Then suddenly, Tom, who was cooler-headed than the other two, spied a piece of paper in a crack and hastily snatching it out to read: ' ' If anyone should ever happen to come this way, and should happen to find this paper, let him follow the path at the back of the shed until he comes to this house. I am miser- able, will not the finder of this poor little note be my rescuer from this almost prison? Here the paper was torn and he could not see the name, but he stood pondering over the bit of paper till Dick and Harry read it. Needless to say they were even more excited than Tom. Heavens! exclaimed that worthy, just think of any one being hidden away in this dreary corner of the earth away from civilization! Don ' t it beat the Jews? After debating a little they concluded to follow the men- tioned way and see what it did lead to. They had not gone far when suddenly they came upon a log house. It was such a surprise to them that they drew back for a consultation before going on. I say, Tom, what are you going to do about it, old boy? inquired Dick, who had been very quiet and thoughtful for several moments. Do you suppose that note could have been written by the girl I was reading about in that old paper this morning? Let ' s see, her name was Aileen Nichols, but pshaw! of course the two have no connection. Suppose that cabin is the home of thieves! whew! I ' m almost afraid to go on. They might be more than a match for us. Possibly that note was to lure us here. Well, I ' m going! cried hot-headed Harry, and I ' m going to rescue the lovely Aileen from the hand of her severe old Daddy, then I ' ll woo her and I ' ll marry her. Harry was only twenty, so his youth pleads for his nonsense. Tom, the real leader among the adventurers, had been thinking over what was best to be done. Finally he said, I wish to good- ness you kids would stop your everlasting jabber and talk some sense! I don ' t see any signs of life wh atever about the house and it may be only some former huntsman ' s camp. As for your theory, Dick, I haven ' t any idea that such a being as Aileen Nichols ever lived, and if she did she couldn ' t be here, and even if she were here there is no hope of her marry- ing such a coward as you, nor such a silly as you, Harry! The place might hold a gambler ' s den or something of the sort, but I don ' t believe it. However, let us go and find out what it really is. We are foolish to stand here so long. ' ' Accordingly, they walked boldly up to the cabin, which was a four-roomed log building, and knocked. No answer came so they knocked once more. Then, to their utter as- tonishment the door creaked back on its rusty hinges and they saw that the hut was occupied— yes, actually someone was living in it then! When the door first opened the boys were too dazed to see clearly but finally they pulled their wits together and they saw that the occupants were a man and a girl! The man, middle-aged, tho ' prematurely old, for his hair was white, was cowering in one corner and as Tom stepped into the room he cried, Oh! Officer! it was unintentional! Don ' t carry me to jail! what would become of my little Aileen! Oh! Joseph! Joseph! God knows I wouldn ' t have killed any man, much less my bosom friend! Man alive! what in creation do you mean! Aileen! Joseph! kill! My God! Dick was right after all! exclaimed Tom. Then, by degrees he calmed poor Mr. Nichols for it was really he, and told him who they were and all he knew about the newspaper item. At first Mr. Nichols could hardly believe the good news and he kept saying over to himself: Joseph! alive! and I ' m not disgraced! Thank God! But at last Tom convinced him of the truth and asked him to tell him his story. Mr. Nichols called Aileen, a lovely girl of about eigh- teen years, who came from the room where she had been tell- ing Dick and Harry her sad little history. She had been in the woods for four years with no companion but her father, who was half crazy with fear and where she dared not leave him alone But she longed for her friends and companions, and she had written that note in hope that some one would find it and come and convine her father of the folly in hid- ing. Mr. Nichols and his daughter were over-whelmed with joy at the idea of leaving their miserable abode, for a civili- zed home, and gladly accompanied the boys back to camp. He told the boys that he had uttered that shriek at midnight every night since he had been there, in hope of frightening away meddlers. Of course the boys camped no more that summer and carried their investigations no further, but went to the town where Aileen lived with her aunt, and there they found better employment for their vacation time than camping. June again, and this time the scene opens, not upon a wood, nor yet a camp, but a church. And if you were inside you could hear the minister say, ' ' Thomas, wilt thou take this woman to be thy wedded wife, to honor, love, and pro- tect her, for better or for worse until death do thee part? And when Tom, for it is our same Tom, murmurs ,,yes and slips the ring upon Aileen ' s slender finger, she looks up into his face with perfect love and trust and we know that they are happy. And what has become of Dick and Harry? Well, Harry found a dear little black eyed girl among the mountains who made him happy by promising to be his wife, and Dick — Oh! he says he is quite contented to be a bachelor as long as he lives. Harry tells him he is just too lazy to want to marry, but Dick thinks single blessedness is the life to suit him. M. C. The Good Teacher Miss Carr is my teacher: I shall not fail. She maketh me to sit straight in my chair: She helpeth me over the hard places. She rebuketh me soundly: She puteth me in the closet of darkness if I scatter paints. Yea, though I have forgotten the colours for the com- plexion of babies, I will ask my teacher, for she is near me: her paint and her brush they remedy all. She maketh me draw casts before all and in the presence of the graduates: she cracketh my head with brushes: my eyes runneth over. Surely drawing and painting shall follow me all my life: And I will paint in the courts of kings forever. E. A. First T ' . e  T A DC A Cc. c.UfcW CU A M n -on-Wie. CI pTT Arvx -Ut- G« c trj C  . ; Jokes Senior: How many brothers and sisters have you? Freshman: I have five sisters besides myself. Cora: Was Solomon the father of David? Mamie: No, Jacob was. Dolorese: I want a good book to read. Librarian: Well, there are some of Dickens ' books. Dolorese: Oh! I ' ve read all his books. Librarian: There are George Elliott ' s, then. Dolorese: Read his too. Librarian: How about Adam Bede? Dolorese: Oh! I have read everything he wrote. New girl: Say, does the heat come up through these plas- tered walls? Dolorese (on Sunday School Class) : Miss McNutt, was the Ark of the Covenant the same ark Noah built? Sophomore (who has been absent from English recitation) : What is our lesson for next time? Another Sophomore: Miss Wrenn said to read the death of Morte D ' Arthur. Senior: Do you want to buy a pennant? Sophomore: I don ' t know, when do we have to wear them? — : Miss Parker, may I go to the tooth dentist? Carrie: Dr. Weaver, there is a blind man out here who wants to see you. ' ' Dr. Weaver: Yes, I expect he would like to see all of us. Miss Wrenn: Decline he. Freshman: He, she, they. Stacy: Mother, an old girl kissed me awhile ago and got flour all over my face. English teacher: Tell something important about Milton. Junior: Oh, let me see! Why, yes, I know; he had a pict- ure made when he was ten years old. Teacher: Girls, tell me some of your grammatical mistakes so I can help you correct them. ' ' Sub-Fresh: Well, I ' ll tell you, I ' ve got a awful badhabitof saying ' hain ' t. ' Hain ' t it wrong to say ' haint? ' The Psalm of College Life Tell me not in care-free numbers, College life is but a dream! For the girl will flunk that slumbers, Exams, are not what they seem. Life is business on the Carrfpus! Where you have to do things right. Do just what the teachers tell you, Labor hard from morn till night. Trust no teacher, howe ' er pleasant. Trust for safety behind the bed Act, before the teacher ' s present To cover with frost your guilty head. Lives of hungry girls remind us We should pay no heed to rules. But departing take behind us Light bread to the little fools. Light bread which perhaps another Toiling on through frost and pain Some forlorn and starved out creature Eating shall take heart again. Let us then be up and doing With a heart for any feast. Still a-grabbing, still a-chewing, Enjoy our college days at least. N. P. 41 and what is writ is writ- Would it were worthier! iz Q | everal advertisements now we show F JLjarly to the stores you ought to go F JL ach one that ' s good we have, y ou know seful ads of every kind R JL Xead them all, their names are signed A A JL.I1 the dry goods that you need J r rugs and groceries and garden seed Q Kjee them all and do take heed. i -x If you are interested in The Galax write for Catalogue of DAVENPORT COLLEGE And learn more fully of the work of this school. The one aim of the institution is to place thorough instruction within the reach of All Young Women and under the most fa- vorable surroundings. Address CHAS. C. WEAVER LENOIR, NORTH CAROLINA G. W. P. Harper. Pres. 1 H. Bealu Cashio BANK OF LENOIR Resources over $400,000.00 Places at your disposal its facilities, and invites you to make use of them. Four per cent interest paid, compound- ed quarterly, in our Savings Depart- ment. SCHWARTZ KIRWIN FAUSS If we made it for Gold, it ' s Gold Reliable Manufacturers Class, College and Fraternity Pins Medals, Prizes for Games, etc. 42 Barclay St. Official Jewelers for Davenport College J. E. SMELL DRUGGIST The Place to Meet College Stationery, Artists ' Materials. Nunnanly ' s Candies. H. T. NEWLAND Lenoir, N. C. Fancy Goods Dry Goods Notions Queen Quality Shoes Everything to Eat and Wear G. L. Bernhardt G. W. F. Harper J. C. Seagle G. P. Harper Bernhardt-Seagle Hardware AND Furniture Company PICTURE MAKING ESTABLISHED 1S29 A SPECIALTY LENOIR. N. C. Dr. Kent ' s Drug Store Carries a full line of Stationery, choice Ex- tracts, rare and lasting- Perfumery, Perfumed Soaps, Tooth, Nail and Hair Brushes, Toilet Articles of all kinds. Only fresh and pure Drugs used in filling- prescriptions. Dr. Kent ' s Drug Store, Lenoir, N. C. J. W. SELF J. W. SELF We will suit the hard to suit. If it is something- nice to wear see us. Yery truly yours, J. W. SELF J. W. SELF )d Jones J. W. Whisnant JONES WHISNANT Attorneys at Law Lenoir, North Carolina S. S. JENNINGS fine Groceries Confectioneries, Tobacco, Cigars, Fruits, Nuts, Ice Cream and Oysters in season. First class Bakery attached. Phone 164 LENOIR, TV. C. HENKEL LIVE STOCK COMPANY (INCORPORATED) Dealers in HORSES and MULES, BUGGIES, SUR- REYS, HACKS, WAGONS, SADDLES and HARNESS. Main Office: Statesville, N. C. Branch Offices: Lenoir Hickory, N. C. H. M. TEAGUE Photographer Lenoir, - - - North Carolina C B. McNAIRY, M. D. Phone 111) EDGEMONT INN Edgemont, N. C. 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