Davenport College - Galax Yearbook (Lenoir, NC)

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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-

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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.

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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 :