Davenport College - Galax Yearbook (Lenoir, NC)

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Senior Class History History, History everywhere Till all we girls do shrink, History, History everywhere Of ours I cannot think. We began our career as students of Davenport College in 1906, at least some of us did. That year was hard. My, but didn ' t we study! In fact there was only one who was able to stand the trials and hardships of the whole year. One went until Christmas and stopped until 1907, while an- other began in the spring term of 1907. Although the Fresh- man class was a large one, only these three remain to tell the tale. We were laughed at by the Sophs for not knowing how to spell beau, criticised by the juniors for not study- ing all the time, and ignored by the Seniors whom we envied. In spite of all this we were noted for being light hearted and fleet of foot-running from teachers on the halls. During a study period at night: Katie. — Bow-wow, bow-wow, meow, meow. Julia. — I do wish you would hush, how do you expect me to square ( +Y) by that formula? Katie. — Hum, I don ' t know, but say, what is the His- tory lesson? Julia. — Contiuning to work her problem, Why-er-why- twice the product of— from the sixteenth the— first and to the twenty eight page. Katie. — Wh-a-t? Julia. — 0 just learn the paragraph headings and you will be safe. Julia, after a short silence. What is the square of one and a half? Katie, promptly, One third. As Sophomores we felt our importance, and when a notice appeared on the bulletin board for a Junior class meet- ing, we immediately posted a notice for a Sophomore class meeting. After school we went to the appointed recitation room. Such a crowd: Rebecca came in reading a letter, Louise followed studying Trents American Literature, then Bess and Katie came arm in arm, Meta, Lena, and Irene came asking, What do we do at a class meeting? and,

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Senior Class Poem To The Clan of Nineteen and Ten To you my class mates whom I long have known, The time has come to say goodby: The tasks are many that before us lie; Ideals that in our hearts have once bet n sown Must wake and blossom for the duties shown. The coming years shall make us fret and groan. But if the days seem dark, then harder try Faithful to be, and keep our ideals high. Of course these years some worthy fruit have borne. But loftier things than these there yet must be. By example alone may we entice Others, to strive for things that are worth while: Only by uprightness will others see That a good record, we have left on file. Nora Pegues.

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Who is going to teach? Nora came last with a dreamy look in her eyes, composing a poem. There were lots of others, but as they did not return to finish with us they are of minor importance. Rebecca: Well, are weallhere? If some one will close the door we will elect the officers. The president had been elected when the door opened and Sallie and Mamie came in each with a roll of music. Rebecca. — Do you want to join the Sophs? Sallie and Mamie. — I dont know, I guess so. Rebecca. — Why didn ' t you come sooner? The pres- ident has been elected. Sallie. — I was practising and did not hear the bell. Mamie. — ' ' Me too. ' ' Nora.— Speaking in a stage whisper: Bess what word would rhyme with Sam and make sense too? Bess. — Search me, Kit, stop pounding my head will you! Katie. — I was going through the jestures of my last piece. I have to pound an imaginary fellow and I guess I was imagining you were he. ' ' Rebecca finally prevailed on us, and the officers were elected and told what their duties were. Our Sophomore year passed very plesantly, for each of us studied our favor- ite text book and as we all seemed to differ, we went to the girl who liked the study we did not, and she would explain it for us. Our chief characteristic was asking questions, but never answering the ones the teachers asked us. Only eleven of the thirty two Sophomores came to be Juniors: but three new girls joined us. During our Junior year we were very studious. Bess and Katie the inseper- ables, with Louise and Lizzie studied Latin constantly; Sallie Mamie, and Lena were never seen without a large roll of music; Rebeeca remained our devoted adviser, but gave a part of her time to the training of her voice; Nora made her self famous by writing poetry and perfecting the art of carrying on an inteligent conversation with her self; Irene and Meta became excellent scholars always being prompt with their work, and making themselves general favorites by