Davenport College - Galax Yearbook (Lenoir, NC)

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their gentle ways; Julia still clung to her math, though she was seen with an English book several times and seemed to be enjoying it. As Seniors, finally we have reached our goal. There are twelve of us, not quite so light hearted and fleet of foot as in former years, but always ready for fun and to recite our His- tory lesson. As for our intellects, judge for yourself by go- ing with me to a United States History class. The bell has rung and we are pushing our way through the crowded hall to the History room. Meta and Irene are first in their places, the rest come in one by one except Bess and Katie, they are still inseperable. Some look hurridly over the lesson while the rest are engaged in a lively con- versation. Dr. Weaver enters with a business-like air and silence prevails. Dr. Weaver. — Well, what do you know about this les- son? Louise. — ' ' Nothing. Dr. Weaver. — Nothing! just as I expected. You need not look so wise Miss Meta I know how you all study. Who do we have for today? Irene. — ' ' Buchanan. Dr. Weaver. — Yes, he was another of those good for nohing bachelors. Julia and Rebecca. — He was not good for nothing; he was an exceptionally good president. Dr. Weaver. — We all know how you two feel about bachelors so we will not discuss that subject with you. Miss Lizzie can you tell me anything about Buchanan? Lizzie.— Well, he was a good president an— Bess. — Dr. Weaver if we draw up a paper of special privileges, will you sign it? Dr. Weaver. — Go to Miss Parker for that. Nora. — We have been, and been again, but she wont even talk about privileges. Dr. Weaver. — What special privileges, do you want? Louise. — To go visiting more than once a week. Dr. Weaver. — I don ' t see how you could go more than once, for you have only one holiday, and besides you have not been invited once yet. Louise. -- 0 just so we have the privilege whether we go or not. ' ' Dr. Weaver. — We will talk about that later, get the next president for to-morrow. Rebecca.— I will try, if he is a bachelor.

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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

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Senior Class Song (Medley) (Tune: Dixie) 0, the time is coming when we ' re going to leave, Get to work and roll up your sleeves, Exams! Exams! Are coming our way. In Davenport College where we ' ve been taught. Where teachers have scratched and pupils have fought, ' Tis here, ' tis here, We ' ll stand our exams. And when they all are over We ' ll get, we ' ll get Diplomas white, which means we ' re bright. Have studied hard and burned a light At night, at night Against Miss Parker ' s orders. (Tune: Old Time Religion.) They ' re the everlasting orders, the everlasting orders, They ' re the everlasting orders, and we hear them every day. Miss Parker always gives them, Miss Parker always gives them, Miss Parker always gives them — Here ' s what we hear her say: Don ' t burn a light at night girls, Don ' t talk loud on the hall way, Don ' t stray down toward the kitchen, Either night or day They ' re the everlasting orders, the everlasting orders, They ' re the everlasting orders, we hear them every day. (Tune: Yankee Doodle) The Senoir ' s went to town one day Looking fine and dandy, They met some boys upon the street Who offered them some candy. Dr. Weaver passing by, Thought the scene was tragic — When he spoke, the company broke, And disappeared like magic. ' (Home, Sweet Home) ' Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there ' s no place like home.