Davenport College - Galax Yearbook (Lenoir, NC)

Text from Pages 1 - 146 of the 1911 volume:

) l )1jUUU- -- ' - THE GALAX 1911 VOLUME VI EDITED BY THE SENIOR CLASS OF DAVENPORT COLLEGE LENOIR, NORTH CAROUNA We dedicate this volume of the Galax To Mr. and Mrs. James Braxton Craven With hearts full of love and thanks for their helpful service to tis, during our Senior year. Foreword of Editors jr% EAD our Annual and think of the hard work which it 4K represents and of the painful enlargement of our ■ brains, which often result in jokes that are stretched so far that you cannot see the point. Seriously, we, the board of editors, desire you to criti- cise the Galax with the remembrance that we have edited the book with an eye for your pleasure, and we hope you will smile the smile of enjojTnent as you look over its pages. We wish to thank Miss Carr and the art pupils, Rosalie Lackey, Helen Clyde, Cora Ballard, Lillian Beattie, Nellie Shepherd. Ellen Andrews, and Lucy King, for the aid they so willingly gave us in the pen-sketching. We also wish to thank the business men of Lenoir who so kindly advertised in our Annual. Davenport Up from the street, high on a hill, Where, in the winter, winds blow shrill. The lofty walls of Davenport stand The fairest college in all the land. Round about her are large old trees, Boughs and branches all bare of leaves. On either side are the mountains tall, Which stand about her like a wall. Peace and quiet about her dwell. And everything says all is well. And ever our thoughts will backward wend To our own college, which we commend. —Bessie King. Editors and Reporters TOMMIE BABER ZONA STROUP - Editor-in-Chief Business Manager REPORTERS Rosebud Brown, Junior Maude Bess, Sophomore Anna King. Freshman Alma Goode, Special Faculty JAMES BRAXTON CRAVEN, President (Vanderbilt University) Science and Psychology MRS. JAMES BRAXTON CRAVEN (A. B. Eufaula Ala. Female College) Lady Principal MISS EDITH LEE RADFORD (A. B. Randolph-Macon Womans College) Mathematics MISS EDNA HOLTSCLAW (Davenport College; Trinity Coll ege) Latin, French and German MISS MARY M. TAPP (A. B. Trinity College) English MISS JESSIE COURTNEY (Davenport College; Randolph-Macon) History and Latin MISS ELIZABETH NORWOOD (Athens Female College; Florence Female College; State Normal of Georgia) Primary Department MISS EMMA P. CARR (Marion Female College; Cincinnati School of Art; New York City) Art CONSERVATORY OF MUSIC THOMAS WILLARD BIRMINGHAM DIRECTOR (Graduate and Post -Graduate Cincinnati Conservatory of Music, Cin- cinnati, Ohio; Four years Cincinnati College of Music: Private pupil. Madam Agnes Stein (Leipsic) New York City. Life State Certificates for Supervisor of Music in Public School system, Ohio and Missouri) MRS. S. C. HEBRON (Pupil Julie Rive King) Piano MISS OSEE ELIZABETH BRINK (Conservatory of Music and School of Fine Arts, Jackson, Missouri; Columbus School of Music and Fine Arts, Columbus, Ohio; Private pupil Mr. Cecil Panning; Graduate Daven- port College Conservatory of Music) Piano MISS HAZEL McADAMS (Davenport College Conservatory of Music) Director of Practice SCHOOL OF EXPRESSION T. W. BIRMINGHAM Director TilE FACULTY 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 to-day in love we are Sadly at last we ' ll 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, The ' 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. The Classes Senior Class Motto Not for learning ' s sake; but to be a star among women Flower Violet Colors Purple and Gold Yell Rah! Rah! Rah! Rah! Rah! Rah! We ' re the Seniors, Ha! Ha! Ha! Eight plus seven, eight plus seven We ' re the Seniors of 1911! OFFICERS Lucy Bynum King Dorcas Elizabeth King Lucy Elizabeth Jordan Jennie Mecum Elizabeth Rogers Mabel Bradley Clyde President Vice-President Secretary and Treasurer Historian Poet Prophet MEMBERS Tommie Brooks Baber Mabel Bradley Clyde Beulah Marie Cline Mattie Flora Camp Lucy Elizabeth Jordan Lucy Bynum King Hazel Marie McAdams Clair Iva Mcintosh Percye Jane Mecum Elizabeth Rogers Rose Johnson Stacy Mamie Emma Sharpe Dorcas Elizabeth King Nellie Mae Shepherd Zona Ellen Stroup LUCY BYNUM KING DORCAS ELIZABETH KING MATTIE FLORA CAMP PERCYE JANE MECUM ROSE JOHNSON STACY CORA BELLE BALLARD IRENE MARTIN Funeral Oration to Senior Books Our Friends, our College-Mates, to us, in some respects this is a sad, sad hour, but in another, we are glad on this the twenty-second day of May, nineteen hundred and eleven, to lay our text books aside forever. We have been close companions for the entire year; we have had trials, troubles, and tribulations together. These many months we have walked hand in hand with each other, but now we are part- ing, still we shall gladly and lovingly remember the times we have pored over their pages. Now friends, hear us in our last earnest words in behalf of these our long-cherished volumes, which we gently and reverently lower into their graves. There are many among us who like books and we wish to say to you that we, as we bury our treasures do not desire to impress you with the idea that we dislike them. Now, since their contents are finished, we prefer to go out into the world with their in- fluence, which is not buried with them. We are saying good-bye . May those who come after us love and enjoy their Senior books as much as we have ours. We are sure, however, that they vdll be glad to bid them farewell at the end of their year ' s work. They are gone. Good-bye forever. The Senior Class. Senior Class Poem Four long years on Davenport soil The Senior Class has continued to toil. A few more weeks and this will pass, And into the world no more a class. Into the world to win our way; No more Seniors bright and gay, But girls who wear a business air. And on whose brows are marks of care. We love old Davenport with all our heart, And with her we grieve to part; But if we chose to longer stay We fear our welcome would wear away. Yet when to the world we are bold, Our Alma Mater still will hold In each of our hearts a tender spot. Which the storms of time cannot blot. —Elizabeth Rogers. Senior Class History In summing up the important events and past record of Class ' 11, each girl ' s name stands out so eminent and plays such an important part in the doings of these years at Davenport that I cannot afford to leave a single girl unmen- tioned. Through the many hardships, trials, and other col- lege troubles, mingled with plenty of fun, we have patiently climbed until we now stand at the top. Can it be— is it really possible that we leave Davenport this year? There is where the pleasant part comes in, —we do not realize our real worth and importance; but are still the old girls of the past, even if we do have the name dignified Senior as the other classes dub us. We are fifteen in number— even if two of our girls were compelled to give up their work on account of sickness, we still claim them as ours— making this about the largest class Davenport has ever boasted of, yet we do not realize what a great honor we are bestowing upon our old college. Three Methodist Preachers ' daughters and twelve typical, common-sense, country girls compose this remark- able class. A descriptive sketch and a few remarks about each girl will give you some idea as to how each one has conducted and applied herself to books, fun, and the like, at Davenport in past years. Just imagine for yourself the aspiration, de- termination and work of each, so here goes. Lucy King, our beloved President, is the first name set before you. She always carries a smile for everyone, and each member of the class loves and obeys her as a mother. Lucy has always made a fine record in her literary work. This year she began the study of art and we all feel justly proud of the great progress she has made. She has a rather dignified air, yet she is always ready to play a joke on some- one. This little incident is related by her. She and another girl went down street begging ads for the annual. At one place the manager was out, so they asked a little clerk if they would give us an ad for our annual. In astonish- ment he looked over the shelves for a few minutes and then said, A add, what ' s that? We just wanted to know if you would give us an ad- vertisement for our annual, Lucy replied. Looking over the shelves again, he said, I don ' t know what to give you, though. Well, we ' ll just wait until Mr. is in, said Lucy, biting her lips and leaving. Thoroughness has been her chief guide to success. The next name chronicled is Lucy ' s sister, Bessie. What one does, the other does, where one is, the other is,— so much are they alike in temperament and so closely bound in sisterly affection. Bess is very tall and slender, being often called Evangeline. She has studied voice this year and has made rapid progress. She is noted for her faithfulness and always comes out successful in the end. We feel proud of them as they are of direct English and Scotch Irish descent. They are two of the ten who have been here four years. Tommie Brooks Baber is an all ' round good girl in every way. Her dignified name does not half-way express what it stands for. Tommie has also been here four years and no doubt her influence will live long after she leaves. She has always been greatly interested in our Y. W. C. A. work, having been President for the last two years. Yet, would you believe it? Tommie is a noted giggler. I don ' t mean silly; but just as sure as she gets tickled she sniggers right out. One day while reading a letter in the hall she was heard to say, Bless his old heart. On asking her what she was reading, she said, Oh, er— it ' s a letter from my brother and he ended by saying, ' Do your best, I feel proud of you. ' We can reply to him she has certainly done her best and we feel proud of her. Mabel Clyde, as the name implies, is Scotch and also Irish; yet, she says she was the greenest Fresh that ever came to Davenport. Well, you know there can be great changes in three years; but still we know she was not so green. She says that in her first year here she did not even know there were practice rooms on each side of the entrance to the dining-room until after Christmas when she began music — so scared was she to pry around. But she made good use of the pianos when she did find them, and has overcome all this timidity, not ignorance, and is now quite a skilled player. Mabel imagines she is the fattest being afoot, but she is not. Whenever she sees a person about three times her size she innocently says: Well, she ' s as fat as I am, isn ' t she? Some member of the class sorely wounded Mabel ' s feelings by telling her she looked like a grand old ruin. Elizabeth Rogers is rather quiet, and one first thinks she is mighty serious and reserved, but this is only her bearing in company and when among a crowd of girls, her original dry remarks, spoken in a funny way, cause much laughter. The mingling of her Scotch and Welsh has distinguished her in her classes. She was one of the precious few who made 90 on English examination before Christmas. When Mr. Craven asks a question no one can answer, he never fails to call on Miss Rogers . Now don ' t think that Elizabeth has fooled him either, for she certainly is smart. The next name in order is Rose Stacy, who was only a bud when she came here four years ago, but is now a rose in full bloom. Rose is one of those girls who is the same to- day, to-morrow and forever, one who can always be trusted and who keeps her promises. She is very tender-hearted, and she even cried because Mr. Teague, the photographer, did not flatter her as he promised. She likes music and at most any hour you can hear her play Traumerii or Hearts and Flowers, two of her favorites. Oh yes, (an expres- sion of hers) Rose is fond of music. Aside from all this, she is the only member of our class who likes grits. She says it is a good brain food. Lucy Jordan (Jurdan) always takes things easy, no matter what happens and is always in all the fun going; yet she can put on a dignified air at any time a teacher chances to be around. No— Lucy is not that bad. She is very kind- hearted and can control her temper better than most of us. Lucy is quite talented in music— both piano and voice. She says she aims to learn to pick the pipe-organ next sum- mer. She lives over yonder at Morganton. Mamie Sharpe seems to be the most kiddish member of our class, yet, if she is, she is about the wittiest too. She can always add a finishing touch to everything or flix it as we often say. Mamie has become quite distinguished this year in memorizing laws in Physics. So absorbed was she in her work that she wrote a letter to a friend, in which she entangled Newton ' s Law. Dear : As the earth attracts all bodies toward it, so do you attract mine eyes toward you . I guess the letter must have been written to the Dearie of whom she often sang. We shall never forget the old songs that Mamie often played at twilight— sweet remembrances of her four years stay at Davenport. Iva Mcintosh also came here four years ago, and has helped to keep the crowd together for these years. Her de- termination to succeed and her lightness of foot have carried her from class to class, from day to day, with a purpose. I have often met her on the hall going so fast that I could not spot her until she slowed down. Iva has been especially fond of Shakespeare this year and she even lamented over the fact that he wrote only thirty-seven plays, whereas the rest of us rejoiced. Beulah Marie Cline is a little German girl. She lives in the country and we really did not know much about her be- fore. But, we have all become more closely allied this year, and Beulah has also been with us at the college part of the time; so, of course, we know all about her now. She has been a faithful student here for four years and has always come through rain and snow. Beulah has a mathematical head and always grasps all the deep mysteries of math . She is the youngest member of our class, (we are all young though). Zona Stroup is the most enthusiastic, sentimental girl of our number, hence all of her vacant periods this spring have been consumed in talking about the annual and trilling and frilling her commencement piece, Nymphs and Fauns. Zona has the distinction of being the class prima donna; yet we have several girls who will no doubt soon have registers of three octaves. She has been almost frantic over the study of Economics. She says she likes to study something that will help her in after life. Yet, like the rest of us, she has not fully mastered that art which Mr. Craven so fully under- stands, — turning off lights. An admirable character is Nellie Shepherd, who always bears her own troubles and give others a happy face at all times. No one could know her without admiring this quality of hers. She has a natural gift for art and is well satisfied if she can stay in the art room for hours. Her originality in pen-sketching has greatly helped us in Annual plans. Hazel McAdams joined the class two and a half years ago. You see she is another of Scotch descent; so of course you believe we are smart. Hazel was just a little curly- headed, bright-eyed girl when she came, but she is now quite a lady. She has a very dramatic voice, and this great accomplishment of hers has caused her to want to go on the stage, but our persuasions have kept her settled thus far. Her happiness is supreme while playing the piano with a big pack of music near her. I guess we shall all remember the Tournament that she often played for us. Owing to the fact that Mattie Camp has been here only two years and many other extraordinary, unnatural traits of hers, she has won the title of Mattie the Learned. Her great power of argument is unequaled, and she has often convinced Mr. Craven that he was wrong where he was really right, but he just thought, Well, Miss Camp knows. She often argues the Cook-Peary question and says she thinks it is foolish to find the pole and then come home with- out bringing it as a proof. She says if she ever goes in search of it she wall drape it in red, white and blue and bring it home with her. Yes— and I just imagine she would put wheels on it and ride around over the ice up there— just about like her venturesome spirit. Well, I, too have been here only two years; yet, I have gained no dignified title whatever, only a nick-name, Jinks . All my class-mates heartily rejoice with me in having passed. They know that the only time I ever ex- tinguished and appreciated myself was that night I took a private voice lesson in public— at the Fairy Party. I wonder if they will always remember that propitious night. Well, I will. A peculiar, sad feeling creeps over me as I bring our history to a close. The remembrance of pleasant, by-gone days— the days at Davenport— would make our hearts heavy, were it not for the bright future which promises many, happy reunions. Dear Class-mates, may each one of us never regret our having been class-mates at this dear, old beloved spot, but rather recall happy memories of the past; and, above all, may we apply the precious lessons we have learned here to our every-day lives, by always being noble and womanly. This is in part, the heart-felt wish of your class-mate, Percye Jane Mecum. Senior Class Prophecy In the summer of 1921, I had a long spell of sickness. Very ill was I for many days and when at last the crisis was past, I was weak and nervous and my loved ones sought far and wide for things to amuse me while I was confined to my bed. Finally one day I received a package from my brother, who was then away from home, and with it came explana- tions of how to use the contrivance within. It was a new invention, and was called a Phonotelepescope. First you looked through a small glass, put a kind of receiver to your ear, then pressed a button, fixed your mind on one certain person, and you could tell just what that person was doing and saying at that moment. Imagine how entertaining all this was! I had been thinking all day of my old classmates, so I decided to call before me those familiar faces. It was just ten years since we had all been together at old Daven- port, and I often wondered just how the girls were getting along in the world. Tommy Baber come first to my mind, and after setting my machine in order, I looked and saw her, the same dear old girl, except a little older, ascending the front steps of Davenport, while a crowd of girls rushed out to meet her. At first I wondered what all this meant, but soon I heard a conversation between Mr. Birmingham and Mrs. Craven something like this: Well, isn ' t it very, very charming indeed, to have Miss Baber with us again! To which Mrs. Craven replied, It certainly is, and do you know, she is a regular Miss Burner ! Then I knew that Tommie ' s greatest ambition had been fulfilled and that she was at last a Y. W. C. A. secretary. I thought next of Zona, and on gazing through the glass I saw a great auditorium where there were thousands of people assembled to hear the great Madame Williame and the celebrated pianist and violinist. Mademoiselle McAdams. This I gathered from the murmurs of the crowd. I could not imagine who the singer was, though of course, I knew that Mademoiselle McAdams was our own dear little Hazel who, even when we knew her, was music to her finger tips as the old saying goes. Suddenly the curtain rose and there was Hazel — not changed a particle; and then I saw the singer. I started, for to my amazement I recognized my old chum, Zona. Mr. Birmingham ' s prophecy had indeed come true, and her voice had made her famous, but I heard not her singing, for I was excited and wanted to go on to the other girls as quickly as possible. Rose, or Rosie, as we affectionately called her, came next. I saw her standing by a window of the home of our old president. Dr. Weaver. Stacy came in to bring his aunt Rose a letter and I saw her hand tremble as she looked at the handwriting on the back. Instantly I became curious to know the contents, and as she opened it I gazed harder and harder until it seemed that the letters were magnified so that I read: Rose, dear. Doubtless you are astonished to hear from one who has probably been absent from your thoughts for years, and you may even be displeased to get this letter, but I couldn ' t help writing it anyway. 0, Rose, my own Rose ! In this sweet soft summer, I long for you ! My childhood sweetheart ! I love you more than all this world ! May I come to you and try to make up for the long years that have been wasted? The name was blurred, but I knew who it was, and as I saw the soft love-light in Rosie ' s deep blue eyes, I knew that she was the happiest girl in this old world. My thoughts next flew to Bubba, as we called dear light hearted Mayme, and as I gazed through the glass I saw in the soft glow of a shaded lamp, a sweet faced young matron. Her face flushed with loving pleasure as she glanced out the window and saw the tall figure of her hus- band coming through the gate— home for the evening from his work. The picture was so ideal that I regretted leaving it, but thinking of such happiness, I hastened on. As 1 thought of Lucy Jordan, the picture faded into a church and I saw her as she gazed from her place in the choir, with ardent admiration, upon the face of the young preacher— her husband. She too was happy. I was a little surprised that she had not married the young banker who was the sweetheart of her college days, but then one never knows just how things are going to turn out. Jennie came next to mind, and I was much surprised to see the old familiar music studio of Davenport loom up. Well, thought I, what on earth! Then I laughed heartily as I saw Jennie standing on tiptoe singing A- -ah while Mr. Birmingham played. Still taking lessons— and her heart ' s dearest desire had been fulfilled. To be sure she had not spent ten years at this, but had come back to D. C. with a younger sister of hers, and though she took lessons still for the pleasure in it, she was Mr. Birmingham ' s assis- tant, too. Hurrying on I thought of Nellie Gray and almost in- stantly a great art studio appeared. Seated in front of a huge canvas was Nellie, putting the finishing touches to what I have since heard, made her world-famous. Surely her high ambition was satisfied now! Surely she could de- sire no more! On down my mental list of classmates I traveled to Iva ' s name, and on peering through the glass, I saw a beautiful farmhouse overlooking a large, magnificent farm, and out on the back veranda stood Iva with the dinner-horn in her hand, ready to summon the hands from the fields. As I heard the long mellow note of the horn, I interpreted it to mean that Iva was content— yes, and more— happy. I could not help wondering if she still went about as fast as ever, and if she did all the work she saw without waiting for as- sistance, but I hadn ' t time then to tarry, so I went on to Mattie. This time a great woman ' s college appeared. I did not recognize it, but I knew it was very large because of so many girls I saw. The focus finally adjusted itself upon the mathematics room, and I saw there Mattie the learned, expounding to those poor girls the difficulties of Analytics. I heard her say, Yes, girls, I know it ' s hard, but study it out for yourselves and it will be easier; and if the lesson is long, learn to work faster. That much I had heard so often, that shrugging my shoulders, I went on, just pausing to see her smile in such a way that I knew she was enjoying thoroughly her work. As for Beulah, I knew almost what she would be doing before I looked through my glass. And sure enough, when the vision came, I saw her, too, in a school room. The place I recognized as the Graded school of Lenoir, but I soon for- got the surroundings, so interested did I become in the way she taught. Why it was just wonderful how she managed and instructed those children and I thought, Well, surely Beulah is naturally a teacher, if ever one was! Just then the Principal came into the room and as I looked at his satis- fied expression I thought that he, too, believed her well nigh perfect and I— Oh, well, there is no use in telling you that there was a little romance wrapped up right here. Elizabeth, I knew, had gone out into the literary field; for I had read some of her poems, but I thought I ' d take a peep at her anyway, to see how she looked. I saw her in the midst of costly surroundings, reading her mail. As her face lighted up I took a notion to read too, and found her good news to be an enthusiastic letter from a great publisher acknowledging the receipt of her latest work, and prophesy- ing great distinction for her among the writers of America. Ah! Lizzie soared higher by far than most of us, but she de- served it and I rejoiced with her in her triumph. Last but not least, came our class President and Vice- President. Those two, who for all time have been insepar- able, even now came to my thoughts as one, and I was not surprised to see them together again, though I was surprised at the work they were doing. The scene was a hospital ward where a young girl was lying. Bess had come in wi th a basket of flowers and some dainty nourishment for the patient. But what was Lucy doing? Surprise of all sur- prises—she was the attendant physician ! Now, I thought Lucy was going to be an artist, but not being content with that, she had followed her father ' s profession. The two sisters lived together in thsir home near the hospital and Bess kept house while the busy and much beloved doctor practiced. They seemed perfectly happy and both of them carried comfort and sunshine v. ' ith them. I lay back to rest awhile, intending to take another view directly, but as I undertook to lay the fragile instrument upon the table by me, it dropped from my trembling hand and broke into flinters. I have never been able to find an- other like it, so the only way I can hear from my classmates now is by mail, and they are all so busy that they cannot take time to write often. I know however, that they are all happy and enjoying life, ( a remarkable thing for so large a crowd of girls , eh?) and my earnest wish is that they may continue to do so to the end of their days. Mabel B. Clyde. Junior Class Labor omnia vincii Flower Pink Carnation Colors Old rose and light gr Yell Davenport! Davenport! Rah! Rah! Rah! Juniors! Juniors! That ' s who we are. Davenport! Davenport! Rout! Rout! Rout! 1912 that ' s when we go out. Jewell Womble Elsie Lefler Kate Shaw Mamie Miller Rosebud Brown OFFICERS President Vice-President Secretary and Treasurer Historian Reporter MEMBERS Ellen Andrews Bryte Bess Kansas Byers Rosebud Brown Carrie Hipp Mary Hill Lentz Elsie Lefler Mamie Mabry Mamie Miller Virginia Patterson Ellen Rogers Kate Shaw Jewell Womble Junior Class History As historian of the Junior Class I suppose I should enumerate the virtues of each member, and extol the Class to the skies, but, in order to be accurate, I shall try to give a brief account of our class as it really is. In the first place, we do not claim to be the best nor the brightest class in school, for we have as many ups and downs as when we were Freshmen. However, we do claim to be the hardest working class in school. If the Seniors should be inclined to doubt the validity of this claim, let them ask themselves if they can be found in the halls by four o ' clock in the morning ha rd at work over their books. If anyone doubts this let that deluded person accompany the watch- man as he makes his nightly rounds, and when they see girls scattered here and there in the halls they will hear Mr. Johnson say, in an awed voice, Be quiet, — here are the Juniors studying Latin. Ah yes! We use no ponies, although the Senior mem- bers of our class seem to think so. They should not so dis- grace Hinds Noble as to accuse us of such, after hearing us read. In regard to our moral standing, we do not indulge in the frivolities that most school-girls do, and as for boys, we never give them a thought. In fact one member of our Class said she would like for her sweetheart to die, and if all the other members do not entertain the same sentiment it is merely because they are not so fortunate ( ?) as to possess the above named article. Considered from all standpoints, we are a very good set ■ of girls. We have many faults and shortcomings, to be sure, but we hope to abide by our motto, Labor Conquers Everything, and come out in the end with records that will be no discredit to our Alma Mater. Mamie Miller. S , Sophomore Class Motto Veni, vidi, vici Flower Colors Daisy Old gold and black Yell Loose, Loose, Loose, Here we come in a big caboose Roosters, toosters, who are we? 1913 ' s of old D. C. OFFICERS Besssie HofTman Bill McGhee Ethel Brown Lucy Price Lucile Lowery Maude Bess President Vice-President Secretary Treasurer Historian Reporter MEMBERS Ethel Brown Maude Bess Grace Carpenter Sophia Lefler Lucile Lowery Bill McGhee Lucy Price Annie Sandford Louise Waldrop Lillie Whitesides Lucy Harrilson. Bessie Hoffman History of the Sophomore Class We are just a jolly, rollicking set of girls and are always in for a good time and I am afraid we love fun more than work. Yes, last year we were Freshmen and had all the jokes and sneers poked at us by our elders and betters . Seniors, Juniors, and Sophomores. But now we are one year nearer the glorious goal, which we are striving to reach, and find ourselves the possessors of the name Sophomore. When we walked up Davenport hill for the first time we came in fear and trembling beca use we felt the greatness of the trials and responsibilities that were then to be thrust upon our shoulders. Our relying upon our own resources had been only in a very small way, for we were to measure for our- selves, and meet our own measure. However, that first year is past, forever past, and as Sophomores, we may have it said of us: We think we know it all, as was part of a statement made by one of our former Presidents. We not only think we know it all but we are smart even if we are small in numbers. A few brilliant girls working together can accomplish wonders. Soph Lefler is a Soph and a wonder too. Is she smart? Well I guess— she didn ' t fall below 90 on any of her grades before Xmas. Louise Waldrop is our poet. She even wrote a splendid poem to our English teacher. Miss Tapp. This won her favor and ever since the Sophs have been her pets. We are not like the other classes always talking of what we are going to do, but we go to work and do it. With this zeal in our minds we have come to Davenport, we have seen the responsibilities laid upon us, and have conquered all. LUCILE LOWERY. Freshman Class Motto Let U8 strive to gain each day a round of the lad ier we are to climb Colors Crimson and gray Flower Red Rose Yell One, two, throe. Who are we? Freshmen! Freshmen! Of old D. C, OFFICERS Helen Clyde Mabel Cherry Pauline Raper Margaret Brooks Anna King President Vice-President Secretary and Treasurer Historian Reporter MEMBERS Margaret Brooks Winnie Baber Mabel Cherry Helen Clyde Jennie Carpenter Jessie Erwin Minnie Herman Johnsie Harshaw Faye Johnson Anna King Olive Kent Nellie West A Ida Killian Joyce Lenoir Inez Legette Mary Lowrance Beth Miller Nell Moore Mary Newland Charity Nipper Pauline Raper Kathleen Shell Mary Parks Shell History of the Freshman Class On the seventh of September, twenty-six Freshmen climbed the hill to Davenport, feeling fainthearted and some- what dazed by the new faces and surroundings. After the first pangs of loneliness, and homesickness had worn off, we went to work earnestly, so that when the holidays and school pleasures came along, we could join in them heartily. Examinations shook us up badly, but that sharpness and freshness the Sophomores so disdainfully speak of, stood us in good stead, and we came through frightened but victorious. After having spent a blissful two weeks vacation, we returned to Davenport, January the fourth, filed a resolution to work harder than ever before, and to ' ' Strive to gain a round, each day, of the ladder we are to climb. ' ' Margarette Brooks. Preps Norma Conger Folsom Davis Ora Lee Garrett Dovie Hyatt Callie Hyatt Obern Jackson Gladys Jackson Myrtle Kiser Knoxie Kiser Ferrie Rhyne Ruth Sanford Floy Trollinger Annie Wilson Delia Wilson r Special Class Motto To be and not to seem ' Colors Flower Yellow and White Daisy Yell Whoofa-la-Whoop-a-la, Ala-ba, Zee-Diffal-a-la Diff al-a-la, Diffal-a-la-de Davenport Specials Don ' t you see? OFFICERS Stella McGhee President Isabelle Mabry Vice-President Alma Goode ... Secretary and Treasurer Mamie Nipper Historian Sallie Cox Musician Cora Ballard - - - --. . . Artist Alma Goode ---.... Reporter MEMBERS Cora Ballard Fuschia Lackey Sallie Cox Marion Long Ruth Fincher Isabelle Mabry Grace Frazier Stella McGhee Alma Goode Mamie Nipper Rosalie Lackey li History of Special Class The Special Class of 1911, is the best class that Daven- port has ever had (so we think). Some of our girls possess great talent in music, elocution, art, and voice, so you see together we may be called a very talented class. Our number is rather small but we have the quality rather than the quantity. Stella, our president, is the sweetest girl, Marion is the most dignified, Rosalie is the wittiest, and Fuchsia is our athletic member. The other girls are so extremely handsome that I will not take up space to tell you of their personal charms. We are all in for a good time when there is a possibility of having it. But we can work when the time comes to get down to good hard honest labor. All of our college mates can tell you of the great amount of work that we do and that we are the class . Our graduates this year are the most polished girls in college, and live up to our motto, To be, not to seem. Mamie Nipper. HON. W. H. BOWER May 11, 1910 Waiting It was getting late and nearly all the lights were out, but a dim light was still shining through the mist from a little cottage window, which was not far from the foot of the mountains. This light could be seen every night from the same window and people often spoke of it and wondered why it was always there. Some supposed one thing some another, but Harold Williams never spake of that light be- cause he knew it was his dear mother ' s light waiting for him. Harold went to the club every night and as he left home his mother said: Now, please, do not stay out late to-night because I will be here alone, and shall wait here until you return. I ' ll put my light in the window for you. Well. he said very abruptly as he closed the door be- hind him. In a few moments he was on his way to the club, and when he began talking to his friends he forgot that his mother was waiting for him and expecting him home early. The clock struck two before he left the club but as soon as he came in sight of his home he saw the light in the window still. He should have been ashamed to have come home so late for not many nights had passed since he was sick and could not go to the club. Then his old mother had done everything she could to make him comfortable with a loving eagerness which was pitiful had he only noticed it. But soon he was well again and went to the club as usual. One night his mother said to him: I am not feeling well, and I wish you would not go away to-night. Yes, I must go to-night, this is the night for the An- nual Club Banquet, and promises to be one of the jolliest evenings we have had for qui te awhile. I wish you would stay just for to-night, she added. No, it is late now and I must go, said Harold. Please, come back early to-night, I ' ll wait for you, I ' ll wait for you right here. ' ' Well, he said, pulling on his gloves as he went out the door. He was really sorry, in his careless way, that his mother was not feeling well, but he could not even think of staying at home with her when such merriment was await- ing him at the club. He had not gone far when one of his friends hailed him with a gay salute. He answered him in a careless way and his friend asked him what could be his trouble. He said he was only feeling a little blue, but after he reached the merry crowd at the Club, he forgot his mother and was his usual witty self. It was sometime after one o ' clock when he started home and then the words that his mother had spoken to him rushed back to his memory. I ' ll wait for you, I ' ll wait for you right here. Soon he was in sight of the house, but he noticed that the light did not look as it usually did and he hurried along and soon reached home. He found the light burning low and he thought he would go by his mother ' s room to find out how she was feeling. When he reached the door he called: Mother! Mother! But no sound could be heard and he called again much louder than before: still no voice was heard. Then he stepped to her bedside and found that while waiting for him she had fallen asleep in Heaven. At first Harold did not care to see any of his friends, they did not go near him, but it was not more than two weeks until he had joined them again and was going to the club every night. Yet things were not as they were when his mother had always waited for him. Now he could not see that light which hitherto had greeted him as he came in sight of his home. These were the words that continually rang in his ears: I ' ll wait for you, I ' ll wait for you, right here. Several weeks passed and Harold was still going to the club, but one night about ten o ' clock he suddenly rose up and said: Boys, I ' m going home, my mother is waiting for me. Your mother! Your mother is dead. What do you mean? asked several of the men in astonishment. ' ' Yes, but she is waiting for me in Heaven, he answered. So, he went out of the door and the jolly crowd stayed at the club until late. Harold was being drawn by a golden thread which was leading him to a higher and nobler life. Afterwards the men often spoke of how Harold had left them; finally most of them decided to leave the club and follow h.m m the work of reform which he had begun. Jewell Womble. THE GOLDEN RULE CLASS Old Melodies With Davenport Words (Tune: Blue Bells of Scotland) who, and O who, is this band so gay and free? O who, and who, is this band so gay and free? We are the Senior class of this school we all revere; And it ' s oh! in our hearts that we ' ll hold each other dear! How great, and how great, is this class of which we sing? How great, and how great, is this class of which we sing? We ' re fifteen girls so gay, who thus make the chorus ring; And it ' s oh! in our hearts, that we ' ll all together cling! O why, and O why, are our hearts so light and gay? O why, and O why, are our hearts so light and gay? Deep down in our hearts we are sure we ' ve done our best; And it ' s oh! in our hearts, that we ' ll always stand the test! (Tune: My Old Kentucky Home) The sun smiles down on our dear old mountain home, ' Tis spring-time, the seniors are gay. The Annual ' s off and the hard work comes no more. While commencement now calls us all the day. The teachers meet in the office every night. All pensive, all serious, all spry. By and by good times ' U come to us— yes — they ' re in sight, Then our dear old college-home, good-bye. Chorus Weep no more, my class-mates, O weep no more I pray! Though we soon will part, making each one sad at heart, Yet for dear old Davenport, Hurrah! Those good times come thronging back to us each day. Though often we ' ve grown blue or sad. We soon will be in the world, no seniors gay Yet cheer up, my class-mates dear, be glad! A few more walks, with old Davenport in sight. Our college so true and so rare, A few more songs in the Chapel every night. Then good-by old Davenport, so fair. Chorus Weep no more, my class-mates O weep no more I pray! Though we soon shall part, making each one sad at heart, Y ' et for dear old Davenport, Hurrah! (Tune: Old Black Joe) Soon will the days when our hearts are glad and gay, Come to an end and from Davenport away. Then from these walls to a sadder world we know We feel their gentle shelters meaning more and more. Chorus We ' re going, we ' re going, but our hearts are growing drear; We feel these gentle shelters growing very dear. Where will the girls once so happy and so gay? The walls so dear where we ' ve spent so many a day? Soon from our sight the College we adore. We feel its gentle shelter meaning more and more. Chorus We ' re going. We ' re going, but our hearts are growing drear; We feel these gentle shelters growing very dear. A Discovery For three weeks a crowd of girls had been having a splendid time at Gay Melhville ' s house party; and the night before they left, they decided to play some prank. ' ' 0, say, girls, let ' s go up to the attic and see what we can find, suggested Gay, I haven ' t had nerve enough to go up there since I have been living here. Of course all the girls agreed, for as their hostess sug- gested it, they thought it would be all right. So taking candles, the whole crowd went slipping upstairs as quietly as possible. They were rather disappointed at finding the place about as uninteresting as most other attics, but Estelle, whose sharp eyes always spied out anything out of the ordi- nary suddenly exclaimed: Look here girls! See what I have found! It looks like a pack of old love letters. Let ' s read them ! They all looked at each other questioningly, wondering if these letters were some cherished keepsake too sacred to be read by girls only seeking an hour ' s fun. But as the dignified Maud seemed as eager as the others, they laid aside all scruples and began to read with no pricks of con- science. Untieing the faded ribbon which bound them to- gether, they took up the last letter of the bunch and be- gan to read, Dear Miss Helen, Do you wonder at my addressing you so familiarly? It is the only name I have ever heard your friends call you. I met you at the dance Friday night, but did not catch your last name. Do you remember meeting a tall black haired man that night? If so, I am glad, for it was I. I will be watching, as you take your morning walk in the garden to- morrow, and I hope I will see you as you get this note. Jack. Well, that ' s not at all thrilling, commented Estelle. Pass on to the next one. The second letter ran as follo vs: My dear Miss Helen, I was so glad to see you pick up my note this morning. I may as well tell you now that I am crazy to meet you again. but because there is a kind of feud between my people and the family you are visiting, I can not possibly call. Please try to arrange it so that I can see you. Sincerely, Jack. Now that is coming more to the point, said Beth, but I don ' t think he ought to have tried to get her to do something her hostess would not have approved of. Neither do I, said Maud, I hope she didn ' t do it, but let ' s read on and see. My dear Miss Helen, How on earth did you ever manage to go to town by yourself? And to think I talked with you for two heavenly hours ! I was glad the train had to wait so long at the little station. Helen, don ' t you like me the least little bit? I wish I could tell you some of the things in my heart. As ever, your Jack. Oh, read on quick! someone said, and they went on to Dearest Helen, You don ' t know how adorable you looked this morning, with that white rose at your throat. Did you get the violets I sent? I think they are beautiful but not half so lovely as your blue eyes. Helen, dear, when you go home, will you let me come to see you and tell your father why I came? If so, please put a white rose like the one you wore this morn- ing, in the hedge in the garden where you always find my notes. Please, please do. Lovingly, Jack. Well, isn ' t that tantalizing to stop off there and we will never know whether she left the rose or not, said Helen disappointedly. 0 yes, you will, said Gay, who had been very quiet all this time. It was my own dear mother and daddy. Mother ' s name is Helen and daddy ' s is Jack. They told me once about the awful time they had carrying on their court- ship. Mother visited the people who lived in this house (I believe their name was Lyons). Dad was a young man here recuperating from some kind of sickness. His family and the Lyons had had a dispute over some land, and were not on friendly enough terms for him to call. Why it is perfectly lovely, the way they carried it out, and just to think you have a romance in your family! said Helen. And it was really romantic, chimed in the others. Listen girls, do you hear that clock striking two? And here we are up in an attic reading old love letters, and losing all of our beauty sleep, said Maud. Whereupon, taking up their candles, they all descended the stairs to their rooms to dream of future romance in their own lives. Gertrude Courtney. Sidney Lanier Literary Society Motto Loyalty, Fraternity, Fidelity Flower Red Rose Colors White and Red OFFICERS President Jewell Womble Vice-President Lucy Jordan Secretary Hazel McAdams Treasurer .-:--- Fannie Weaver Critic Grace Frazier Chaplain Ethel Brown Hall Marshal Margaret Brooks MEMBERS Ethel Brown Margaret Brooks Gertrude Courtney Jennie Carpenter Grace Frazier Johnsie Hawshaw Sallie Ivey Lucy Jordan Marion Long Fay Johnson Hazel McAdams Kathleen Shell Nell Moore Beth Miller Mary Newland Pauline Raper Vera Quarrels Kate Shaw Annie Sanford Mamie Sharpe Nellie Shepherd Louise Waldrop Fannie Weaver Jewell Womble Henry Timrod Literary Society Motto Fiat Lux Flower Colors Daisy Yellow and white OFFICERS Lucy King President Rosa Stacy Vice-President Lucile Lowery Secretary Mamie Nipper Treasurer Ellen Andrews Critic Cora Ballard Chaplain Helen Clyde Chief Marshal Sophia Lefler Assistant MEMBERS Ellen Andrews Bessie King Tommie Baber Lucy King Winnie Baber Anna King McKinnis Byrd Alda Killian Cora Ballard Myrtle Kiser Bryte Bess Knoxie Kiser Maude Bess Fucia Lackey Kansas Byer3 Elsie Lefler Lillian Beattie Sophia Lefler Miss Brink Mary Hill Lentz Mabel Clyde Veta Lentz Helen Clyde Mary Lowrance Mattie Camp Inez Legette Grace Carpenter Lucile Lowery Norma Conger Rosalie Lackey Sallie Cox Jennie Mecum Mabel Cherry Stella McGhee Beulah Marie Cline Bill McGhee Falsom Davis Iva Mcintosh Ruth Fineher Isabelle Mabry Alma Goode Mamie Mabry Ora Garret Mamie Nipper Carrie Hipp Charity Nipper Katherine Howie Virginia Patterson Miss Holtzclaw Lucy Price Davie Hyatt Marie Parks Callie Hyatt Elizabeth Rogers Minnie Herman Ferrie Rhyne Lucye Harrelson Ellen Rogers Bessie Hoffman Zona Stroup Obern Jackson Rosa Stacy Gladys Jackson Floy Trollinger Lilli e Whitesides Our Symphony The rivulet babbles and bubbles, As now on the brink we stand. As we pass on the stony ledges. And on past the golden sand. As it sweeps by the bed out yonder So sweeps the world, for we, The now departing Seniors must vanish From the sight of old D. C. But yet one mad thought haunts us, And lingers with us still. Which seems to become our ruler And ever command our will. A passionate tumult arises, The depths of our souls to stir, ' Tis a longed for ideal image Which we seek year after year. To wake up the slumbering spirit. That sleeps down in our soul. To work for a single purpose. Until we reach our goal. Is this the obstinate passion That others too, have sought. To some a blessing given. To others an ideal brought? Nellie Shepherd. The Young Women ' s Christian Association The organized work of the Young Women ' s Christian Association is conducted by the following committees: 1. Membership, whose aim is to have every girl in school become a member of the Y. W. C. A. 2. Devotional, whose aim is to bring girls to Christ, to build them up in Christ, to send them out for Christ . 3. Bible Study, whose aim is to organize and conduct classes for systematic study of the Bible, and to encourage regular private devotions. 4. Missionary, whose aim is to help the Missionary Cause. 5. Intercollegiate, whose aim is to keep in touch with other col- leges and answer all letters promptly. 6. Social, whose aim is to welcome new students, and to promote friendly social relations in the student body and to keep the Y. W. C. A. Hall attractive. 7. Music, whose aim is to have good music each time for Y. W. C. A. and to do the best work that it can. 8. Sunshine, whose aim is to carry sunshine. Y. W. C. A. Motto I am come that ye might have life, and that ye might have it more abundayitly OFFICERS Totnmie Brooks Baber ----- President Jewell Womble Vice-President Kansas Byers - - - Corresponding Secretary Mamie Miller - . - . Recording Secretary Iva Mcintosh Treasurer CHAIRMEN OF COMMITTEE Jewel Womble, Membership Kansas Byers, Intercollegiate Mabel Clyde, Devotional Hazel McAdams, Music Zona Stroup, Bible Study Bryte Bess, Sunshine Mabel Cherry, Missionary Mattie Camp, Social Fannie Weaver, Poster Intercollegiate Committee of Y. W. C. A. Motto Commit thy way unto the Lord, trust also in him and he shall bring it to pass Aim— To keep in touch with other colleges and answer all letters promptly; To observe the Golden Rule. To read our Bibles daily. To give five dollars to the Asheville fund. To meet every Saturday night just after supper. To record everything of interest in the Scrap Book. MEMBERS Kansas Byers, Chairman Winnie Baber Mamie Miller Cora Ballard Mamie Mabry Bessie Hoffman Elizabeth Rogers Officers of the Missionary Society All for Christ Iva Mcintosh - - President Lucy Jordan - - First Vice-President Bryte Bess - - Second Vice-President Lucy King - - Secretary Mabel Clyde - - Treasurer Miss Holtzclaw - - - Lady Manager The Missionary Society The Missionary Society is one of the strong Christian elements of the school. It has been, and is proving a very helpful feature to the student body, in that it builds up, and increases the Missionary Spirit in the lives of those here. This Society is very closely allied to the Young Women ' s Christian Association. The two work hand in hand as all well organized religious organizations should. We are sure that their influences are felt by all who will heed to thought- ful subjects. Although our Society is not so strong in membership as we would believe it ought to be, yet we feel and know it means no little good to the Institution, and those who are members. Still we hope at an early day to have several of our own members carrying the glad messages of the Gospel to those across the seas. Art Club Motto A purpose is the eternal condition of siiccess Flower Colors Pansy Purple and Gold OFFICERS Rosalie Lackey Ellen Andrews Helen Clyde President Secretary Treasurer MEMBERS Ellen Andrews Frances Atkinson Cora Ballard Lillian Beattie Miss Boyd Miss Brink Grace Carpenter Jennie Carpenter Miss Courtney Helen Clyde Mrs. Craddock Mother Craven Ruth Fincher Anna Lee Henkle Miss Holtzclaw Bessie Hoffman Minnie Herman Gladys Jacksc Obern Jackson Lucy King Rosalie Lackey Irene Martin Annie Miller Mary Newland Robert Pickens Grace Tuttle Fannie Weaver Zaida Winkler The Glee Club Hazel McAdams Kate Shaw Mabel Clyde Director Secretary Treasurer MEMBERS Tommie Baber Ethel Brown Helen Clyde Mabel Clyde Mattie Camp Sallie Cox Alma Goode Obem Jackson Gladys Jackson Lucy Jordan Bessie King Anna King Marion Long Fuchsia Lackey Veta Lentz Jennie Mecum Stella McGhee Bill McGhee Virginia Patterson Rose Stacy Zona Stroup Kate Shaw Mamie Sharpe Louise Waldrop Davenport Dramatic Club OFFICERS Marion Long .... President Mamie Nipper .... Vice President Lueile Lowery - - Secretary and Treasurer MEMBERS Carrie Gcforth Marion Long Lueile Lowery Mamie Nipper Floy Trollinger Zaida Winkler The Chatham Club Place of Meetikg— Anywhere in old Chatham. Motto— Keep a tryin. ' Yell Siler City, Pittsboro, Goldston, Gulf We ' re the girls that are the stuff. All from Chatham, don ' t you see? And the ones at old D. C. MEMBERS Hazel McAdams— Siler City Jewell Womble— Goldston Margaret Brooks— Pittsboro Grace Frazier— Gulf Chatham ! ! ! B. F. C. Motto Fortune Javors the brave Golden Text Aim Do others before they do you To make it in five minutes Pass-word— If it ' s all the same to you, do it Yell Yickity ! Yackety ! Sis boom, bah ! We are all right ! Yes we are ! OFFICERS Obern Jackson Gladys Jackson Rosebud Brown Sallie Cox MEMBERS Obern Jackson Sallie Cox Gladys Jackson Rosebud Brown President Vice-President Secretary Treasurer NICK NAME Oats Pig-headed Glad Buddy The Midniofht Visitors hat, drink and he Tnerry, for at the next meeting we may be caught Flower Color MoonfloweJ White and black Favorite Pastime Practicing voice with our moittha closed and having the accompaniment played on dumb pianos. Aim — To have a good time Place of Meeting— Afobody knows Time of Meeting — W nZe the rest are snoring OFFICERS Virginia Patterson ----- President Elsie Lefler ...... Vice-President Kate Shaw Secretary Mamie Nipper ...--- Treasurer Roll Call Nickname Chief Ambition Virginia Patterson Ginger To marry an Earl Elsie Lefler Nig To talk to the Wall Kate Shaw Kitty To marry a P. O. clerk Mamie Nipper Nip To read dime novels Bessie Hoffman White To have curls Winnie Baber Babe To get married Mary Hill Lentz Hilly To break boys ' hearts Lucy Price Sweetie To be Miss Tapp ' s pet Pauline Raper Gruntie To stay in the Infirmary Charity Nipper Dumpie To write to Harry Ethel Brown Splinter To look pretty Sophie Lefler Tattle To be hall marsh al The G. G. G. Club Flower Golden-rod Colors Green and Gold Place of Meeting Down in the attic or up in the cellar Pass-word Gee! Yell Gee! Gee! Gee! Out for sport. G. G. G ' s Of Davenport. MEMBERS Lucile Lowery Mabel Cherry Jennie Carpenter Margaret Brooks Jennie Mecum Inez Legette Ruth Fincher Fannie Weaver Nell Moore Ruth Sanford Louise Waldrop Jacks 3ill Andrews Lucy Jordan Marion Long Fuschia Lackey Rose Stacy Rosalie Lackey Stella McGhee Bill McGhee Mamie Sharpe The R. N. C ' s Flower Sun-floue) Motto Never to be on time Colors Pink and green Time of Meeting — On swell occasions Place of Meeting— Above or below Yell Rah ! Rah ! Ree ! Who are we? The latest ! The latest ! Of old D. C. Sophie Lefler Charity Nipper Ethel Brown - Helen Clyde OFFICERS President Vice-President Secretary Treasurer MEMBERS Helen Clyde Winnie Baber Charity Nipper Mamie Nipper Sophie Lefler Lucile Lowery Ethel Brown Helen Martin Such is Life— at Davenport We arise in the morning ' . We retire at ten at night, We live through the entire day, And strive with all our might. At all chapel exercises Both morning and night We tolerate just scores of things And breathlessly hold our fright. We know that most positively We mu t obey our rules Or else, like some poor, dear, sweet girls, We ' ll be sent away from school. Each morning, noon and evening We most clearly recollect. That pianos are absolutety touchless And emphatically not to peck. Too, all of us know full well. Each afternoon is strictly kept For pure study — good hard work, So we must never seem as if we ' d slept. No rats or switches, combs or brushes, Can be touched in this time Do nothing but study, study, study, And in doing it, learn to rhyme. We at all times must act lady-like, Never laugh or cry or squeal, But be just timid little maidens In school, in halls— at meals. If any of us should forget To turn the lights off when we leave, Our old Tom may be instantly called To show us the trick and thus us relieve. If our doors, beds or windows. Ever need mending at all, Report to the office to our President And he will answer our call! It doesn ' t matter in the least When on earth the mail is called The Harmony class meets jiist the same And when that bell rings we high-ball. If you want a (new) piece of music Go at once to Miss Brink ' s room; Don ' t pester him one moment He ' s too busy o hoUerin ' tunes. Some times we take gym gestures, My, but its a funny sight To see us salutin ' and abowin ' To the left and to the right. We are taught to do it gracefully Slowly and with perfect ease But indeed, quite a few of us Only jump about like fleas. The blessed Seniors are privileged characters, They go to walk 07ice every day Without a teacher or the Lady Principal And actually choose their own way. Juniors, Sophs, Fresh and Preps Poor things, alas! too bad! They string along in a row With a teacher looking sad. But still the college of Old Davenport Is one of the very best schools, We like it better, far better. Than if it possessed no rules. Hazel McAdams. Davenport Chronicle Sept. 6— College opens. 10-Y. W. C. A. Reception. 13— The Sidney Lanier Literary Society entertains new girls. 15-The Henry Timrod Literary Society entertains new girls. 24— A campus jubilee. 25-The appearance of Elephant and clown. 28- Donning of Senior caps and robes, ho)ior and dignity. Oct. 1— Ken twood serenade. 5— A man on the campus! (Ask Zona.) 7— Uprising of English Classes. 8-The Fairy Party. 17— A trip to Mt. Hibriten. 19— A country outing. 23-Lecture on Davenport of fifty years ago. 29— The Seniors ' birthday dinner. 31- -Halloween party. Nov. 4— Recital by students. 6— College Beautiful Association entertains. 13— Reception to Faculty, Trustees and Seniors. 19- Frolic in Recreation Hall. (Col. B appears on scene of action. ) 24— A grand Thanksgiving dinner. 29— Book Reception. Dec. 5— Students Dramatic Recital. 11— Y. W. C. A. Week of Prayer. 18 -Next week exams says Mr. Craven. 20— Miss Long ' s Recital. Christmas ! At Home ! Enjoying life ! Jan 3— Back again. 4— Special choir practice for Mr. Craven ' s Welcome Address in chapel. 6— Prepare for work. 8— Work begins on Annual. (Beauty struck.) 23— Mrs. Hannibal Williams appears in As You Like It. 28— Big gym. display to-night. 30— Mr. Hannibal Williams gives Julius Caesar. 4— Frolic for children. 6— The Chatham Club chases a rabbit. 13— One of Chatham Club ' s Rabbits is lost. Sorrow reigns. 14— Valentine Day— lots of fun. 15— Mr. Birmingham entertains by giving the famous Passion Play pictures in College Auditorium. ' ' 20— Lecture : ' ' Feast of Languages. ' ' 21 — Graduating Recital. Mar. 1— Basket Ball Teams make first appearance of season in interesting game. 2— Annual progressing— Seniors busy. 7 -Inter-Society Debate. 14 — Dr. Rowe with us. 18-New Furnishings of Y. W. C. A. Mall. 20 — Junior Reception. 21 — Miss Tapp smiles on class. 26-Students Recital. 28— Jacks enjoy life to-night. 30— ' Varsity team challenges the Sampsonian. Apr. 1— Campused agin. 9 — Enjoyable Reception. 16— Easter Recitals. 20— Picknicking. May 1 — Senior Banquet. 2 —Midnight Visitors appear. 4— Missionary Cabinet entertains. 9— Seven Sisters feasting in brotherly love. 10--G. G. G ' s give final blow out. 15-20— Exams ! Exams! 24— Alumni Reception. Annual Concert. 25— Good-bye Davenport. Characteristic Sayings Ellen Andrews- Now just look at Miss Carr, isn ' t she pretty? V INNIE Baber— Oo-oo! I didn ' t get to hit you. ToMMiE Barer- Well, I ' ll declare. Bryte Bess— You don ' t mean it. Kansas Byers- Aw, shucks. Rosebud Brown- It ' s all the same to you. Margaret Brooks- Er, look here. Jennie Carpenter— Wait a minute. Beulah Cline- I know— but I don ' t know whether I can tell it or not. Mattie Camp— Now see here. Mabel Clyde- ' Deah, deah! Gertrude Courtney- Sail and I Sallie Cox- Come on! You ' re not game if you don ' t. Alma Goode — Uh, huh, we do it just exactly that way, too. ' ' Grace Frazier- I ' ve got to go practice right now! Bess Hoffman- Well, Fannie. Minnie Herman- Sure enough. Lucy Jordan- 0, how I do love- papa! Lucy King- That ' ll be all-right. Bessie King- Well, girls, I just don ' t know what we are going to do. Anna King— Don ' t you dare. LuciLE LowRY- Merciful fathers. Sophia Lefler- Don ' t you wish you were as big as I am? Elsie Lefler— If I couldn ' t beat that, I ' d stop. Rosalie Lackey— I tell you, I Hke that girl. FuscHiA Lackey- Jos i. Marion Long— 0, you make me tired. Joyce Lenoir- Oo ! He has the darlingest brown eyes ! Mamie Mabry- I adore Latin. IVA McIntosh- I ' ll try. Jennie Mecum- That ' s the way they do to Bosting Bill McGhee- 0 gee, but he ' s handsome ' ' ' ' L ' Jkfesr ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' P - ° ° ' - these Hazel McAdams Geraldine loves you all a passel ' afydS;- ' ' ■ ' ' ' ' - Wn ' ttell her so for Mamie Nipper- Honey, don ' t go, darlin ' Virginia Patterson- 0. you can ' t get ahead of me  PAULINEJAPER- I ' ve got the headache-I ' m Just about Ellen Rogers - Well. I ' ll jnst Jail on that old Physics Elizabeth Rogers- ' Tain ' t so! Ruth Sanford- Aw, I don ' t care ' ' ' % ' SZJr ' ' ' ' ' switching-yes, you do. Zona Stroup- Girls, girls, we ' ve just got to get to work! Nellie Shepherd - Poor girls! 0, I ' m so glad I finished fnglish last year. Kate Shaw- He-he-he-he-he ! Mamie Sharps— Bubba loves you in his soul. Jewell Womble- Yes, Honey, I ' m coming. Louise Waldrop- I got to go see Tapp, Fannie Weaver— Yes, yes Bess, I love you. Nellie West— I ' m a Dutchman, if I do it! Tennis Club Colors White and Black Attire White Shirt-waist Suits Lucy Jordan Hazel McAdams Kate Shaw OFFICERS President Vice-President Secretary and Treasurer MEMBERS Rosebud Brown Lucy Jordan Inez Legette Lucile Lowery Jennie Mecum Hazel McAdams Mamie Miller Pauline Raper Ruth Sanford Fannie Weaver Louise Waldrop ' Varsity Basket Ball Team Zona Stroup, rf Hazel McAdams, If Rosalie Lackey, Bill McGhee, sc Fuchsia Lackey, rg Rosebud Brown, Ig Miss Brink, Manager Samsonian Basket Ball Team Helen Clyde, rf Fannie Weaver, If Inez Lagette, c Ruth Sanford, sc Margaret Brooks, rg Mary Lowrance, Ig Robert McCaiin had been in search of a little boy to help him in his studio for several weeks, and it seemed that he was not going to succeed in getting one who satisfied him. At last someone told him about Mrs. Cooke, a widow who was taking care of two little orphans; the eldest a boy of twelve years and the youngest a girl of ten. As Mrs. Cooke was in rather poor circumstances Robert felt sure that she would gladly let him have the boy at a moderate salary. He went at once to see her, but upon arriving, found that the child, whose name was Philip, had obtained other work. If you would only take his sister, Lucy. I know she could do the work all right, and I would see that she gets to your studio as early as you need her. Won ' t you at least give her a trial? said Mrs. Cooke. No, I ' m afraid not. I have set my heart upon having a little boy, and I will not be satisfied until I have found one, he answered. I would like to help you by taking the little girl but I don ' t think she could do the work required in my studio. So he had to go back to his work disappointed again. Early the next morning a very neat, clean looking, little boy walked into his studio. I am Philip Bradley and I have come to work for you, he said. I thou ght you were working somewhere else, Robert said. Yes, I was, but Mr. Jones let my sister take my place and I have come to you. ■ ' That was very good of him and I am very glad to have you. I hope we will like each other and have some good times together. ' ' Not long after Philip began his work, Mr. McCann de- cided to make a visit to his aunt who lived about five miles out from Jonesboro. This old country home was very dear to the young artist. He had lived there until he was eighteen years old, then moved into the city that he might have the advantage of studying under an old art master. Now he wished again to see his old home, to roam over hills, and once more see his aunt, who had been so good to him in his childhood, while he was undei- her care. He did not really need Philip but he had become so de- voted to the child that he took him with him and here they lived for one happy year. One was seldom seen without the other, but at the end of the year the two friends parted; Robert to go to Italy to continue his study, Philip to go back to his home with Mrs. Cooke. While studying abroad Robert often thought of his little Philip and wished he could see the child who had come into his heart. Philip wrote to Robert only once and then it was but a line which he put in a letter that his aunt wrote. The words were these: Dear Robert, I love you. Philip. And though the words were fev. they made tears of joy spring to Robert ' s eyes, and encouraged him in his work. One day Robert began to paint a figure, of whom he did not know, but day by day he worked until it tui-ned out to be a little curly-headed boy, with a very sorrowful expres- sion upon his face; than he knew that it was little Philip. The painting won fame for Robert throughout Italy and crowds of people flocked to his studio to see his picture and he found himself saluted as the Great Artist. After a period of ten years abroad Robert came to America once again. His aunt was now dead, yet he wanted to see his old home. Everywhere were reminders of Philip. Being discontented and restless he decided to make inquiries concerning him. He walked past the place where Philip had lived and just as he was going down the lane he saw a bright, merry looking girl about twenty years of age coming towards him. Two smiling little girls were holding to her hands. They had books and baskets which made Robert think that they had come from school. However it was at the young lady ' s face that he glanced the second time. She was so like Philip. She must be his sister, he thought, and the next day when he saw her again, this time alone, he could not resist the temptation to speak to her. Pardon me, Madame, but are you not Miss Bradley? he said. I am, she answered. He was more startled than ever for her voice sounded like Philip ' s. When he had overcome his surprise he spoke again. I am Robert McCann, I knew your brother when he was quite a little boy and I was just in search of information concerning him. I thought a great deal of Philip and I would be so glad to see him once more. Will you tell me where he is now? She was so confused that she could scarcely tell him that she had been the supposed Philip and that he had never seen her brother. The day that you came for Philip, she said. I was in the room next to the one in which you were talking to my aunt. I heard every word you both said and then and there I made up my mind that you would take me even if I ' were a girl. The next morning I dressed in one of my brother ' s suits and auntie cut my hair like his and I went to your studio. The rest you know. They had walked as far as the gate of her home and Robert left with Miss Bradley ' s consent for him to come back. He had not been to her home many times when one night he said to her: I have come to ask if I may not some day take the little girl with me instead of the boy. Then he went on to tell her of the love which he had had for her even as a boy: to tell her how much more he loved her as a girl. Will you go with me? he said. But she would give him no answer then, on the next day, however, he received a note from her which read: Dear Robert, I love you. ' Philip. ' Kate Shaw. The Village Washwoman Under a spreading chestnut tree The village washwoman stands; Aunt Kate, a fat old woman is she, With large and sinewy hands; And the muscles of her big black arms Are strong as iron bands. Her hair is a mixture of thread and kinks, Her face is like black ink; Her arms are wet with honest sweat, But goodness, how it stinks! She looks the whole world in the face For she owes no one she thinks. Week in, week out, from mom till night. You can hear her puff and blow; As she rub-a-dub-dubs up and down. With measured beat and slow. Washing clothes from early morn. Till the evening sun is low. And children coming home from school Stop under the walnut tree; They love to hear Aunt Kate ' s kind voice. And her old time melody And watch the suds as they glitter Like foam on a stormy sea. Toiling, rejoicing, sorrowing, Onward through life she goes; Each morning sees some task begin. Each evening sees it close; Something attempted something done, Has earned a night ' s repose. —Mamie Miller. MARY AND WALTER (Compounders of ' ' X. Y. Z. ) Jokes Minnie (to Grace, who was reading aloud Lincoln ' s address at Gettysburg. ) Grace are you never going to finish that old Musical History. Miss Tapp: I do love mountains. English Students: Wish we were mountains. Virginia: Was Socrates a planet? Stell (posing for a picture:) Do you suppose my red hair and nose will show? Sal: This must be a healthy place for chickens. Alma: Why? Sal: I haven ' t seen a dead one since I ' ve been here. New girl pulling at the light: Somebody come here quick, this here rope ' s on fire! A new girl to Practice teacher: There ain ' t no glass on that air light and I can ' t see. One of the Freshmen asked Folsom Davis what the English lesson was for next time. Falsom: Miss Tapp said make a brief outline of the entire Bible. Louise: Where is your room at? Inez: Ain ' t you never seen where I room at? Miss Radford, taking a piece of graham bread was heard to exclaim, Oh, what brown light-bread! Nell : ' ' It is snowing. ' ' Fannie: Oh, where at? Annie Sanford: Oh, when are the Sophomores going to have their Junior Reception? I want to get my dress. Mr. McGhee: Bill, what did you get on deport- ment this year? Bill: I ' m not taking that now father. New girl: I ' m going to the conformatory. I ' ve got the headache. Katie: Oh, I ' m just wild to travel in Europe. Louise: I had rather travel in France and Italy. Miss Radford: ' ' Jewell, pass me the cabbage please. Jewell: It ' s kraut, Miss Radford. Miss Radford: Kraut? Where does kraut grow? Mabel: Oh, Hazel, that ' s a beautiful pin you have. It ' s an heirloom isn ' t it? Hazel: Yes, and I am so very proud of it. Rosie (taking it and looking it all over thoughtfully) Well, I don ' t see any heirloom on it. Elizabeth: Didn ' t you get a pennant from a friend at Mars Hill this evening? New Girl: Yes, I have several friends there. Elizabeth: Well, how high is the curriculum there? New girl: Six and one-half dollars, I think. Jennie (at Bible Study): You know what the Bible says there, where John the Baptist was baptizing the children of Israel. Then she wondered why every one laughed. Mamie: I did not know Irene Martin ' s Gradua- ting Recital was coming so soon. Nellie West: What will she graduate in, art? Miss Radford (on Geometry): Elsie what are you doing? Elsie: Why I ' m drawing the figure, I ' ve forgotten the proposition. Inez was lazily looking through a Saturday Even- ing Post. Presently she came across a very touching picture where he was pressing her to his heart very tenderly. Unconsciously she commenced shaking and squeezing herself and cried aloud: My, but doesn ' t that feel good. M. Whose picture is that? J. Francis Willard ' s. M. Is she some of your kinf oiks. Two Seniors who were poring over and working out the prices of certain Annual costs were heard to say, Multiply new numerators together for new denomina- tors and old denominators together for old, new de- nominators. The Librarian walked into the office one day to ask the president about some important questions. Among them was this: Mr. Craven, I have on hand two cents which were collected for fines. What shall I do with it? Mr. Craven with serious and thoughtful expres- sion, Well, Miss Camp, I have been wanting you folks to have a new Century Dictionary a long time you might take your chance to get one now. Or else just deposit your two cents and save it. Miss Holtzclaw; Name some of the game birds. Pupil: Prairie hens chickens, hens and rabbits. Jennie: I believe all poets must write at night, because Milton did and I do. Mr. Craven (examining a barrel of kraut) : Come here Mr. Birmingham and tell me what this is. Mr. B. Why it looks like cod fish. Is that what it is ? Louise: Miss Radford, how do you think the girls looked when they went to walk to-day ? Miss Radford: 0, I think they looked real nice. I watched them until they were out of sight and then I could not see them. [On Botany] Miss Courtney: Gladys, how do we know there is starch in plants? [Before Gladys had time to answer] Jessie: By the ivay they feel — their resemblance to starch. Olive: Is that the reason water-melon seed are so slick? 1. 2. 3. week? 4. 5. Faculty Conundrums What birds did Poe immortalize in Poetry? Where would we like to live— in what city? Where do we often stand, near our examination What would a gentle Knight (?) like to do? Whom do we some times embrace and play like we ' re fighting? 6. An old Scotch word meaning afraid and a crossing. 7. What do we think a certain young man in Lenoir likes to do? 8. A correlative and a kind of fuel? 9. What would we like to go home in? 10. A city of Palestine? 11. A near relative and a pretty name? 12. The dearest friend we possess on earth and a kind of bird. Answers The (C) ravens. Birmingham. (On the) Brink (of failing.) Mar(r)y Tapp. Holtz-claw. Rad-ford. Court (ney). Nor-ivood. Carir). Hebron. Aunt-Mary. Mother (C) raven. H. Me. Miscellaneous Good-by, old kitchen, I ' m going up-up-up-stairsto-nighf [Loaf of bread] Sonata Pathatique A student was studying Trig. problems one night, In study hall under the electric light; She worked and she figured but still had to say The problems just wouldn ' t come out the right way. Mantissas and cosines, logs, tangents, and sines, Became so confused with angles and lines, That at last she didn ' t know one from the other, And exclaimed in disgust: Trig ' s a terrible bother, Grits ! Grits ! Grits! Grits! Grits! On every table I see; And I thought my stomach could take Not another one into me. well, for the light bread and ' lasses That we eat every day of the world; well, for the plates full of hash Which are consumed by every girl. And the days go on and on To their place in the passing years, And we think of the things we have consumed, With sighs, and groans, and tears. Grits! Grits! Grits! At the foot of the table we cry; But we cannot forget the good things at home No matter how hard we try. Seniors and College Life. Seniors and college life, And English and Math, for me! And may there be no English to write When I go home in glee! But at such a time sighing does no good So full of themes and notes We must tak-e off our caps and robes and should Put on our coats. Examination bell And after that the dark ! And there may be much sadness of farewell If we get a bad mark! Home from College. Thank Heaven! the crisis— The danger is past! The lingering suspense Is over at last And the fever called Exams, Is over at last. Sadly I know I am shorn of my knowledge; On paper I put it— Now I leave the old college But no matter ! If failed They ' ll say: She ' s home from college. Notice:-For ads. for the Galax apply to the business men of Lenoir. They will be glad to talk to the young adies when not too busy and not thinking of changing their busmess. Girls, you should not gobble up all of Shakespeare at once but study it in a systematic way. T J fr ' ' f °f. ' ' h ° ege kitchen. Dish of hash offered to discoverer of the thief. Mary and Walter. Notice:-Miss Holtzclaw now makes her rounds at the beginning of the second period instead of the first. Girls take advantage of this and do your visiting the first and third periods. Why? Why do our smiles escape For frowns to seize the face? I know not. Teachers say Obey, and girls obey. I see, and know not why Cares live and joys die. Write a true biography one day, annual material another, a ■whole magazine, paper on Characters Destiny, argument for Debate, hard study of Milton, and systematic reading of Shakespeare, the successive days— such is life. (I mean at D. C.) Notice: Be sure to read The Making of a Successful Wife. J. B. Craven. Wanted ! About one hundred noiseless girls— must be lady-like. J. B. Craven. A cord to tie Miss Tapp ' s notes to her. To wear Senior robes down street during commencement. Junior Class. A lovely potof fearfully realistic Hyacinths, gorgeous and delicate colors will be accepted. I need them for my studio. Mr. Birmingham. Some more problems for the Physics Class. Miss Radford. A new idea. Mattie Camp. A half dozen brand new, high sounding phrases. Rosebud Brown. A cure iorfat. Iva Mcintosh. A stronger chair for Rosalie Lackey. To know: If sixteen average human beings attain an average velocity of ten on Psychology, how many girls are capable of the same velocity would pass on Economics? A pass on English. Student Body. A light that will turn off itself. The Girls Four more yeai ' s to get off Arithmetic. Pauline Raper, A cartload of rats and puffs. Kathleen Shell. To be loved by Miss Tapp and Hazel. Louise Waldrop. Another cute drummer to flirt with. Joyce Lenoir. A set of girls that will not make noises while the roll is being called in the morning. Mrs. J. B. Craven. A Senior Class who will tear up Shakespere ' s plays. Mr. Craven. Two Mother Cravens. The Girls. The Cravens to hurry and leave their table, so we can get their hash— ' ' Rosie ' ' The girls to march in a perfectly beautiful straight line. Mr. Birmingham. The time lost in marching Friday night to put on my magazine. A new and harder Math. To learn the art of taking notes. A few minutes lost while walking. A piano to play ragtime on. Something to remove freckles. Jehnie Mecum. Beulah Marie Cline. English Students. Kansas Byers. Sallie Cox. Stell. Don ' ts Don ' t forget to be noisy and sing on the halls. Don ' t forget to go on class and not meet your teacher half-way. Don ' t forget to flirt with every boy you see in Kent Wood. Don ' t pay the slightest attention to any of Mr. Craven ' s lectures. Don ' t fail to learn how to dance off the hill or you will miss half your life. Don ' t stop smiling when the business men of Lenoir say they have not time to talk. Don ' t eat slowly at the table, — grab everything in sight. Don ' t fail to peep through the door of Mr. Birmingham ' s studio. Don ' t ever keep an original thought to yourself. Tell it immediately to every girl and teacher in the home. Don ' t go to the chapel when the prayer bell rings— wait until Mr. Craven escorts you in. Don ' t ever leave any of the backs on magazines which belong to the library. Don ' t ever show any interest whatever when the mail is being called. Just be quiet in your rooms. Don ' t pay your bills at the book room. Don ' t study for exams. It is not necessary here. Finis Finished at last! finished at last! The 1911 Galax is finished at last, In spite of the trouble you ' ve been to us There is some joy to greet us. No great praises will your pages bring But in after years they will sing The memories of that four year ' s stay Within Davenport ' s walls, hurrah! Memories of the 1911 Class Will come flying thick and fast, As our eyes over your pages pass And the work done by the members of that class. TOMMIE Baber. the m w DAVENPORT COLLEGE -FOR- Girls and Young Women LENOIR, N. C. FOUNDED IN 1857 Boarding and Day School, Primary, Preparatory, Academic, Special and College Courses. FACULTY OF TRAINED SPECIALISTS IfFounded and conducted for those who desire the very best advantages for their daughters, and who will fully appreciate the beautiful home life, refined and cultured associations, best method and thorough instruction, and the Development of Christian Character IThe Conservatory of Music, and the departments of Art and Expression adhere, in all their departments, to the methods of the foremost European Authorities. 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