Davenport College - Galax Yearbook (Lenoir, NC)

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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?

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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.

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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