East Tennessee State University - Buccaneer Yearbook (Johnson City, TN)

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OLD HICKORY LEON EUGENE EASTERLY Greeneville, Tennessee Science Mathematics WILLIAM LAXTON Huntsville, Tennessee Mathematics History Page Twenty-five

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OLD HICKORY ALICE HICKS Bluff City, Tennessee History. Literature JULIA KATHERINE PARVIN Surgoinsville, Tennessee History. Literature President of Y. W. C. A. 1919 Assistant Librarian 1919-20 CARMEL KING Johnson City, Tennessee History. Literature $ Page Twenty-four

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OLD HICKORY A IRemmtscvnte of 1919-1920 Twenty years ago this June—can it be that long? Yes, twelve months have passed twenty times since our Normal Class bade good-by and separ¬ ated. Will we ever forget those happy care-free days spent together? “It is true that the heart hath its own memory, like the mind, and in it are en¬ shrined the precious keepsakes into which is wrought the giver’s loving thought, so in our hearts are kept the friendships and experiences of yore. At that time how difficult and trying we thought many of those experiences were, but distance lends enchantment to past events, and we cease to think of them as hardships, but rather as pleasant memories. I remember as if it were only yesterday, the two years from beginning to end, we spent at the Normal. It was a September day in 1918 when we arrived there. To forget that day would be impossible. Most of us were just out of high school and were very enthusiastic to begin college work, but our ardent zeal began to weaken as we, the juniors, found ourselves in new surroundings and among strangers. The dignfied seniors stood by and looked on with pity, as if to say, “Poor juniors, you need sympathy.” It seemed as if we had never been in such an entanglement of rooms before. We knew that we were supposed to go to the Dean’s office to matriculate, but where was this office? Some of us found it by seeing the multitude standing around the door, and others found it by stumbling into it. We entered very quietly and meekly. He greeted us with a broad kind smile, and patiently as our turn came, made out our blue cards; then he calmly informed us that we would find the bookkeeper’s office down the hall, two doors to the right. We thought finding this would be no trouble, and to some it was not, but to others it seemed as if their trouble was just beginning, especially was this the case of Anne Guinn, who became very much perplexed when she entered the auditorium instead of the bookkeeper’s office, thinking that she had gone exactly by the Dean’s directions, and wondering if he could not have been mistaken. She retraced her steps and found herself in the literature room. Here she saw Professor Burleson and asked if he were the bookkeeper. He came to her rescue by taking her to the long sought for office and then di¬ rected her to the President. This was only one of the many blunders of the juniors’ initiation into the Normal. At last we all found the bookkeeper and the President. Some of us en¬ tered the office one by one, others by twos and threes, but all entered with awed expressions and lack of control of the nerves. This was our first glance of the man we had heard the old students call “Uncle Sid.” He greeted us pleasantly with “good morning, young ladies.” We meekly handed him our cards—some he signed, others he sent back to the Dean. Oh, the ordeal of going over all that rambling again to have our work changed. Just as Lucille and Enna were leaving the President’s office to have an¬ other interview with the Dean, whom should they meet but Carrie Lee, who had been standing outside trying to sum up enough courage to enter. They Page Twenty-six