Hedding College - Orange Yearbook (Abingdon, IL)

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W W NY giaizef.-sf raccagweiafzaccffismhg O,-67,189 ELSE? lfgaiaiaxf 42221 35225 ht tl ky ,Q law, qv I Sauctg- ilixfth Qlnmmrnrrnwnt L1 hr! is WI June 10, 1920 ' I L , W' Hedding College CK Ei Nec Serviri Sed Servire Lg, Burnside Chapel 1 Lal' Abingdon, Illinois s I Lal via PROGRAM W , Processional ' in Invocation , ,X J' Piano-Concert Etude .... . MacD0re'ell W, 22 Miss NILES WI 'mi Commencement Address J l it B1sHoP WILSON S. LEWIS, D. D., LL. D., Foochow, China wi The Miller's VVooing .............. Fanning IW CHORUS Presentation of Diplomas W, Awarding of Prizes , A kr Annual Report it lg Away to the Fields . ..... , Wilson CHORUS ir if Benediction .M 49 CLASS ROLL 49 W: Bachelor of Arts Bachelor of Science fi George Martin Eastham John VVatson Fritz W Merle Robb Gallup Harold Emory Hunter 1 L if , , , , Dale Neville Roberts W Dzploma zn I ozce Jog :M Wanda Leona Norval Lvl PM QA W' HONORS 24 u, V ' 1 ' fj, Premier Honor for Scholarship, 1920 ...,,,,,,,,,.,,,,,, ....,.. J ohn IV. Fritz LM Warren Grove Ryan Contest in Oratory, 1920 ..,..,, ..,.,,.. I van Obenshain M M, Junior Prize for Scholarship, 1920 ........,.....,..,.....,,............,........,......... Ivan Obenshain 5- IW Marshal of the College, '21-,22 ........................................,.............,.,... Clement Snedaker I5 4 V, Hedding College Scholarship to the University of Illinois, '21 ...,.,...... Ivan ODEHSIIHIII El Housekeeper's Prize, '19-'20 ...,.,...,....,,,,..,.,.....,.....,....... Ruth Young, Florence Ivebber l 1 Wg J. G. Evans Debate, 1920 ..,,,,.,.,,,.,,.,,,....,.,..,...,....,..,.,.,..,....., Lincolnian Literary Society lol Represented by Gerald E. Moore, Lora Timmons, Harold E. Hunter I I Individual Debate Prizes- t H First fS25j .,,,,.,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,..,.,,,,, ..,,,,,,,, ...,.,,,,,,......,.....,......... H a rold E. Hunter 'V gr? Second CS10b ,,.,,,,,,,,,,,,,.,,,,,,,,..,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,..,,,,,,,.,,.,.e .,....,., I van Obenshain if Third C355 ..,,,,.,..,,,,,,,,,,,.,.,,,,.,,,.,.,,,.,,.,,,,,,,,,,,...,..,...e.. ...,..... I 'erne YVhitnah WL Hedding College Scholarship for the Academy, 1920 ..,.... ...... D Orothy lvllitted NY' l i I VY Nr: 1 . Q01 31'i?fr3iSiSi2li'l I jAi'5-Silo? Qi'5P35PQ Xafirifbxsiir 51? 3 - One Hundred Fourtee

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.,-,J1... My Qfggggf:g.:,eeg if if Leigh Smith Gln-nprratinr Hunk Starr Manager . . . . . EVERETT LEIGH Assistant Manager' . . . . . . . ALBERT COPELAND BOARD OF DIRECTORS President-Prof. C. C. Smith Ruth Peterson Jean Thompson Kenneth Cable Miss Morrissey Dean VVhitted igeilhing Glnllvgr Svixig-Sixth Glnmmrnrvmvnt June 4, 2:30 P. M.-VVarren Grove Ryan Contest in Oratory, Burnside Chapel. June 4-, 8:00 P. M.fRecital hy Students of the Conservatory, Burnside Chapel. June 5, 11:00 A. M.-Baccalaureate Address, First Methodist Church, Clarence VVilson Greene, Ph. D., President June 5, 2:30 P. M.-Students' Annual Prayer Service. Association Room. June 5, 41:30 P. M.-Vesper Service, Burnside Chapel. June 5, 8:00 P. M.-Baccalaureate Address before the Academy, First Methodist Church, Rev. Charles Vandettum. June 6, 2:30 P. M.-Class Day Exercises, Burnside Chapel. June 6, 4:00 P. M.-Presidents Reception, President's Home. June 6, 6:30 P. M.-Literary Society Banquets. June 7, 10:00 A M.-Lincolnian Open Meeting, Burnside Chapel. June 7, 2:30 P. M.-Alpha Sigma O'pen Meeting, Burnside Chapel. June 7, 8:00 P. M.-Oliniana Exhibition, Burnside Chapel. June 8, 10:00 A M.-Alumni Program, Burnside Chapel. June 8, 10:00 A M.-Annual Meeting of the Board of Trustees. June 8, 2:30 P. M.-Inauguration Exercises of President Greene, Burnside Chapel, Kendrick Charles Babcock, Ph. D., University of Illinois. June 8, 5:00 P. M.-Former Students and Friends Banquet, Gymnasium. June 9, 10:00 A M.-Commencement, First Methodist Church. Address, Bishop Thomas Nich- olson, D. D., Chicago, Ill. One Hundred Thfrteen

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4 1.1-magag fimsiszi 2259 Ofgn Glhraa ua. Glhraa Young Mrs. Wayne Patterson stood by the library table impatiently fluttering the leaves of a book she had picked up idly from the table. The soft glow of the table lamp not only showed her to be a charming young lady dressed presumably for the theater, but it brought out rather disturbingly the soft, red lips set in a firm line. the small chin lifted defiantly, and the pair of smoldering blue eyes. Mr. VVayne Patterson, apparently unconscious both of the lovely picture his wife made and of the helpless fury in ther blue eyes, was placidly arranging the chess-men on the board in front of him. For a moment there was an electric silence and then a choked voice began. Wayne, do you know that this is just the third time in a week that I have planned to go to the theater or a party with you, and you, in spite of my wishes, have stayed at home and played chess with that Mr. Holmes or that horrid Barney. Oh Y she added, in desperation, I wonder if you have any feelings for anything but Kings or Bishops or Pawns Pi' Why, my dear Louise, you musn't feel this way. If only you would learn the game yourself, you'd realize-but then chess is a man's game and I suppose that it would be impossible to hope that a bridge playing woman could master such a gamef' .lust as Mrs. Patterson stood trying to decide whether to throw the little book that she held in her hand at her husband's well groomed head as she wanted to do- or to sweep from the room in icy silence, her eyes fell on the open page before her. It contained a quotation from Adams: Women seldom do things by halves, but often by doublesf' She caught her breath, and after a moment's careful thought, turned slowly and left the room. The maid opened the door of the library. Mr. Holmes, sir,', she announced. The next morning a sweet faced wife remarked to her husband as she poured his coffee, VVayne, dear, I'm going to run up into the country this morning to see Aunt Ellen and Uncle Bob. Aunt Ellen has been urging me to, you know, and besides I think it will do me good. I may be gone a couple of weeks, so you had better engage your meals at the club.', Uncle Bob had three hobbies, if there can be such a thing. One was his pretty niece, Louise, for he adored her. Another was his delight in telling his Civil War experiences, and last, his love for a chess game. So, for two weeks, Uncle Bob en- joyed himself immensely. His charming niece had unexpectedly come to make him a visit, she listened more attentively than ever to his war stories, and she seemed to have been taken with a sudden mania for learning chess. As the long evenings went by, Uncle Bob's heart swelled with pride, for his pupil proved to be a surprisingly apt one, and one memorable evening he even very nearly suffered apoplexy over the fact that she had actually checkmated him. Wayne Patterson was happier to have his wife home again than he thought it politic to admit. For a couple of weeks home had been a deucedly lonesome place, for some reason. He had missed her bright nonsense, her frivolous chattering, her gay voice. He caught her slim fingers eagerly in his own that first night and an- nounced, I have some tickets for the Follies. Want to go, honey? He received one of the biggest surprises of his young life when his wife answered demurely, Not to-night, old dear, let's play chess. I've been playing a little with Uncle Bob, and I've rather enjoyed it. Three hours later a prettily flushed young lady was helping put away the chess 215 1Q.ff3YL2fiI?F 2fi?1SQifr3Z14'2KI Z ! 2 2iji:dff7E7fi'2si One Hundred Fifteen