Littleton College - Chatterbox Yearbook (Littleton, NC)

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THE CHATTERBOX. 235 What it Means to Be c Senior. HELEN. May the fates be kind to the Seniors any and every where, for goodness knows they deserve blessing, succor and help from some source! And what does it mean to be a Senior? VVell, I'l1 tell you- Experience is a dear school, but fools will learn in no other, therefore, wait till you have experi- enced the great oys of seniorship and then you can feel your answer to this question. I believe all of us are fools until We get to be Seniors teither in life or in schoolj I How does one like to be a model? Yes, We are serpents set up in the Wilderness, upheld by the hand of our Alma Mater for the verdant freshmen to hold in awe, for the Sophs to admire, the Juniors to envy, the Faculty to criticise and the public to Watch. NOW, isn't that a conglomeration of devotions? Yet we tread the even tenor of our way-pitying the Fresh, loving the Sophs, amused at the Juniors, smitten With the Faculty, and trying to please the public. And now say that the Seniors don't walk on beds of roses! Indeed, they do! and crushing the roses under their feet as they go, the sweet perfume is Wafted on the breeze, and the thorns- just plenty of them !-only tickle the bottom of our feet, just causing us to thank our stars that we can be Seniors and have such privileges. YVe have a song something like this: 4'VVhere, oh! where are the grand old Seniors -Yes, Where are they? YVe look at every girl in our class to find which is the grandest, yet, only to be informed that, as with poets in life, the grandest was in the Hrst class, and that as We go further and further down the line, We get sorrier and sorrier. Girls, just think what the first graduate could have aspired to after she left