Littleton College - Chatterbox Yearbook (Littleton, NC)

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2 3 6 THE CHATTERBOX. school, if she had only tried! WVeep, because you oouldn't possibly be she, and then turn your face the other Way, down the years to--say, 1950, and behold that graduate and then shout, girls, because you belong to the class of 1908! I tell you, there is nothing like criticism, after all-for it is always something like the truth. And now, behold the Seniors of Littleton College: they envy not, neither do they despise, and yet I say that the Freslinien, with all their nunibers, have not as much trouble as one of these.

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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

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THE CHATTERBOX. 237 A Fable. L. MAY SPENCE. In the History of Littleton College, we are told that for Three Years there was in its Student Body a girl who, from some Incurable Disease, was practically Always Late-at Meals and Recitations especially. This girl remained in school until her Senior Year, and up to her Last Year she was Never Known to have been Cn Time but once On this occasion, the Seniors were in- vited to a Hotel Banquet, and this girl proceeded to find her a partner-or perhaps one might more Properly say, some one to Fall in Line with. She asked One Girl, and her re- ply ra.n thus: I will go with you provided you Promise to be On Timef' She promised, and was -Iohmiy-on-the-Spot at eight o'clock, much to the surprise of every one. That Event will not be Forgotten. During the same year, President Rhodes promised to take a number of girls to a Marriage. The Slow Girl Intended going, but when the time came and the girls assembled in the Reception Hall, in the rush of getting off, they failed to see if all were present. Ever since the world began it has been the case, and I suppose it will ever be, that when one arranges a Date on which to be Married, ,he does not want to wait and lfVill Not wait. This Particular Couple seemed Especially Anxious to be prompt, as they were married a Few Minutes sooner than had been Planned. Mter the Ceremony was over and the girls were wending their way back to the College, who should be seen in the Long Distance but two girls coming toward them! It proved to be none other than the Slow Goer and a Freshie that she had persuaded to go with her. VVhile she Tarried, the Couple was married. KN. B. Thatls a Rhymej Moral: Don't be the Cow's Tail.