Livingstone College - Livingstonian Yearbook (Salisbury, NC)

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History of the Class of 1947 Tis said that “every dog must have his day,’ but it was a year later before the “dogs” of 48 had their day. It was only through our ability to hurdle the obstacles placed before us by the faculty and upperclassmen that we achieved the honor of having our day. We tackled the above mentioned problems with the vim and vigor with which we tackled the shoes spread out before us and the ironing which was ours to iron well or burn. I daresay that we green specimens of “homo sapiens” (with the emphasis on the “sap”) did eventually come into our own. For us the months between June and September seemed interminable, but ’ere many of us expected it, the summer. months were gone and we ‘“‘the greens” found ourselves throwing our things into our trunks which would soon be ready to make their way to the campus of Livingstone College. In the meantime, we strangers entered this new terri- tory in September of 1943. One hundred and twenty strong, we embarked with potentiali- ties to conquer and possess any new territory. After a few days’ stay, we new settlers no longer considered ourselves a separate part of the community but integrated parts of the whole. We chose as our first president William Coleman. We went to work under our new leader and made our contribution to the well-being of the institution. Scholastically, we contributed through Geraldine Gordan, who made a straight three point average for her class and herself, Anna Belle Dantzler, Mildred Ellis, Gwendolyn Cox and others. We were not missing extra-curricular activities either: Catherine Covington, Helen Monk, Lynnwood Howie, and Gwendolyn Goins rep- resented us in the Choral Union. We were represented in the Dramatic Club by Aquila Hatley, Ernest Fisher, George Blackwell, Lillian Skinner and William Coleman. The Debating Forum found life in Lula Stanton, Helen Crawford, and Oliver Summey. Ruth Caldwell, Franklin Stewart and Oliver held up the Athletic front. This first year at L. C. was all we had hoped it would be. Our Sophomore year was no Jess spectacular. New members were added in the persons of James Jones, James Eichelberger, and Joseph Thomas, who added greatly to the scholastic achievement of the class. Addie McKinney was chosen to lead the class, aided by a com- petent staff. Life at L. C. had begun to take on much joy and happiness. We brilliant, educated “fools” (as we were called) continued to let our little lights shine in the scholastic phase of college life and in extra-curricular activities. We faced our tasks with the cour- age and faith that had been ours since we were members of the one big “canine” family. In every phase of campus life we held our own, whether it be financially (incidentally we rated 3rd in the Miss Livingstone Contest), scholastic or extra-curricular. It was evi- dent on these grounds and in these very halls that the “wise ole fools” were around. Freshmen feared us; Juniors and Seniors looked upon us as their competitors. So the end of another year came, as June approached. In three months we would be back with that vim and vigor that always distinguished us. September 1945! At last we made it; finally we were able to consider ourselves full- fledged upperclassmen. This was the year that was supposed to bring all good things to us. We chose as our leader, Rev. W. J. Powell, who with all of his might tried to lead us to all the things that this year held in store. This was destined to be the most prosperous year, but January brought us to the loss of such outstanding names as Anna Belle Dantzler, Gerry Gordan, James Eichelberger, Ernest Fisher and Gwendolyn Cox. Indeed this loss discouraged us, but eventually, through the guidance of our leaders, we came out vic- toriously. We will always be remembered for a most enjoyable Junior-Senior Prom, which we so willingly promoted. The flower garden, lovers’ lane, the picket fence and Max Westerband will always be fond memories, memories that shall linger down through the ages. The year passed swiftly with Rev. Powell receiving the torch from the Senior Class. “To us they threw the torch; be ours to hold it high.” Now Father Time has swiftly moved upon us. We entered into this last year with a kind of dire that accompanies one when he must give up something he considers dear to him. We have a feeling of happiness; yet this happiness is overshadowed by a feeling of humility. In spite of our emotional state we entered with a determination to hold our own. We were happy to we lcome into our happy family such names as Leroy Foster, John H. McInnis, Robert Covington, Lamar Howard and others, who had given many of their years to fight for our America. Hats off to our men who fought so valiantly to preserve this, that we so gratefully enjoy. As our leaders we chose Rev. W. J. Powell and Leroy Foster. Under their competent leadership we accomplished all that they set before us. The days have swiftly moved, which means that soon we will all be men and women of affairs; practice teaching for some, and other activities for others, but finally commence- ment for us all. Our last days at Livingstone have fast approached; as we leave these portals of knowl- edge, as we come to the intersection in the road where the river and the brook meet, may we say to Livingstone as John Cairns, a famous Scotsman, once wrote to his former school- teacher: “I do not know what life or lives lie before me, but I do know this, that to the end of the last of them I shall bear your mark upon me.” AQUILA HATLEY, Class Historian

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Class Song “47” Tune: In The Gloaming Alma Mater we are leaving, but thy halls we’ll ne’er forget. These few years of joy we’ve spent We never shall regret. Here’s to you dear Alma Mater Here’s a toast to you for aye In our hearts you always will be Just as on this parting day. In thy sacred halls of study we have striven long and hard. And we know that in the future we shall find our just reward. So where-ever we shall go You will always hear us say We will evermore be grateful Just as on this parting day. We have had our joys and sorrows We have had our good times too, And we’re always proud to honor Livingstone’s dear black and blue. We do love thee, dear old L. C. And we hate to leave thee so, But we know that life is calling, So, farewell, for we must go. By ANNE MITCHELL Poem As We Seek to Climb By HELEN R. JONEs It seems that only yesterday We knocked for entrance at your door, You took us in and sheltered us As we sought to climb. Our hours were not filled with sun, We oft grew tired and weary too, You shared our sorrows and our joys As we sought to climb. You made a way when all was dark You gave us strength to carry on, To thee we lift our song of Praise, As we seek to climb.