Longwood College - Virginian Yearbook (Farmville, VA)

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Ware and Lizzie James strolling down Main Hall, discoursing in French or German, and as for Bee La Boyteau — She has wrestled with the sages of the dim historic ages, She has studied declamation from Demosthenes to Burk; She has sounded Tarr and McMurry, and been under Dante ' s power, And can giggle in all languages, from English doien to Turk. Then we were Seniors— grave and reverend Seniors, as we addressed each other in Seminar. We were certainly grave ones, especially, after our first psychology test. Senior geography held no ' terrors for Sallie Davis. With a serene smile she calmly demonstrated everv problem concerning the time in Egypt when it was half past two A. M. here. The rest of us, meanwhile, ground our teeth in despair and violently scratched our heads for the inspiration that was not. When we passed Senior A we felt that there was nothing that could daunt us. We had not met the Training School. Oh, that first week! when our Supervisors with enquiring faces looked up at our wild questions, and the observing Senior A ' s, with satisfied smiles, wrote page after page of criticisms! But we fought on, and gradually the brilliant intellects asserted themselves, and we drew a deep breath of relief — the reputation of our class was saved. Every one remarked the scarcity of flowers in town last fall. Eleanor Abbitt completely won the hearts of the children of the Second Grade when she sang to them, so the children brought all their mamma ' s flowers to her. Her devoted roommates had to bring water in tooth-mugs to wash their faces in because the pitchers were filled with her flowers. If the editors of the Times-Dispatch had only asked asked Lucy Anderson, they would have found out everything the Woggle-Bug ever said, or ever dreamed of saying. The children of the Fifth Grade cannot pass a bird, worm, or bug, without longing glances, so interested have they become in Nature Study since she took charge of the class. Before the term was over, Zaidee Smith brought fame to herself and glory to her class bv the masterly way in which she beat the triangle for the children to march by. It was an inspiring sight to see May Sue Moore, swinging her little clock, come into dinner just a few minutes late each da ' . She had the look of one who has come, and seen, and conquered. It would take too long to mention all the geniuses of our class. The wisdom of the Senior B ' s is an accepted fact. For a statement to be verified, it needs only to be prefaced with the remark that a Senior B said it, and it will be added to the list of axioms. Our history as a class is finished. The book is closed. To the future belongs the record of those deeds which, though they may not startle the world with their brilUancy, will show the fruits of the lessons learned here. In the years that are coming we shall ever hold among our most cherished possessions the memories of our school days, and of our class of January, 1905. J.- NiE Crute. 19 .

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Class History of J nuaaryp I905 K arc Iciwiiig iioii the sights and sounds of good old oollcgo days. And go to meet this cold new world oj uncertain blame or prais Before we go, let ' s look again at times that are no more, - 1 nd lift the veil that hides from us those happy days of vorc. As one who cons at evening, an album all alone, And muses on the faces of friends that he has knoivn, So I turn the leaves of fancy till, in shadowy design, I find the well known faces of those old classmates of mine. History repeats itself ,■ and a class history is no exception to the rule, but there are some, I am sure, who will agree with me that there never has been, and never will be, a class quite like the one of January, 1905. Very few are here now who entered one rainy day in September, four years ago, and signed a solemn pledge that they would marry as soon as they got through school, or else teach two years. We were so frightened when they told us we must matriculate that one of our meinbers meekly handed our president a laundry list, neatly filled out and signed. Thej ' had told her to go to the President ' s office and fill out one of the blanks on the ' table. She had not then taken Senior A Geographv, nor studied distance and direction, so she went to the laundry instead. When we were finally enrolled as First A ' s we felt that we had achieved grea,tness. There was smooth sailing for awhile ; then came a bolt from a clear sky — a Latin test was announced. For days we studied Latin, talked in Latin, dreamed in Latin, and, if you will believe me, when our papers were examined it was discovered that we had failed in Latin. It was during this year that Avice Allen impressed us with her vocal powers. In the music class she was always a little more ambitious than the rest of us, and at the most unexpected moments her voice would soar above ours. When we received our tickets in June, a few, a verv few, decided that old studies, like old friends, are best, so thev took the class over again. Then we studied chemistry, and Georgie Gravel v learned the result of passing H.,© through water. It was about this time, also, that we decided that not onlv the reputation of the school, but also the glory of the State, rested on our shoulders. Some- times the other girls forgot this, and it was necessary for us to remind them before they seemed properly impressed. It was a familiar sight to see Alice

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FopSiec ©f Cla®s ©f January 11905 It was the latter part of the summer of nineteen hundred seven. I was on my way to the Jamestown Exposition. This was a trip that I had long been planning, and it was with real delight that I caught the first glimpse of the historic little island from the hurri- cane deck of the Pocahontas. The steamer was soon at the wharf, and the laughing, chattering sightseers were wandering away in groups, here, there, and everywhere. As I passed along with the crowd I caught sight of a familiar face. I had been feeling somewhat lonely in all the great throng of pleasure-seekers, and with an exclamation of joy, I ran forward to greet Lucy Anderson, our class president. Our greeting over, forgetful of the bystanders and of the intervening years, we strolled away in that school-girl fashion which, in days gone by, had called forth the request from our President that we would not ' ' arm each other around the campus during school hours. As we talked of Alma Mater, graduating day and the many things in school- life .so dear to the heart, we forgot our surroundings, till we found ourselves standing in the shadow of the famous old church tower. There we sat down and began to talk of our classmates. Tell me of yourself, Lucv, I said, What have you been doing the.se years? I have been teaching physical training at Rawlings Institute, in Charlottes- ville, she replied. This summer I gave some lectures on the subject at the School of Methods in Charlottesville, and it was there that I saw some of our classmates. Maude Ives was there taking a special course in English. You know she is teaching the subject in the Norfolk High School. Maude told me that Ursula Tuck is now traveling secretary for the Y. W. C. A. Alice Ware, also, was at the University getting some new ideas to take back to Farmville. You know she has turned out to be one of our finest teachers, tho ' it seemed to us, that last year at school, that the principal thing in her work was Miss Dunn. Margery Atkinson is making a great success as primary teacher, I hear, and Maude Chernault, our meek member, as a Methodist preacher ' s wife, is doing good work among the poor. As I passed through Richmond, on my way here, I saw Maria Cocke. She told me that she had found her life-work in her kindergarten