Longwood College - Virginian Yearbook (Farmville, VA)

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I know Henrietta Dunlap will be missed more than any of the rest or us, for she is such a help to everybody. Just think! Helen Childrey has taken three State Exams in less than a week — and passed on all. Hasn ' t she spunk, though ? Well, Peggy, it is time for one of our numerous class meetings, so no more at present. Your loving Polly Perkins. P. S. Will be home Tuesday night on No. 3. Meet me. LiLLi, N F. Thompson. 26

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Clara Sanderlin and Ben Anderson are still doting on each other. From what I heard to-day, I think Ben must have asked Miss Sanderlin to wait until he grew up; But from what Clara told me last week, I ' m inclined to think that she won ' t wait for Ben. December i 6. At the last Seminar, our professor asked us to meet ne.xt time at his home ; he thought he and his wife could find a wa} ' for us to have some fun. We had our Christmas program first. The papers were fine. Afterwards our hosts brought out several tables and several games of Pit. They got Pit so that we might yell as much as we wished. Yelling is a pastime strictly forbidden in school. Being Seniors, we must set an example for the rest. But we yelled this timel IMr. and Mrs. President and the teacher of manual training came in, and we yelled again to show them how well we could break a rule outside of the school grounds. Delicious refreshments were served before we dispersed at half-past ten. It was a happy, happy evening. January 8. Dearest Peg ; I had the grandest time Christmas !, but it is hard to get down to work again. Florence Ingram didn ' t come back. The faculty w-ill grant her a diploma without these last few weeks of school work. She is teaching in Barton Heights. Isn ' t that fine ? But we certainly do miss her. She will be here to get her diploma with us, though. January i 5. One of the kindest ladies of the town, entertained our class Friday night in honor of Hattie Bugg and Georgiana Stephenson. We had a delightful time. The form of entertainment was a picture party. We had much fun making them, too. Price Starling, as usual, got the prize, a beautiful picture of violets, and Roy Rogers, the booby. Fennell Crawley distinguished herself again to-day in psychology. We feel sure that some day she will equal Mr. Thorndyke in psychological discussions, for Herr Docter ' ' never brings before the class a subject that she cannot enlighten us upon. What do you think! Pearl Vaughan cried for joy when she got her ticket. The rest of us were certainly happy, but we did not shed any tears. Guess what I asked Nellie Carneal to-day! (You know she teaches sixth grade geography.) I asked her what time it is in Jericho, when it is 2 p. m. here. Wasn ' t that absurd ! Child, she told me! but I ' ve forgotten what she said. It doesn ' t matter, I never expect to go to Jericho. Nellie knows Tarr and McMurray as I know my A, B, C ' s. Do you wonder the children think she is intellectual looking ! Susie Ford is trying to convert the first grade tots into Michel Angelos. She is succeeding, too, for some of the drawings of Christmas toys made by them were so good that we recognized them. You don ' t know Gertrude King, do you ? I wish you did. She is one of our prettiest, sweetest girls. January 23. Dearest Peggy : Just one short week and you ' ll see your Polly Perkins. Will the time never come. ' Of course we hate to leave Alma Mater; we have learned to love her well, 25

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Ipvopbcc of the Class of January, 190G ' Twas on a fair September da) ' , Ere robins southward took their wa}-, Or Frost had dyed the maples red, Or Fall to Winter had been wed ; The time when Nature ' s at her best, When air and sunshine give life zest, When school-room seems a prison drear. And outdoor life most passing fair, — Such time as this, our matron took Our class of girls across the brook To spend the day in picnic style On Willis ' Mount, where lor a while, Our books forgot, we ' d feel at ease To halloo and whoop beneath the trees. All moi-n we played ; at noon ' s advance. We eyed the lunch with furtive glance. Our chapercin soon saw our need, And spread the lunch, a feast indeed. Full justice did we to the food, (Our manners really were not good.) The dinner o ' er, our lady took A siesta sweet in cosy nook, ' hilc we most sly our plans did make — The whole time scared lest she should wake- To slip away to nearby place Where camped a tribe of gypsy race, To have our fortunes told, take note. That ' s wh}- to come here all did vote. With hurrying step. Price led the way To where the gay encampment lay. A surly man in soiled attire, Was stirring soup, which o ' er the fire, In big pot boiled, beneath a crane. By odor judged ' twas dreadful mean. We asked him who the fortunes told. He pointed to a woman old, Whose hair was long and black and straight ; ■ 27