Longwood College - Virginian Yearbook (Farmville, VA)

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jTall ii)istorp joys 10W8 even for so short a time as three months? Thoughts of this our Senior year were v;th us long before we entered school in September. We have always looked forward to our gradu- ating year with joy, but with a certam amount of sadness, too. However, duriiig the first few days of school I his sadness was completely hidden by the important air which every Senior possessed. This one thought predominated: we aie .Seniors, and upon realizing this we im- mediately became several inches taller; even those of us who had not grown an inch in four years suddenly became very large and important — m their own estimation. We roamed around school with a self-confident air and complacent sm-.le, looking upon the lower class girls, especially the rats, in a thoroughly patron- izing way. This did very well for a few days. The Training School, it is true, loomed before us, but there is a certain fasci- nation about going into new places and coping with new situations, even though those places and situations are known to be decidedly dangerous. We were not allowed to remain in this patronizing stage very long; in a few days we really did have to get down to serious work. Our Iclass was divided into two sections. Teaching and Academic Seniors. Ofie has no difficulty in recognizing a Teaching Senior. No matter what her disposition before, she is now staid, sober, quiet and dignified. She impresses one with the idea that the cares of the whole world have been suddenly placed upon her shoulders. As for the Academic Seniors, their faces fairly beam on all occasions. For are they rot delving into the mysteries of philosophy? Is there not some one to whom they can clearly show why manual training should be in the schools and to whom they can expound the fallacy of the finished product? Owing to the fact that our Junior President did not return until a month after school opened, we were rather late in organizing our class. However, when the time for election of officers did come, even the air was charged with excite- ment. At 5; 30 all was over and we boasted of Louise Ford, the best all-round girl in our class, as President. In a meeting soon after we decided to keep the motto, colors, and flowers which we had during our third and Junior years. For the sweet pea, lavender and green had become dearer to many of us than any other flower or colors could be, and all agreed that How good to live and learn! is a motto well worth living by, not only throughout all our school life, but in after life as well. Then, too, our old third-year song, generally known as 3 B ' s are We, 24

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Autumn is for All of the Senior Class Who can show you their tickets, which bear the word u T for Until, and it means until June! That month of diplomas can ' t get here too soon! is for Trammg School, bugbear and dread To Seniors who know that its halls they must tread. u M N comes agam for Utopia blest, Where questions m teachmg may be well expressed. stands for Methods and Management, too, A large dose of which you must take to get through. for New methods, the Director ' s great pet; When you use them quite wisely a high grade you ' ! I get. I. E. P.

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was changed last year to Juniors are We, and this year, making still another change, we sing with much gusto, Seniors are We. For several meetings all is calm and serene, but soon comes the time to select our class pin. Grave and serious expressions appear on the faces of our brightest girls, for you must acknowledge that an important question now confronts us. What kind of pin must we get? A meeting is called. We look at several styles and finally someone moves we vote on number 3. All m favor of having a class pin like number 3 hold up their hands, says Madame President. Up go the hands, a perfect sea of them. That is earned; no need to vote on the others. A small voice is now heard from the back of the room. Er — er, Madame President, I mean, weren ' t we voting on number 4? No, number 3. Oh, I didn ' t know that; I don ' t think the girls in the back of the room understood. I move we reconsider that decision. We do and number 4 is chosen. After weeks of anxious waiting the pins arrived. How proud we were. Girls were heard to say, Now for the first time I feel like a real Senior! Such was the effect of a pin! Imagine, if you can, our chagrin when the next day an under-class girl informed one of our number that the beloved pin reminded her of a soap-stand filled with soap. We, the Class of 1911, decided to be original in one respect at least, and elect our honorary member early in the year. Who shall it be, who shall it be? A meeting is called for 4:30, a most important meeting, for the honorary member is to be chosen, and we are also to decide between a class book and an annual. Nearly every one is present, and one look into their excited faces is sufficient to convince one that something is going to happen. The question of class book or annual must be decided first. Many and fiery are the arguments advanced, long and loud the discussions. At last one of our deep thinkers suddenly wakes up to the fact that if we spend all our time in talking, we will never really decide, so she moves that we vote on the subject. A wise suggestion, and it is acted upon. The voting is close, but the class-book side won. Some are happy over this decision, some are not, but there is no time to laugh or cry, as another important question has yet to be settled. We are not long in choosing Dr. Millidge as the Father of our class. It is very easy for ui to decide that Dr. Millidge is to be our honorary member, but what about his decision? Our secretary is instructed to write to him at once, and we are urged not to tell a single soul, until we have heard from him. We go in late to supper with an I — know — sumpin ' — I — ain ' t — goin ' — tell expression and at once throw down the gauntlet by declaring we are too excited to eat. What is the matter, what have you been doing? is asked. Of course no one tells, but in a marvelously short time many girls are in- forming some of us that Dr. Millidge has been elected honorary member of our class; to which we, with a most innocent expression, reply, Has he? I am so glad you told rae. I always wanted to know whom we would elect. Soon after the election a class meeting is called. Rumors reach us that Madame President has received a most important telegram, which must be read to the entire class. Many were the speculations as to what that telegram con- tained, and there was a breathless silence when our President began to read;