Longwood College - Virginian Yearbook (Farmville, VA)

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To Miss Louise Ford, President Senior Class, S. N. S., Farmville, Va. In order not to lose a moment of time, I hasten to accept by wire the honor bestowed upon me by the Senior Class. I was before Senex ; I am now Senior; to my other degrees I add the comparative. The best comes last. Gratefully yours, r X ) F. A. MiLLIDGE. There was no such silence when she finished. I thought I heard such expressions as How cute! Wasn ' t that perfectly darling! but I must have been mistaken, for c ertainly no dignified Senior would be guilty of saying either. Our joys and sorrows for the first three months would not be complete with- out some mention of Seminar, which was organized in September. Sorrow was most certainly experienced whenever one was put on the program, but what about enjoyment? On one occasion a girl took a most delightful nap. She seemed to be enjoying herself hugely. Thus we see that even in Seminar both joy and sorrow can be, and was, experienced. Pearl M. Justice, Historian.

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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;

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JTall CalenDac September 6 — Cool reception to girls arriving early. September 8 — School opens. Sorrow reigns. September 9 — New teachers introduced. Much embarrassment on the pari of the students(?). September 1 7 — Y. W. C. A. reception to new girls. Gloomy time. September 29 — Henshaw Grand Opera. A novel treat. October 3 — First presentation of notes. Weeping, wailing, and gnashing of teeth. October 1 5 — Mr. Lear was absent from chapel. Somebody stole his shoes. October 28 — Farmville Fan ' . October 29 — Infirmary full. October 31 — Hallowe ' en supper. Quietude. October 32 — Dr. Field appeared in chapel in evening dress. November 1 — Dr. Jarman lectured on proper winter clothing. November 2 — Shoe stock sold out. November 3 — Miss Taliaferro disturbed by squeaking shoes. November 4 — Girls limping. November 5 — Back to slippers and comfort. November 18 — Holly Three Inn presented by Dramatic Club. Bitter tears were shed. November 24 — Thanksgiving. Hulla— bal— loo! Rah! Rah! Hulla— bal— loo! Rah! Rah! Who, Rah? Who, Rah? Reds— Rah! Rah! November 25 — Victor ' s Venetian Band. Girls appeared in stiff high collars. Agony! ! November 28 — Senior Class organized and officers elected.