Longwood College - Virginian Yearbook (Farmville, VA)

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€ f?x Uiintev rpistorp HINK not that our path of glory was one of un- alloyed happiness; think not that all of our joys and tribulations were confined to that fall of 1910, for there are still a great many more happy experiences and trying ordeals through which the Senior Class has passed and come out con- querors. Well, we have lived through three months of our Senior year, but think of those to follow, V J i said our President to one of our girls. I am sorry to have to call a class meeting this after- noon, but it must be done or we shall have no Class Book. You don ' t mean to say that we will have to elect the Class Book Staff this afternoon, do you? At this juncture the President rushed off to write the notice, calling for a class meeting at four-thirty. Four-thirty came and with it an impatient class. When the President announced the object of the meeting everyone gave a sigh, for each knew that the inevitable had arrived and all pleasure for that after- noon must be eliminated. It was almost unanimously decided that our popular classmate, Carrie Hunter, should be Editor-in-Chief of our Class Book. As her assistant we elected our bright and energetic member, Lalla Jones. We at once agreed that Katie Gray, our renowned debater, should have charge of the literary phase, and to assist her we chose a Peck of knowledge. Our attention was then drawn to the securing of a steady and serious worker for Business Manager. This was no difficulty, for we all knew that Myrtle Townes possessed these qualities in abundance. Every Business Man- ager must necessarily have a map to guide her m her work. Ours was no exception, so we chose the Mapp of our class. We always associate pictures with walls, so taking this into consideration you will not be surprised to know that we elected Lillian Wall as Picture Editor. Even though the Staff had to support the Shepard, we chose one as Assistant Picture Editor. This was the last important meeting before Christmas. We then adjourned, wishing each one a very pleasant time while at home for the holidays. When Christmas was over and we had resumed our duties in school, the anticipated, yet dreaded, moment arrived. Dr. Stone had called us to get our tickets on Teaching. We were punctual for once. Breathless moments were spent while we waited to hear our names called. The instant that the door was reached our dignity vanished and we were transformed into excited school girls again. We were Teachers ' no longer. What a relief! Half an hour later quite a number of us were seen on Main Street, with a neat little placard pinned on our coats. It did not read, Help the blind, as we usually see on such placards, but in bold print were seen these three words, I got through. At this time top spinning seemed to be the dominating amuse- ment among our fellow-students, so we, too, indulged in it, and thereby suc- ceeded in losing the remainder of our dignity. But, oh! how our hearts went out to those of our class who were attempt- ing to assume the important air of teachers. The remainder of us knew just what this meant.

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w I N T E R Mlintcr hen the wind began to blow, When we saw the sleet and snow; Winter brought a train of thought, — Were not class pins to be bought! n haste we ordered pins galore. In boxes came they, more and more; Initials plain on them were chased. In case a pin should be misplaced. ow we thought of Christmas cheer, ' Neath our Senior badges dear. Next we faced with smiles serene New Year — happenings all unseen. raining School was nearly o ' er. Troubles faced us by the score; Teaching Seniors said they thought Their diplomas dearly bought. ndless toil their shoulders bent. Endless cares to faces lent Endless wrinkles, scowls and tears; Every one was filled with fears. unning o ' er with spirits gay. Rose those Seniors ticket day; Ready now for anything. Ready even for the spring. 30 I. E. P.

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An important question now arose m our minds, and that was: Who should receive the honors which the class bestows? After carefully considering the merits of each girl, we held a meeting and presented these : As poet, no one could surpass Irma Phillips, for she even writes her debates in verse. Who among us knows her classmates well enough to picture their future? Why not Lalla Jones, for she can even prophesy about our pop tests. As giftorian, we chose our Hunter, for she could hunt the woods over for our gifts. We needed an unprejudiced girl to write our Will, and who could be better than our Cole girl, Lucile? Instead of girls with prospective minds, we row wanted girls who have retrospective attitudes for our Historians. We selected Pearl Justice, R uth Shepard, and Penelope White. This selection was due not only to their power of retrospection, but also to their recent grades (?) on History. The Juniors had a meeting to-day. They expect to entertain us on Washington ' s Birthday and we are to wear colonial costumes, said one Senior to another. All of us scon heard this and we wrote home to have our costumes made. In a few days we heard that we were to wear evening dresses, so of course we had to write home and rescind our first order, and have an evening dress made in its stead. A few more days elapsed, then came a note from the Junior Glass, requesting us to appear in conventional attire, — such as a white shirt-wa ' st suit. Their request was based on the fact that our resident physician had commanded that we wear dresses which were not detrimental to our health. Of course, our second order must also be cancelled. At last the, evening of the reception came, and with it a great array of white suits. The Juniors proved to be excellent hcstesses, and it is useless to say that we spent a pleasant and delightful evening. In addition to the amusements provided by the Juniors, we sang our songs. Among them was one which we thought quite appropriate. It was as follows: Put on your old green bonnet With the lavender ribbon on it. And hitch the shirt-waist to the skirt. And with faces beaming, And our colors streaming, With our escorts we will flirt. ' v. In the Farmville village There ' s a man named Millidge, And he wears our class pin every day. He ' s the Father of our Class, So let ' s all take a glass To the hero of the day. Exhausted — well, we were so tired that none of us could get to breakfast the next morning. But fortunately we managed to get to chapel. There we heard a notice to this effect: Miss Overall will not meet her classes to-day, — neither will any of the other teachers. Now, we had a few minutes of rest and we made the best of it, too. A First Class girl was heard to make this remark: Some of our girls dress so inappropriately. Every day I see some girl going down town with a bor- rowed evening dress on, partly concealed by a long cape. What can this mean? Do the people dress that way here? She was told that these girls were Seniors who were having their pictures taken for the Class Book.