Longwood College - Virginian Yearbook (Farmville, VA)

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Green and White was victorious in the Color Rush — but our rule over the Freshmen ended when they deleated us in hockey and discarded their rat caps. This year we again used the garden theme when Sarah Hayes presented Miss Moran as classman. We turned the nursery rhymes inside out, and as a result presented Mother Goose Goes to Town as our Sophomore production, under the direction of Pattie Bounds. Jack and Jill, and Little Boy Blue went through their paces; Tizzie Rawlings and May Terrell were typical little girls in the See-Saw Scene. Thanks to Jean Taylor, Dibbs Tyree, Virginia Jarman, Mary Jackson, and other committee workers, the play went off smoothly. At the commencement exercises in June we sadly bade many of our classmates good-bye. Among them were Kitty Waite, Ann Hardy, Betty Fagg, and Em Easley. Half of our college days behind us, we went forward into our Junior year. Vera Ebel, our new president, and the other class officers — Virginia Whitehead Smith, Clara Not- tingham, and Louise Anthony, led the Junior cheering in rhythmically presenting Mr. Coyner as classman. The class came to the front again in swimming events and carried off first place in the Water Carnival with the Junior Olympics. We decided to make this an annual stunt, and won the prize again the next year with the Senior Olympics. The Color Cup bore Green and White ribbons, signifying athletic victories for the Freshmen and Juniors. Our Junior production turned out to be a not of fun! We painted an exaggerated picture of college life and called it Sister Pat (with Apologies to Brother Rat). Under the direction of Frances Hutcheson, every rehearsal was a revela- tion of new jokes and wise cracks added to the script. The influence of Mable Burton ' s invitations and the song Gonna Lay Down My Pencil and Paper lasted for days! Sing gave us a chance to use daydreams and imagination in a portrayal of life in Farmville fifty years from now. Television and radio took the place of class lectures; meals in the form of concentrated pills were served in bed ; children of former students told all the gossip of their mothers ' classmates, and the whole performance was a round of hilarious fun, and proved to be another prize winner. Gradually, the members of the class were taking over important positions in school. Frankie Bryan led the College Choir; Clara Nottingham was president of Orchesis; and every Wednesday night we rushed for the Rotunda to read Reverberations by Frances Steed. In the winter quarter we had our first thrilling experience of seeing our classmates tapped by Alpha Kappa Gamma, and we realized that we were beginning to attain the goals which we had set in our Freshman year when our lives were made up chiefly of ambitious hopes and dreams. Now we had given leaders to the school. In the spring came the announcement of publica- tion appointments with Miriam Ficklen, LeNoir Hubbard, and Ann Dugger editing The VIRGINIAN, The Rotunda, and The Colonnade. Soon followed major elections giving us Kitty Roberts, Margueritte Blackwell, Sarah Button, and Virginia Carroll as heads of four major organizations. At last it was time for the final Senior Chapel of the class of ' 38. The class of ' 39 marched sadly up the aisle under an arch formed by the academic caps of the departing Seniors. We were no longer Juniors — to us had been given the Alma Mater and we were facing the great responsibility of carrying on. In September we returned to college fully conscious of the responsibility and privileges of our position. Now we could live in Senior Building, go down town at ten o ' clock, and wear caps and gowns to chapel on Friday. Some of us lived in the new Home Management House, and all of us awoke every morning to the tune of hammering as the new library and dormitory were being built. Events during our Senior year seemed to crowd in closer than ever. For our circus stunt we sang rousing college songs, and the climax came when Army Butterworth was crowned queen. December the third was the date set for Senior Dance, when members of the class formed the figure which was led by the class officers. Also in December the first issue of The Colonnade appeared. Mardi Gras was a not of lovely, queer and original cos- tumes. Frankie Bryan ruled over the event as a beautiful Spanish sefionta. Mildred Genty, chairman of the event, was largely responsible for its success. Founders ' Day brought with it returning a ' umnae, living in the new dormitory, and the usual celebrations. Also there was a special reason for additional gaiety as Dr. Jarman announced that funds collected were sufficient to pay off the Student Building debt. With spring came another of those famous Farmville May Days, with Theresa Graff and Charlotte Minton looking their loveliest as Queen and Maid-of-Honor, respectively. The following Seniors were selected as members of the court: Pattie Bounds, Margaret Britton, Frankie Bryan, Elsie Dodd. Vera Ebel, Edith Fitch, Clara Nottingham, Kitty Roberts, and Margaret Stallard. Four years of class sports, presentations, sings, and produc- tions over, we faced graduation. Banquets and picnics were a prelude to a sadder time. Our last Senior Chapel — Vera expressed farewell on behalf of the class — we formed the arch — we had left chapel to the Alma Mater for the last time — and the class of ' 40 dressed in white with tear-streaked faces were now to take our places — they were Seniors. Later, little sisters walked with us in the Daisy Chain and Lantern Parade — and with the close of Class Day exercises we faced the real end. Dr. Jarman presented the degrees — degrees toward which we had worked for four years. . . . We stood in a circle on the campus singing Joys We Have Known and Auld Lang Syne. With a feeling of awe we faced the realization that we were together as a class for the last time; for the last time, we felt and understood the handclasps of friends we had grown to love and now must leave. We broke the circle, and it was over. To you, Juniors, we give a challenge — and a trust, to fill our places and to carry on the spirit. We have confidence in you and know you will not fail. And to all underclassmen we say hold fast to the spirit of the courage and loyalty of Joan of Arc. Cherish always your Alma Mater and the ideals which she has instilled in you.

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Left to right: Smith, Vice-President; Ebel. Pre Glass History IT was on a day in late September that the members of the class of ' 39 first walked into the Rotunda and looked up at Joan of Arc with a feeling of awe and excitement and perhaps with the first symptoms of homesickness. But these early, unsettled and lost feelings soon gave way to the realization that we were in college! Before us lay four years of unknown experiences and a host of enchanting oppor- tunities — and we were challenged to enter into our new career — to turn our enthusiasm and youthful anticipations into realities, and in making a name for ourselves, to do the things that count. With the making of schedules and formation of orientation classes, we lost that disconnected feeling of being only parts of something not joined together, and became conscious of our class as a unit. Having chosen Sarah Hayes as president and Miss Grace Moran as classman, we plunged whole- heartedly into college activities. Before we knew it, Rat Week with its terrors, trials, and tribulations, was upon us. For three days we bowed in humble submission to the iron rule of the mighty Soph- omores. Devoid of all beauty, we carried laundry; polished shoes; were made to shine in Shannons; and, to our intense mortification, on the balcony in the dining hall, wrote ardent love letters to the objects of our rulers ' affections; and performed other duties much too numerous to mention. When it was over our relief was overwhelming! We had had fun though, and now felt much more a part of it all. As Rosebuds of the Freshman Class — with our flower, the white rose, as a theme, we formally presented Miss Moran, our classman, to the student body. Each progressive step in our freshman year gave us an inspiration to go forward and to gain for our class a definite place in the college. In sports we got off to a running start by taking first places in the swimming meet in which Bunny Yonce was high scorer. Throughout four years we have had outstanding SENIOR OFFICERS Mr. Coyne r, Classman; Nottingh etary; Anthony, Tr- athletes such as Virginia Carroll, Virginia Whitehead Smith, and Ellen Conyers. For our first production we chose Nan Throckmorton chairman, and Miss Moran, as always, gave willingly of time and effort to making a tremendous success of Over the Wires. In six scenes, two roaming sightseers took the audience around the world. Remember Em Easley as the fat sultan, and Vera singing Our Night in Monte Carlo. Following this came many more first experiences for us — Mardi Gras, Founders ' Day, Spring Cotillion, and May Day. All of these made us wide-eyed in freshman wonder, and gave us secret little feelings of hopeful anticipation that some day we, too, would play prominent parts in these occasions. In the fall of 1 936 we returned to Farmville with heads held high. We were Sophomores — much impressed with our new importance and eagerly awaiting our turn to rule, if only for a week. Rat Week went off smoothly, and we found many new ideas and methods of torture, profiting by our own experiences. Rat Court was a masterpiece of ghostly terror and the Freshmen came forward in fear and trembling. We shared honors with the Seniors, our sister class, when

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DORIS ADKINS, B. S. From Danville, Virginia, comes Doris, one-half of that team that has been a source of mystery ever since the Class of ' 39 entered the Rotunda. On the week-ends that the twins take a jaunt to Richmond, the drawing cards for Doris are Ernie and wedding dresses — not intimating that the two go together. It ' s just that she likes to try on wedding dresses! Another ardent bridge fan and one fond of dancing, we ' ll remember Doris ' quaint smile and care- lessly tossed curls. DOROTHY ADKINS, B. S. Having characterized one-half of the aforementioned baffling team, almost all other description is unnecessary. Quiet as a rule, Dot on occasions comes forth with a barrage of baby talk which belies her stylish, ultra-smart appearance. Spending week-ends in Richmond is as much of a habit as those involved bridge sessions in which she often indulges. LILLIAN ANDERSON, B. S. With literary tastes and one of the quickest wits we ' ve ever known, Lillian, from Covington, Virginia, is known for her quick ability and easy disposition. Small in stature and great in the possession of friends and admirers, she is alert and energetic, always willing to act on the least suggestion. LOUISE ANTHONY, B. S. From Danville, Vir- ginia, comes Tony — sports manager and home economics major. About her there ' s that certain air that gives us a what-have-you-been-up-to-now feel- ing, while a certain something in her eyes says On the level — and we know she is. We know too, that she is charming, and a friend worthwhile who will have fun wherever she goes. MARY ELIZABETH BADGER, B. S. Physical education is the lion that has used up much of Spook ' s excessive energy and ability since she ' s been one of us. Over the bridge table or on the hockey field, her good nature always matches her good sports- manship, and she smiles as readily over her few defeats as over her many victories. ANNIE RUTH BAIRD, B. S. A small dark- haired girl with piercing black eyes is Annie Ruth from Savedge, Virginia. She loves poetry, old or new or anyway it comes, and reads novels and biographies in every spare moment with equal enthusiasm. Easy going and taking life as it comes, she always seems to be hav- ing a good time.