Longwood College - Virginian Yearbook (Farmville, VA)

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Who ' s Who twelve Aluaents chosen to represent armviile in WL ' , WL. EPRESENTiNG the Farmville State Teachers College in the thirteenth edition of Who ' s Who Among Students in American Col- leges and Universities were twelve seniors select ' ed by a committee composed of members of the administration and faculty. These students were chosen on the basis of extra-curricular activities, leadership, and scholarship. Each year a compilation of the biographies of outstanding students in America is published. To be eligible a student must be a junior or a senior, or must take advanced work. The purpose of the publication is to bring the outstanding students in America to the attention of the business world and to others who recruit students. The girls selected from the class of 1947 were Patsy Dale, vice-president of the Young Woman ' s Christian Association; Martha Russell East, presi- dent of the Young Woman ' s Christian Associa- tion; Margaret EUett, president of the Senior class and president of Alpha Kappa Gamma; Sue Hund- ley, editor-in-chief of the Virginian; Margaret Lohr, president of the Student Government As- sociation; Betty Minetree, vice-president of the Student Government Association; Katherine Par- ham, president of the House Council; Bettie Par- rish, member of the Monogram Club and Orchesis; Shirley Slaughter, editor-in-chief of the Rotunda; Nellie Smith, vice-president of the Athletic As- sociation; Nancy Whitehead, chairman of Student Standards and president of Orchesis; and Margaret Wilson, editor-in-chief of the Colonnade. Junior Class ace in annua ass won first id ircuS ORTY- eight! Forty-eight! For we are the class of forty-eight! This song, written when we were freshmen, will always hold mem- ories for the juniors. We sang it at hockey games, basketball games and anything in which red and white was competing. In S eptember when we returned to school, full of energy and pep, ready to begin a new school year, we were all excited about living in the Junior building for the first time. It was something new and different for us. We could hardly conceive the idea that it was really happening to us. After we had finally settled down to our new way of life, our thoughts naturally turned in the direction of what the class was going to do that year. The first big event of the year was the circus. At a meeting of the class, BeBe Geyer was unanimously chosen to direct this undertaking. After much brain racking she and her com- mittee decided to have as the theme The Good Ship Lollipop. There was much hard work on the part of everyone, and many late hours were kept so that the circus would be the best ever. Finally, the night came, and as usual we were ex- cited and nervous at the prospect. We were more than rewarded, though, when the winner was an- nounced, and we learned that the Junior Class had come out on top in the competition! After color rush, which came in November and turned out to be a tie, we started thinking about the inevitable exams. Following the Christmas holidays the next hap- pening was our class production. This was some- thing requiring much work and earnest effort. Again BeBe Geyer was elected to manage our production. As this was to be our last production, everyone was more than anxious for it to be a big success. Again, we worked late and long hours so that it would be in the best of shape when pre- sented. It seemed an endless job of costumes, props., and scenery. At last everything was in

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Senior Class 9S drools and trench coats ecame annual aiiire I atti .„ „ . I., .J E cherish the memorable events which have taken place in our four wonderful years at Farmville. We arrived at our college as freshmen one rainy day. Afraid that we should not make a good im ' pression our first day at Farmville, we plowed through several inches of rain, walking on our heels. From then on when we packed our trunks, we knew that it would be advisable to leave out our boots and trench coats. Although we were scared stiff, we smile now when we think how Ann Mingea, a lowly rat, too, greeted us in the Ro ' tunda our first day. She suffered rat week, and so did all the rest of us, especially Pete, who hasn ' t fully recuperated from shaking her shoulders and singing Pistol ' Packing Mama. True class spirit was displayed in our produc ' tion and in our circus stunts, which won second place all four years. Birdie ' s By the Sea, Brace ' s boogie, Kingdon ' s songs, Cab ' s Down the Road a Piece, Hilda ' s music, Grace ' s Harrigan, Nancy ' s dances are just a few of the things which we re- member most. The class of ' 45 endowed us with the true green- and-white spirit. It was their ideal which we tried so hard to capture. Our freshman year was given over largely to exploration of the college and its traditions, of the place we would be expected to fill here, of our talent and possibilities. We were busy searching for those qualities of leadership in our members which would do most toward de- veloping the spirit of cooperation which is so vital a part of class and college life. Now, as we end our senior year we feel that during the four years since we made our first ten- tative steps toward becoming a real part of Farm- ville, we have succeeded in grasping that intangible feeling — the Fannville spirit. We felt this spirit most keenly during and after the traditional cap- ping service last fall, and felt especially honored by being the first class to be capped by Dr. Lancaster. Then, there were plans for circus to be made. How we did plan! We even considered a circus on Mars, but as there was some little disagreement about what would compose a Martian circus, that plan was abandoned in favor of the S.A. fruit bowl. We ' re still laughing at Birdie and Chiqmta Banana, and we ' re still gloating complacently over the second pri2;e we won — a place which we held for four years. We were quite proud of our Heidi, who, in carrying out the gay-nineties theme of circus became Frivolous Sal and reigned over the big top. Upon the arrival of hockey season and the an- nual battle of colors we fought hard for the cup and were thrilled when we beat the juniors for the first time. As the seasons rolled around, our hopes soared; we stacked up more points for the color cup. Probably the event most eagerly anticipated by a senior is Senior Dance. We spent months mak- ing plans for ours, inviting dates and fearing that school would close early on account of the coal shortage. We had trouble executing B ' Lee ' s cart- wheel figure, but we produced an effective one with no missing spokes. We had the added at- traction of having Carlotta to lead us. In February came Mardi Gras with Gwen Ackiss as queen. With the coming of spring we looked forward to May Day, when Nancy White- head reigned over the Court dances. We enjoyed hikes to Longwood, even enjoyed spring fever. There were many wonderful things we hated to leave. We got a strange feeHng in the pit of our stomachs as we began to think of our future and make plans for next year. It ' ll be hard not to get the urge to pack up to come back in the fall. Those to whom we feel most responsible for making this such a super year are Margaret Ellett, who has splendidly led us for four years; Grace Loyd, vice- president; Betty Bibb, secretary; Anna Headlee, treasurer. Miss Her, our classman, helped us over the weak spots, guided, and advised us. We ' ll miss her.

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readiness, and the big night arrived. After it was over, everyone breathed a sigh of relief because it seemed to be a hit. Leading the Junior Class for 1946-47 were the following: president, Peepsie Brooks; vice-presi ' dent, Julia Booher; secretary, Mary Lou Bagley; treasurer, Dorris Ballance. Government repre- sentatives were Tucker Winn and Alice Ann Ab- ernathy. At a class meeting in March officers were elected for the coming year, and the same ones were re-elected with the exception of one govern- ment representative. George Ann Lewis was elected to this. To the Junior Class fell the responsibility for the May Day dance. GeGe Yonce was elected chairman of May Day dance. She appointed her various committees, and everyone had a wonderful time making the preparations for a dance that was thoroughly enjoyed by all who attended. The last and perhaps the greatest thrill of our junior year occurred when we walked under the seniors ' caps. We then were officially proclaimed seniors! We knew that the responsibility rested on us for the next year, and it was hard to believe that three years had passed since we first entered State Teachers College as timid, shy freshmen. Much had happened since then; now we were ready to start on the last part of our college career. We had really to strive to make that next year, our senior year, one to hold memories impossible to be forgotten. Sophomore Class ' S lAJiAe l-oolA lived until .1 We oolainea iKat l Ueeh wlten tneu opHOMOREs! Wise fools we were! But wasn ' t it wonderful! We had been wait- ing so long — one whole year — to reach that step in our school career when we could give the lowly freshmen a taste of what we ' d received as Rats the year before. Nancy Dickinson was head of Rat Week, and she did her job well. It lasted only one day and two nights, but we made the most of it. I mean! We worked through the year with a grand group of gals as our officers, and Charlie Hop was (and still is) the man in our life! Tootsie Ham- ilton was our president; Jean Cake, vice-president; Marjorie Miller, secretary; and Lee Staples, treas- urer. Following in the footsteps of our predecessors, we made Annex and Gym hall (they call it Post Office now) a gay place, indeed. I don ' t see how Millie Spain, Grace MaUory, and Mary Lawless ever kept their Georges straight with all those phone calls! And Violet ' s Tootsie! resounded over the entire school. Circus went off with a bang under the capable leadership of Jean Cake. Our contributions to the Gay Nineties were the memories of old-maid school teacher, Jane Taylor, Jackie Watson ' s singing I Love An Old-fashioned Song and Jean Watts ' and Pattie Page ' s Let Me Call You Sweetheart — Call Me Up Some Sunday Afternoon still linger in our memories. Those barbers, P. Bagley, Ham- ilton, and Ritchie, who warbled dear Sweet Ade- line were always good for a laugh! As usual, the Sophomore Class had charge of the coke machine in Whitehouse. You can ' t im- agine how many cokes are put away until you have to collect those bottles. The hockey games and Color Rush brought cheers from all sides as our Green and White held its own. Our tying the freshmen meant they wore their rat caps until Christmas. Christmas came and went with the coal short- age. Then came all that snow and production too. The latter brings to mind our scenic seaside in the rec, along with life-guard Galloway, Can I have a loUipop, mister? Jane Taylor, comedians Holton and Jackson, and barrel-clad Mary Lawless.