Longwood College - Virginian Yearbook (Farmville, VA)

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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.

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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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Jean Cake and Helen Jackson really did a grand piece of directing. Some of our gals were successful in more ways than one. Betty Curlee got married; Ginny Halli ' field got a fraternity pin; Eleanor Farmer was one of the many who acquired a diamond, third finger, left hand. Lucky girls! In May Court we were represented by Ruth ' ellen Mears, Marjorie Miller, Dolly Anne Free- man, Millie Spain, and Margaret Wall. May Day brings to a close our calendar of memories, but we ' re looking forward to September, 1947, when we reunite as Juniors over in The Building! Freshman Class w .J iun dchoot Claud ended ad we learned lite mean- ina of matriculation. E, the freshmen, shall never for- get the day of our arrival at S. T. C. It was a beautiful day on the outside, but the gloom and uncertainty within our hearts drowned out the glorious sunshine. As we trudged up the walk to the Rotunda with suitcases and other items, we felt green. We were met in the Rotunda by Y girls who assisted us in various ways. You matriculate in room 22, one Y girl informed us. Matriculate! Matriculate! What did that mean? We felt as if our education had already begun. Within a few seconds we found out that it meant filling out blanks and standing in line for hours. Unpacking in the afternoon was a great job, especially since one had to swim around the room. Yes, tears, tears, and more tears flooded the dorms and the campus. Was there a dry- eyed freshman for at least a week? Well, hardly. Homesickness seemed to be very prevalent. In the midst of tears, packing, and meeting people, time was taken out to go down town and explore. The first things we bought were S. T. C. stickers. Immediately upon return to our rooms we wrote letters and proudly put stickers all over them. After that we felt very possessive: S. T. C. was our Alma Mater already. We caught a good deal of the spirit of Farm- ville when we attended the coke and nab party given that night by the Y. What a life! Most of us had decided by this time that college would be gobs of fun. A few days later our big sisters took us to a formal reception given in our honor. We went down the receiving line to meet the faculty. By this time we had begun to feel more and more at ease in our new surroundings. Schedules were made out in the meantime. What a time we had with schedules! They were one headache right after another, but finally we marched bravely to our first class at S. T. C. How different it was from high school! The students seemed more dignified and very quiet. What, no paper wads to greet you as you come in the door! Yes, our high school days were truly at an end. We now had to settle down and seriously do our best to make our future lives as good as possible. Finally, the great day came when rat caps were put on our heads. We were all thrilled! However, we were also looking forward to the day that we would win the hockey game with the sophomores in order that we could take our caps off by Thanks- giving. But alas, we lost and had to wear them until Christmas. Rat Day was another memorable event that we all look back upon with laughter. On your knees, rats! is a line that will always linger in our minds. The comical dress, the appointments, and the rat courts are unforgettable events in our days at dear S. T. C. The first girl-break dances, lyceums, the college circus, club installations, dramatic club plays, class productions and finally May Day have made us feel that we are now a part of Farmville. Most of the greenness has worn off. We have caught the spirit of the school and are now looking for- ward to our next three years, in which we too can add our talents to the honor and glory of the college.