Meredith College - Oak Leaves Yearbook (Raleigh, NC)

Text from Pages 1 - 174 of the 1904 volume:

7. : y  t CAR1YLE AMPBELL Meredith College Raleigh, NC 27607-5298 r f ! f Jk OAK LEAVES VOL. I. MCMIV. No. i. EDITED AND PUBLISHED BY THE SENIOR CLASS :: :: :: ILLUSTRATED BY THE ART CLASS OF THE S fcaptigt ifemak nitoO itp :: :: :: Raleigh, North Carolina CARLYLE CAMPBaUUgRARY MER£DfTHCOU£0E DEDICATED TO THE Cttpaf 0 10 AND ITS CITIZENS WHOSE INTEREST AND HOSPITALITY HAVE BEEN SO GENEROUSLY EXTENDED TO THE girls or B. E. U. Faculty and Officers. R. T. VANN, A. B., Wake Forest; S. B. T. Seminary; D. D., Furman University President of the University ELIZABETH DELIA DIXON CARROLL, M. D., Woman ' s Medical College of the New York Infirmary Physician and Professor of Physiology L. D. WATSON, Jr., A. B., B. E., University of Georgia Professor of Mathematics MISS S. E. YOUNG, M. A., Brownsville Female College, Brownsville, Tenn., Leipsig and Berlin Professor of Modern Languages WALTER GEORGE SACKETT, S. B., University of Chicago Professor of Science MISS GRACE RUTH GIBBS, A. B., Cornell Professor of History MISS ISABEL HARRIS, Richmond College Professor of English Language MISS JESSIE LOUISE JONES, Ph. B., Graduate of Peabody Normal College and Uni- versity of Chicago; Special student in English at Harvard University Prof essor of English Literature T. NEIL JOHNSON, M. A., Wake Forest, Graduate of Newton Theological Institution Professor of Greek, Philosophy and Bible MISS SOPHIE S. LANNEAU, A. B., Baptist Female University, Raleigh, N. C. Substitute in Latin WADE R. BROWN, New England Conservatory of Music; Sternschen Conservatorium, Berlin; Private Pupil Dr. Ernst Jedliczka; Certificate Teacher Virgil Clavier Method ; A. K. Virgil, New York Director of Music and Professor of Piano, Organ and Theory MISS LILLIORE CLARKE DECKER, Fredericksburg College; Artist and Teacher ' s Diploma, New England Conservatory of Music Professor of Piano and Harmony MISS GRACE LORD Professor of Violin and Piano MISS ALICE H. HAMMOND, Gottschalk Lyric School, Chicago Professor of Voice Culture MISS JULIA H. BREWER, C. B. F. Institute; New England Conservatory and Certificate Teacher of A. K. Virgil Professor of Piano MISS IDA POTEAT, Chase School, N. Y.; Cooper Union, N. Y.; School of Applied Design, Philadelphia ; Pupil of Monier Professor of Art MISS DIXIE VV. LEACH, Cooper Union, N. Y.; Sheratt, Washington, D. C; Minature under Schwartz, Washington, D. C. Professor of China Painting MISS JENNIE W. BOWMAN, Curry School of Expression, Boston Professor of Elocution E. M. BATTIS, D. D. Professor of Business Course MRS. LAURA ANDERSON, University of Arkansas Lady Principal MRS. JESSIE EARNSHAW Matron of the Club Buildings MISS SALLIE BENBOW Housekeeper MRS. OCTAVIA NORWOOD Nurse OUR PRESIDENT Board of Trustees. W. N. Jones, Raleigh, N. C, President. Stephen McIntyre, Lumberton, N. C, Vice-President. John E. Ray, Raleigh, N. C, Secretary. John T. Pullen, Raleigh, N. C, Treasurer. J. W. Bailey M. L. Kesler C. A. Jenkins S. W. Brewer W. C. Tyree W. N. Jones E. McK. Goodwin W. L. POTEAT B. B. Justice Jasper C. Massee John E. Ray Stephen McIntyre J. N. Holding J. D. Boushall W. C. Petty Carey J. Hunter N. B. Broughton John T. Pullen L. Johnson W. E. Daniel R. N. SIMMS J. Y. Joyner R. W. Winston W. D. Hubbard 0. L. Stringfield J. W. Bailey S. W. Brewer Executive Committee. Carey J. Hunter, Raleigh, N. C, Chairman N. B. Broughton W. N. Jones J. D. Boushall W. C. Tyree John E. Ray Finance and Auditing Committee. J. D. Boushall, Raleigh, N. C, Chairman W. N. Jones Carey J. Hunter Building Committee. John T. Pullen, Raleigh, N. C, Chairman R. N. Simms L. Johnson Committee on Education. John E. Ray, Raleigh, N. C, Chairman N. B. Broughton J. W. Bailey Carey J. Hunter J. Y. Joyner W. L. Poteat THE OLD OAK ' The Old Oak on the Corner. I heard the Tuscarora ' s £X, Amid his wild war da fcps. I heard the dusky ms Beneath her warriok ' f KyS U The hunter ' s call awol ? echoes far repeating fore the winding horn retreating. a nation ' s birth, ons ringing, xed her home on earth, ges singing. I heart Wit! When Freedom And set the I heard the shepherd ' s pip With shouts of reapers I heard the blows of woodmen strong, The sylvan silence rending. I heard the martial bugle call: I heard the war drum rattle. I saw a mighty people fall Beneath tufte trgke of battle. And now the eagfeiMs oesnien come, Of gold and emp ne N dr .ming. A rising city ' s voices num, And busy marts are teeming. s ' pf f I stand alone amid the storms, My silent vigil keeping, Above tha dust of vanished forais j — J Where qota f les all are sleeping. Their vok ft ifbm the whispered past Sing low in whispered numbers I weary of the Winter ' s blast, And seek their peaceful slumbers. Brave monarch of tw ' Mid peace and war We saw thee to thy t le ashe The Oak Leaved (S1aff. 1904. Isabelle Gulley Editor-in-Chief L. Margaret Ferguson Literary Editor ART EDITORS. Katherine Tillery Futrell Heselope Purefoy ASSOCIATE EDITORS. Virginia Egerton Martha Kaynes Maggie May Lewis Laura Cox business managers. Lizzie Dixon Carrie Booker Lucille Ellington, Assistant Sallie Tomlinson, Assistant OAK LEAVES STAFF The B. F. U. Fff HOUGH the B. F. U. is young in years, the idea out of which it grew ante- i J V dates the Civil War. The Baptists of North Carolina had gone so far as ■ to purchase the lot on which the Agricultural Building now stands as a site for the school. During the season of paralysis which maimed the whole South after the war, this property slipped from their grasp, and for a long time no active steps were taken to renew the enterprise. But the plan was never wholly abandoned, and many prayers were offered that God would give the girls of the State the same advantages which grand old Wake Forest was giving the boys. In 1890 a subscription was begun, to which people of all denominations re- sponded. Sufficient money was contributed to buy the present site, but there every thing stopped again. Without a brick on the ground, without a dollar in the treasury, the building of a house adequate to the end in view seemed an impossi- bility. The business men of the city, as well as the contributors from other sections, began to ask : Where is our money ? Something had to be done, and done immediately. In 1891 a charter for the school was granted by the Legislature. In 1895 the foundation was laid, and then began a long struggle. For four years the Board of Trustees put forth every effort to raise money to carry on the building. Often there were long intervals of inaction for want of funds, and the wiseacres began to shake their heads and call the incomplete pile of brick and mortar the folly of North Carolina Baptists. For several years, Rev. O. L. Stringfield was financial agent, and the final success of the work is largely due to the enthusiasm he inspired throughout the State. At Greenville, in 1897, the fiftieth anniversary of the State Convention, the Woman ' s Building Association was organized. Any woman contributing five dollars, payable one dollar a year, was entitled to membership ; and any one contributing twenty-five dollars, was given the privilege of inscribing a name — her own, or that of any woman she wished to honor — on a tablet on the chapel wall. The money raised by these faithful women aided materially in completing the work. In 1899 the school was opened. The demand for rooms was so great that the Trustees bought, in August before the opening, the Adams ' property, east of the University, on the same square. This added largely to the already heavy debt hanging over the institution. Most schools have to grow from small beginnings, but this one came into ex- istence overgrown. In 1900 the Board found it necessary to buy a third building; and yet another was added the following year. These three houses are now known as the East Building, the North Cottage, and the South Cottage. In 1900, Dr. R. T. Vann, a man having the love and confidence of the entire State, was called to the presidency. Since then he has devoted his whole time and energy to the liquidation of the debt. Several times the end has seemed in sight, only to be followed by disappointment. But God had not forgotten us, and at last the faithful efforts of Dr. Vann have been crowned with success. The last obligation has been met, and in February the joyful news was announced to the Faculty and students assembled in the chapel. To-day B. F. U. lifts her head free from debt and strong for work. Three legacies have been left to the institution: The first by Chief Justice Faircloth, amounting to $21,000 or $22,000; the second, about $10,000, was left in trust for the school by Mrs. Virginia Swepson; the third, in round numbers, $20,000, by Mr. Dennis Simmons. The accommodations are still insufficient to meet the demands, more than fifty girls having been turned away during the present school year. To satisfy this want, the Trustees have decided to use the Faircloth bequest to build a new dormi- tory, work on which began in March. The chapel and dining-room, in the Main Building, are to be enlarged, and it is to be hoped that all will be ready by next September. The design in establishing this school was to give the girls of North Carolina the facilities for acquiring at home a higher education than is furnished in the average school for girls. Most of our girls have been content with a very meager college course. This school aims to create a demand for higher culture, and to furnish opportunity for its acquisition. Furthermore, it is the earnest desire of the management that a deep and broad foundation may be laid here for the development of Christian character. It is hoped that the girls trained here may, on returning to their homes, become leaders in social reform and church life. The great industrial awakening in North Carolina seriously complicates the social and religious problem. The solution of this problem depends in large measure on the schoolgirls of to-day, who will be the women of to-morrow. B. F. U. has no higher ambition for her daughters than that they may be prepared to meet worthily the obligations imposed on them. Already the influence of her alumnae is felt, and by the time she is as venerable MAIN BUILDING as her elder brother, Wake Forest, she will have, throughout this and neighboring States, an association of devoted daughters from whom she may expect great things. A new school has no precedents, no traditions, by which to be guided, hence some mistakes have been made; but every school is what its members elect to make it, and this school set out in life with a lofty ideal, towards which she is making steady progress. The spirit of the student body is good, and the pupils are becoming more and more loyal as their pride in their Alma Mater grows. Let her daughters rally around B. F. U., taking for their watchword: The best equipment, the greatest thoroughness, the highest degree of Christian culture ! College Yells. Raleigh — Raleigh — Rah — Rah Raleigh — Raleigh — Rah — Rah- Hoo — Rah — Hoo — B— F— U B— F— U— Hi— Yi— Hi— Yi— Cis — B oom — Ah — Raleigh — Raleigh — Ra— Ra— Ra— Razzlety — Dazzlety — Hoo — Rah — Hoo — Raleigh — Raleigh — B— F— U— 10 Classes and Organizations Glass of ' 04. motto : colors : Excellence or Nothing. Turquoise and Gold. Blue Forget-me-not. Officers: Virginia Egerton, President Martha Haynes, Vice-President L. Margaret Ferguson, Treasurer Lizzie Dixon, Secretary Carrie Booker, Historian L. Margaret Ferguson, Prophet ISABELLE GULLEY, Poet Members : L. Margaret Ferguson Carrie Booker Virginia Egerton Martha Haynes isabelle gulley Lizzie Dixon Laura Cox Maggie May Lewis Hallo-boo-ree-boo-rah-boo-roar, Hallo-boo-ree-boo-rah-boo-roar. Who roar ? We roar, Naughty-four. 12 VlRGIE EGERTON But so fair, She takes the breath of men away Who gaze upon her unaware. Mattie Haynes A doctor I ' 11 be, then let the world rejoice! For sickness and death C° are banished from the earth. 13 Lizzie Dixon That girl with a grave, mathematical look, could harness a team with a logical chain. Carrie Booker Whose little body lodged a mighty mind. 14 Laura Cox Wise to resolve, and patient to per- form. Maggie Lewis We murder to dissect. Enough of science and of art. 15 ISABELLE GULLEY I am Sir Oracle. When I ope my lips let no dog bark. ' 4 Margaret Ferguson Born for success, she seems, With grace to win, with heart to hold, With shining gifts that take all eyes. 16 Glass History of ' 04. U ' HEN the news flashed over the State of North Carolina that the doors of the B. F. U. were at last opened, the Class of ' 04 checked baggage for Raleigh, and in September, eighteen hundred and ninety-nine, four of the merry members of that class promenaded the long corridors of the Baptist Univer- sity and planned for the future. When darkness settled down over the city and everybody was tired and worn- out by the question, Who are you, and where are you from? the first silvery peal of a bell rang out, Go to your room! and away we went; but lo! no beds were found, and so we passed the night on the floor ; but slumber was sweet, and we slept and dreamed that she who makes her bed hard must lie on it. But now we hum on flowery beds of ease. Thus began the history of the Class of ' 04, closely interwoven with the history of the University. We have grown up with the institution, have passed through the Dark Ages with her, and heard her groans, not without sympathy and prayer ; but to-day the Class of ' 04 sees her supremacy and glories in her ever-increasing strength over all the female schools of the South, with the banner of progress and knowledge floating high. As the Class of ' 04 belongs to the University, so the University belongs to the class by a bond of esteem, honor and love, which no class can ever claim but the Class of ' 04. Yet the class has a history all its own, developed out of the battles and victories of college life. We were never taunted by those horrible names of freshman and sophomore, but were juniors and seniors from the day of our organization. We did not enter preparatory ; we have not followed in the footsteps of the preceding class, or inherited wisdom and fame from them, but keeping ever before us the thought, higher education for women, we put aside the prevailing idea of a three-year or a four-year college course as sufficient for North Carolina women, and have spent five years in college halls and classrooms. The Class of ' 04 were charter members of the literary societies, the first edi- tors of the University journals, first leaders in the devotional meetings, which have developed into a Young Woman ' s Christian Association, and first and last in the hearts of the Trustees, Faculty, and students. The Class of ' 04 will leave the University in her first glory, with grave ques- tions settled for all succeeding classes ; college colors fixed, magnificent society 17 halls, plans for a gymnasium and swimming pools, well-organized athletic teams, and the first college Annual. Now we begin our march through strange and wonderful lands, a band of eight, soon to be parted right and left to complete our journey all alone. Did I say alone ? Perhaps not all alone, for one member of the class will most likely be accompanied by a captive chieftain from the land of Science. May the bond be such that no succeeding class may have to surmount the obstacles that we have climbed over, or come so near the limit of the pass. The way has been dark, but with magic lights some have made their way, while others groped in darkness. Many provinces have been conquered, namely: Algebra, Geometry, Trig- onometry, Biology, Chemistry, Physics, Astronomy, French, German, Latin, Greek, History, Literature, and Philosophy, with unsurpassed honor for some one, and in many cases for all, in each province. But the nearer the end the more diffi- cult the way, for cuts can not be bridged ; but those who pass the cuts will wear the stately robe, and as a merit of success and fame the ivy planted by the Univer- sity walls will ever grow and cling. 18 Glass Poem. The worthy struggle ' s o ' er, The victory we have won, All glory crowns the class of nineteen four, Tho ' our lives are just begun. High our standard has been, Excellence or nothing, In our school-days, midst their rush and din, From the top our voices ring. To great heights we shall soar, Great aims we ' ll have in life, The members of the class of nineteen and ' four, Fully equipped for the strife. Let it be our watchword, Now and forever more, Our deeds shall always be nobler when are heard Those grand words nineteen four. A flash of blue and gold, Magic colors that they are, Shall always bring back to us days of old, When we view them from afar. To our Alma Mater dear, To her all credit ' s due, For our pleasures and achievements here, At grand old B. F. U. We ' ll rally ' round her standard, To recall the days of yore, When each, older grown, will turn her regard Towards the day of nineteen four. 19 Prophecy of Class of ' 04. fl O one, of course, had ever doubted but that our Class of ' 04 would make a 4-51 most brilliant record, and do for the State — nay, I might even say for the whole United States — what no other graduating class from the B. F. U. had ever done. But- who should have believed that as I stood nursing a sick man that I was entertaining, not angels, to be sure, but friends, unawares! Yes, I had been nursing Mr. Gainsborough for nearly a week, when one day he asked me to write to his wife for him. This I did gladly, and explained to her his condition as nearly as I could, and at the close signed Miss Ferguson as his day nurse. To my amazement, on the very next day I received a reply to my note, and from whom should it be but my old classmate, Maggie Lewis, now Mrs. Gains- borough ! She was surprised that I did not remember meeting Mr. Gainsborough at the swell reception the Class of ' 05 gave us at B. F. U., and equally as much surprised that I, too, had not joined that innumerable matrimonial caravan of which she had long since been a member. She urged me to write her a long letter telling her all about our old classmates, as she presumed spinsters like myself had much more time to keep up with the outside world than those preoccupied with little household and wifely cares as she herself was. And indeed I had prided myself on at least locating each of our number, and so I sat down and wrote her : Johns Hopkins Hospital, May 10, 1909. My dear Maggie: Since you have called my attention to it, I do remember that fine-looking, broad-shouldered man whom you invited to that Junior Reception, but it has been qui te a while since then, and I did not expect to see him here in the hospital, afflicted with appendicitis. He, however, bore his operation well and is now re- covering rapidly. As to our Class, I shall have to scold you because of your utter neglect of them, for I really think you might at least have kept up with Mattie Haynes and her wonderful discovery. Did you not read in the last Medical Journal that she had determined by hardening the vitilin substance of the eye of animals that a lens could be made which would reflect rose-colored rays of light through the skull, clearly defining the minute anatomy of the brain ? This great discovery, it is believed by scientists, will lead to the cure of insanity in all its forms. I have seen her constantly since leaving school, for you know she took the doctor ' s degree at Hopkins University. She was always a crank over medicine, and used to glory in dissecting those stray cats which Doctor Dixon-Carroll waylaid, and she even handled earthworms un- flinchingly, searching eagerly for their numerous hearts. She is an honor to her Alma Mater, but in the brilliancy of her record she does not surpass Isabelle. You remember Isabelle Gulley, whom you used to designate as my ' crush. ' She is now dean in that Woman ' s University of Law in the Old North State, and is noted far and wide for her wise judgment and intellectuality. I spent two weeks of my vacation with her last summer, and she is the same dear girl as ever, only she has straightened herself to a more dignified height and presents the ap- pearance of a Daniel, yea, a ' Daniel come to judge us. ' I have not heard from Carrie Booker for quite a while, but Madam Rumor is still alert, and in this instance has not failed. She bears the news that she is now lady principal in one of our Southern colleges. The tidings are that the girls all stand in awe of that wonderful coil of re — , well, auburn — hair, and that their knees fairly quake as she peers at them from behind those glasses of hers. You know she used to work that on the Faculty at B. F. U. She would simply sit up so dignified and look so wise, that no one of them ever doubted but that she was thoroughly informed on the subject, and so passed her by with only a signifi- cant glance, and persecuted us with her share of questions. Yet the girls under her charge all eye her with admiration, and her spirit of fun and wit has ripened in these years since she left B. F. U., and she is loved by all, especially the patrons of red hair. Lizzie Dixon, ' that girl with the grave, mathematical look, ' has perfected her skill along that line. Since taking special work in mathematics at Chicago University, she has been teaching mathematics. She is a living example to the contrary of the old idea existing among men — that women can not master mathe- matics — for I have heard that she handles polygon, cubes, and rectangles, in a dexterous fashion and is not the least agitated or abashed when asked by any of her students for outside aid on a difficult problem. Laura Cox, you remember, while at school always said she was going to be a missionary to Japan, but since Japan was victorious in that war with Russia, she has become so rapidly christianized that Miss Cox has decided to go further inland to China, and she writes that she is now there in a mission school, teaching and picking splinters out of the hands of the little Chinese boys and girls, and tying up their stumped toes. And Virgie Egerton, since taking her degree at Cornell, has been staying at her home, and is quite a belle there. No wonder, for her large brown eyes, Gib- sony air, and charming manners could hardly fail to attract the fair representative of the stronger sex. Yet she had fortified herself strongly against the weapon of Cupid until recently one good archer ' s dart pierced the bulwarks, and as a result carried off the fair lady Virgie as his prize. The fortunate one is one of New York ' s representatives in Congress, who met her while she was in school at Cornell. However, before the wonderful event takes place in June, she is going to have our class attend an Old Maids ' Convention at her home, and says she wants you to chaperone the crowd. Won ' t that be simply fine ? And now I have taken up my whole time writing about our Class of ' 04, and must hasten to my duties. Good-bye, L. M. F. 22 JUNIOR CLASS Glass of ' 03. COLOR: FLOWER : Dark Blue White Carnation MOTTO: Climax yell: Dip and dive, dip and dive, We ' re the Class of Naughty-five, M-D-C-C-C-C-V Baptist Uni - ver - si - ty. Officers. Ruby Hynes McKay President Eva Eloise Smith Vice-President Lula Ruby Reid Seretary Eloise Lonsdale Dough Treasurer Dora Etta Falls Sergeant-at-Arms Maud Irene Haire Historian Members. Inez Permelia Caudle Maud Irene Haire Dora Etta Falls Belle Tyner Eloise Lonsdale Dough Eva Eloise Smith Lula Ruby Reid Edith Taylor Ruby Hynes McKay 23 History of Glass of ' 03- J ROM the hills and valleys of Carolina we came, bringing with us memories of happy childhood. We may have ranked as conventionally fresh by a certain set, who took matters into their own hands far too much to suit our ideas of propriety or justice. However unimportant that detail may have been, we have succeeded in gaining, through a series of tests and examinations too numerous and thrilling to mention, an eminence from whose envied height we view the struggles and downfalls of the past with proud and reconciled eye. It was a sad day when we awoke within the college walls to find, perhaps for the first time, that things were not all we had dreamed. Of course we expected at least an equal footing with every girl ; but the inconceivable presumption of that particular set, or sets — for we found several — seemed to deny any such recognition. Accordingly, our first vague doubts, awakened by these independ- ents, were soon confirmed forebodings, which finally developed into the realization that a siege must be made, a battle must be fought for our rights. They seemed to stand in the superiora loca, as a familiar high-school author puts it in a narra- tion of a similar struggle. So, with all the fresh courage ascribed to us, we unfurled our banner and turned our faces unfalteringly to the high places ; and we are convinced that never a Hannibal, about whose wonderful marches we have been reading for pastime and pleasure as we advanced, crossed barriers more difficult, with steeper ascents, or more precipitous declivities. After a season of perse- 24 verance and a series of attacks, which gained for us a certain degree of recogni- tion, our opponents struck their colors and met us on peaceful vantage ground Thus we became equalized by more than mathematical processes. It was a great experience and we appreciate it now ; some of our number were lost, unable to endure the scientific tactics of warfare. Others shrank from dis cipline ; and still others, if an historian must record sad facts, were wounded — J yes, seriously wounded — by the unavoidable shaft of that world-famous little her and adversary called Cupid. Only ten heroical spirits have stood the tests of toi and time ; but we are proud, and justly proud, you will concede, of our efforts and 1 victory. And, after all, valiant foes make valiant friends, and it is pleasant to smile with them over the memorable past. It is still more pleasant to wear the laurel on heights we have achieved. Looking back on the past two years of toil we would not recall them, though they are vivid with pleasure. The seniority of our more responsible friends is like the finale of some sad music, the notes of which we are never to hear again. Thrilled by the inspiring breezes which sweep up from the Italy of our hope just below, we stand upon the Alpine height of college glory. 25 Glass of ' 06. MOTTO : FLOWER : Rowing, Not Drifting. Marshal Neil Rose. YELL. Hi, de diddle, de diddle de dix, Naughty, Naughty, Naughty-six, Hi, de diddle, de diddle, de who ? Naughty-six and B. F. U. COLOR. Cream. Officers. Mary Johnson, President Mamie Wright, Vice-President Lucilb Devereaux Withers, Secretary Helen May McLendon, Treasurer Elizabeth Wood Williams, Historian Nellie May Baker, Poet Class Roll. Nellie May Baker Mary Lee Bivins Mary Johnson Helen May McLendon Lucy Petty Mary Elizabeth Sawyer Eleanor Earl Whitaker Mamie Wright Elizabeth Wood Williams Lucile Devereaux Withers 26 SOPHOMORE CLASS History of the Glass of ' 06. TT HE history of the Sophomores of ' 06 has been much the same as of other ilL sophomores who have gone before us. We are not large in numbers, but we are large in college spirit and college work. In college athletics we have taken a leading part, and have put on the field girls who do credit not only to our class, but also to the University. Are we behind in the intellectual field, a few of our number being recognized as the coming strong girls in college? Our first year of college life was somewhat easier than that which usually falls to the lot of Freshmen. Perhaps this was due to the fact that the Sophs of our first year were known for their mild and amiable spirits. Although lacking in the training which the Freshmen usually receive, we were ready to put the Fresh through when we had passed the bottle and teeth-cutting age. Our first year passed quickly with hard work, as well as play, and when the 1st of September, 1903, came around, it found us with a firm and strong foundation for our Sophomore year. It was with regret that the faces of several of our most prominent classmates were missed ; but four new girls joined our ranks, who have in part made up for the loss from our former number. It is the desire of all our number that the Class of 1906 shall be known as one whose purpose is high, whose work is worthy, and as one which rows — not drifts. Glass of ' 07. MOTTO : Toward the advance. COLOR : Nile Green. FLOWER : Lily of the Valley. YELL: Seven and eleven, seven and eleven, That counts the Class of 1907, Luck in seven, vict ' ry in eleven, We are the eighteen of 1907. Vice-President Mary Parker Historian Lizzinia Moorb President Sallie Tomlinson Treasurer Addie Smith Members. Catharine Bryan Stephens Carrick Maie Hinson Foy Johnson Ona Long Lizzinia Moore Clara Pigg Addie Smith Louise Wyatt Secretary Catharine Bryan Sergeant-At-Arms Rebecca Knight Ethel Carroll Mimie Cox Mattie Jenkins Rebecca Knight Mamie Meeks Mary Parker Melissa Phillips Sallie Tomlinson Vivian Wysong 30 m to j o z X CO LU [L. Freshmaiv Glass Hi s1ory of ' 07. m ' HEN we first entered the University, the Sophs tried to impress upon our dull and undeveloped brains the fact that they were the greatest and most learned class the University had ever enrolled. And when the proposition was first made to organize the Freshman Class, the Sophs, who think they are almost as much as Seniors, but, who, in reality, are just further advanced Fresh- men, were determined to show their power by trying to prevent our organization. In this they failed, and now we have as dignified meetings as the Seniors them- selves. Soon we showed these egotistical ladies that they were of small importance as compared with the Freshmen. In athletics the members of the Freshman Class have taken a prominent stand. One of its members is the best goal-thrower on the basket ball team. Socially, the dear Freshmen are favorites of all, easily impressing everyone with their personal beauty and magnetism, and with their superior intelligence. In musical and literary circles the Freshmen are leaders. In art, too, we are not lacking ; one of our members plans and designs all the posters for the Y. W. C. A. Soon our happy days will be days gone by, to be cherished ever in our memo- ries. Soon we shall pass into upper classes where we can do more good, and, where, if we meet with such success as we have had this year, the ' 07 class will be acclaimed the first and greatest that ever attended the Baptist Female University. 31 Freshman Rush. (Found on the Bulletin Board the Next Morning After the Freshman Rush.) ' The Freshman Class will organize As soon as supper ' s o ' er! The room was silent. Every face A look of horror wore. Each little Freshman quite forgot To eat her Mellin ' s Food, The tootsy wootsies little guessed What awful trouble brewed. With modest pride assembled they At the appointed place, With curls all smooth and such a smile On every little face. They laid their rattles by And tried to close the door, But oh! They did not bargain for Each valiant Sophomore. The door at last was tightly closed The Freshmen screamed in glee — They did not see two Seniors, who Had slipped in noiselessly. Meanwhile a crowd of jeering Sophs Had found a window wide, And quietly they slipped around Prepared to climb inside. 32 The Freshmen heard them as they came, And, with a mighty shriek, They tried to pull the window down, Those Freshmen small and weak! In vain the struggle fiercer, fiercer grows, The Fresh are terrified, For there! The window can ' t be closed, A Sophomore ' s inside! Another comes! Another! Now They follow thick and fast! Th e room is filled with Sophomores, The Freshmen are aghast. The Juniors quickly follow suit, They tumble wildly in, The little Freshmen give a wail, Unused to such a din. They tussle, mussle, scream and shriek, The room is in a roar, A deaf ' ning din is all that ' s heard, And still they guard the door. A hush — Mrs. Norwood timidly Thrusts slowly in her head, She ' s come to get the darling Fresh And put them all to bed! The Sophs are very kind; They say, Now we will go, And let you choose your President And all that stuff you know! The Sophs depart. The little Fresh, Now in the seventh heaven, Decide ' twere wise to drink the health To Class of Naughty-seven. They clink their mugs of china thick; Then with a happy sigh They drain the cool, refreshing milk, Resolved to do or die. 33 The class did choose for color, green Of fresh and verdant hue. Their yell? They made it up, of course, To them the honors due! ' Wah! Wah! Wah! fwee cheers for us, We dirls of B. F. U. De Fweshman Class, de vewy best, Hoowah! hooway! Ah goo! • •w 34 Young Women ' s Christian Association. motto: Not by might, nor by power, but by My Spirit, saith the Lord of hosts. Officers. Caroline Booker President Margarbt Ferguson Vice-President Ruby McKay Recording Secretary Mary Johnson Corresponding Secretary Katb Bbaman Treasurer 35 Astrotektoiv Literary Society. COLORS: MOTTO: FLOWER: Gold and White. He builds too low who builds Narcissus. beneath the stars. Officers. Isabellb Gulley President Eva Smith Vice-President Ruby McKay Secretary Lucile Ellington Treasurer 36 History of the Astrotekton Society, (§ N October 28, 1899, a small number of girls banded themselves with the purpose of inspiring each other with a love for literature, and with a de- sire to promote the higher principles of self-government and self-control. The progress of the organization was wonderful. The band was known as Club A. It was ignorant as to parliamentary practise ; the treasury was empty ; and not only did they lack furnishings for a hall, but the hall itself was not to be obtained. This, however, was an A club ; for in spite of many difficulties, they met in chapel or recitation-room and worked with zeal. Soon their constitution was adopted, officers elected, and a hall provided. This organization was no longer known as a club, but as a literary society, with a name worthy of an organization in the school founded by faith — Astrotekton — star-builders. Then came the day when a visitor met with our society. He was charmed with the literary work and the zeal of the members. This was Mr. Dennis Simmons. He expressed his gratification by furnishing the hall at his expense, leaving the details to the discretion of our president. Now a large brass mirror took the place of a panel in the wall ; a beautiful secretary ' s desk was provided ; handsome mahogany furnishings took the place of bare benches ; nothing was left undone. In the following years the girls worked with added zeal ; new members were received; strict discipline was enforced; and by means of systematic study the literary work was lifted to a higher plane. Not to neglect any part of our development, debates were instituted. This effort was rewarded when on March 3, 1902, after a close contest with the Philo- retian Society upon the question : Resolved, That the pension system should be abolished, the representatives of our Society, who maintained the negative, were declared victorious. It seemed that a good angel presided over the Astrotektons, for just at Com- mencement ' 02, the news came that by the will of the late Dennis Simmons, the Society was in the possession of $1,500, so that it need no longer be hampered by the scarcity of funds. The present year shows marks of increased progress. Enthusiasm for the 37 success of the Society fills every heart. Loyalty leads all to take pleasure in fulfilling every duty assigned. At the beginning of the year a reception was given in honor of the new students, and we give the closing lines of an article from the next day ' s paper : The University student who wishes to make the most of her school life, will surely adopt Emerson ' s advice to her present circumstances and ' hitch her wagon to this star ' of the college firmament — the Astrotekton Society. The outlook for the future is such as to make us proud. The standard of work as a literary society is ever climbing higher, and in a short time a larger hall will be erected to accommodate the ever increasing membership. Already numbers of its members have gone out over the State, doing credit to their Alma Mater because of having been among us, and having worked with the motto, so dear to every Astrotekton : He builds too low who builds beneath the stars. L. Ruby Reid. 38 PKiloretian Literary 3ociety. MOTTO: Plain living, high thinking. COLORS: FLOWER: Violet and White. Violet. Officers. Caroline L. Booker President aVirgini A. Egerton Vice-President L. Margaret Ferguson Secretary Elizabeth Dixon Treasurer 39 Philorelian History. jf IKE our flower, we began small, modest, and unassuming. But as the | violet gradually unfolds, showing its true worth and merit, so we have grown. It was with eager hearts and willing hands that a small band of girls assembled under the leadership of our professor of literature, Mrs. H. E. Stone, in October, 1899, for the purpose of establishing a literary society. All of us felt the need of such an influence in our school, and believed that we had the material which could begin a movement that would be felt and passed down in the years to come. We had no society hall, but one of the classrooms was assigned to us and there we began our work. Though few in number, we grew rapidly, and such interest was taken in the work that it was not long before we were able to continue without the guiding hand of Mrs. Stone. What we were and are now we have accomplished ourselves, for we have had no outside aid except that of Mrs. Stone, and that aid was inestimable. From year to year we have grown in number until now we are no longer able to meet in our hall, but are compelled to hold our meetings in the college chapel. In the second year of our organization we began to publish a society paper, The Twentieth Century Echo, and this has since been an important feature in our work to encourage the girls to write, and, also, to prepare them for literary work. Looking over our roll we are proud to say that we have counted in our midst some of the best intellect in school, and our girls have always held places of highest honor. Now, in the fifth year of our existence, we can say that our organization was a step that has never been regretted, and it is our earnest wish that as great years to come as in the years gone by ! V. A. E. an influence for good will be exerted by the Philoretian Literary Society in the 40 Historical Society. FLOWER : MOTTO : Thistle. Nemo me impune lacessit. COLOR : Scotch Plaid. Officers. L. Ruby Rbid President L. Margaret Ferguson Vice-President Elizabeth Williams Secretary and Treasurer Grace Ruth Gibbs Archive Keeper Psychology Glass Roll ' 03. T. Neill Johnson, Leader Irene Haire, Follower Carrie Booker, Arguer Isabelle Gulley, Listener Virgie Egerton, Dreamer. (Are dreams healthy?) Eloise Dough, One to be quizzed Margaret Ferguson, I don ' t believe I quite catch your meaning ' (No wonder.) Dora Falls, Meek as Moses Kate Beam, That ' s what I meant. Mattie Haynes, Silence is Golden Maggie Lewis, Deeply interested in Familiar Science. Annie Stewart, Nellie Baker, A mental life primarily teleological, always predominated by a state of consciousness, which results in an activity of some sort in the cerebral hemisphere as such. 42 A T L T I Athletic Association. Officers. Grace Galloway President Margaret Ferguson Vice-President Lucille Ellington Secretary Ruby McKay Treasurer Mary Lily King Executive Committee. Evelyn Lee Aydlett W. G. Sackbtt Hail to the glorious college spirit of the Class of ' 04 ! Since ' 99, when the University started its career, athletics, to a certain extent, have been discussed, but not until this year have those deeply inter ested felt the encouragement necessary to push the work forward. However after much talk, some thinking, and a few mass-meetings, a plan was formed by which the work could be started on a small scale. By the co-operation of the Faculty and the never-ceasing energy of the girls, an Athletic Association was organized October io, 1904, with a member ship of thirty-five. Since that time the members have worked with a zeal which is possessed only by University people, and the Association has increased steadily in members until now it numbers one hundred and fifteen. 43 Cry of the Blues. Biff, boom, bang, the Blues go bumping, Down towards Red ' s high old goal, And beneath the old maroon We will sing in happy tune As we put the Reds down in the hole. Cry of the eds. Cheer, girls, cheer! the Reds have got the ball, Cheer, girls, cheer! the Blues ' 11 have to fall, And when we hit their line, they ' ll have no line at all, There ' ll be a hot time in the old town to-night. 45 Basket-Ball Team. Ora Flack, Captain Sallie Tomlinson, Business Manager Grace Galloway Ettie Aydlett Ruth Zeigler Ima Allen Kathbrinb Futrell Mary Johnson Era Covington Nannib Huntley Substitutes. Helen McLendon Mary Lou Oliver BASKET-BALL YELL. Rip ! rah ! roar ! Rip ! rah ! roar ! Basketball Nine of Naughty-four Never defeated ! Whoop ! la ! Who ? Invincible Team of B. F. U ! 46 Tennis Glub. Mary Lily King President Dora Falls Manager W. G. Sackbt Coach Members. Eva Smith Margaret Ferguson Annie Josey Ruby McKay Helen McLendon Beulah Raper Mary Sawyer Kate Futrell Bessie Futrell Ona Long Kate Be am an May Lide Ora Flack 48 TENNIS CLUB t 3unny sTim Club, 80NQ: motto: ?here is Sunshine Wear the smile that in My Soul. won ' t come off. COLOR : FLOWER : Yellow. Sunflower. FAVORITE FOOD: Force. Members. Sue W atkins Sara Gardner Helbn McLendon Ruby McKay 49 Baseball. Line-Up. Dora Falls, Pitcher Ruby Reid, Catcher Ruby McKay, First Base Lucy Petty, Second Base Essie Morgan, Third Base Mary L illy King, Right Field Edith Taylor, Left Field Helen McLendon, Center Field Agnes Taylor, Short-stop Substitutes: Sue Watkins Grace Galloway Elizabeth Boushall Rah! Rah! Rah! Who! Rah! Who! Baseball Team of B. F. U. Strike us out, Knock us out Not at all ! We are the Girls who Play Baseball ! So PUBLISHED BY THE GHOULS AT 2 O ' CLOCK A. M. VOL. V. NO. 345. B. F. U., IDES OF MARCH. PRICE — ONE FARTHING. WAR DECLARED! OFFICIALLY ANNOUNCED! Fortifications Put Up — All Preparations Made for At- tack — Specials from Third and Fourth Floors. B. F. U., March 10.— The an- nouncement has been made that war is declared by the people of B. F. U. Famous implements of defense have been ordered to sustain the attack. There is much excitement evident among the natives. The number of volunteers has increased rapidly and steadily. The authorities think that the war will be long, but seem hopeful that it will end favorably. Later News of War. B. F. U., March 10— Special. —A dispatch to The Maroon says that the attack has been made and the result was won- derfully successful. A number of traps have been set and in one night fifteen rats have been caught. GREAT ELECTION! Took Place Amid Much Ex- citement, Cheers and Enthu- siasm. IMPORTANT MEETING! The Results of Vital Signifi- cance. The Faculty of B. F. U. have met, and after long and careful consideration, the system of cuts has been adopted. This step is undoubtedly the most important that has ever been taken by the Faculty, and the results will be most satisfactory. The students stand in great awe of this system and their reverence for the Faculty is greatly increased thereby. The effects of this excellent system are positively exhiliarating. The students are no longer ill, ex- cept in unusual cases, and the health of the whole student body is greatly improved. This system has proved more bene- ficial to the school than all the medicine in Hicks ' drug store, or all the skill of our accom- plished resident physician. Why, it has even been known to cure bad cases of measles, mumps and pneumonia. leet withoutft ° rder t0 perpetuate this im P° rtant organ of our school, knowing that the Annual, would be incom- B. F. U., March 7.— A grand election took place at the B. F. U. to-day. Promptly at 2:30 p.m. the members of the Astrotekton and Philoretian societies met in their respective halls. The as- semblies were called to order and the election of marshals announced. Many names were proposed, votes were cast, and the members awaited breath- lessly the result. Amidst the cheers of girls then entered the committees appointed to count votes and the following an- nounced as the result : PHILORETIAN. • Eloise Dough, Chief. Lucile Withers. Hennie Ragsdale. ASTROTEKTON. Victoria Martin, Chief. Lucile Ellington, Ruby McKay. THE MAROON Weather Forecast. Cutting in vicinity of class- rooms in morning — considerable clearing toward noon — calm, suitable (?) for digging to- wards study-bell. Social. The following invitation an- nounced one of the greatest events of the season : My Dear Mr. , We are going to have a little party over here on Washing- ton ' s birthday. Won ' t you come? (Signed.) The following answer was re- eived on a postal card from a W. F. C. newish: My Dear Miss , Yes, I ' ll come. Sorry I had to wait so long, but I had to write to ask my mamma if I could come. Yours, ANNIVERSARY. What could bring greater pleasure to the heart of a B. F. U. girl than to receive an invita- tion to the W. F. C. Anniver- sary unless, indeed, it be the realization of attending one of these most joyous celebrations! Such was the pleasure and priv- ilege of many of our girls. We feel sure the hospitality of W. F. C. cannot be excelled. Flack— Purefoy. . The University chapel was the scene of much merriment on the evening when the Faculty and students assembled to wit- ness the marriage of Miss Hes- lope Purefoy to O. Lee Flack. At 8 o ' clock the bridal party entered to the strains of Men- delsohn ' s Wedding March, in the following order: Misses Ruth Zeigler and Ima Allen, flower girls; Mamie Stillwell, Evelyn Aydlett, Eleanor Wal- lace, Mary Sawyer, bridesmaids. Up the opposite aisle came E. E. Smith, H. Allen, E. Wright and K. Futrell, grooms- men. Then came the maid of honor, Miss Ettie Aydlett, and follow- ing her the bride leaning on the arm of her father, M. B. Wright. From the vestry room the groom with his best man, G. Galloway, came forward and met the bride at the chance While the ceremony was hu. morously performed by Father Martin, Miss Lalla Ellington sang in a very impressive man. ner O, promise me. The bridal party and the relations then repaired to the dining hall where an elegant lunch was served. The chapel was elaborately decorated with ferns, palms, and cut flowers, giving a beau tiful effect to the color scheme which was white and green. The bridesmaids wore white organdy and carried immense bunches of maiden-hair ferns. The maid of honor wore green crepe-de-chene over taffeta and carried bride ' s roses. The bride was gowned in white silk with rose point lace. In her hand she carried lilies of the val- ley, while orange blossoms were entwined in her veil, this being caught up with a diamond sun- burst, the gift of the groom. The presents were numerous and handsome, attesting to the popularity of both bride and groom. She was a beautiful creature. Her eyes were soft and dreamy and brown. Her curling hair caressed a brow as pure as marble, while in its billowy mass nestled four bows of Scotch plaid ribbon of hues and tints which the rainbow never dreamed of possessing. With loops intertwined, these bows looked like gay butterflies, nestling about a rose— an Amer- ican Beauty rose. She went to class occasionally, she liked to hear Miss Jones talk, and she respected the cut system also. One day, the teacher said: Miss , will you please scan the stanza which you see on the board ? With languid air she raised her liquid orbs and poured them on the verses. Not a word passed the vermeil tinc- tured portals of her lips. Miss , will you scan it? Yes ' m. Another pause. Well, scan it now please. With a reproachful look in her soulful eyes, Miss replied: Miss Jones, I am looking at it just as hard as I can. . She had cut class the day before when the first lesson in scansion had been given. But never mind, the brilliant bows on the outside more than com- pensated for any lack of bril- liancy on the inside. Dramatic Club. MOTTO : COLORS : Naturalness — To thine own self be true. Sea-foam Green and Garnet. Officers. Hbnnie Sutton Ragsdalb President Ettie Briggs Aydlett Vice-President Sadie Elizabeth Lambert Secretary Lucille Devereaux Withers Treasurer Members. Ettie Briggs Aydlett Victoria Fagan Martin Frances Eagles Lena Markham Kate Beaman Sadie Elizabeth Lambert Etta Sub Jordan Clara Piercal Salisbury Hennie Sutton Ragsdale Lucile Devereaux Withers Myrtle Wilder Mollyb Walters Si The Club. Cast of Characters. Mrs. Graham Sadie Elizabeth Lambert Aunt Clarissa Moll ye Walters Rebecca Spencer (who thinks herself one of the girls ) Lucille Devereaux Withers Helen Graham Victoria Fagan Martin Florence Baldwin Clara Piercal Salsbury Kitty Greene Lena Markham Sallie Browning (kodak fiend) Katb Beam an Beth Hamlin j Frances Eagles Ruth Adams Myrtle Wilder Mabel Morris (whose genius burns) Etta Jordon Polly Graham (who would like to be a Club Girl) .... Ettie Briggs Aydlbtt Nan Graham (Mrs. Graham ' s niece) Hennib Sutton Ragsdalb Thursday Afternoon Sketch Club. t Make Sketches.while the sun shines. COLORS: Sky Blue and Grass Green. FLOWER : Wild Phlox Members. Josbphinb Brown 2|Heslopb Purefoy Hattib Poe Johnson Katherinb Futrbll Catherine Austin Hester Allen Victoria Fagan Martin Ida Potbat Favorite Sketching Grounds. Meadow near A. M. College Mirrow Lake Farm Back of J. P. Wyatt ' s orchard , if S3 Mozart Glub. COLORS : Ivory- White and Black. WATCH-WORD : r-G - MOTTO : Music is love in search of words. Officers. Grace Galloway President Bertie Harris Secretary Bessie Futrell. Helen Graves Ettib Briggs Aydlett Evelyn Lee Aydlett Florida Taylor Avera Elizabeth Boushall Lutie B. Cato Pearle Cobb Lalla Ellington Bessie Futrell Grace Galloway Sara Gardner Vice-President Eula Wright Treasurer Program Committee Isa Parker Members. Helen Graves Lucy Gregory Bertie Harris Sadie Lambert Myrtle Leslie Netta Liles May Lide Ida Moore Mary Lou Oliver Eleanor Wallace Isa Parker Grace Pratt Lena Price Hennie Ragsdale Nettie Rodwell mozelle stringfield Mamie Stillwell Eleanor Wallace Eula Wright Ruth Zeigler 54 A Psalm of Life. (From a Sophomore ' s Point of View). Tell me not in mournful numbers Exams, are but an empty dream, For the girl is lost who blunders, And exams, are not what they seem. Math, is real, and science is earnest, And tho ' seventy be thy goal. Struggle thou must and then thou learnest That the half has not been told. In the Faculty ' s broad range of questions, In the struggle of all your life, Be not like a dumb little Freshman, Be a Sophomore in the strife. Let us then be up and doing, With a heart for every task, Still a-guessing, still a-bluffing, Learn to study and to pass. Kodak Glub. MOTTO : ,To hold a mirror up to nature. Officers. Hblbn Graves General Poser Bessie Futrbll Keeper of Records and Films Members. W. G. Sackett Bessie Futrell Catharine Futrell Lucy Gregory Helen Graves Helen McLbndon Lillian Lbary 56 St. Valentine ' s Day. (Lines Sent with a Box of Violets.) 01 this is the day When Cupid holds sway And has for his target hearts. When skies are blue With Heaven ' s own hue He shoots his dangerous darts. But here I sigh, No darts have I; O, how shall I reach your heart? A thought comes to me — I ' ll try and see If violets will reach the mark. 57 Red-Headed Brigade. MOTTO: WATCH-WORD: Be rather than seem to be — red-headed. R. H. B. Members. Brigadier General, First Colonel, Second Colonel Frances P. Eagles Mamie B. Wright F. Catharine Bryan First Lieutenant- Colonel, Second Lieutenant- Colonel, Major, Agnes W. Taylor Ruby H. McKay Bessie Sams Captain, First Lieutenant, Second Lieutenant, Mamie E. Weeks Lula F. Bryan Lucy M. Gregory Sergeant, Corporal, Standard Bearer, Arabella Stroud Ethel M. Moore Carrie L. Booker Drummer boy, Dorothy Vann Chaplain, M. Irene Haire 58 RED HEADED BRIGADE P ins. In a little country parish in a section by the sea, Lived some people, Shaw by name, as shiftless as could be, Brewer by trade was papa Shaw, while mamma and ' er son Dawdled o ' er the household work until the day was done. Young David Shaw by canity was heart and soul possessed, And quarreled that in humble clothes he always must be dressed. John, son, quoth worthy Mamma Shaw, in voice both low and sweet, We ' ve neither coal nor wood, and soon we ' ll be too po ' t ' eat. Wat, son? You say you ' ve got a plan? Law, no! that can ' t be true, Wall, it ' s the truth! Here, Dave, is Pa, the cookin ' ain ' t nigh through. That night he donned his Sunday suit and took a train due west, Where people by his handsome face were forcibly impressed. A billionaress fell in love with Johnny ' s big brown eyes, And many plans did Johnny lay — most of them in this wise ; A Gibson girl is Jennie Jones, her hair is shining gold, And I ' m her beau man, ' tis a risk, but I have e ' er been bold. I ' ll marry Jennie Jones, I will — tho ' ma will say ' tis rash, I ' ll deck her up in jewels fine — paid for with Jennie ' s cash; Regale myself on ham and cake — but while he thus did think A note was brought from Jennie Jones on paper glaring pink: ' I long have tried to earn Shaw ' s love, but e ' er with no avail, So now my hand I ' ve promised to a graduate of Yale. In token of my love for you a little sum I send, ' Tis only fifteen million, but ' twill show I am your friend. Lord! David cried with wild delight and seized the paltry sum, And in a sack it jamming, he took the next train home. Edith Taylor. 59 Chafing DisK Club. TOAST: _ motto: Here ' s to fudge and sugar candy, Eat with pleasure, Here ' s to anything but brandy. Drink by measure, Something to eat, and something to drink, Eat all you can and Let us live high for we can ' t think. What you can ' t eat can. COLORS : Chocolate and Champagne Officers. Ora Flack Chief Cook Eleanor Wallace Dish Washer Ettie Aydlett Fud g e Eater Grace Galloway Chief Eater Members. Eva Smith Eleanor Wallace Mary Sawyer Ora Flack Ruth Zeiglbr Mamie Stillwell Lucy Petty Mamie Wright Essie Morgan Eula Wright Ettie Aydlett Heslope Purepoy Evelyn Aydlett Eloise Dough Mary Lilly King Ima Allen Grace Galloway Hennie Ragsdale 60 A Scheme Thai Failed. Where are you going, my Pretty Maid? I ' m going to practise, dear she said. And where do you practise, on which floor? The first; the practise room right by the door. I think I ' ll follow, the other girl said, Just throw this counterpane over my head. I ' ll give Mary Lily such a scare Her shrieks and screams will rend the air. Oh, ho! Now, I ' ll follow, quoth number three, When fun ' s in the air, just count on me. Tho ' ' tis study hour at the B. F. U., I ' ll risk all demerits, and see the thing through. Then girl number one to the window went, On cautiously rattling the blinds she was bent, Expecting wild shrieks to be heard on the wind, While her fleeing victim looked frantically behind. But the yell never came, and she crept to the door, With ghostly draperies sweeping the floor. When a teacher came out in pursuit, you see, And then ' twas the turn of the two girls to flee. And where did you practise, my Pretty Maid? Behind the chapel, dear, she said. And for your comfort listen to me, The best plans of school girls aft gang agley. A. E. A. 61 3. F. 3. FAVORITE SONG: When pleasure and duty clash, We Won ' t Go Home Till Morning. Why then duty goes to smash. FAVORITE DRINK : University soup. Members. Hester Allen The pink of perfection Emily Biggs Thy modesty is a candle to thy merit Carrie Booker No better than she should be Lucile Ellington Young in limbs, in judgment old Bessie Futrell If music be the food of love, play on Catharine Futrell Is she not more than painting can express? Isabelle Gulley Paragon of learning Annie Josey A rapsody of words Mary Johnson Innocence Abroad Ruby McKay Linked sweetness long drawn out Helen McLendon Magnificent spectacle of happiness Victoria Martin Sighs and looks unutterable things Ruby Reid In the catalogue ye go for men Mozelle Stringfield A bachelor ' s charm Nonie Williford Something between an actress and a missionary Lucile Withers A heaven of charms, but blest with temper 62 SIGMA PHI SIGMA My First Public 3chool. A SHORT time ago I accepted a position in a public school, near the central part of North Carolina. I had never taught a school like this before, but I did not mind that at all, for I had never seen a child that I did not love, and was very apt to gain the affection of all children I met. As for the grown people, the few I might have would be nothing less than a pleasure. My school opened the ist of December. After a short journey I arrived at the place — a small country schoolhouse out in an old field. I looked out, to see children of all sizes coming with books, buckets, and baskets of every description imaginable. We went into the house, and shortly we were seated as near as pos- sible around a large old fireplace, where a big fire was quickly kindled. It was a bitter cold morning, cold enough to freeze your back while your face baked. In a few minutes we had a noisy crowd. Some were passing from one side cf the room to the other, while others were scraping their feet on the floor trying to keep their seats, and others still, were pushing the little fellows to get a seat. I called for order, but they seemed not to know what it meant. Again I called out, Everybody stand up — still ! Then I began the task of enrolling. I tell you there were names and ages there all the way from Jimmy Bow-legs, six years old, to Mary Know-nothing, twenty. I told them my name, and gave them a few directions as to how they should act in a schoolroom. Really, they needed more of this than I was prepared to give them at that moment. Pretty soon I called for books. Everybody had a different kind of spelling book. Everybody else had a new kind of reader, and nobody ' s pa expected to buy any more books until these were worn out. While I had nothing but conflicts, I was obliged to give each one a lesson within an hour, or we would be wasting time. However, in an hour or two our tune changed to something like this, in a murmuring tone : C-a-t, cat ; m-a-n, man ; d-o-g, dog ; and occasionally a stop that ! with a b-a, ba — quit that John ! — k-e-r — pinchin ' me — baker. I didn ' t do a thing to him. Sometimes a restless girl would hop up and say, Miss Emma, can I desk with Minnie? when I had already assigned each one a desk. No ; go to your own. Er — Miss Emma, which un? Well, Mr. John didn ' t do us that-a-way when he was the teacher. Mattie, I tell you go to your seat. If you don ' t I ' 11 send you home. John, be quiet ! Here ! I called, there must be no notes passed across the room in this 63 school. Come with your lesson, Charlie. Did I tell you to get that? Yessum. Very well, read on. Er — Miss Emma, what ' s that got in your hair? Read on, I tell you. I don ' t believe that ' s my lesson, Miss Emma. You give such long lessons I can ' t learn ' em. Miss Emma, make Henry stop lookin ' at me. Go to your seat, Charlie. Be quiet, I tell you ! Yes, yes ; no, no, no 1 I was saying half the time. Leave here, you house full of idiots I With that they very quickly, but quietly, got their bonnets and hats and left me. There I stood, no home — surely, for I was to board with one of the school committee — and all alone. My only chance was to walk to the station three miles away, which I did without delay. L. D. B. F. U. All that ' s good, all that ' s noble. All that ' s fond, all that ' s true, Rises in the heart and lingers, When we mention B. F. U. From without, the walls so solid Tower above the highest tree, But within them life is teeming, However still the walls may be. And to shape this life so restless Into something good and grand, Can there be a nobler purpose, Can it for a higher stand? Ah, we love thy walls and towers, Love thy trees and love thy halls, And we love thy care and kindness That thou givest to us all. And when in the distant future We have left thee ever more, Sitting, dreaming of our own life, We will think the whole past o ' er. And as o ' er the past we wander, We will find a spot secure Where the sacred words are written, Deeply written — B. F. U. Nellie Baker. 65 UNCLE FOB Horrors. Ora Flack An « P y V™ Eleanor Wallace Sonata Mamie Wright Red Haur Edith Taylor Potato Pie Agnes Taylor Star Fish Heslope Purefoy Rising Bell Isa Parker Books May Lide A Hat Mabel Parsons Algebra Lizzie Dixon Men Sallie Rogers Meditation hour Etta Jordan Stud y hoUT Kathleen Williams No Mai1 SueWatkins To go to church Carrie Booker To sit for picture ISABELLE GULLEY PhySlCS Mozelle Stringfield The first breakfast bell Eleanor Whitaker Tests Ona Long Rats Helen Graves Playing in recitals Nina Brown Geometry Ruby McKay Cats Virgie Egerton Toasts Whole School Exams 67 Blue fRidge boomers. Color: Blue and anything but green. Motto: Once a mountaineer, always a mountaineer. Song: Come, Jine the Huckleberry Picnic. Flower: Mountain Laurel. Light Preferred: Moonshine. Favorite Drink: Mountain Dew. Games Indulged In: Dominoes. I Spy. Checkers. Pussy wants a corner. Going to Jerusalem. Old Maids. yell : Rip-ra-re! gee! haw! gee! Who are — who are — who are — we ? Rains and winds and mountain whirls. Hurrah! for we are the Blue Ridge girls. Members. Ora Flack Corn shucker Eula Wright Log roller Heslope Purefoy Potato grabber Essie Morgan Huckleberry picker Mamie Wright { C , ha t c per Snap stringer Grace Galloway Bark hauler 68 BLUE PIDGE BOOMERS The New Professor. Scene I. (A room at boarding-school. Books strewn over beds and chairs; walls covered with pictures, and everything in confusion. Enter Margaret VanBuren, with a pile of books on her arm.) Margaret: Well, this day ' s work is over at last, thank goodness! (Throws books on floor, and drops down on window-seat.) How I do hate to study ! When I finish school I shall never look at another book! (Yawns.) Oh, by the way, I must write to Jack. (Starts up.) I have owed him a letter since Sunday, and here it is Thursday. (Begins to rummage in her trunk for stationery. Door opens and a tall girl rushes in.) Margaret : Well, roommate, I thought you had left me for good and all. Dorothy Graves, that ' s the cutest stock you have on — why haven ' t I seen it before? Dorothy : Oh, my dear, don ' t embarrass me. It belongs to the new girl across the hall. But didn ' t I tell you — Cousin Lucile has been to see me ! Margaret : Cousin Lucile ! Dorothy : Yes ; she stopped over till the 4 o ' clock train, just to see me. But you don ' t know the glorious things she told me. It ' s the dandiest news I have heard since Christmas ! Margaret : Oh, tell me quick ; I am dying to know. Dorothy : Well, she was telling me about Dr. Davis Margaret : Dr. Davis ! Dorothy : Yes, you little goose ; haven ' t you heard about the new Chemistry Professor ? You know Mr. Chlorine is going away, and this grand man is coming to supply his place. Margaret : How simply swell ! What does your cousin say about him ? 69 Dorothy: O, she was just going when she told me. She said, ' I hope you all will like Dr. Davis. ' Of course I was all ears, for I had just heard he was coming, so I pumped her the best I could. I said: ' Is Dr. Davis good looking? ' And she said, ' Oh, simply grand ! Great big brown eyes, and the most attractive ways ! I am dead in love with the little doctor myself, ' she said. But she is not, for she ' s dead gone on Fred. Lawson — they ' re engaged. Margaret (rushing over to hug Dorothy) : I never was so tickled in my lifel Did your Cousin Lucile say anything more about him ? Dorothy : Well, the carriage came for her just then, but as she went down the steps she called back, ' I have a picture of Dr. Davis I ' 11 send you as soon as I get home. ' Margaret : Good for you, old girl ! Here ' s to the health of Miss Lucile Carlyle! Dorothy (anxiously) : Oh, put down that cough syrup, you little It! Margaret (scornfully): Cough syrup! Cough syrup! (Exit.) Scene II. (The back parlor. Girls grouped about waiting for the mail. Margaret and Dorothy sit arm in arm on the sofa.) Dorothy : Oh, just think, Margaret — this time to-morrow that dear, fasci- nating creature will be here ! Margaret : As if I hadn ' t been thinking about that very thing. Girls (ad- dressing a crowd at a game of pit), have you heard the teachers mention HIM? Estelle Moore : Not I ; except Dr. Thomas. When I went to tell him I wanted to take chemistry and drop civil government, he said, ' I am sure you will like chemistry. Dr. Davis, though only twenty-four years old, is a fine teacher, possessing a charming personality, and is an original and entertaining conver- sationalist. ' All: How grand! Margaret : Oh, there is Miss Sanderford with the mail ! Dorothy, don ' t you guess you will get that picture to-night ? Dorothy : That ' s so ; I will go and see. Estelle : No use. Allida will bring our mail. Eloise Sumner: I heard Miss Sanderford call your name, Dorothy. (Allida enters with a handful of letters, which she distributes, and last of all hands Dorothy a package marked Photograph. ) Dorothy: Girls, I am so excited I can hardly open it ! There! (She holds up the picture, and all the girls crowd around to see it.) 70 Dorothy : Oh, he ' s in his cap and gown. I believe I did hear that he was Ph. D. of Cornell University. Margaret: Hasn ' t he lovely curly hair? Estelle : Yes, sort o ' like a girl ' s— but I like it ! Eloise : And his eyes ! Aren ' t they cute and jolly looking? Oh, girls, Miss Sanderford passed the door just then. Margaret : He has a sweet mouth. My ! he ' s good looking ! His necktie looks dandy ! I bet some girl gave him that pin ! Dorothy : Don ' t dare speak of another girl. Oh, there ' s the study-bell — come on girls. Eloise, lend me your German sentences, my dear. (Exit all.) Scene III. (Margaret and Dorothy, in their room. Margaret writing.) Dorothy : Do you know, Maggie, I am getting perfectly foolish over Eloise Sumner. I always vowed I would never have a ' crush, ' but my dear Eloise has such lovely brown eyes ! Margaret (dreamily looking up from her writing) : Yes, dear. Speaking of eyes, I th ink Dr. Davis ' are simply glorious! Oh, Dot, they are so big and deep looking ! Dorothy : Maggie, I believe you are daffy over that creature already, and you have never even seen him ! Margaret (blushing) : Well, dear — Oh, don ' t tell anybody, but I . . . believe I am ! Dorothy: Then why on earth are you writing to Jack Temple? Margaret: Oh, I — ah — well, I ' 11 read you the letter. (Reads aloud.) ' Dear Mr. Temple: ( Won ' t he be surprised? He is usually ' My darling Jack! ' ) ' I meant to write to you before, but you see I forgot all about it. Oh, the grandest new Professor is coming here to-morrow. We girls are dead in love with him already. You may imagine how excited we are ! ' Oh, Mr. Temple, I wish you would send back my picture ! Mamma wants it. (Hoping to be forgiven, Dot, for that fib!) ' I hear the bell (another fib, Dot) and I must stop. Good-bye. ' Sincerely. ' Margaret J. VanBuren 7i How ' s that, Dot? Dorothy : I wouldn ' t send that if I were you, Margie ; it ' 11 make him per- fectly furious ! Margaret: Do I care? (Seals and stamps letter.) Come on, Dot; let ' s work Math. Dorothy : My dear, I would be charmed ; but you see I have an engagement to help Eloise dress to go down town. Margaret: Oh, please ask her to put this in the postoffice. (Hands her the letter. Exit Dorothy.) I wonder where Dorothy put that picture of — Dr. Davis. Scene IV. ( Margaret arranging her hair before the dresser ; Dorothy reading Civil Government aloud.) Dorothy (reading) : ' The most significant prohibitions placed by the Con- stitution on the National Government — ' Margaret : O, my dear, does my hair look all right ? Are my plaid bows too big? Dorothy : No ; but let me finish this. ' The most significant prohibitions — ' Margaret : Oh, I can ' t listen ! To think of seeing Professor Davis in the next hour! Does my collar look all right? I wish my black ribbon was better looking. Dorothy : How do you expect me to read this ' Civil Government ? ' Yes, your collar looks stunning, fascinating, charming — (A knock at the door, and a tall, fine-looking woman, with a masculine air, walks in.) I beg your pardon. Will one of you kindly show me to the Lady Principal ' s room? I am Doctor Davis, the new chemistry professor — Dorothy : Doctor Davis ! Margaret : Why, we thought Doctor Davis was a — Doctor Davis : Yes, I heard down town that you were expecting a young man. I am very sorry indeed to disappoint you — Margaret : O, sir — I mean, ma ' am — that is perfectly all right. You see, we saw your picture in a cap and gown, and — Doctor Davis : Why, I understand how you could have made the mistake ! I had just had my hair cut after a spell of fever — the picture has often been taken for a boy ' s ! Margaret: Yes, I see. (Aside to Dorothy.) My dear, won ' t you show her 72 out of this room this minute? I never want to see her again. (Exit Dorothy and Doctor Davis.) And after I had written Jack that horrid letter, too! Edith Taylor. 73 Giay Highland Glan. FAVORITE POET. Scott. colors : MOTTO : Red, black, yellow, And we ' re a ' gaun east and west, white and green. we ' re a ' gaun agee. Highlanders, highlanders, night and day ! They say we are foolish, giddy and gay, But who cares for talk ? We are loyal and true. Three cheers for the bandits and B. F. U. King of Bandits Ora Flack Queen of Bandits Heslope Purefoy Robber of Gold (en hair) Mamie Wright Bearer of the Thistle Eula Wright Winner of Admiration Essie Morgan Winner of Friends Ettie Aydlett Mistress of Cuteness Evelyn Aydlett Swiper of Adam ' s Wife Eva Smith Picture Thief Grace Galloway Robber of Hearts Eleanor Wallace Candy Robber Mamib Stillwell I ' 11 sell my rock, I ' 11 sell my reed, My rippling kame and spinning-wheel, To buy mysel ' a tartar plaid, A braid sword, durk and white cockade. 74 Our Interesting rolKer. The 3ai d Fiddlers. Colors: Tan and Sky Blue. Motto: Little! But O, My! Rah! Rah! Ree! Rah! Rah! Ree! Sand Fiddlers, Sand Fiddlers, Sand Fiddlers, We! Members. Ima Allen Nina Brown Alice Aycock Mary Sawyer Beulah Raper Eloise Dough Ettie Aydlett Evelyn Aydlett Catherine Austin Victoria Martin Hennie Ragsdale Eleanor Wallace . •. ' •••.•.;■: V. - :. .it:v: :-.:.-. 76 Ode to Alma Mater. We salute thee, Alma Mater, we salute thee with a song. At thy feet our loyal hearts their tribute lay; We had waited for thy coming, in the darkness waited long, Ere the morning star proclaimed thy natal day. Thou hast come through tribulation and thy robe is clean and white ; Thou art fairer than the Summer in its bloom; Thou art born unto a kingdom and thy crown is all of light; Thou shalt smile away the shadow and the gloom. In thy path the fields shall blossom and the desert shall rejoice; In the wilderness a living fountain spring. For the blind shall see thy beauty and the deaf shall hear thy voice, And the silent tongues their high hosannas sing. Where the rhododendron blushes on the burly mountain ' s breast- In the midland where the honeysuckles bloom; Where the water-lily slumbers, while the cypress guards its rest, Lo, thy sunny land of promise and thy home. Where the sons of Carolina taught a nation to be free, And her daughters taught their brothers to be brave; O ' er a land of peaceful plenty from the highlands to the sea, May thy banner, Alma Mater, ever wave. R. T. V. 77 Long Bones Glub. COLOR: MOTTO: Sky Blue She was of stature tall; I hate a dumpy woman. Members. Belle Tynbr Fashioned after a giraffe Agnes Taylor Long shanks Isa belle Gulley Tower of Babel Annib Hamrick Cloud chaser Victoria Pickler Giantess Sara Gardner Spring sapling Lizzie Dixon Moon fixer Eva Smith Divinely tall, but — Helen McLendon A towering pine Helen Graves Sky scraper Mascot. Mamie Stillwell Honorary Members. Miss S. E. Young Dr. Dixon Carroll ,JL fa -—. 78 Go-Gart Club. Officers. Chief Squaller Victoria Martin Biggest Scratcher Ima Allen Chief Kicker Eleanor Wallace Hair Puller Vivian Wysong COLORS : Blue and white checked gingham. MOTTO: P ' ease go ' way an ' let me s ' eep. YELL: B oo-hoo-hoo — Wants my Mamma, ' Deed I do, Don ' t like B. F. U. Members. Vivian Wysong Ethel Moore Victoria Martin Etta Jordan Frances Covington Ima Allen Eleanor Wallacb Nbllie Baker 79 The Light of School -Days. Oft in the stilly night Ere slumber ' s chain has bound me, Treacherous memory brings to light The lessons which confound me: The Latin, the Greek, Of Chemistry don ' t speak. Silence must not be broken; The sun that shone Is now dimmed and gone, Of watchful eyes not a token! So in the stilly night Ere slumber ' s chain has bound me. I creep and strike a light Ere the teachers have found me. When I remember the crack The light above disclosing, I ' ve half a mind to crawl back To get a spell of dozing, But study spurs me on; I crouch like one Who studies alone In the midnight hour declining. Thus in the stilly night Ere slumber ' s chain has b ound me, I study with my might While teachers sleep around me! M. 80 THE T TXAKKSGlVlXG. 1:30- ?. NPW For Thanksgiving Game. Our girls are at the basket posts They ' ve gathered for the fray, The college yell is in the air We ' re going to win the day. We ' ll teach the game of basketball To our friends across the way; While we are shouting for Varsity. Refrain. Then toss, O toss, we ' ll toss the ball along, A toss, a throw, will send it through the throng, There ' s nothing that can stop us in our game so quick and strong, While we are shouting for Varsity. Our players every one are made Of mind and muscle tough, The combination always works For they are up to snuff, They ' ll show the stranger girls who come They ' re diamonds in the rough. While we are shouting for Varsity. Just watch our ' Lizabeth take the ball The time will not be lost The other team is rattled And she ' ll score another toss, And down into the basket, the ball, O, see, it goes, And the victory is won, While we are shouting for Varsity. The Farce: The Two sTacks. The wonted gravity of these halls was changed to hilarity on the evening of Thanks- giving Day. The gay poster, with its attractive Jacks, had extended the invitation to a frolic in the chapel. Some one had suggested that the girls come in character, and come they did. The Old-fashioned Girl, Pocahontas, Mrs. Wiggs and Lovey Mary, Japanese Maids and dusky Africans, all hobnobbed together, while the Little Minister stalked solemnly and impressively about. Suddenly the peaceful assembly was disturbed by an irruption of Indian Braves, in war paint and feathers. The shrieking that followed would have scandalized the Pilgrim Fathers, but not so with their more gleeful successors. Finally, the crowd quieted down, and the first scene of the farce was announced. This farce was thoroughly true to schoolgirl life, and the clever conception of the plot, as well as the bright execution, added more laurels to Miss Jones ' fame! Ruth has just returned to school, raving over the dearest boy in the world, her cousin Jack. His pet dog, too, was perfectly lovely, and even one look into Doggie Jack ' s brown eyes now would be happiness, indeed. Next day her aunt, passing through the city, stops by to pay Ruth a visit. Soon the girls are shocked by the news that the aunt has actually smuggled Cousin Jack up to Ruth ' s study, wh ere she has left him for Ruth to entertain at an impromptu tea. The authorities soon hear of the fact, and a meeting of the executive committee takes place. The stately Lady Principal, and the other dignified members of the committee look the incarnation of the proprieties, and words are inadequate to express their horror of Miss Ruth ' s conduct. After great deliberation they call in the offender and proceed to lay before her the enormity of her offense, that of breaking the rules by seeing a visitor without permission, and, crowning all, secretly entertaining a man in her study. The pretty culprit, recovering from her fright, at the mention of the Your Cousin Jack, breaks into a laugh and cries, It ' s not Cousin Jack at all. It ' s only that Aunt Sue came up to my room and brought Doggie Jack with her. 83 R. H. B. iSong. (To the Tune of Nancy Brown.) Oh, we ' re the most distinguished crowd that ever came this way, All eyes are turned on us where ' er we go, United by a common bond we formed a club one day And by the other girls were envied so. You see the club is quite select, and only those may join Who ' re blessed with hair of red like you and I ; To those who sneer and scorn us just because they can ' t belong We would simply make them this reply — Chorus. R. H. B. — No other school has such a swell select club as this in all the land, No other club has such world-wide rep. as we. So we ' re here, you see; You couldn ' t find if you should search a whole eternity A single club which would at all compare with R. H. B. All other clubs select a pin, but we have higher aims, And wear a crown of crimson hair instead. We wear this badge upon our heads and never take it off, For R. H. B. forbids us to, ' tis said. We ' ve college spirit in our club, oh, this is quickly seen, I ' m sure that you could see it very soon, For some of us upon our heads do college colors wear As tribute to our darling old Maroon — Chorus With colors flying, flags afloat, and by our captain led, We make a most invincible brigade; When danger of demerits hangs above our very heads, We forward march and never are afraid. When students all and Faculty shall loudly sing our praise And look on us with wonder day by day, We ' ll turn aside from every care, with merry hearts and glad, And then we all with one accord will say — Chorus. 84 At B. F. U. The most popular Girl. The Cutest Girl. The most Studious Girl. mi tJP 85 The Prettiest Girl. The most Talkative Girl. The most Coquettish Girl. The Biggest Baby. The most Intellectual Girl. The most Demure Girl. p Why does Miss Ferguson never cut lab? When does Mary Allen study? Why do all the Oak Leaves ' editors look so weary? Why are the R. H. B. ' s so patriotic? Why does Miss Ferguson prefer the scientific illustration in Psychology to the musical ones? Why does Irene Haire always wear white on Wednesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays? Why is the Little Green Store on the corner so attractive to the B. F. U. girls? Why will the girls no longer indulge in the pleasure of sliding on the snow? Why don ' t Hennie Ragsdale, Beulah Raper, and Eloise Dough arrange a talking tournament ? Why do the girls refer to a falsehood as a McKay? How is it that the Scotland Neck potatoes are so much larger than those found in any other part of the State? 88 Soivg of Class of ' 04. (To the Tune of The Old North State. ) M-D-C-C-C-C-I-V! Noted class of aU classes, With her fame and her honor and her beautiful lasses. Tho ' all others may aspire to and attempt to approach us, Yet their efforts are fruitless and result in reproaches. Chorus. Varsity, Varsity, hail to dear old Varsity. Full of glee, such are we, noble Class of Naughty-Four. Aspirations noble had we from the day of registration, There ' s no doubt but that we ' ll be numbered the greatest in the nation. When we hold these seats of honor and our thoughts backward turning, For our fond old Alma Mater we will ever be yearning. 89 Ambitioivs. To see the Annual go to press The Editors To get name in print Carrie Booker To be a poet Sue Watkins To get their pictures in the Annual Whole Fourth Floor To talk to A. M. Cadets Irene Haire To take music from Miss Decker everlastingly Nettie Rodwell To recite like Miss Bowman Mollye Walters To attend Junior Reception . Whole Student Body, with Miss Jones as Chaperone To be with Minerva Tennin Lena Markham To have Fraternity pins Grace Galloway To take Miss Lord to Giersch ' s Victoria Martin To go to A. M. dress parade Isa Parker To be pet of Senior Class Kate Beaman To be loved by a good man Eloise Dough To be like the Seniors Freshman Class To study physics forever Cora Ervin 91 HOBBIES. +5 (VjlawV Ut. v HOBBIES. y)v . foZaAMs . tf Cr CcftUTlU - J A (jame of Ghance. w ELL, he ' s gone, and I ' 11 never see him again, that is one thing certain, and I don ' t care if I don ' t, were the words half uttered by Edith as the last sounds of Guy Meredith ' s hurrying footsteps died out. He wants me to do too much like he says, anyhow, and he had just as well know now that I won ' t, and never will. She lay very still in the hammock for a half hour or more, but, finally, hearing the clock strike eleven, she gathered up her skirts and went to her room. There the light was burning until a late hour while she gathered together all of Guy ' s letters, little presents, and pictures, and directed them to him — and made a resolve that she was going to have a good time and show him that she didn ' t care. She was to leave for Vassar the next day and the family was going to Europe, where she would join them in the summer ; so she certainly would not be bothered with him for two years at least. The truth of the matter was that they had had a fuss — a commonplace quarrel — and about nothing. Edith was just as attractive as the bright, pretty American girl of seventeen generally is ; had lots of friends, and in general had a rushing good time. During her first and second years at Vassar she won the heart of all — teachers and girls — and there was really not a girl in college more popular than she. She was ambitious, so studied hard and carried off the honors with ease. Half the girls ' brothers and doubtful cousins were head over heels in love with her, so on the whole it was not often that the shadowy remembrance of the manly face and handsome eyes of Guy Meredith crossed her mind. It was her Junior year. All the girls were in a flutter, for Cornell was to play the University of Georgia, and they were to go. Nothing else was talked of and Edith was invited by not a few as she was surrounded by heaps of Cornell carnelian and white, out of which she was aptly fashioning a pennant for her most favored swain, Russell Temple, the captain of the Cornell team. He had wanted it to fly over their benches while at the game, and he was going to send her his colors. Suddenly the door burst open and in rushed Grace Dexter, breathlessly, and with an open letter in her hand — Oh, oh, Edith, do listen, you dearest darling, you ! Guy Guy? Guy who? Oh, Guy, my brother, you know, is on the Georgia team and will be here 94 to-morrow ; and oh ! I ' ve written him about you and that he must meet you, and listen, here ' s what he says : ' Grace, Frank Gage — ' no, that ' s not the place ; but Edith, he says Frank is coming, too. Now, I positively forbid you even so much as looking at him. This is what he says : ' From your description of your ' dear darling of a friend, ' I am sure she must be divine, and I am glad my little sister has such a friend, but you know such charming girls won ' t like your big brother ; but I promise you I ' 11 do my best, so persuade your friend to wear our colors, and I ' 11 see that you will not lack for them. But I won ' t be able to see you until the game. By the way, in your ' frenzy ' you didn ' t mention the charming girl ' s name. ' There now, said Grace, that ' s saying a whole lot for Guy. He says girls do not like him, but they do. Lots of the girls at home would be crazy about him, but he doesn ' t seem to care about them. He can be just a darling, but for three or four years — ever since he broke up with some girl when living away from home — he hasn ' t cared a bit about girls. Oh! and he wants to know if he can take you to the reception that night. Frank ' s going to take . . . but I know you have promised to go with Russell. He ' s nice, but Guy ' s lots nicer. I wish Russell would get hurt. Oh, no I don ' t ; I ' 11 take that back. Now don ' t look at me that way, Edith, you old dear. I ' m so happy ! At that minute one of the girls called Grace, and she went dancing out of the room, not yet having given Edith time to get in a word edgewise. So much for a sister ' s love, thought she. ' T was nice of her, and of him, to ask me, and I know I ' 11 like him. I don ' t believe I ever met a Guy since . . . Of course I can ' t wear Georgia colors, and perhaps won ' t see him until the reception. The next day at the game Edith and Grace were separated in the crowd, being two or three benches apart, and, in spite of the vigorous attempts of Grace to point out her brother, Edith never did succeed in knowing which one she meant. The game was very exciting, the score being even until the last inning, when Georgia was at the bat. Would they make a run ? The grand-stand and bleachers were wild — just a seething mass of University men waving banners and pennants and screaming themselves hoarse. The last man is at the bat — Edith catches her breath. How familiar he looks ! No, she thought, he ' s not near so thin ; but how handsome he is ! Hope I ' 11 meet him to-night, for I like him, and how well he plays ! Ball one ! the umpire cries ; ball two ! Once more the ball leaves the pitcher ' s hand — it is hit, and is sent almost out of sight. The fielders go for the ball. The first base is made ; then the second. He leaves the third — will he reach home? The ball comes flying back and is caught, but too late, for the Georgia man has put his foot on the plate, and the visitors have the game. 95 All then was confusion. The hero of the day, hoisted on the shoulders of his men, was carried around, and the crowd was hurrying for the cars. Yet Edith had not met Grace ' s brother; she hadn ' t seen Grace anywhere, for Russell was there and she was consoling him. It was late, and they had to hurry. That night, while dressing for the reception, a box came for her, and on opening it she found it to be an immense bunch of white rosebuds, her favorite flower, and tucked among them was a card with the words : Grace ' s Brother. How nice of him, thought Edith. When did I ever get white rosebuds just like these before ! He used to send them. Oh, I ' 11 get Mr. Dexter to introduce me to that man who made that run. Russell had sent American Beauties, so she couldn ' t wear the rosebuds too, but, wishing to wear them, she made a garland and put it on the side of her soft brown hair. The reception was glorious. Edith was brilliant and was the acknowledged belle. But where, she thought, is Grace and her brother, and the hero of the ball game ? Where can they be ? Finally she promised to promenade on the veranda with Russell, and when he came for her a half hour sooner, she was nothing averse, for she felt tired and wished to get out of the rush. After strolling up and down for a while, she was sitting back in a sheltered nook in a large chair while Russell had gone for some refreshments. While sitting there she was unusually thoughtful. The resemblance of the ball player to Guy Meredith had turned her mind to thoughts of days gone by and she wondered where Guy was that night. Oh, here she is ; come Frank, you and Guy! and with that Grace rushed up. Where have you been, Edith; we have been hunting everywhere for you? Brother wouldn ' t meet a single girl until he had met you. so you can imagine how I have felt lugging around the hero of the day. Introductions were given and they chatted for quite a while, the conversation being chiefly between Edith, Grace, and Frank. So Edith thought Mr. Dexter must be unusually silent. In a few minutes, however, Grace thought of some engagement, so telling Edith of it, she left Guy in her charge and went gaily off. For once in her life Edith hardly knew how to begin the conversation. He seemed so unresponsive ; but just as she began to make some trivial remark, he drew a chair up to her side and said in a low tone : Edith, I see you have worn my rosebuds in the old way. Can it be that it means anything for me ? At the sound of the well-known voice, Edith raised her eye eagerly. Guy, is it you ? But how can it be ? Are you not Grace Dexter ' s brother ? Yes, but half-brother ; I ' m not Guy Dexter. Didn ' t you know ? 96 No ; Grace never told me. She simply spoke of you as Guy or her brother. She played me the same trick. I never knew until this afternoon as I stepped to the bat that you were on the field. Happening to glance at Grace I saw you. I determined to win that game, and the thoughts of you watching me spurred me on. It is you, Edith, who, though you wore Cornell colors, have won the game for Georgia. But did you know I was Grace ' s friend ? No ; not until after the game, when she told me your name. Imagine, Edith, my surprise that the girl of whom Grace had been writing so much, whom she was so anxious for me to meet, and whom she knew I would love at first sight, should prove to be the girl I had loved for years — that I have tried to forget and couldn ' t. With me ' absence has only made the heart grow fonder and though I had de- cided to try to like Grace ' s friend, I knew the minute I saw you that ' t was useless ; and now you are the girl. So, Edith, I sent you the roses that I used to send. Dearest, can I hope that your wearing them means anything for me? Can ' t you forget what has passed? Have you forgotten all and given your heart to another? But perhaps I have no right to speak thus. I fear it is dangerous game — far more so than the one this afternoon. Wait, Guy, Edith said ; I had thought I had forgotten ; I see now that I haven ' t forgotten. You say, Guy, that I won the game of ball this afternoon, and you, Guy, have won to-night in the game of hearts. V. A. E. 97 Table Etiquette of a School Qirl i. No girl shall change the arrangement of hair without comment from each girl at the table. 2. Every girl wearing a new dress, shirt-waist or ribbon shall be compli- mented by her co-eaters. 3. Every waiter shall be called on not less than eight times, and not more than twenty-five, at each meal by every girl at the table. 4. At least one girl a day should up-set a glass of water on the table cloth. 5. Only the girls who are constitutionally disinclined toward coffee shall have cocoa. Positively no others ! !!!!!!! 6. No conservatism allowed. Every girl shall express her opinion of each member of the faculty at each meal. 7. Reclining on the table reserves energy for your digestion. 8. Never ask another to help herself before you are helped; help yourself and pass it on to others. 9. Every girl shall ask for each dish a half dozen times before being heeded. 98 io. Never come to table when you are not so inclined; one cut will make no difference at all. ii. Always be late; only the newish are on time, besides it isn ' t stylish. 12. Be sure you blow your own horn at table; it is an excellent opportunity for you cannot fail to be heard. 13. Never use your own napkin, if a fresh one is to be found near you. 14. Make as much noise as possible in pushing your chairs back as a signal that the meal is over. 15. Be sure your shirt-waist is sufficiently bloused in order to accomodate cribbed biscuits, apples and cake. 99 Sorvg of the Glass of ' 0j3. (To Tune of In the Good Old Summer Time. ) To the best class at all Your attention we call, Tis the Class of Naughty- Five; Any school in the land Has nothing so grand As the Class of Naughty-Five. Oh, our dignified air Makes the Freshman to stare, To conceal their amazement they strive; Then soon with elation We ' ll win reputation As haughty Naughty- Five. Chorus We ' re the Class of Naughty-Five, We ' re the Class of Naughty-Five, We ' re going to win us name and fame as sure as we ' re alive. The things we ' ve planned Are all so grand For which we ' re going to strive That soon the world will bow down to The Class of Naughty-Five. Oh, the plans we ha ve made Throw all else in the shade By the Class of Naughty-Five. We intend very soon To visit the moon, Oh, the dauntless Naughty-Five. Our inventions will make Old Marconi to quake, We fear he can hardly survive; We ' ll cause a commotion From ocean to ocean This Class of Naughty-Five. — Chorus. When our school days at last Are a thing of the past, Then as girls of Naughty- Five, We will each win a name In the Temple of Fame, Oh, the Class of Naughty-Five! Then, perhaps, our fate We ' ll be calmly to wait Till leap year again shall arrive Then we ' ll each of us marry Some Tom, Dick, or Harry, Then farewell Naughty- Five! — Chorus. , DONIS ERNEST 3ong of the Glass of ' 07. (To the tune of Mr. Dooley. ) We ' re gathered from the city, the country, and the town, And with our skill and learning we ' ll make this place renowned. We ' ll learn our German, Greek, and French, yes master every crook, And maybe in our Senior year we ' ll write a Latin book. Chorus. Oh, Naughty-Seven, Oh, Naughty-Seven, We are the greatest class you ever knew, Oh, Naughty-Seven, oh, Naughty-Seven, The greatest class in B. F. U. And when our toil is over, and we bid these halls adieu, We ' ll step into our little bark and paddle our own canoe. And ere we ' ve reached our zenith, or have counted half our days, We ' ll make the land and sea and sky resound with our own praise And when we ' ve conned the things of earth, we ' ll wend our ways to Mars, And search out all the treasures there, and all the stars. But then before we quit our work or end our happy life, We each will settle in a home and be a little wife. IOI fcFokes. (Girls on tennis court engaging in a most enthusiastic game, accompanied by loud triumphant shouts. Mrs. Anderson approaching.) Girls, do put something on your heads, and let ' s not have this racket out here! Girls (innocently) : But, Mrs. Anderson, how are we to play tennis with- out a racket ? One night, some time after light bell, a whole alcove was aroused by some one coughing. Such a dreadful, croupy cough! At last a gentle knock was heard on the door of the room from which the sound of coughing came, and Mrs. Anderson ' s voice was heard to inquire, Who is it coughing in here ? Vivian, came in muffled tones from within. And why didn ' t some of you go for Mrs. Norwood ? she asked. I will go for her myself. When Mrs Anderson ' s back was fairly turned, roars of hilarious laughter were mingled with the coughing. In due time Mrs. Norwood arrived. In one hand she carried a bottle of sweet oil, and in the other a bottle of castor oil. With the first she thoroughly rubbed the poor sufferer, and then proceeded to give her a huge dose of the latter. Here, daughter, take this, like a smart child, she said, as she poured the awful dose. At this the other girls in the room hid their heads under the bedclothes, con- vulsed with laughter. Never mind ; you may be sick yourself before long, and then you will not laugh, said Mrs. Norwood, shaking her fist at them. And why did they laugh? Ah! That was explained next morning, when Vivian, a sadder but wiser girl after her experience, confessed, when the girls made anxious inquiries about her cough, That she had just been putting on. A B. F. U. girl was spending the Christmas holidays at Kinston. One morn- ing, while reading the paper, she suddenly exclaimed : Why, Mr. Blank is dead, and they are going to have a pirate funeral ! A few moments later she timidly 102 asked, Do you know what a pirate funeral is ? I did know, but I have forgotten. Why, yes, replied her friend. A pirate funeral is . You know, it is just . Don ' t you know? It is er — er — er . Well, a pirate funeral, she at last exclaimed triumphantly, determined not to show her ignorance before her guest, instead of burying the person in the ground, they throw him into the sea, as they used to do pirates. Why, of course ; how stupid of me not to remember ; I ought to have known, said the other. Later, some one who had overheard the conversation, picked up the paper and found the word was not pirate at all, but private. One Saturday night one of the girls from the Main Building went over to the East Building to hear Mr. Pullen ' s graphophone. She was on the other side of the room, when Mr. Pullen called her. Miss he said, this piece is for your special benefit. I want you to hear it. (And this is what she heard.) Good-night, Charlie ; I Ve had a lovely time. Good-night, darling ; I ' m so glad you have. One sweet kiss before I go. (A sound of kissing is heard.) Shortly after, on taking her leave, she was heard to remark: Good-night, Mr. Pullen (with a most charming smile) ; I ' ve had a lovely time. Good-night, Miss , he replied ; I will see you later. At that the room broke into an uproar of laughter, and the innocent maiden indignantly demanded why they were laughing. Dr. Vann, returning from prayer-meeting about 9 o ' clock, sees two young men standing on a corner near one of the school buildings. Dr. Vann (suspiciously) — Boys, you ' d better move on. Imagine his consternation when the men revealed themselves as His Excel- lency Gov. C. B. Aycock and Hon. J. Y. Joyner. One of our Freshmen, before entrance examination, was wonderfully con- cerned that she did not know which Cicero liked better, tennis or ping-pong. Her Ideas of Architecture. Miss B. (after strolling up and down the hall) : I ' ve been building castles in the air ! Miss G. : Your corner-stone ? Miss B. : A solitaire. 103 Miss Booker (enthusiastically, on the day before Thanksgiving) : Oh, Mr. Johnson, is the Faculty going to let us go to Richmond on Thanksgiving to the debate? Mr. Johnson (gravely) : I don ' t know, Miss Booker, about the advisa- bility of letting a crowd of B. F. U. girls go over to Richmond with the W. F. C. boys ; you might not be back at your studies Friday. Miss Booker (defiantly): Well, Mr. Johnson, if we stay here we ' ll eat so much Thanksgiving dinner that indigestion will prevent our being in class. Mr. Johnson : I know ; but that is of one day ' s duration, while the other might be a life work. Miss Booker (explaining a problem in Trig.) : Well, well, well, well Prof. Watson : Where is your bucket ? Miss King (in laboratory) : Prof. Sackett. I want to ask you. Prof. Sackett, I want to ask you — ask you — Oh, ask you Prof. Sackett (looking around) : All right, go ahead, it ' s Leap Year. A rather unheard-of and unusual and startling piece of information was given us the other day when one of our most learned Seniors informed one of our most learned professors that it was always best to save the end for the last. In our re- flections we have wondered if the end ever comes first. Another Senior inquires if dreams are healthy, while still another wishes to know why the course of true love never runs smooth. With what weighty ques- tions they are troubled ! Two young ladies were looking over some musty old books on the top shelf in the college library. A volume of Faust, arranged by Taylor, was among them. Oh, cried Miss , there ' s a book called ' Goethe ' s Faust, ' by a man named Taylor ; wonder if it ' s good ? And then she wondered why the other girl laughed. ! The following was overheard the day before a pupil ' s recital : Miss B. : What ' s to be the programme for to-morrow night ? Miss C. : Oh, nothing much. There is going to be just one quartette, and only four play in that ! 104 A certain English class was told to do some reading from a book by Brander Matthews. One girl took down the reference, and a classmate, looking over her shoulder, saw what she had written : Read Pages 165-170 in Brandy Matthews! 105 Mumps. Her face is in lumps And they say she has the mumps, That means she stays In her room for twenty days, And so, poor thing, she ' s also in the dumps ! 106 Calendar for the Year 1903-1904. September i — Tuesday, Autumn term begins. September 2 — Wednesday, preliminary classification of new students. September 3 — Matriculation and registration of incoming students. September 3 — Faculty reception to new students. September 4 — Lectures and class work begin. September 5 — Y. W. C. A. reception to students. September 14 — Piano recital, Miss Lilliore C. Decker. September 15 — Meeting of candidates for degrees at Commencement of 1904. September 19 — Philoretian Literary Society reception to new students. September 26 — Astrotekton Literary Society reception to new students. October 6 — Examinations in elementary branches for entrance to Junior Class. October 20 — Faculty reception to students and friends. November Lecture: Shakespeare As a Man, Dr. Thos. H. Hume. November 18 — Schubert ' s Quartette Concert. November 26 — Thanksgiving Day holiday. December 17-22 — Term examinations. December 19 — Pupils ' recital. December 22 — Autumn term ends. December 23-29 — Christmas recess. January 5 — Spring term begins. January 7 — Lecture and class work begins. January 11 — Organ recital, Prof. Wade R. Brown. February Lecture: A Trip to Palestine, Rev. Dr. Merrill. February 11 — Organ recital, Clarence Eddy. February 22 — Junior reception to Seniors. February 29 — Faculty concert. March 18 — Ithaca Conservatory Concert Company. April 1— The Club. April 18 — Organ recital, Prof. Wade R. Brown. April 19 — Katherine Ridgeway Concert Company. May 2 — Pupil ' s recital, Prof. Wade R. Brown. May 3 — Class day exercises. May 7-12 — Term examinations. May 9 — Pupil ' s recital, Miss Lilliore C. Decker. May 15-17 — Commencement. 107 Oak Leaver. -JJTHE need of a College Annual has been felt in our school for the past four l|L years, but no one had sufficient courage to undertake the task of preparing one until the Class of ' 04 resolved to publish one as a monument to their love for their Alma Mater. We have endeavored in this modest little volume of Oak Leaves to give an insight into the life at B. F. U., and to recall happy memories of the year 1903- 1904. We shall refrain from boring our subscribers with the usual apologies. We have done what we could. We extend our thanks to all who have contributed, both in the line of litera- ture and art, and to those who have so kindly aided in the preparation of the material for publication. The Editors. 109 Airf £be R aptst f emale U niversity A HIGH GRADE COLLEGE FOR WOMEN OFFICERS AND TEACHERS SIX MEN AND NINETEEN WOMEN IPLOMAS given in the Arts, Science, and Philosophy; in Music, Art and Expression e. School of the Bible under graduate of Newton Theological Seminary C Thorough Business Course «L Exceptional advantages in Music C Excellent equipment for teaching Science C Club system adopted by two-fifths of the boarding pupils, at a saving of 50.00 per session C Students cared for by lady principal, lady physician, matron, and nurse €L Another dormitory in course of erection to accommodate 96 girls «L Board, Literary tuition, heat, light, baths (hot or cold), fees for physician, nurse and library, 167.50 per session — in clubs, 40.00 to 50.00 less R. T. VANN, President, Raleigh, North Carolina akr 3 rxxttft 0U?g Instruction is given in the following Schools, each of which is distinct from the others: I. Latin Language and Literature . . . Prof. J. B. Carlyle; G. W. Paschal, Associate II. Greek Language and Literature . . . Prof. W. B. Royall ; G. W. Paschal, Associate III. English Language and Literature Prof. B. F. Sledd IV. Modern Languages Prof . J. H. Gorrell V. Pure Mathematics Prof. L. R. Mills and Prof. J. F. Lanneau VI. Physics Prof. J. L. Lake VII. Applied Mathematics Prof. J. F. Lanneau VlH.Chetnistry Prof. C E. Brewer IX. Biology Prof. W. L. Poteat X. Moral Philosophy Prof. C E. Taylor XI. Political Science Prof. E. W. Sikes XII. Law Prof. N. Y. Gulley; Prof. S. F. Mordecai, Associate XIII. Bible Prof. W. R. Cullom XIV. Pedagogy Prof. Darius Eatman XV Medicine [ Dr - F - K - COOKE av. Meatcine 1 Dr. W. S. Rankin Several Courses, each of which embraces Required and Elective Studies, are open to candidates for the degrees of Master of Arts, Bachelor of Arts and Bachelor of Science. The degree of Bachelor of Laws is conferred on Students who grad- uate in Schools XI and XII. 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