Montreat Anderson College - Agape / Sundial Yearbook (Montreat, NC)

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THE SUN DIAL IT IS SPRING What do they tell us, the birds and the flowers, The wee tiny insects we see? What are they saying ' , the trees and the brooklet, The ant and the small busy bee? They are bringing- a message, listen and hear it! You cannot .help hearing it ring, O ' er mountain and valley, o ' er brook and o ' er meadow. They say, It is spring. It is spring. The brooklet has melted and now it is running A race to the deep blue sea. The birdies are singing their love songs together, A wedding- soon there will be. The flowers are blossoming, grasses are growing, Soft winds sweep over the earth ; Wee tiny bird calls, trickling - of water falls, Fill all the heart with mirth. Why did we say that the world is so radiant, Why is all happy and bright? Why does the heart sing one clear merry melody, From dawn till the falling of night? For the very same reason the flowers are blooming, And the birds are beginning to sing. Can you guess it ? I knew it. You couldn ' t have missed it. Because it is spring! It la spring ! E. H. Miss Croaheron: May, what quotation from Shakespeare do you like best? Mae Walker: The one that appeals to me most is, ' Hark ! I hear the footing of a man. ' H EG EM AN WALKER Key City Real Estate Dealers CITY PROPERTY, FARMS, TIMBER AND MINERAL LANDS DINWIDDIE ' S DRUG STORE DRUGS-SODA-CIGARS TOILET ARTICLES PHONE 26 Agency— Huylers, Nunnally ' s Candies On the Highway BLACK MOUNTAIN, N. C. tZa — gjj nc — m Tm -»na aE nn tni iu TO — un — m nn — ac — nji » i — ■— ■■■ ■■■ ■- nr m m nri i t Office in Tyson Building BLACK MOUNTAIN, N. C. W. T. WRIGHT, JR STAPLE AND FANCY GROCERIES GENERAL MERCHANDISE BLACK MOUNTAIN, N. C. MEASE CAFE FOR GOOD EATS AND SERVICE — Where you meet your friends — BLACK MOUNTAIN, N. C. THE SERVICE GROCERY QUALITY AND SERVICE O BLACK MOUNTAIN, N. C. „

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10 THE SUN DIAL CLASS WILL We, the wise and illustrious members of the class of 1925, in a school known and called Mon- treal Normal School, situated in the County of Buncombe, in the State of North Carolina, do here- by realize that our beloved school life is soon to come to an end and, not wishing to have our property and chattels disputed over in the future, we do make and cause to be publicly declared, this, our last will and earthly testament, hereby revoking all former wills made at any time by us, as members of the heretofore mentioned class. We, the members of the afore- mentioned class do hereby will and bequeath to the Junior Class our family pew in Chapel, our dignity as Seniors, and all the so- called privileges and liberties which must be concealed about the building as we have never been able to find them. We, the members of the said class, do will and bequeath to the less-learned, though advancing classes, of said school, the excel- lent records of scholarship, pro- vided they use them to the best advantage. To Mr. Woodward, our much loved Supt.. we will and bequeath our sincere love and gratitude, and wish him the greatest suc- cess in putting Montreat Normal School on even a greater stand- ard. To Miss McGirt, our sponsor, we will and bequeath one house, a cat and a man on which she may practice her methods in good housekeeping. To Miss Dickinson, our peda- gogy teacher, we will and be- queath our many thanks for the methods of teaching which she has drilled into our heads, upon condition that she will let us use them in the future years. To Dr. Anderson, our worthy and noble president, we will and bequeath our excessive use of rouge, powder and lipstick, pro- vided he will use them sparing- ly- To the entire faculty we do hereby will and bequeath our deepest appreciation and most tender love for their patience and long suffering in trying to teach us. Furthermore, we, the class of 1925, make the following indi- vidual bequests. These are made in love and affection and after due consideration of the justness and fitness of said bequests. I, Myrtle Foster, do hereby will and bequeath my Senior dignity to Lucile Gladney, hop- ing she wiil find it of great help to her in the coming year. I. Clara Lee Wilson, do here- by will and bequeath to Carolyn McElveen my desire to make A ' s. I, Pauline Whitlow, do hereby will and bequeath my knowledge and ambition to Bernice Calhoun. I, Mary Kimbrell, do hereby will and bequeath to the Junior Class as a whole, my past rec- ords, hoping they will serve as an inspiration to do better work in ih .ir Senior year. I, Vela Smith .do hereby will and bequeath to Mirian Cole my powsr to keep calm and peaceful. In witness whereof, we the members of the afore-said class have subscribed to this, our last will and testament, this the first day of June, in the year of our Lord, one thousand, nine hun- dred and twenty-five. VELA SMITH, MYRTLE FOSTER, MARY KIMBRELL, PAULINE WHITLOW. CLARA LEE WILSON. CAN YOU IMAGINE— Mr. Woodward chewing gum? Alice Frazure with straight hair? Priscilla Kincaid liking snakes ? The faculty being on time for meals ? Ruth Fares not studying? Myrtle not being an old maid ? M. N. S. being a real co-ed school ? Lamar when he isn ' t hungry? Miss McGirt without Dr. Lord? Maria being quiet and digni- fied? Mary Ford in a hurry? Elizabeth Miller choosing an- other color other than green ? Bertha without a bell? Priscilla Hastings sitting still for five minutes? Miss Watkins being a flapper ? Annie Sue with long hair? Elizabeth Worrall not gigg- ling? The Seniors having privileges S Miss Chocheron as tall as Mr. Woodward ? Miss Dickinson: Florence, what in the world are you doing with all those coats on? Florence Miller: I ' m painting my table and the directions say, ' For best results put on three coats. ' DR. A. MATTHEWS Dentist BLACK MOUNTAIN, N. C. THE COMMONWEALTH BANK BLACK MOUNTAIN, N. C. No doubt you need a good many things. Most of us do. But one of the things you need is the friendship of a good strong bank like ours. We are anxious to become your friend. If you are not already a patron, we invite you to become one, assuring you that we stand by our friends. We refer you to any of our customers as to the truthfulness of this. Our record in banking business in this community is an open book and we are justly proud of it. ADRIAN A. HEGEMAN, President THE PRINTERY TRELYON BROWNE, Owner BLACK MOUNTAIN, N. C. Always full of work for people who know and appreciate what is best in the Printing Art MOUNTAIN VIEW REAL ESTATE AND INSURANCE CO. PHONE 64 Black Mountain, N. C.

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12 THE SUN DIAL WHITE-BROWN MOTOR CO. SENG ME A SONG OF THE LINCOLN SOUTHLAND FORDS AND FORDSONS ■ ■ . Far from the scenes of my childhood . p Comes memory ' s love-lit gleam! Land of the sweet-scented wildwood, Of thee, Dixieland, I dream ! . PHONE 46 Sing me a song of the Southland, Where days, like melodies, run! ' Black Mountain, N. C. Just a sweet song of the Southland, Where heaven and earth are one! Springtime — glorious June-time ! Dixieland in June! Shimmering beams of the noon-time, ELECTRIK MAID BAKERY And silvery beams of the moon! Sing me a song of the Southland! BAKE SHOP Where skies are balmy and blue. Just a sweet song of the Southland, Where fondly our dreams come true! Summer with fairylike tresses BREAD AND PASTRIES .Of cotton on lowland and hill, ELECTRICALLY BAKED Droning of bees with caresses For blossoms whose nectar they still! Sing me a song of the Southland, Where balmy the soft breezes blow! Black Mountain, N. C. Just a sweet song of the Southland, Where hearts are unburden ' d of woe! Autumn with gold beams aquiver, And sunbars amid the hush ' d trees! Limpid the leaf-bearing river, Soft kiss ' d by the incensed breeze! JOSEPH KINSEY Sing me a song of the Southland When skies are in abethyst haze, Just a sweet song of the Southland, In October ' s golden dream days! Winter — that ' s the brief season, GROCERIES Rich Autumn is wooing Sweet Spring! That ' s My Business Blushing at Cupid ' s chill treason, She melts the frost-pearls of his ring! Sing me a song of the Southland When autumn-tinted leaves glow, Or a sweet song of the Southland, Black Mountain, N. C. When sprintgime violets blow! Far from the scenes of my childhood, Comes memory ' s love-lit gleam! Land of the sweet-scented wildwood, Of thee, Dixieland, I dream ! Sing me a song of the Southland, Where youth ' s gold warp was run, N. D. WELLS And a sweet song of the Southland — When silvery weft is spun! Registered Optometrist H. C. S. — in Bingham Recall. Black Mountain, N. C.