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

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10 THE SI N DIAL .11 IOR NORMAL CLASS Annie B. Macdonald. . .President Stella Ledford .... I ice-President Kathleen Wallace..........Secretary Myrtice Smith............Treasurer Miss McGirt................Sponsor Dorothy Jean Stephenson Chesley Watkins Mascots Class Colors—While and Gold. Class Flon er—White Carnation. Class Roll Ida Liittrell Mary McCall Elizabeth Worrall Priscilla Kincaid Ruby Carter Rubv McCord Eliza Hills Mary Ella Milner Virginia Castlcman Alice Daniels Ernestine Hollingsworth Ruth Dillingham Ruth Passmore Junior Normal Class SENIOR-JUNIOR BREAKFAST. On the morning of February the fifteenth, the members of the Senior Normal class entertained the Juniors at an informal breakfast. The Juniors with their sponsor came dressed as little girls and were greet- ed by the Seniors and their sponsor dressed as little boys. Of course the small girls and boys at first were somewhat bashful, but after a few moments the ice was broken and each little Senior boy” escorted a little Junior “girl to the Domestic Science room where they found the breakfast table most attractive in its decorations appropriate to the Valentine season. Two small girls from the Fresh- man class, dressed as cupids. served the tempting menu which consisted of the following: Grapefruit Cocktail Ham and Eggs on Toast Sweet Cakes and Honey Coffee During the meal toasts were given by different members of each class and at the close the Seniors rose and sang to their hostesses, the Juniors. While the Seniors were enjoy- ing this delightful occasion with the Jniors they could not help realizing that the good old days’ 'at Montreat Normal were rapidly drawing to a close. NORMAL SENIORS St R PRISED One beautiful day in May, when everyone longed to be out in the sun- shine and enjoy the beauties of awak- ening spring, a class of Normal Sen- iors trudged up to Sylvan Heights. We were going to keep the contract that we had made with Miss Setser to clean her house. At last we were going to raise the money for the royalty on our play! As we went in the door, there stood Miss Setser ami Miss McGirt before a blazing fire. The house looked very clean, and was attractive- ly decorated with pink dogwood. We

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tin: si n dial 9 surely the shock of my life. I was about to let my eyes drift from the ball, when suddenly an ad- vertisement of a newspaper com- manded my attention. “Ruby Grif- fith announces herself candidate for Senator of South Carolina. Her pic- ture also appeared and a small para- graph stating that she could argue beautifully on the rights of women. Yes. yes! that reminds me that Ruby used to expound fluently on that sub- ject the year that I knew her. Before me came a picture of a quiet, serene crowd out on a campus having a sunset prayer meeting. There seemed to be three very distinguished persons in their midst. Just then, one of the girls walked up to a tall man and said. Mr. Woodward, will you please introduce our speakers? Mr. Woodward got up in his usual way and said, “Girls, we are glad to have with us tonight Billy Sunday and his assistant preacher. Ruby Burton, of whom some of you have perhaps heard. She was one of our Seniors in 1926 and one who could always be trusted. We are proud that our school has produced such characters. Ruby's work has been a success, and now she is trying to make a success of her roommate. Jessie Jones, who is with her. Ruby has spent much money in cultivating Jes- sie’s voice, hoping that Jessie, in turn, will be their chief soloist. Thus tin- great work will be aided by Miss Jones.’ These words doumbfounded me so utterly that I lost the picture entirely. Just now I see a real estate agent talking to a buyer as hard as her tongue can rattle. She is not even giving him a chance to get in a word, but is making him thrust his hand toward the dotted line. In a second I see that Kentucky Belle, by her gift of tongue, has made her buyer sign his name and has made a great real estate deal. In contrast to the other scenes. I was a little relieved to glimpse inside of a beautiful church. Harmoniou sounds were peeling forth in sweet ac- cord, and as I observed the pianist I recognized her to be Jessie Johnson. This soft, melancholy dream ended here, as my patient suddenly called me back to realization. Had she known that her nurse was having such a delightful time gazing in fancy upon her old classmates at M. X. S.. I don’t believe she could have been so heartless as to disturb her. The Prophet. SENIOR NORMAL CLASS POEM. '26. Come, join with us ye students dear And let us all rejoice! Proclaim the wonders of this year With strong and hearty voice. No poet nor artist can explain What Montreat means to us: We’ll say to Ik- quite plain with you It really does mean much. We have enjoyed the snow and ice. The hikes, the fun. ami all; And now when it is just so nice We have to leave it all. We’ll hold our Montreat standards high For all that’s pure we’ll stand That others as the years go by Shall clearly see them o'er the land. Our motto says to be—not seem. May we each day take care 1 o make our work a happy stream That flows to harbors fair. For all thats’ right let’s make our aim Rewards of value know And honor each dear treasured name Wherever we may go. Class Hi story As the Class of ’26 draws near to that grand and glorious event of grad- uation. to which we have looked for- ward so wistfully, we glance back over the road which we have traveled, that held for us many trials and troubles: yet, along which we have had many joys and surprises. Indeed, that was an exciting time when we gathered together on Sep- tember the eighth, nineteen hundred and twenty-four, although some were a few days late. And all of these girls! I wondered how many were in my class. Several states were represented. Judith Bowman. Eliza- beth Miller, and Ruth Sikes were from North Carolina: Rubv Burton. Bernice Calhoun. Lillie Mae Gil strap. Lucille Gladney. Ernestine Hollingsworth, Maude Jackson, Jessie Johnson, Minna McCall, Carolyn McEIvccn, Hattie Stuckev and I had made our way from the dcar old Palmetto state. South Caro- lina: Alyce Frazure and Florence Harrison came from Florida, and lone Campbell was the sole repre- sentative of Tennessee. After a few days of classification, enrollment, and the learning of rules, we started out with much zest and ambition. Miss Dickinson thought it strange that we could not distin- guish Education 1 from Education VI. and could not keep our schedule straight. Nevertheless, we were soon on the right road after many dis- couragements. In October, there was added another member to our class. Who could she be other than Marian Cole from Kentucky, and she has been “Kentucky Belle” to us ever since. After Christmas, Hattie Stuckley did not return, but sought to put her recent training into actual practice near her home. In the earls spring, Dan Cupid shot his arrow at our quiet Ruth Sikes. Due to ill health. Jessie Johnson and Maude Jackson had to leave us, and after that, there were only fourteen re- maining. It was not long before some good spirit sent Georgia Rich- ardson and Nettie Taylor to join us. We hail many good times together during the year: receptions, picnics, and parties made us feel glad that we were here. Vacation came and passed too soon, but of course we were glad for Sep- tember to come again, bringing ten of our number back with Ruby and Mary Griffith from South Carolina as new members. We entered this year with more enthusiasm than ever. It was unlike the previous year in that no new members were added and no one had to leave us. How- ever, it has not been less eventful in regard to our good times as we have had many parties, receptions, ami hikes during the year. We will al- ways have fond reminiscences of the Senior-Junior Valentine party, the time when we. as lads, were given the pleasure of showing our love for the fair lasses, the Juniors, and we shall never forget the enjoyable time that we had at the Junior-Senior banquet at Easter time. We have had our troubles and struggles, but at last we have reached our long-desired goal, only to realize it is not the end but a threshold from which we launch out into life with a more determined goal in view, and may we really put into action rathe- than in words, “Esse Quan Videri. Jessie Jones.

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THK SUN DI AI 11 could not understand what we were to clean but nevertheless we asked Miss Setser what we were to do. Just then a yell, “Seniors. Seniors. rang out front a distant room and rushing in we found our beloved Juniors. This explained why the house was so clean, but why was Miss McGirt there? We began to ramble around and in the kitchen we saw lots of cats. This aroused our curiosity, stands even yet. Our sponsors served and we are not sure that she under- versation by her hows” and “whys Jessie Jones interrupted every con- a delightful lunch. During this time many jokes were told about why the Juniors did our work and gave us the money. Greek” McCall said that we were lazy and poor so they took pity on us. We do not know that we arc exactly lazy, but we did appreciate not having to work. From Jessie Jones’ questions we found that the supposed Junior Hiking Club was a cleaning club. Let’s give three cheers for the Junior Normal Class, the best class in school. THE RAINBOW. When earth's trials sore beset us. And the load seems hard to bear. And our friends seem not to love us. And the world seems not to care. And our lives seem O. so useless. And our tasks seem all in vain; We forget the promise glorious Of the rainbow through the rain. Often we arc tired and lonely. And the world seems dark and drear; And we long for one friend only How we wish that He were near. We forget that He has promised. And His promises are true. Through the rainbow He is speaking Now to me and now to you. Let us run our race with patience. Fight the fight that knows no loss; LIvCt us prize the things of pure gold. Let us care not for the dross. Ix t us live our lives of service In a world where need is plain Thinking always of God's promise— In the rainbow through the rain. Elizabeth Hamilton. THANKSGIVING DAY Of all the days during the school year that the Montreat girls look forward to with happy anticipation, it is Thanksgiving Day, when every- body has been hard at school work for two months and they are begin- ning to feel the need of a little diver- sion. Our annual Thanksgiving hol- iday last fall will long Ik remem- bered. After the thanksgiving servi- ces which were held that morning, the big dinner bell rang out its sum- mons for us to gather in the dining room, where we found tables pro- fusely decorated and heavily laden with flowers and food suitable and suggestive for the Thanksgiving sea- son. During the meal. Elizabeth Hamilton, as toastmistress, called for toasts given by different girls. These girls gave very appropriate tributes to the school, to the faculty, to Dr. and pnases of s chool work. In determin- Woodwards. to the guests, and to Miss Miller, who had charge of pre- paring the tempting dinner. A Toast to The Taeulty Our Faculty, so good and kind. We love you every one; You always help us with our tasks. You enter in our fun. 'Tis true you sometimes scold us. But that must be in school; 'Tis true you sometimes tells us To read the eleventh rule. You chase us everyone to bed And say. Put out your litrht. And when we don't quite make it You give us such a fright. Hut we forgive you every one; To you we'll all lx true. And now we pledge with all our hearts Our loyalty to you. A Toast to Mr. ami Mrs. If oodtvard lasien. my children, and you shall hc r A toast to two whom we hold dear To Mrs. Woodward, our dearest friend Our regards have no measure, our love no end. To Mr. Woodward our gratitude flowf A papa he’s been, as everyone knows. Our dearest friends, so kind and true The Woodwards a toast to you! Toast to I)r. an A Mrs. Anderson There’s a place In our hearts That no other «'.an hold. There's a love in our hearts That can never grow cold; And we keep that love For the dearest ones. Always and only For the Anderson Toast to Miss Miller Here’s to the one whom all of us love. Here's to the one who is true. Now. let's drink a toast with all our hearts— Miss Miller, here's to you! Toast to Dr. Lord Here is to one whom we need each day. Whether we work or whether we play. Whether we swim or whether we skate. Something will happen as sure as fate; Then to our dear Dr. l»ord we go. And of course at once we forget our woe. And now all together, and loud, my dears. For Dr. Lord let's give three cheers! WHAT WOULD HAPPEN If : Mr. Woodward got in a hurry and failed to say. ‘ I'll sec about it? Miss 1 ripp failed to wear her red coat? Mary Griffith got boisterous? Blandina lost her appetite? Elizabeth Hamilton WAS NOT working on the Sun-Dial? Miss Sctsers’ Pilling Station gave out of oil? Ruth Castleman forgot to giggle? The second sopranos failed to meet immediately after mail call ? Ruth Dillingham ran out of ex- cuses ? Sara Noland should get energetic? Mrs. Miller failed to say, Go. run it down in the Lexicon? Dorothy Murray failed to go swimming? Mrs. Woodward wasn't a friend to all the girls? Mean-—A certain town had bought a new fire-engine, and the superin- tendent, after gathering all his men together, suggested that an appro- priate motto should he placed over the station. The thing was debated at some length and several suggestions were made. Finally one man rose and said: I move the following motto: ‘May this fire-engine be like all the old maids in our village—always ready, hut never called for.' — Tit-Bits. i. Many a true word has been spoken through false teeth.