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

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THE SI N DIAL Going to Chapel JUNIOR-SENIOR BANQUET One of the loveliest affairs of the year was a banquet, complimenting the Senior Normal class, given by the Juniors, March 27th. The following invitations were received: “Dear Juniors this heralds a greet- ing and request on the Juniors’ part. That ye come at six on March 27 To the room of Domestic Art.” Promptly at the hour and place mentioned above you could find all the Juniors with their guests seated around the table. Easter flowers were artistically arranged around the room. A most elaborate five course dinner was served. The menu was: Fruit Cocktail Pimola Rolls Chicken Fricassee Creamed Potatoes Peas in Timbales Rolls Pickles Ice Cream Ladv Fingers Coffee Toasts were given for the Seniors, sponsors and guests. These were re- sponded to in words which expressed love and appreciation for their sister class and friends. Throughout the evening the air was filled with music and laughter. The seniors left the room feeling very happy for the evening of pleas- ure the juniors had given them. DR. AND MRS. W. S. WILSON In October Dr. W. S. Wilson came to Montreal with his family to be our pastor. From the very first we recognized in Dr. and Mrs. Wil- son real friends and this feeling has increased with the passing weeks and months. Dr. Wilson’s Sunday messages have been full of wise council and admonition and he has ever held up to us the Christ as our example. In February a series of revival services were held for a week and we all felt greatly refreshed spiritually by these services. As a result of these meet- ings the few girls who were not al- ready Christians have made a pro- fession of faith in Christ and now each girl of the school counts herself a Christian. Mrs. Wilson has meant much to each of us in a special way. During the session she has entertained every girl in school in her hospitable home. We always felt delighted when it was our time to go for she and Dr. Wilson made us feel that they were personally interested in our welfare. We hope the girls of the Montreat Normal school may have the Wilsons with them for many years to come. DR. AND MRS. W. A. ROSS INTEREST US IN MEXICO. Among the pleasant happenings to us in the fall of our school year was having with us for several weeks Dr. and Mrs. W. A. Ross, two of our faithful missionaries to Mexico. Many times Dr. Ross was at chapel services, in our pulpit, at our C. E. meetings and gave us a most intimate insight into the needs of the Mexican for the blessed gospel as we have it. Often, too, Mrs. Ross would so willingly and interestingly tell us of these people she so loves. At any time she could have a group of us eagerly listening to her accounts of the habits, customs, and home life of these people so close to us and yet so different. In this way our interest and sympathy for them was aroused as the reading of many books could not have done. It was with a feeling of deepest re- gret that we bade farewell to Dr. and Mrs. Ross in November, as they left at the end of their furlough to take up their labors again. Our interest and prayers will always be with them.

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i6 THE SUN DIAL numerous papers can be given here. Practically all the papers state that Latin has cleared up many difficulties in English grammar ami has given an increased English vocabulary. As one pupil aptly expresses it. Latin is in itself an English dictionary. A for- eign born pupil says that in one year of Latin she has learned more new English words than ever before. Sev- eral pupils think that their knowledge of Latin has made biology and mathe- matics easier, because they have been able to recognize the meaning of technical terms. A broader knowl- edge of Roman history and of Greek and Roman mythology is mentioned, and an awakening to the fact that human nature is the same in all ages. Of significance is a girl's statement that she has been surprised to find Latin much easier than she had heard it would be. and a boy's statement htat Latin can be mastered with ease if every lesson is studied properly and thoroughly.’ To those, then, who are undecided as to what subjects they will study next year, our Latin department is beckoning eagerly, ome on in—the waters' fine! M. M. M. GRADUATES OF 1924 The five girls who went out from the Normal class last year are a credit to their Alma Mater. Myrtle Foster, the class President, has recently completed a year of work as principal of a one-teacher school at Campobello. S. C. She received high commendation from the superintend- ent. Vela Smith, who wishes to attain even greater heights of learning, is at Flora MacDonald, and is distinguish- ing herself in her work there as she did here. Mary Kimbrell, our Student Body President of ’24-‘25, is teaching pri- mary grades in Rosman. N. C. Her fine work has been reported to us. Pauline Whitlow i teaching tin- sixth grade in Tobaccovillc. S. C. She has done well in a difficult work. Clara Lee Wilson is teaching the fir-t grade in Emma, N. C.. where we arc sure she is winning the hearts of her pupils. We are proud of the record of the class of 'twenty-five. The following letter from Cather- ine Ruel was received recently by a company which manufactures corn syrup: Dear Sirs: Tho I have taken six cans of your corn sirup, my feet are no better now than when I started. A SCHOOL WITHOUT MR. WOODWARD If you arc interested in it. I will tell you in a minute How the situation seemed When 1 dreamed. I was dreaming of a school without Mr. Woodward. What a sorry sort of place. What a form without a face. What a curious, fussy case. It would be. Don’t care how much he preaches. 'Bout all that his instinct teaches, It's a call into the office. For his charms. Who would soothe our burning brains? Who would charm away our pains? Who could silence our complaining? Who could answer for our training? Now. who could ? Who would make us walk a chalk? Who would teach us how to talk? Who would make us duly civil ? Who would save us from the devil? 'Fell me. who? And. besides a list of ‘naughts.’ Who would execute the ‘oughts’? Who on Monday would keep us in? Who would even check our sin? ’Like to know.” “Who knows all these things are true? Who knows these are just a few? Who knows hundreds more mishaps. Would be without him, perhaps? Why, you do. And me, too. And I’m thankful, through and through That my dream has not come true.” THE BEAUTIFUL SNOW. The Beautiful Snow? The sheen and the glow? The whiteness and purity blent? Yes, but love it? O no! Why? If you must know Tis the afterwards which I lament. O the slush! O the sqush! Of the ooze and the sqooze, When one tries to walk out in the snow! The slips and tips And the wild bows and bips When one walks in the soft melting snow! You may talk and may squalk Of the beautiful walk, When the whiteness sinks up to your knees; I will whine and complain, Long for bountiful rain To dissolve this “pure snow if you please I Take your joy; no alloy Come to mar nor to scar Your delight in this beautiful snow My complaint, wild and quaint This sad. hopeless plaint For a path where my feet safely go! A clean path where my foot goes down SO! A most solid stand In cement or sand, NOT in beautiful, beautiful SNOW. Roberta C. Webb.

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THE SIN DIAL 18 High School Graduating Class SENIOR HIGH SCHOOL CLASS Officers Annie Sue Bost..........President Ruth R. Reynolds. .. V.-President EvELY McDowell........Sec.-Treas. Miss Virginia McLaughlin Sponsor Willa Ben net..............Mascot Motto: There’s no elevator to success, take the stairs Colors: Purple and gold. FImcer: Pansy. SENIOR HIGH SCHOOL CLASS POEM As forth from our school wc bravely fare. Forth in the wide, wide world; May the banner of truth above our heads Forever be unfurled. May we win in the contest before us Grow strong in the battle for right; And in the world as we come and go. May we be as a ray of light. To you who now take up the torch to bear Pray, always hold it high; And its gleaming light of truth and right. May it never, never die! We give to your hands this precious torch Knowing you will be true; And also we give you our hearts of love As we say. Farewell, to you. To you who have guided and taught us here. Aid lived with us day by day; And taken our hands for four long years. And led us all the way. We give you our love, our esteem and respect. And in our hearts there's a space That we keep for you alone, dear friends. No other can hold that place. And now to our school, the Normal School. Would that our tongues could say How much we love our Alma Mater. What she has meant each day. And as we go out to our place in the world We'll everyone be true To the ideals learned in the Normal School And every dear friend to you. And so while the years may come and go. There'll be memories in each heart So sweet they can never grow dim with time. No matter how far we part. But with the years they’ll brighter grow— These memories too dear to tell; And never we pray a blessing on all As to you we say “Farewell.” —ELIZABETH HAMILTON, Class Poet