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

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THE SUN DIAL 9 Annie Bell McDonald Quincy, Florida “Mac” Home Economics Course President Junior Class ’2(5 Manager Tennis Club ’26 Leader Christian Service Group ’26 - ’27 Secretary and Treasurer Tritonian Literary Society ’26 Base ball Team ’26 - ’27 Member Choral Class ’27 “Ape will not wither her, nor custom stale her infinite variety.” Her soul seems bubbling over with joy, which she wishes to share with the other girls. Her nature is so large and generous that she is esteemed by her comrades. History of the Class of '27 The History of the Class of ’27 is not merely a collection of the acts and achievements of the class, but it is a record of the lives of its members. The real history of the class is found in what it has contributed to its Alma Mater in the way of upholding its spirit, traditions, and honor. Leaders in every branch of school activities are to be found in this class. Athletically speaking we have made a record for ourselves. Practically every member of the class is a wearer of the “M”, and some hold as many as three of the coveted letters. The class ranks high in scholastic lines, as some of its members are always on the honor roll. The religious life of the school has always had the hearty support of the Seniors. The Christian Endeavor, Christian Service Group and Mission Sunday Schools find a large group of Seniors working with whole-hearted interest. A note of sadness creeps in as this History is being written, for we realize that much has been left undone. When College days are over and each girl begins to write that greater Chapter of Life, we are sure that that Chapter will be nobler and better because of the years at Montreat. Annie Bell McDonald Class Historian Prophecy Once upon a time as I sat at my desk, weary with the day’s problems and toils. I began think- ing that I'd like to know what my class would be doing ten years hence. I sat for a few moments thinking; then leaned over on my desk. Pretty soon I heard someone rapping on my door-ere I could say, “Come” a little girl came flitting in. She was bubbling over with joy and before I could speak she asked, “What would you like more than anything else in the world?” “I’d like to know the future of my classmates,” I said. She held out in her little hand something which looked like a tiny soap bubble. “Sit here”, she exclaimed, handing it to me, “this will make only ten bubbles but each will picture one of your classmates.” “Oh!” - - but before I knew it she was gone; she had left her gleeful spirit, though, and I at once began blowing bubbles. The first bubble pictured a scene in Atlanta. Georgia. A tall building - the First National Bank. At a desk was seated a beautiful girl, her fingers lightly tripping over the keys of a typewriter. She stopped and looked up. Who would have thought it - Myrtice Smith, the president of the class of ’27, a Stenographer? The next was a scene in Tennessee. A large farmhouse stood on the hill. Children were playing on the lawn. For a long time they played happily; then a tall black haired woman came ut t join them. Pretty soon a car came whizzing by. It stopped in front of the gate and tlu mother and children got in to go for a ride. When the lady sat down by her husband. I recognized Mary Dulaney. A very large bubble was blown next - I saw a number of wards in a large hospital in Brazil. In one was a lonely little nurse administering to a patient. The doctor and the nurse worked with the patient for a time before he was quieted. - Who should they be but Annie Bell McDonald and “her Doc” that she used to write to. As the next bubble floated along I could see mountain after mountain. Soon the bubble stopped and there in the city of Asheville, North Carolina, I saw Elizabeth Worrall in a classroom with about thirty kindergarten children. They seemed to be so happy together. Elizabeth really looked as if she were in her “seventh heaven.” Next. I saw a large audience of women. “Now, I feel so strong, so brave, so bold!” Here was a woman of strong mind and strong will - a lecturer on a strong subject, an old maid demonstrating her independence f my classmates, but as the bubble turned I recognized the lecturer to be Ruby Car- ter.

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8 THE SUX DIAL Pricilla Kincaid Cleveland. N. C. “Pris” College Course President French Club ’27 Choral ’26 - '27 Basket ball '20 - ’27 “Her voice was ever sweet and low • - ai excellent thing in women.” “Pris is a girl that well represents our school motto. “To be rather than seem. She has infinite capacity for enjoying life and believes in having a good time always. These who know her best find her to be a sincere friend. MottoLet me live in the hearts of those whom I’ve met.” Mary Ella Milner Cartersville, Georgia. Home Economics Course “Loyal hearted, strong of mind A finer girl nowhere you’ll find.” Mary Ella never troubles trouble ’til trouble troubles her. Her cheerful disposition and good nature are unsurpassed. We know that her efficiency and capability will make her successful in whatever she may undertake. Motto:-“Be the best of whatever you are.” Tritonian Literary Society ’26 Life Recruits ’26 ’27 Recording Secretary C. E. ’27 President Girl’s Bible Class ’27 Choral Class ’27 Ida Lutterell Knoxville. Tennessee “Skeet” Normal Course Athletic Editor “Sun Dial” ’26 Manager Basket-ball ’26 Vice President Student Body ’26 President Girl’s Bible Class ’26 Choral ’26 ’27 Tritonian Literary Society ’26 President Christian Endeavor ’27 “Her charm strikes the sight, her merit wins the soul.” “Skeet” is an all-round, good girl. Her earnest work and winning smile have won her a place in each of our hearts. Her faithfulness must surely win her success wherever she treads. Motto:-“Seek, go. teach.” Miss Margaret McGirt Senior Normal Sponsor “And still they gazed and still the wonder grew. That one small head could carry all she knew.” One of those dainty little creatures who was born to be a lady. Fresh and sweet as a morning rose. Put her anywhere you will, you’ll find her always ready. Mary Dulaney Blountville, Tenn. “Doolalie” Home Economics and Normal Joke Editor Sun Dial ’27 Basket-ball Team ’27 “Life without laughter would be a dreary blank.” Always cheerful and ready to see the bright side - - that’s “Doolalie.” She has made herself known by her qualities as a true friend. Motto:-“Happiness comes from within.” Rubie Carter Effingham. S. C. Normal Course Member of Choral Class ’27 “Loyal, strong of mind, a finer girl nowhere you’ll find. Rubie is truly ambitious, and we hope she will attain the best in life. She deserves it. Rubie. here’s to you from us all. Motto - “Let me live by the side of the road, and be a friend to man.”

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10 THE SUN DIAL The next scene was in a church, at the piano sat a small lady playing an offertory. All the people seemed spell bound for she seemed to put her soul into her music. Which of my class mates a musician? O. Mary McCall who longed to be a pastor’s assistant was now realizing the dream of her life. I had blown only six bubbles now and there were four more - The next pictured a large gymna- ium full of girls waiting for directions. Soon the director came in and lo! it was Ida Luttrell. Not a fifth grade teacher as she expected to be but a physical director of girls in a large Co-ed school in Tennessee. I stopped to rest a while but I found that I couln’t wait longer to know the future of my other classmates, so I blew another bubble. This time I saw a newspaper - a picture of an attractive girl - She looked familiar. In big headlines was written, “Priscilla Kincaid. America’s most famous con- tralto. The next scene was one in Georgia, a large classroom - a great many girls came bursting in with baskets, sewing baskets - soon after they were seated everyone arose. Why should they? On looking farther I saw a graceful and dignified girl - wh could she be? No other than Mary Ella Miller, a home economics teacher. Just one more bubble and it was going to picture the future of myself I wonder what it can be - I couldn’t wait, so I blew the last bubble. As it rose into the air I read these words, “It is not thine to know the future of yourself.” Class Will We. the class of 11 27, Montreat Normal School, county of Buncombe, state of North Carolina, be- ing of unsane mind and sound body, realizing our importance as Seniors of this illustrious seat of learning, and realizing also that we must soon depart this life, do hereby declare this to be our last will and testament. Item 1. We, the Senior Class, do will to Montreat Normal Students our dignity, quiet manners, and sweet dispositions. Item 2. To the present Juniors, our seats in the back of the chapel, hoping they will enjoy the radiator music as we have. Item 3. To the faculty and all students who wish a quicker and easier way of getting down the steps, our most dignified way of going down by way of the railing. Item 1. To all coming Seniors, our many priveleges, if they can find them. The following may seem trifling, but they are assets to the bequeathed if they will use them in the future as we have in the past. 1. Annie Bell McDonald, do will my parking space in the Book Room to Mary Vance. 1. Mary Ella Milner, do cheerfully leave my life-long desire to become thin to Elizabeth Duncan. 2. To any one who can get by with it. my privilege of visiting during study-hall. I. Priscilla Kincaid, do hereby will to Mary Hamrick my wash-bowl. 1. Kathleene Wallace, do will to June Humphries and Elaine Hatchell all my old love letters, hop- ing they will receive as much pleasure from them as I have. 2. My rouge, lipstick and other toilet articles to all Montreat Normal Students. 1. Ida Luttrell, being in a generous frame of mind, do hereby will and bequeth to Mary McDaniel all my dream pillows. 2. To Betty Miles, my “mules” which she will find hitched under my bed in room 42. 1. Mary Dulaney, bequeath with sincere regret to Mattie Johnson my absolute quietness in school. 2. My job of being dignified before the teachers to some other pretty girl. 1. Rubie Carter, do will to Lucia Phillips my room in order that she might play rook with Agnes and Vienna at any time, also a new deck of Rook cards. 2. My ability to keep still, to Alice McBeth. I. Elizabeth Worrall, «lo willingly leave all the posters and signs on my door to Frances McAnally. hoping they will improve the appearance of her door as they have mine. 1. Myrtice Smith, do will to Sara Beck the honor of being the prettiest girl in school. 2. My hopes and ambitions to go abroad, as stewardess to my roommate. 1. Mary McCall, do willingly and cheerfully leave to June Humphries, Frances McAnally, and Dona Jewel Donaldson all my soap and tooth-paste. 2. To Mary Hughes my seat on the front row in the choir. Given under our seal and signature this thirtieth day of May, in the year of our Lord, one-thous- nine hundred and twenty-seven. Witness: Wall. Fountain-pen. Signed. Blotter. .Mary McCall.