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

Page 13 text:

THE SUN DIAL 11 DEPORTMENT HONOR ROLL The following have been on the Deport- ment Honor Roll the entire session: Students Making Honor Roll A verages J'or Year There are five students in school who have not made below B on any subject during the entire session. That is a splendid record and we congratulate them on the fine work they have done. These students are: Mandy Bedinger Kaye Sherrill Bessie Cozart Josephine Woodward. Myrtice Smith The following students have made an average of 90 'U and above in their work for the year and this, too. is a fine record: Mary M ary Mary Lucia Ethel Dulaney Hamrick McCall Phillips Petty Margaret Siceloff Kathleen Wallace Isabel Wilson Carl Williams S. L. WOODWARD. Principal Sara Harper Abernathy Janie Beal Gertrude Bartell Rubie Carter Elizabeth Duncan Ruth Faires Agnes Foster Mary Hughs Thelma Hazen Mary Hamrick Elizabeth Hollings- worth Cora Lee Harrison Mattie Johnson Vienna Jones Ida Luttrell Julia McElroy Evelyn McElroy Annie Bell McDonald Corinne MacDonald Mae MacDonald Ruth McClain Princie Maphet Mary McCall Mary Ella Milner Mary McDaniel Elsie Morgan Ethel Petty Mary Seehorn Margaret Siceloff Faye Sherrill Mary Vance Isobel Wilson Frances Wells Kathleen Wallace Elizabeth Worrall Annie L. Harrison Norwood Whitlock

Page 12 text:

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.

Page 14 text:

12 THE SUX DIAL Class Poem We’re standing on the bridge of life to-day. Behind us a sweet and pleasant past; Before us lies the land of the Future; We seek its pleasurers to forcast! To go on. means to leave behind us The things we hold most dear. To go back, no. we can’t go back, However much we those revere! We’ll meet life’s battles fair and square Just as we’ve been taught to do- Because we can’t forget the stndrds Held so high by our ‘Gold and Blue’! If in life to us fall honors. Dear Montreat, to you they’re due. For you gave us what we neoded- So dear Montreat, ‘Here’s to You’! Myrtice Smith Our Seniors The rooms which lately rang with shrill and youthful sound are dumb: And mirth and song which throated vibrantly, ne’er echo more;- And lcng, sad Silence stakes in Alba’s lanes. Is that a thin and shadowy form which flits from room to room? Or paired in interlocking arms along the hall? Was that the bell? When all. alert once more, awoke for work?—- Mute Silence holds nor loosens to my plea. Where are the girls? One moment here-then gone!- So quickly through, the months seem hours Since toil laid claim on sluggish minds, unwilling for dry facts. But eager for forbidden joys, as stolen waters ar3 so sweet;- Where are the faithful ones who felt the need of steady drill. To stay dull ignorance with riposte keen, to fit them ready for A place within the ranks of warriors in World’s strife?... They are all gone! And Silence echos tread of mine. Youth quckly flies and as I dream. Age comes and fills the ranks With brain and brawn; and faithful-careless-keen and dull- These are to whom discerning Atlas has resigned his task, And unafraid, they gallantly take hold, and guided, steered. By their command, the World advances step by step, In onward, upward march to final goal! —Roberta Webb Snow The sun had set in the golden west. And earth had been touched with perfect rest. When flake by flake down came the snow, Until all was beautiful here below. There was first a glance upward, then over beyond, But no one could see where the snow came from. The treetops were hidden on the mountains so high, All seemed spell-bound and to God drew nigh. For who in this world of such sorrow and sin, Could see the World’s beauty and praise mere men? God is our giver of every good gift. So give him your life in acknowledgement of this. —Elaine Hatchell