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

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THE SUN DIAL IN OUR WINTER DRESS

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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

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14 THE SUN DIAL JUNIOR NORMAL AND COLLEGE CLASS President---------------- Vice President----------- Secretary and Treasurer Sponsor ---------------- Lucia Phillips Ethel Petty Faye Sherrill Miss Jewel Davis CLASS Ruth Faries Agnes Foster Vienna Jones Mattie Johnson Elsie Morgan June Humphries Frances McAnally Class Flower----------- Class Colors----------- Motto:- Good, better, best we make good better and ROLL Dona Jewel Donaldson Ruby Rock Mary Hamrick Mary McDaniel Frances Wells Annie Laurie Harrison Elaine Hatchell ---------- Shasta Daisy ----- Gold and White - We’ll never rest, until better best. CLASS PRAYER “Great God, I ask thee for no meaner pelf, Than that I may not disappoint myself, That in my actions I may soar as high. As I can now discern with this clear eye. And next in value, which thy kindness lends. That 1 may greatly disappoint my friends. Howe’er they think or hope that it may be, They may not dream how Thou’st distinguished me. That my weak hand may equal my firm faith. And my life practice more than my tongue saith That my low conduct may not show, Nor my relenting lines. That I Thy purpose did not know. Or overrated thy designs.” —David Thoreau.