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

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12 THE SUN DIAL The Staff Frances Me Anally Edith Smith Faye Sherrill ---- Virginia Wilson .. Louise Bird Phyllis Bolter ... Agnes Foster------ June Humphries - Ruth Hewitt Thelma Graham . Editor-in-chief Club Editor Literary Editor Society Editor Athletic Editor Art Editor Joke Editor Business Manager Asst. Business Mgr. Circulation Manager

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THE SUN DIAL 11 Faculty V Mrs. J. I. Miller...... Miss Eunice Burkhaiter Miss Jewel Davis Miss Annie Webb Miss Elizabeth Hoyt Miss Helen Miles - ----- Mrs. C. E. Dorsey------- Miss Helen Dickinson Miss Julia Porter....... Mrs. Crosby Adams Mr. Crosby Adams — Miss Cornelia Archer -- Mrs. Mattie B. Hale ... Mrs. William Duncan - Dr. Margery Lord Miss Leona Miller -- -- Mrs. S. L. Woodward --Latin --Psychology and Science --English -.Mathematics --History — - Home Econom ics --Bible --Education — French — Piano --Director of Choir — Piano --Art — Nurse --Physician — Matron --Lady Principal

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THE SUN DIAL 13 The Valentine Carnival The Valentine Carnival was quite a gay affair. There were so many attractions alluringly offered there. There was a little fish-pond, with nickles as bait. Wherewith, by skillful fishing, your wishes you might sate. Quaint Valentine tokens were also here That brought a laugh, or caused a tear. In a tiny restaurant, inviting with savory odors, and wrapped in rosy glow. You dined daintly on the best of fare— Salads, sandwiches, coffee and hot cocoa. Such were the viands so rare. Tempting cakes and candies one booth did display, And a wise fortune-teller your dime did repay. Oh, my friends, what a magic, thrilling place was that In which you saw your future mate face to face! At the sign of the White Elephant, an auction of wonderous bargains was a dare; For the bargain sometimes caused a “rare!” Many in gala costumes of black and yellow. Saw R. L. S’s. own John Silver. Many Gypsies with, come-hither eyes, Possessed a charm none could despise. The end of this amusing feat— We went back to Montreat! —Edith Smith. A Hallowe'en Fantasy There are Jack O’ Lantern eyes Redly staring at gay fireflies. A creepy, stealthy rustle in the trees— Fateful sign that a witch sees. Be there gray wisps of cloud in the air— Those are strands of witches’ hair! Two winking stars near the moon, Ooooo! Goblins will be here scon. And if a donkey’s tail should wag. Caution! Nearby, a broomstick nag! Where the moonlight is a dim sheen. There are white spirits. I ween. In the graveyard, where little cedars weep— Both amber and jade eyes do deep; And black forms creep! Over in the corner, in the “shatter”— Whv. good people, what’s the matter? —E. S. The Little Dewdrop Early one morning, before one the sun could see, A gay little Dewdrop was playing on the lea. The daisies gave her sweet, quiet smile, the tulips, a haughty look; But what a gurgling laugh rippled the tiny brook. Clad in starry silver, from tiny head to tiny toe. She was most enchanting mite, just one night old! Winking and twinkling, she tripped a «loll dance, And slid up and down the blades of grass. She skipped, she tripped, she slipped into the fragrant fowers. Of all the little dewdrops that were sleeping in the flowers! But, ah, me! When old Sol spied this merry little sprite. He laughed and laughed with all his might. Winking at this dewy fay, He kissed her quite away! —Edith Smith.