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

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THE SUN DIAL 17 The Days Schedule 7:00 o’clock The rising bell rings. But dead silence prevails over Montreat Normal. 7:25 o’clock Five minute bell. The girls scramble from bed and yell for everybody to wait on them as they make wild attempts at dressing. 7:30 o’clock Loudly the bell clangs for breakfast. Everybody rushes to the dining room to par- take of Miss Miller’s delicious meal. 8:25 o clock Again a bell rings. Girls flee into their rooms for quiet hour. 8:45 o’clock To chapel we go. 9:00 o’clock School: We go to continue our acquaintance with Prof. Math. Madam Latin, and Mr. and Mrs. English. 12:20 o’clock A little nourishment after vigorous work. 1:15 o’clock Back to work. 3:45 o’clock Out for an hour’s walk over the mountains. 6:00 o’clock Supper: Everybody ready for a dozen hot rolls. 10:00 o’clock Enough said, enough done, all completed duties: off to bed go one hundred sleeping beauties. Meaning Of M. N. S. From what I have heard M. N. S. must stand for a good many things. For instance, “Many Nice Students,” which we hope is true. As for meaning, “Many Naughty Students,” I will not say. I have also heard that it stood for. “Men Never Seen,” which I vouchsafe is true. But after all don’t you think M. N. S. could mean a “Mighty Nice School?’ —J. Woodward.

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THE SUX DIAL 16 The Voice Of Prophecy Speaks From out of the soundless depths of solitude and denseness of the future a small, calm voice speaks to me. I listen! I hearken gladly to its call and go forth to write out in a material form its message. But what is its message? Is it sad? To whom or to what does it pertain? Now I see clearly for I have a vision as the voice foretells. I see a small town. There seems to be a hurry among the people on the street. I can discern faintly the thrills of gladness in their hearts. The voice speaks. “Wander farther, linger longer, and you shall see more.” In breathless attention and wonder I wait the clearing of the vision. The first scene moves away and a vision of the railway station of the town looms into sight. A fast passenger train is coming in. It stops at the station with a whirr and a bang. See the long stream of boys and girls alight with hopeful looks in their faces. I can’t catch the drift of the incidents, but in another instant the voice directs my thoughts and gaze to the little town itself. I behold enormous buildings situated among the sombre shadows of small foothills. They seem clustered together as though they are some powerful little dominion or kingdom within itself. Look at the stately mein with which those persons conduct themselves as they move about among the buildings. They convey a scholarly and dignified air. The voice speaks with accent, “Look closely and observe that dream of many hearts of the year 1928.” Suddenly there appears to my senses a vague picture cf school life in a co-ed school. There is a field and an enormous grandstand. Something is going to happen! I see now—it is a track meet. There are the girls and the boys ready to win the day. How ardent and glowing with happiness are their faces! The scene changes, but evidently Montreat has won; for her supporters in the grandstand are cheering wildly. Yes! one of the boys is hoisted into the air and has landed on the shoulders of his admirers. A victory! The beautiful green campus near the buildings is crowded with madly cheer- ing multitudes. I hear them shout one and all, “The Montreat Co-ed School forever.” The voice is very faint now. but I hear it give it’s last message— “You dipped into the future. Far as human eye could see. Saw the future of Montreat Normal, And all it’s wonders that could be. You have seen a vision of that exquisite little college town with its remarkable opportunities and advantages for the future Montreaters and others who will come seeking those highest and best things. Fail not in thy commission as amanuensis in revealing what will be the future of this village of the present.

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18 THE SUN DIAL Spring The earth is newly awakening: From a long, cold, winter sleep. The birds, saucily singing reveille Fly swift their tryst to keep. Lovely Spring gently wakens All the golden daffodils; Breaks the ice upon the rivers. Scatters flowers o’er vale and hills. Behold the pearl-white fairy ships Wafted on by a gentle breeze. Floating airily from port to port On heaven’s deep blue seas. At night when the glorious golden sun Behind the hills has set, The star-flowers of heaven come forth And dance a minuet. The silvery moon keeps silent watch O’er land and sea and bay, Then as the sun rises out of the East It silently slips away. When all the earth is newly awaking And everything puts on new life, There is in my heart a spring of gladness Lifting me above life’s toil and strife. —Irene Smallwood My Creed I believe in making the best of everything; in meeting life’s trials and problems with an un- faltering step and a trusting heart. I want to leave the world better than I found it, having used my influence for the good. I believe that God has a plan for my life, and I shall endeavor to find this plan, and enter into it with the best that is in me. Although the sky may be dark and lowering, still I have the consolation of knowing that the sun is still shining beyond the clouds, and that it will soon shine forth in all its radiant glory, filling my soul with hope and joy for the future. —Irene Smallwood.