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

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THE SUN DIAL .3 DEDICATION To cTVIRS. WOODWARD Whose love for all that is beautiful. Whose devotion to all that is pure, Whose loyalty to all that is good. Whose ideals for us are all that is noble, and Whose spirit of service for all that is worth while, have inspired us to a higher living— WE DO AFFECTIONATELY DEDICATE THIS VOLUME OF THE SUN-DIAI.

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Words Of Appreciation It is with the deepest appreciation and the greatest sincerity that we, the staff, extend our heart- felt gratitude to the business, social, and professional organizations that have aided us in making this annual an authentic record of the activities of the Montreat Normal School during the school term of 1927-’28. The Sun-Dial Only the sunny hours Are numbered here— No winter-time that lowers No twilight drear. But from a golden sky , When sunbeams fall, Though, the bright moments fly They’re counted all. No past the glad heart cowers, No memories dark Only the sunny hours, The dial marks. E. C. Stedman.

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4 THE SUN DIAL A Tribute Mrs. Crosby Adams In a life devoted to the interests of children and young people, with in- numerable contacts with their ever- expanding lives, with very unusual opportunities to know and understand hosts of them, I can think of no one personality that has more impressed me than our friend Carl. He went in and out among us quietly, unobtrus- ively, these very characteristics of a great soul being early recognized by any one quick to note the rare qual- ities of the lad. I think we had al- ways been friends from the moment we chatted together, when he. a lit- tle fellow, commented on the lovely wild flowers we had enjoyed in com- mon as we had stopped in the path hading to the House-in-the-woods. He had the artist’s love of beauty, the poet’s intuitive sense of high val- ues. the true naturalist’s unerring touch. Could he have been spared to us to round out a life of useful ser- vice, what would this North Carolina State have gained! For his hand al- ways preserved the flora, never de- vastated it. Lovingly and carefully he would transfer these earth-darlings from their natural habitat, and they would gladden his soul by taking kindly to the transplanting. Flowers always seem to know their friends. This natural horticultural sense is God-given. The world needed Carl in this field of endeavor. Far too few know how to cherish the beautiful things the Creator has surrounded us with. In every department of life, Carl met the issues fairly and squarely. In countless thoughtful ways of service to his mother in the daily problems of the home, in school, and church, his record is a precious memory. “To live in hearts we leave behind, is not to die.” A poet has expressed it: “We must not think of him as dead, for that Young courage of the high-held head lives on. And knows a wider, freer world than ours, Rejoices in a sun more gold, in stars Made vocal by the singing breath of God.... Oh. there are playfields, there in Paradise, And happy comrades; there is work for hands So young and willing; there are trees and bloom And sunlit vistas for the dear young eyes. And there is rest at night... No tears for him Who has eternal wisdom, now, and peace.” Mrs. Crosby Adams.