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

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Page Six T H E SUN DIAL Montreat Normal School OUR BIG DAYS Sept. 6. 1932— College at last! Lots of new girls and four old ones. Dr. Anderson gave us a good send off this morning. With feet firm and heads up. we are setting out to conquer all. March 25. 1933— A big party tonight by our Senior sisters. Such fun! Parties, games, magic stunts and eating. April 17. 1933— We gave our big sisters a trip to Biltmore House and Ashe- ville today. We really felt as if we were living in a dream, but once out again, we realized it was still America instead of Europe. Sept. 1. 1933— Back again! It’s great to see all our class mates: Seniors: Yes, we really are! We are out to give all and take all. February. 193-1— Today was our final game in the basketball tournament. Well, we didn’t win the cup. but we did win the booby prize. We seniors aren’t ball players, but we can’t be geniuses in ev- erything. April, 1934— Didn't we feel important today? The Seniors got their table—plus steak and cake for supper. April 16, 1934— My what a day! The Senior dinner. We peeled, skinned and chopped all day. From six until eight, we served one hundred twenty-five people. What fun. but what work! April 22. 1934— Our Sabbath School class went to Mrs. Glasgow’s cottage for tea. After playing interesting games and enjoying delight- ful tea and cakes, we walked back to the dormitory in the early evening of a bright spring day. April 23. 1934— Our Junior sisters did not forget us by any means. About six-thirty we were escorted to the Assembly Inn where we found a gorgeous banquet waiting for all the little daisies”. We were rovallv entertained. April 28. 1934- All the Seniors went to Dr. and Mrs. Anderson’s for a delicious buffet supper. After spending a delightful time, we returned for the Senior High School play, Rose of the South- land.” May 6, 1934— We went to the Manse to a garden party given by Dr. and Mrs. Caldwell. It was a lovely party, indeed, the flowers were beautiful, the fish pond was interesting; the food was delicious, and Dr. and Mrs. Caldwell were as gracious and loving as ever. May 7. 1934- How thrilled we were to have our class represented with a Mav Queen, attendant, and all the others in the program. May 12. 1934— We gave “Mystery of the Masked Girl”. Such fun, mys- tery, curiousity, excitement was never seen before. It was a great success: thanks to Misses Watkins and Hovt. May 13. 1934— Nearing the end! We are glad, yet sorry, because we realize that some of us might be parting never to meet again, but we hope not. We marched into the auditorium wearing our caps and gowns and singing “The Children of the King . Dr. Don- ald Richardson gave our baccalaureate sermon, after which we marched out singing Brightly Gleams our Banner . Our day ended with the C. E. service. May 18. 1934— The End! No, the beginning! We’re just starting our life in a new world. Our commencement address was delivered by Dr. Wells. Dr. Anderson gave us our diplomas, after which other prizes were awarded. We dread the thoughts of leaving, but the ideals you taught us will ever be bright shining out as our life’s guiding star. -o----------- LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT State of North Carolina, Buncombe County. We, the Seniors of the Montrcat Normal School of the aforesaid state and county being of sound mind but considering the uncertainties of our earthly existence, do make and declare this our last will and testament. 1. Inez Galloway, do hereby will and bequeath to Grace Brown my splendid English ability ami to Kat Bird my grace- ful school girl figure. I, Jessie Lee Beamguard, do hereby will and bequeath my ability to preside over class meetings to Grace Fleidner and my monopoly on rat entertainment to Charlotte Browder. I. Miriam Altee. do hereby will and bequeath the many privileges that I have assumed during the year to Betsy Miller, begging her not to abuse them, and to Sarah Dendy 1 leave my lovely voice with the understanding she is not to use it too often in public. 1. Mary Mellette, do hereby will and bequeath to Jane Kirkpatrick and Katy Hand my copyright on breaking all rules and my ability to be a perfect mid-night hostess with the hope that they will not disturb Miss Jordan any more than I did. I. Mildred Chandler, do hereby will and bequeath to Mar- garet Wallace several pounds of my graceful figure in hopes that she may become the life of the party and to Luelle Staples my ability to flirt under any circumstances and never be em- barrassed. I. Virginia Braswell, do hereby will and bequeath to Evelyn Baker my great ability as assistant dietition. and to Ada Free my loud laughter, hoping that it will increase her popularity with the student body president and the monitors. I. Grace Wages, do hereby will and bequeath my athletic ability to Helen Turner, and to Maude Warren my ability to get to meals on time. I. Addie Mae Kirby, do hereby will and bequeath to Anna Holt and Louise Martin my ability as a tap dancer, in hopes that they both will win the fame that 1 have. I, Georgia Greenwood, do hereby will and bequeath to Anne Sherrill a part of my width to add to her height: to Miriam Berry some of my great musical ability to aid her in playing taps. I, Sarah Burrows, do hereby will and bequeath to Ruth Branch and Gladys Dodd my graceful manner in ascending stairs. I, Cora Belle Orr, do will to Connie Perry my ability to lose my voice at the psychological moment. 1. Ruth Coleman, do hereby will and bequeath to Irene Wright my technique of getting by” and also my oratorical ability to use in lecturing to her protegee next year. I gladly bestow upon Mary Louise Wicker the honor of assistant nurse. 1. Erwin Turner, hereby bequeath my winning smile to Evelyn Ferguson and to Shirlev Turner my timid disposition. I. Becky Seafler. do hereby will and bequeath to Edna Mc- Millan my nonchalant expression, and to Lillie Mac Jolly the partiality that Miss Watkins shows me in English class. I. Louise Alexander, will and bequeath my ability to perform operations in the Biology lab to Gretchen Cocke and Merle Kinningham with the hope that they do a neat job”.

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Movtjuat Normal School T H E SIN 1) I A L Page Five BECKY JEAN SEAFLER Admired by nil udio knew her well.” Prc idem of Orchestra ’34: Business Manager of Sun Dial ’34; Class Prophet '34; Basketball Team '33; Dramatic Club. ERIN TURNER The key on which if built nil loving and all liking— dependable ness.” GRACE WAGES She puts all her troubles in the bottom of her heart Then sits on the lid and smiles.” Chairman of Religious FIducation '32 and ‘33; Prayer Group Leader '32 and ‘33; F'ire Captain ’33 and '34; Leader of Squad III, College Group ‘33 and '34. JACKIE SEAFLER Sweetest little fellow everybody knows Don't know what to rail him, but he's mighty like a rose.” SUPERL.VI IVES Most Intellectual Louise Crawford Neatest Inez Galloway Best all around Bertha Jean Hampton Most Athletic Addie Mae Kirby Most Lovable Miss Watkins Most in Love Nellye Means I dumbest All of ’em Sweetest None of ’em H appicst Grace Wages Most Droll Mary Mellette Quietest Erin Turner Most Domestic Ruth Coleman Most Popular Jessie Lee Beamguard Greatest Book Lover Mildred Chandler Most Reserved Georgia Greenwood Most Sincere Louise Alexander Friendliest Miriam Altce Most Talented Becky Scalier Most Conscientious Sara Burrows Most Dependable Most Helpful Virginia Braswell Cora Belle Orr SENIORS OF 34 Down the winding path of school life We’ve journeyed on the way With a -hilling goal before us— Our graduation day. As we’ve come to this day we’ve climbed to. As to a mountain peak. May we keep these thoughts with us always. As happiness we seek. With a singing heart and joyful May we meet our grief and pain. Ever sure that to win the best in life We must count them naught but gain. I May a courage strong and faithful Completely fill our souls. As we always keep before us Some higher, finer goals. Mildred Chandler.

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Month sat Normal School T II E S U N I) I A L Page Seven I. Ncllve Hetty Means, do hereby will and bequeath to Maurine Russell my splendid athletic ability, and to Barbara Duff my exalted position as library assistant, trusting she will retain her sweet disposition. I. Bertha Jean Hampton, do will and bequeath my ability to yet my lessons two days ahead of time to Emma Deaver. I. Louise Crawford, do hereby will and bequeath my ability to dissect a frog to the Biology Laboratory to be used as an example for succeeding classes. In witness whereof we, the said Seniors, do hereunto set our hand and seal this the 8th dav of Mav 1934. SENIOR NORMAL CLASS. P R O P H E C Y It was in the year of our Lord 1949. and was a lovely May morning. YVe sat thinking of other May mornings such as this in the years gone by, and our thoughts went hack to our graduation day in Montreat, a day when eighteen dignified seniors marched down the aisles of the Anderson Auditorium all eager to be out in the world—little suspecting what the future would bring forth. Today we were sitting in an office. On the door one might read, Miriam Altec, Private Secretary to the President, and who was the president ? you may ask. Well, on the opposite door one would read, “Becky Seafler. President. National Broadcasting Company. 'Phis was what fifteen short years had brought to us. We had been very fortunate since our departure from Mon- treat. and. wondering how life was treating the rest of our old classmates, we decided to find out by television. 'Phis was not quite so difficult as it may seem, because all we had to do was look through the files and get each classmate’s dial number, then lower the lights and turn a tiny switch, when buzz—there was Louise Alexander in her office at St. Luke’s Hospital, New York. She was very grave and stern but no less attractive than the Louise of ’34. A nurse came quietly in and spoke; Louise nodded, rose, and went calmh toward the operating room to maintain, or to add to her nationwide reputation as an eminent surgeon. A turn of the dial, and the scene was immediately transferred to a large plantation in Georgia. There were negroes in the cotton fields which surrounded the big. well kept colonial home. There, reading quietly, in the shade of an oak tree was Virginia Braswell. Coming up the walk was the Colonel” himself so we left the master and mistress to their conversation and to their peaceful life, which was very suggestive of the tran- quil, pre-war South! Back to New York. There is an office with secretaries and stenographers on all sides, we saw Mary Mellette, successor to (). O. McIntyre, getting all the New York “gossip” with ef- ficiency equal to that she showed in Montreat. If New York means success, then the class of ’34 i quite successful, for here we found two more of our classmates. Who? None other than Ruth Coleman and Inez Galloway in the Presbyterian Hospital where, as one might expect, Ruth is sup- erintendent of Nurses, and Inez serves as dietition. 'Phe next classmate we found in Hollywood. There in the center of the set we saw Grace Wages, who had scored success, and had surpassed Marie Dressier. Still in California we turned to Stanford Inivcrsity. We could sec Cora Belle Orr. who had attained the position of Dean, and Louise Crawford, the Latin professor. Louise was pacing the floor and her “sermon” went something like this: “Cora Belle, you know you’re working too hard ; you just must rest, or you’re going to lose—. Since we knew it would be her “voice” Cora Belle would lose, we hurried on. 'Phis time we turned to Annapolis where we saw Sarah Bur- rows. Now Sarah had married a professor at the Naval Acad- emy only five years ago today, and they seemed to be still honeymooning Turning the dial to another number, we were surprised to find our old pal in Chicago. Surely she couldn’t be a gang- ster! But what’s that? Outside of Chicago’s largest Opera House we read, flashing on and off. the following sign: “Jessie Lee Bcamguard. Famous Dramatic Artist. Makes First Per- sonal Appearance Here Tonight. Even though she is in great demand, she always keeps Thursday evenings free to hear Rudy Yallee’s program. Pile next scene was in Florida where we saw Erin Turner, head of the largest Kindergarten in the South, surrounded by many bright faced children. Ah. another of our classmates, Mildred Chandler, and she seemed to be engrossed in blue prints. We weren’t surprised to find that her Art Gallery had overflowed and these were plans for a larger and more modern one. You know she now devotes all of her time to the collecting of Concert Artist’s por- traits. At that moment Becky turned off the machine saying. Well that’s that! From New York to California, and from Alex- ander to Wages.” Yes, but you skipped Means, Kirby, Greenwood, and Hampton.” “Right you are, but, they don’t seem to be around!” Let me look in the foreign files. Y'es, here is Hampton. Her office is 1275 London Times Building, London, England. O. K., let’s go across the Atlantic. Ah. here we arc at the door. D ok! Miss Bertha Jean Hampton, Editor-in-Chici of the “London Times”! Not bad, so let’s go in. Sh! there she is checking proofs, but she is entirely too busy to be bothered with us, so let’s be traveling. Who’s next? “Georgia Greenwood—Missionary—one hundred and fifty miles south east of Yarkard, China. YVhee. she’s been places, let’s follow. Here we go. Paris, Moscow, Yarkard, and here we arc. Do you see her? No—yes, there, see that group of natives? She is in the center. Don’t they look happy? and Georgia seems to be equal- ly as happy as she is making them.” “She surely docs, but where do we go from here? “To Sunny Italy, and guess who is there? “Nellye Means and—of course, but l« ok, the maid is speak- ing to some visitors, telling them that the couple have gone to Rome for a short visit, to rest. Well, we won’t follow; we know they are happy.” “And from this warm land we go to—. The North Pole, and it’s just time for our weekly report from Addic Mae Kirby’s expedition. Look! we’re ten minutes late: she’s talking now, listen. YVe arc recording climatic conditions here at the pole, and hope in the near future to have some definite comments to make regarding our idea that the land of the world is gradually moving southward. So until next week at this time, good night.” “Good night Kirby. Now where do we go from here? “To WORK!” CLASS PROPHET’S. Miriam Altec and Becky Seafler.