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

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Page Four THE SUN DIAL Montreat College I. Elinor Miller, do will to Nancy Fontaine a share of my unceasing love and admiration for dear ol' Virginia, “the place where I was born. and to Cornelia Brown my hearty love and appetite for doughnuts at Mr. Dorsey’s store. 1, Laurie Reynolds, do hereby will to Annie Reid Wilkes my remarkable ability to always have something to say, and to Bunny Alexander, my unfailing habit of making breaks. 1. Vivian Shaw, do will to 1 la May James my experiences as psychology teacher and hope she will always know her les- sons. To Mary Beckett. 1 bequeath my love for Josephine. to inspire her to greater and nobler deeds. I. imogene Stepp, will to Nancy Nelson my excess flesh, and to Margaret Sanders I leave all of my love letters, so that she may learn the technique. I, Alice Ellington, will to Leonora Anderson my wonder- ful ability to translate French and to Nedra Deans my musical voice. 1, Elizabeth Fleming, do hereby will and bequeath to Gladys Cross my old Home Economics recipes, hoping that they will be of much aid when ‘‘Harris” comes along. I. Elsie Hartfield, leave to Martha Monroe my package of eighty-seven blue letters (hoping they inspire you as they did me), and to Connie Perry I leave my senior privileges (you won't find them with a microscope, though). I. Blanche Hall, do will to Laura Altman my reputed Senior dignity. (How's that for a starter, little sister?).. I. Etta Hubbard do hereby will to Ruth Severson, my little sister, my ability to interpret Miss Hoyt's history lecture notes. 1, Elizabeth Hight, do hereby will and bequeath to Mildred Hale my somber disposition. To Margaret Tipton 1 leave my quiet ami submissive nature. I, Estelle Isenhour, do hereby will to Roy Ellen Osborne my great scientific ability, in the hope that she will be able to prove whether roosters lay eggs. To Peggy Porter I will my magnifying glasses, so that she will be sure to see her Senior privileges. I, Nelle Jackson, will to Eleanor Chcnoweth my willing- ness to cooperate and to Mildred Coe my class spirit. 1, Lou Ada Jay roe, do hereby will and bequeath to Caroline Heriot my ability to get to Miss Watkins’ English classes on time and also my authoritative window-gazing while in those classes. I. Faye Smith, do bequeath to Natalie Tom bras my ability to look cheerful on all occasions, and to Sara Elizabeth Jones my position as P. C. at Montreat. To both of them 1 be- queath my uncontrollable love for mince meat pie. I, Mary Stowe, will to Marietta Walker and to Helen Dav- enport my various and numerous Senior privileges with the sincerest hopes that they will not completely spoil them. I. Cariotta Sanders, do will to my “little sisters, Sarah Adams and Frances Humphrey, my place on the bus en route to and from old Virginia. I. Florence Wardrep, do will to Nell Sarles my ability to be a Fairy and my strange powers of coordination and sinis- trality. To Margaret Bower, my Yankee little sister. 1 will my love for Tennessee, hoping that she will continue to make her Tennessee roommate happy. 1. Ruby Wheeler, do will and bequeath to Lillie Mac Cous- ins my immense understanding, hoping that it will never ven- ture any farther from her head than it is already. I. Nell Wilson, do bequeath to my “little sisters, Margaret Ramscur and Lois Cassady, the faithful old shoes that 1 hope will serve them as bedroom slippers. There will be one for each of you. 1, Sadie Hall Woodruff, leave to Elizabeth Holler my abil- ity to get to places on time, thus avoiding the rush in order to get a front row seat. To Louise Kelly, I leave the joy of ex- pecting my relations” every Sunday and on special holidays. To both of them, I leave my greatest accomplishment of “goose Stepping. and hope this will inspire them to take the higher walk of life. I, Mary Delle Wilkins, do hereby will to Nellie Simpson the key to the costume room, hoping she will get as much pleas- ure as I have gotten from visiting the room at all hours of the day or night, and 1 assure Nellie there will be no time when she will be without a new spring hat. I, Mary Elizabeth Gibert. do hereby will my good sense of balance to Frances Rodman, and my password in Miss Wat- kins' class— 1 don’t know —to Ida Lyle. I, Peggy Sloop, do hereby will to my big little sister. Mary Ruth O'Quinn, my ravenous appetite with which I can eat and not gain. To Laura Mae Brown 1 do will my innumerable freckles to complete her collection. 1. Ruth Pcniand, do hereby will to Sarah Rudisill my ability to concentrate on my lessons and to Jessie Gouge 1 be- queath my ability to put off 'till tomorrow what I should do today. Signed: Adelaide Brown, Class Lrnvyer. -----------o----------- SENIOR COLLEGE CLASS PROPHECY It was my first vacation, and I was making a tour of New York. I entered the newly opened restaurant just off Broadway, and who do you think greeted me?—Mildred Knox, the new proprietor—Mildred Knox, whom 1 hadn't seen for ten years, not since we had left Montreat. Of course we immediately be- gan to talk of our Dear Old Alma Mater. Mildred told me that Nancy Boyd was her assistant and that Frances Cunning- ham was their hostess. I was thrilled at seeing three of my old associates at one time, but the surprise had only begun. When the floor show began, the master of ceremonies stepped forth and announced, Ladies and Gentlemen, tonight we are presenting for the first time in New York the latest sensation in tap dancers. For the past twelve months she has held all Europe spellbound with her fast dancing. May 1 present Miss Adelaide Brown and her manager, Robert --------. ’ Well, 1 finally got seated and Mildred and 1 began to talk. She told me that she had received a card from Miss Wat- kins, who was touring England, with Bill Shakespeare and M jss Lord as chaperons. Peggy Sloop was now dean at a Girls’ school on an Indian Reservation in Oklahoma. She was liking it just fine.” And Laurie Reynolds—Oh! She has made a great success as a social service worker in the slums of Norfolk. Virginia. She did a wonderful work last win-tcr. Nancy came and relieved Mildred. She told me that Nan- nette Choate ran a smart Dress Shoppe just off Park Ave. where people had individual clothes designed. She showed me a clipping announcing the marriage of Miss Carolyn Allan, beautiful professional model for the Odor- less Perfume Company to Count No-Count. The wedding took place at the “Little Church off Times Square.' By this time I was so anxious to learn about the rest of my dear school mates that Adelaide and I, for she had joined us after the performance, decided to go to the fortune teller around the corner. He had us give him a list of names that we wished to know about. After this he gave us a queer kind of tea to drink and re- peated over and over to us the list of names. Finally I lost

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THE SUN DIAL Page Three Montreat College SENIOR COLLEGE CLASS HISTORY It was a dark and dreary day two years ago when we, now the dignified seniors entered the Montreat gate and found opened to us the Road to Learning. Those first few days were days in which for many the beckoning Light of Wisdom burned exceedingly «lini; and reddened eves told of other lures which were gaining ascendency in the mind. Finally, however, the sun shone through; new friends and companions stepped out of the gloom; and we were glad to travel together this Road to Learning. Then it was that we began to fully appreciate that which we had often heard but so seldom understood. There’s no royal road to learning. Even though much of the neces- sary work was duly done by our able president, Virginia Yates, and our sponsor. Miss Hoyt, each of us still had her share to do. Not without results were our well-directed efforts, however. Probably the most brilliant of the results may be judged by our widely lauded Junior-Senior Banquet and our Minstrel. Final- ly, through mountains of work such as six weeks’ tests, demerit slips, term papers, conferences in the office, and exams, we ar- rived at the Alumnae Banquet and at the realization that through hard work competently done we were the seniors. As seniors we walked confidently back onto the ground which the preceding year had seemed so dismal and gloomy. Now memories and associations gave a warm glow to the gloom ; and we were glad to link arms with old pals and take up again our travels on the Road. Seniors not only have their privileges but also their duties to perform; and then it was that we found it was expected of us as Seniors not only to put our work on the highest level, hut to assume a new senior dignity. With Bible charts, practice teaching and Lear papers hanging over one's head to be done immediately, it is no easy task to make one’s work play: but we did our best; and our success could be called great if estimated by the really good” work we did on our Senior Supper or by our great acting in the Senior Play. Of course, there were times when the monster Drudgery hung around our shoulders; but, in spite of him, we played to- gether a great deal. In spite of our playing we have not been entirely oblivious of that other characteristic demanded of seniors, our dignity. This was duly exercised as we welcomed at the beginning of the year the naive freshmen from the distant heights of our newly acquired dignity. Later wc were recognized through our priv- ileges and senior table as the dignified Seniors. Finally, at the Junior-Senior, our little sisters fittingly avowed their deep re- spect for the learned Seniors, and we settled back in recognized dignity to await that crowning event, the diploma. Thus our two years arc ended. We have traveled far on our Road to Learning; and many are the lessons we have learned. But the Light which called us at the beginning of our journey two years ago is still calling as the Light of Wisdom shines far down the Road; and we realize that learning has not ended, but just begun. Carolyn Allan, Class Historian. LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT OF THE SENIOR COLLEGE CLASS—1936 We. the Seniors of Montreat College, Montreat, North Carolina, now find ourselves reflecting on, instead of anticipat- ing, our days at our Alma Mater. Just before we make our final departure, we wish to draw up our last will and testa- ment, being of run-down bodies and terribly abused minds. Wc do first bequeath our most treasured possession, Miss Watkins, to the class of thirty-seven” most worthy of her. To the present junior class we leave our dependability and capability of receiving honors to the extent of being called on to entertain when Montreal is again besieged by males. To Miss Spencer we leave our deep devotion to Tanks,” hoping that some day she will he able to abide her presence and understand our attachment to her. To the town-people of Montreat we leave our hearty appre- ciation of their support in all our endeavors and undertakings. 1. Carolyn Allan, will and bequeath to my little sister, Susan Cooke, my colossal store of excess energy, with the ar- dent desire that there will be no future need for running to classes in Montreat. To my stately kid sister. Elizabeth .vlc- Clelen, 1 hereby will my long flowing locks, feeling quite sure that with such a donation she will have no future need for worry about her dignity. 1, Frances Bowen, hereby will to my little sister, Sadie Lou Nunn, my office hours and my ability to remember where 1 put the keys each day, and to Margaret Tucker my vocal ability. I, Margaret Botts, will to Ernestine Foulkc, my passion for Florida and my long hair, to increase her mermaid appearance. I. Nancy Boyd, do hereby will and bequeath to my little sister, Mary Mays, my extraordinary southern drawl. To Ada Mac Robertson, I leave my ardent admiration and daily use of V ick s.’ I. Martha Reid Bcdingcr, bequeath to Josephine Hyatt my ability to play basketball, and to Harriet Walkup my Biology notes and grades. I. Helen Branch, do will and bequeath to Mary Lang my charming and fitting nick-name of Frog. To Mary Page Kirk I leave my ability to ring bells. I, Adelaide Brown, do hereby will ami bequeath to Flora Gordon my unique ability to call my roommate— Elneeecer, and sincerely hope that she will have better results than I ever had. I, Frances Cunningham, do hereby bequeath my wonderful ability to recite to one of my little sisters, Edna Leonard, and to the other, Ruth Hodck. my ability to lose weight, with the sincerest hopes that she may lose more than I did. I, Ruth Collette, leave to Ellen Lee Bridewell my interest in internes, hoping that she may have more success with them than 1 have had. To Isa Clay I bequeath my worn and dog- cared Sears, Roebuck and Company catalog, which has been a favorite piece of literature of many of the girls, including my- self, during the past year. I. Nannette Choate, do hereby will to my little sister, Ruth McGill, my ability to be Miss Miles' assistant, and to Cornelia Wolfe my ability to have curly locks. I, Opal Danicll, do here will to Sarah Groves my many, many bobby pins” and the patience ( ??) to use them faithfully. I. Lottice Duffcy, do hereby will to my little sister. Hat- riett Brown, my remarkable ability to “gab, anti to Marlise Torrance my excessive supply of freckles. 1, Mildred Knox, do hereby will to my little sister, Mabel Johnson, my short stature and to Lennie Cassada my firm foundation (or number ten shoe). 1, Louise McDavid, do hereby will to my little sister. Kath- erine liustcad, my unusual ability to work all trigonometry problems, hoping that she will not see the hands of the clock move on to 11 p. m., every night while still on one problem. I, Helen McCain, do hereby will to Bud” Prime my poise, which 1 know she will need while singing in Budapest. To Geraldine Key 1 will my ability to eat all I want and not be afraid of gaining. I, Louise McCutchcn, do hereby will to Marion Bass my ability to sleep serenely through both rising bells and then get to breakfast at the hist minute. To Margaret Suttlc I will the ability to go to sleep promptly at 10:30.

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Montreat College THE SUN D I A I Page Five consciousness and began to sec strange blurred pictures. They became clearer and clearer. They were pictures of my school pals as they were today. At Crescent City. Florida, Ruth Collette sat behind an im- posing desk which held little more than the sign. Miss Ruth Collette. Editor-in-Chicf, Sun Due Morning Glory News. In a room just next to her sat Ruby Wheeler poring over a large stack of papers. Oh! I see. She is proof reader. Next I saw Etta Hubbard step up to a microphone and laugh, then step away. The announcer howled. “Ladies and Gentlemen, you have just heard the most renowned authority on laughing in the United States. Miss Hubbard also furnishes the off-stage laughs for more than twenty different theatres.” Hack at Montreat in the usual scat of Miss Gardner, I viewed Frances Bowen announcing to Miss Spencer. Next was the former Sadie Hall Woodruff with the twins, Sadie and Hall. She is married to a prosperous farmer, and goes to town at least once a week. And Mary Dclle Wilkins and Alice Ellington have open- ed a home for Contented Old Maids.” They furnish a good example and plenty of knitting and also arc faithful members of the Sew on Bachelor’s Button Club. ’ Arc my eyes deceiving me? I see a child playing a piano, but there is not a sound. Why, it’s the new noiseless piano Elsie Hartficld has just invented for the pleasure of distracted mothers and dormitory students. In a noisy office with bills ringing at all odd times sat Helen Branch. She is a telephone-television operator in Chi- cago. Who is this I see in a manse in Clinton. S. C.? It is Blanch Hall composing poetry in her spare time. Margaret Botts and Florence Wardrep are still faithful. They have a choir in which Margaret does the playing and Florence the directing. There’s to be a double wedding as soon as Florence makes up her mind. Then I saw Lottice Duffcy with a straight face, for once. The reason is that she is a gag-woman, and she is having an awful time thinking up funny things to say. In Hollywood 1 found Elinor Miller. She has taken Ann Harding's place on the screen and teaches Shirley Temple on the sideline. Faye Smith has at last reached her ambition. She has grad- uated from George Peabody College with her master’s degree and now holds the position of teacher of reading in the seventh grade class at Jackson Reform school. In the strike district of Philadelphia 1 found Elizabeth Fleming as a Red Cross worker. She was supervising a soup kitchen for the unemployed. I saw Opal Danicll as matron of Thornwell Orphanage and doing her own typing along with it. Senator Cariotta Sanders was my next view. She was put- ting her foot down on something and it appeared to be the final of it. Next was the “Wilson Institute and Finishing School for i Girls,” the head, of course, Nell Wilson. Back to Montreal again, with Imogene Steppe replacing Miss Dickinson as librarian. She seems to be having an awful time keeping it cleaned up. In a little country store, leaning over the counter to chat with the customers, was Lou Ada Jayroc. She profited by her | training at Montreat. As private stenographer to the Lieutenant-Governor of S. I C.. Nelle Jackson has made a great success. In fact, she’s in line for promotion to the governor. In Pacolct, S. C., 1 saw the hat shop of Mary and Martha I Stowe. They sell smart, cheap hats. Incidentally, 1 noticed that their own chapeaux came straight from Paris. And Toncic Mclllwaine, too, loves Paris, because Toncic has married a French professor. She corrects all his papers, too. Mary Elizabeth Gibcrt is the skiing champion of the world today, 1 saw. When there is no snow, she devotes her time to life-saving. In Mrs. Riley's place, I found Louise McDavid doing good work in carrying out the well-established custom of pills and nose drops.” On the summit of Grey Beard Mountain Ruth Penland has a camp for girls, with access to Lake Susan for swimming. In Charlotte 1 spied Helen McCain, the head of a chain of beauty shops and director of a beauty school and clinic. She averages two hundred students a year. Elizabeth ilight, seen in Washington, I). C., is a private detective. She solved the “which end should an egg In- broken on mystery and established quite a rcord for herself. Another scientist of note is Estelle Iscnhour. She has just won the Nobel Prize for her discovery that atoms turn upside down when moving instead of around and around or vice versa. Louise McCutchen is the writer of a syndicate column en- titled Experience Will Prove.” She is the most renowned giver of advice to the lovelorn known at present. Just as the pictures began to fade again 1 saw Martha Reid Bedinger on a large rubber plantation in the Belgian Congo. She supervises the whole plantation herself and has a school for the natives also. We returned to the restaurant and told Nancy ami Mildred what we had seen, for both of us had seen exactly the same things. 1 was reluctant to leave them but I knew that I had to be at the hospital to operate at nine o’clock just three days later. My trip to the fortune teller was worth more than all the rest of New York. Vivian Shaw, Senior College Class Prophet. -----------o----------- SENIOR COLLEGE PLAY On May 16 the Senior College Class presented in the An- derson Auditorium a three-act play, ‘The Sleeping Beauty of Loreland. ’I'he cast was as follows Queen .............................. Ruth Collette King ...................................Peggy Sloop Beauty ...............................Elinor Miller Nanny ..............................Laurie Reynolds Bumps .............................Estelle I sen hour Sun Light Fairy ................Florence (Vardrep Black Fairy ........................Elizabeth Hight Rupert ...............................Mildred Knox Tuffy .................................Vivian Shaw Prince Delmar ........................Carolyn d Han The Caretakei Fayt Smith Fairies: Blanch Hall. Louise McDavid. Elsie Hart- field, Helen McCain, Adelaide Brown, Ruby Wheeler. Martha Reid Bedinger. Children: Opal Daniel), Mary Elizabeth Gibert, ami Margaret Botts. The play was very successfully directed by Miss Elizabeth Hoyt and Miss Nannie G. Watkins, sponsor of the Senior class. FAIRIES Fairies white and silver, Dancing by night, White gleams shine about them Like fireflies small and bright. —Ruth Cadbury Richardson. Age 7.