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

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Upper left—The Entire Cast; Upper right -The Fools; Center—The Players; Lower Left—Queen of the May and Court; Lower right—The Canterbury Pilgrims. Vl a ij LZ u May Day in Montreat was celebrated by the presentation of a Chaucerian Festival. The festival began with the village people gathering in the Market Place and proclaim- ing the coming of the Canterbury Pilgrims. After their arrival, a herald appeared in the distance and the villagers sang She Comes, Our Radiant Queen. The Queen and her Court approached the West Gate of the Mar- ket Place v here the King met the Queen, and they proceeded to the throne. Upon their arrival at the throne the Queen was crowned. After this, various kinds cf enter- tainments were furnished by different groups: the Garland Girls performed their dance; ihe Mummers presented Mystery Plays; the Par- doner told his tale; the Fools entertained with their nonsensical play; the Hoop danc- ers ran and danced. In the midst of these festivities, it was found necessary to sen- tence to the stocks a tradesman who had short-changed his customers. Following this interruption, the Spanish Dancers presented a lovely dance. The May Pole Dance crowned the day's events, and the pageant ended with the Recessional. Queen of the May—Ila May James. King—Mary Bauman. Train Bearers—Mary Lucile Guess and Sara McDougle. Crown Bearer—Dana Burke Dillian. Ladies of the Court — Jeanne Porter, Su- zanne Cagle, Martha Guy, Carolyn Frame, Jean McEachem, Nancy Holler. Gentlemen of the Court—Elizabeth John- ston. Thelma Hinkle. Harvison Smith. Helen Hardie, Margarette Cato. Edna Leonard. 19

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Miss Smith, Sponsor Nancy Holler, Elizabeth McClelen, Harriet Brown, Mary Ruth O'Quinn, Janet Steele, Ernestine Foulke, Miss Smith, Edna Leonard, Isa Clay, Cornelia Wolfe, Sarah Clark, Laura Altman, Laura Mae Brown. U xamatia (2tu(j Miss Hoyt, Sponsor Sara Adams, Lillian Albertson, Laura Altman, Frances Boney, Georgia Bradford, Ellen Lee Bridewell, Annabelle Brown, Harriett Brown, Laura Mae Brown, Dorothy Buchanan, Katherine Burleson, Jessie Carmichael, Jean Cartwright, Elizabeth Cheek, Isa Clay, Aileen Conley, Ellie Davis, Betty Elmore, Carolyn Fishbume, Louise Good- man, Martha Guy, Mary Harmon, Geneva Higgins, Margaret Hill, Doris Hodges, Nancy Holler, Ila Mae James, Sara Jones, Eleanor Lewis, Marjorie Lucas, Marjorie Miller, Jeanne McEachern, Helen McGowan, Sarah Niblock, Roy Ellen Osborne, Caro- line Perry, Patricia Piatt, Louise Porcher, Mary Rolfe, Ellen Segars, Estelle Sellers, Margaret Thompson, Margaret Tucker, Margaret Turner, Mariella Walker, Harriett Walkup, Paulina Wenz, Shirley Wilkes, Anne Williams, Martha Woodson. 18

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; nioz± C f HE first page of our history as a class I was written on a traditionally rainy day when we entered Montreat as strangers from widely scattered points—from New York to Florida and from North Carolina to Louisiana we came. College life was new, different. We felt like adventurers with new worlds to conquer—new worlds in which we were to fight our own battles and win our own victories without the watchful care of our families. ''New occasions teach new duties we soon learned. In a very short time we were familiar with the dishpans in the dining room and the closet of mops and brooms. We met Anne in Psychology class, and, later, Tanks” in History of Education. (We think she must be Miss Spencer's Emile. ) In the Science Lab. we were introduced to the pickled snakes and lizzards and to the fact that Ontogeny is a brief recapitula- tion of phylogeny. Miss Hoyt disillusioned us about Parson Weems' story that the Father of Our Country cut down the cherry tree in his callow youth, and pointed out the interesting material in Schelesinger's New View Points in American History. We learned that the way to Miss Jordan's heart was to show affectionate appreciation of Josephine, a large, very aristocratic black cat. Ere long we knew that whatever else we might do or not do, we were not to be tardy to Miss Watkins' English class or to neglect reading Shippard. The election of our class president was a memorable one, for we chose Mary Ruth O'Quinn who led us determinedly from washing windows to swell our coffers to a graceful procession out of Gaither Hall chapel behind the Seniors at Commence- ment. Never once did she falter—on we went with her from one adventure to an- other. As the days flew by we found that Mrs. Anderson knew more about the class than we did and that Dr. Anderson, too, had a surprising way of reminding us of things about which we supposed him to be un- conscious. Since we were here when Miss Doggett left, we proudly told the incoming Juniors that we were old-timers. Another import- ant event in the school history was the com- pletion of Gaither Hall. With great pride we pointed out the fact that we were among the first to have classes in the new build- ing. Our history would be incomplete if men- tion were not made of unlawful midnight feasts which were seasoned with frequent pauses to listen for approaching footsteps. Space should be given to Hikes—those long rambles up to Rainbow Terrace with supper around the flickering camp fire, and the myriad lights of the town below us wink- ing like so many friendly stars. Then v as the never-to-be-forgotten moonlight hike up Lookout with Miss Porter as chaperone. Not soon will we forget the hikes up Graybeard, up where the galax is greenest and the sky the bluest. Our Senior year has been so full of elec- tions that we feel like veteran voters. There was the election of our new class president —Cornelia Brown, and the other officers who have aided her so efficiently. Class elections were followed by others. Before we realized it, we were helping select a new Student Body president, and turning over our offices to the rising Senior Class. Here a note of sadness crept into our gay song—the end of our two years was almost here. Besides the gay memories there are vis- ions of Trig books and of the sixteen mil- lion times we had to conjugate avoir. Miss Watkin's emphaticness about becom- ing thoroughly familiar with Chaucer, puz- zled us until we learned that May Day was to be centered about the Canterbury Pil- grimage. Thanksgiving is always an outstanding day in our Social Calendar, but this year it was different. We felt an undercurrent of excitement, the cause of which we were un- able to locate until classes were resumed the following week. A new interest was manifested in French class, and no eyes wandered from the Professeur—for upon Miss Porter's hand flashed a huge diamond. These are only a few incidents from the history of our two years of work and fun together. The real history is written in our hearts. —Ellen Lee Bridewell, Class Historian. 20