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

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CJolUgs (WilL, Continued name to 'Woodie,' and her little flower seals to 'Katie.' 'Searsucker' Coe declares she is going to start life all over again so reluctantly wills her affection for rest to Attie, and her intim- acy with onions to Ellie Davis. Laura Mae Brown doesn't look the same since she willed her pride in the 'M' Club to 'Segars' and her black boxes to 'Little Bit' Albertson. Is the expression on Margaret Turner's face due to the thought of seeing home folks or the satisfaction on being willed Agnes' pro- lific pen. 'Composure midst the gang on the school bus,' read Agnes' will to Doris Hodges.'' Why is Ida Martin acting so dignified? Oh, Sara Adams willed her the grading pen- cil. No wonder she is acting sophisticated. There is 'Magilicuttie' eating candy and waiting for the bus; Lennie willed her the right to handle the sweets. Don't let me forget that Elizabeth Hall wants to will her top curlers to Minna Rolfe and her collec- tion of lizzards to Juanita Beck and Flora Fisher to be divided absolutely equally. Jigger, instead of bothering about a will, why don't you just hand the bottle of Dr. Schell's ingrown toenail cure to Georgia Bradford. She might need it this very week, and I'll see that Elaine Williams gets your love of studies delivered in ample time for '37-'38. There stands Simpson trying to will her calmness to Marguerite Cato. The pleas- ant expression on Shirley's face is due to Nellie's generosity in giving her a formal statement of a monopoly on the bathroom mirror. Who is playing the piano amidst all this confusion? Allene is practicing so she will be able to entertain the High School girls as competently as 'Booford' has done this year, and Dot Buchanan received 'Booford's' love for waiting on tables. Isn't that just too sweet for words? Here comes 'Ginnie' Smith already mak- ing use of that 'Band Box' appearance willed her by Louise Kelly, and Dot Sloan is trying to take the delight in seeing 'home folks' v ith as much suppressed joy as Louise her- self. 'Nannie' has already delivered her 'bobby pins' to Helen McGowan and left me an order to deliver her petitness to Ruth Bispham in the will. Watch Cornelia Brown show Daisy Mor- ris Wilson how to acquire that innocent ex- pression and at the same time trying to tell Belle she can have her nickname 'Brownie' for '37-'38. Why, Niblock, why the angelic expres- sion? Is that all the result of Harriet Walk- up's willing you her quiet little manner? Tell me, is Marietta seriously considering Harriet's nonchalant manner? Here comes 'Heggy' late as usual. We know wise 'Liz' willed 'Hegg' her privilege of being late to supper, but does this include the word 'everything'? Wasn't it swell of 'Liz' to will the school the precedent of an annual? Here, it is only ten o'clock and there sits Boney eating a lunch. Oh, I almost forgot, Suttle willed her the privilege! What on earth are Betsy Ross and Marjorie Miller do- ing? Drawing! Nice of Flora Gordon to will these two her ability, wasn't it? Janet Bernice Steel, please stop that rack- et! We know Lois willed you her voice, but it is to be delivered later. I guess you know Lois willed Hattie her ability to scale the height of a 'triple decker'? Well, I guess they're off, and so now we can rest! Let's get a bite to eat. Having willed her ability to 'place people' to Eleanor Lewis, Gladys ran off to find Eleanor Bar- nett and Georgie Langley in order to endow them with her ability in mounting double deckers. Poor Ruth Gillis, all ready to get on the bus, first took time in willing her ability to keep practice school children from counting buttons on her dress to Vera Stroup and Louise Vernon. Look who's here, Eleanore Chenoweth, late; having already willed her unbroken at- tendance and record of being on time to everything to Mildred Camdem, and her rheumatism to Lula McAuley. Whee! — My will is simply this—that someone else please get these notes in de- cent order to present as a legal last will and testament of the Senior College Class of Montreat College, together with their intim- acy with Shakespeare to the worthy Junior College Class. —Signed: Harriet Brown.

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IQS? Cottzcjz ON one of these lazy days of which you hear so much in the tropics, I was sail- ing in a flat-bottomed boat on the Nile deep into the heart of Africa, where I had often yearned to be. Now that I was here, how- ever, on this slow-moving boat with only a maiden aunt for company, I began to wonder if Africa was going to be worth all my dreams. Where was the mystic charm which is supposed to prevail on the black con- tinent? , and why had I left home? These thoughts roamed through and through my head—all of a sudden there was a jar, and I was knocked off of the blanket on which I was lying. This would probably not have shaken me out of my drowsy state had it not been for the raving of the natives on board. Hoping the cause of their yells would prove to be something exciting, I rolled over and looked around. The sight that met my eyes was far better than I had ever hoped, for in front of me was a boat on which was a white girl. There was some- thing familiar about the way the girl stood, the way her hands were placed on her hips, but thinking I was seeing a mirage (about which my aunt had often warned me, for hats were still the banes of my exist- ence) I stood gazing at this wonderful sight until my failing brain finally registered the fact that I might find out whether or not she spoke English. As I went closer to the edge of the boat, she seemed to become more familiar, and my mind began groping for her name (and I knew my aunt's threat had descended on me.) Groom was the first word that I thought of. but I knew no one by that name; then Bride flashed into my brain, and suddenly I knew that it was none other than Ellen Lee Bridewell who confront- ed me. Well, there comes a time in every young girl's life when she is rendered speechless, and this was my time. Soon, however, Ellen Lee was transferred to my beat and we began talking over old times. Speaking of our classmates of '37 back in Montreat started us wondering what had become of them, and so- we began swap- ping stories. First telling me hers, I learned that Ellen Lee had gone from our Alma Mater to the Assembly Training School and from there had immediately gone out to Africa. During her vacations at home, she had toured from church to church and had received news of many of the old girls. First she told me how Margaret Tucker had become a radio star, she is the Bright Child of the air from whom we had been learning so many of the bright sayings of the day. Cornelia Wolfe is covering all the remote spots of the earth searching for animals with Arnold Jr. and Sr., in her work. Isa had now be- come a multi-billionaire—she invested her money in a chicken farm and not only raised chickens but taught them singing lessons (the whistling hen has nothing on her!) Sara Adams is now on the screen and Step-and-Fetchit certainly feels the compe- tition he is receiving from the one and only Run-and-get-it. Laura Altman has established a life-long career for herself, for she has undertaken the task of teaching the colored people of the islands around Charleston to speak But- ter-Geachie. L. Anderson is the traveling companion of Mrs. lone It, and has been to many distant parts of the universe. L. Casada is playing the harp in Hans Kindler's Symphony Orchestra and it is ru- mored that even the strings are made of gold. As the boat slowly glided up the green waters of the Nile, we continued our gossip. Ellen Lee informed me that she was just returning from the Olympic games, and that there she had found Mary Beckett, who was winner of the pole vaulting contest. That was surprise enough, but she quite took my breath away by informing me that Harriet Brown is Madame Browne, world famous milliner who is taking Paris by storm with her new creations. The next person we thought of was Cor- nelia Brown, and this time I contributed the bit of information, for I had been to Atlanta recently and met Brownie on the street. She herself had told me about the salve she had invented that would take away pain from smashed fingers, so Bill's (who's an ar- chitect) contractors can carry on. (These helpful wives!) Mildred Coe couldn't decide whether to marry or become a school teacher and so she flipped a coin to decide the fatal ques- tion. It turned tails, so Mildred is teaching (Continued on Page 29)