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

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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)

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Interior, Gaither Hall Chapel The Living Room in the Dormitory 25 The Dean's Ofiice