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

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well, Julia Harris, Betty Brown, Nina James, Viola Webster, and Ruth Jean Marvin. Because we had learned a little more about this business of getting an education, our second year was somewhat more success- ful than our first. Then our third year came. We were the Jolly Juniors and tried to live up to our name. Again we lost a few mem- bers, but in their places we welcomed these: Patsy Smith, June Ritchie, Beth Hayes, Phyl- lis Brown, Virginia Kallam, Bessie Jane Lynch, Lewellyn Cain, Elizabeth Scott, Mary Milne, and Priscilla Noyes. Our Junior year was the most successful thus far. Under the leadership of our beloved sponsor. Miss Por- ter, we worked hard but still had time to have loads of fun. At the end of this year we all came out feeling ready, willing, and able to face our last year with courage, confidence and as- surance, and to make it our very best. At last it arrived—the year we had anticipated so long. Our Senior Year. We were on the final lap of our journey up the Road of Knowl- edge. As before, we received new members in our midst. These were: Paulina Wenz, Mary Redding, Helen Cain, Helen Hardie, Janet Carlisle, Mary Bauman, and Louise Goodman. Again we had Miss Porter for our sponsor and she again led us through a happy, successful year. At the end we came out with flying colors to receive the diplomas for which we had worked four long years. And now that we have attained that goal we will press on to the greater goals on the Highway of Life. —Eloise Miller, Historian. tCL CLIlIl at all the frightened little school girls. She had been disappointed in love and there- fore had come back to take up a solitary ex- istence and wreck vengeance upon Montreat which she blamed for her state. On the way back to my seat I saw Janet Carlisle who had become A. R. Bauman, Jr.'s private secretary. What a woman! Next on the program I was pleasantly sur- prised to see Priscilla Noyes, a cello soloist, accompanied by Paulina Wenz at the piano. Having a headache I went to the infirmary only to be greeted by Cora Sapp standing guard in Miss Bedinger's place. Being so fortunate in such a short time, I stuck around a while longer in hopes that my good luck would continue. It did. When I went to the real estate agent's place I met his wife—none other than the former Caro- lyn Frame. In conversation it came out that two of our classmates had gone to far dis- tant climes. Mary Milne had returned to her beloved Scotland, married the head of the McGregor Clan and was bringing up her children on The Scots wha hae wid Wallace bled, and Ye flowerin' braes o' Bonnie Doon. Helen Hardie had returned to Brazil as a missionary, often returning to the States to lecture on her experiences. For an entire month my stay returned nothing but useless search. In desperation I ventured out for a little entertainment. It was the last time for, lo and behold, the worm had turned and Teenie Goodman had turned into Tremendous Goodman, the fat lady in a circus. I had to climb a rope lad- der hung from her neck to hear what she was saying. She greatly relieved my trou- bled mind by telling me of Helen Cain and Mary Redding who were both happily mar- ried in their respective home towns. At last my stay came to an end, for upon my return to my cottage I found the superin- tendent of my former abode ready to return me to said place. On the v ay out we saw numerous trucks loaded with sand and shells entering the gate. We stopped the last of these and discovered that some Bennett lady was coming and bringing part of Vir- ginia Beach with her so the family wouldn't get homesick. —Isabelle Carter, Class Prophet. 27

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(£ at Witt (Put czHiitorij Q I E, the Senior High School Class of the W Montreat College, Montreat, N. C., be- ing of unsound minds, do hereby declare this to be our last Will and Testament. We do first bequeath our most treasured possession, Miss Elizabeth Leigh Porter, to Mr. James Lawrence Bennett. We do hereby bequeath to Miss McElroy, Virginia Ham hoping it will mix with Georgia Bacon. I, Mary Bauman, do hereby bequeath to Peggy Dennis my athletic ability to turn a somersault, and to Elizabeth Woods my fem- inine charms and my ability to keep my mouth shut. I, Helen Cain, do hereby bequeath to Gen- eva Higgins my red hair, and to Mary Har- man my shortness. I, Janet Carlisle, do hereby bequeath to Bette Brown my northern accent. I, Isabelle Carter, do hereby bequeath to Lucy Dean Wham a portion of my immeas- urable height and a lady-like voice. I, Sarah Clark, do hereby bequeath to Jean Cartwright my feminism, and to Dora Hayes my athletic ability. I, Carolyn Frame, do hereby bequeath to Ann Williams my un-surpassed amount of energy, and to Martha Guy my sharp nose. I, Louise Goodman, do hereby bequeath to Adelaide Bardin my ability not to study. I. Helen Hardie, do hereby bequeath to Patricia Piatt my black hair. I, Eloise Miller, do hereby bequeath to Marjorie Lucas my dignity. I, Mary Milne, do hereby bequeath to Mary Wynne Williams my love for Scotland. I, Priscilla Noyes, do hereby bequeath to Isbell Ager my peculiar ability to keep quiet. I, Mary Redding, do hereby bequeath to Dorothy Colvin my large frame. I, Cora Sapp, do hereby bequeath to Louise Porcher my loud mouth, and to Edna Robin- son my love for French. I, Elizabeth Scott, do hereby bequeath to Virginia Douglas my lovely hair and happi- ness. I, Patsy Smith, do hereby bequeath to Har- vison Smith my lack of sarcasm, and to Mar- garet Thompson my love for Latin. I, Paulina Wenz, do hereby bequeath to Aileen Conley my precise curls. ACK in 1934, we, the dignified Seniors, were only a small group of Freshmen, composed of these girls: Katherine Jenkins, Nell Cook, Elizabeth Chedester, Sara Clark, Cora Sapp, Kay Frame, and Eloise Miller, who started out on the Road of Knowledge, which seemed to stretch endlessly before us. During our first year we were more inclined to play than to work and as a result had quite a struggle. At the beginning of our Sophomore year we lost two from the old class, but these were added to our number: Isabelle Carter, Jane Walton, Ruth Alexan- der, Doris Mann, Vivian Bair, Edward Max- Wehlox Cl WAS in an insane asylum. Suddenly there came a thundering in my brain and, being filled with a desire to see my classmates, I slipped out and started for my former stamping grounds. Finally I arrived at Montreat and while passing The Store I was halted by a burst of melodious laugh- ter drifting from above. It was Eloise Miller who, with her husband and six little boys, had taken over the grocery business. Well, even back in the good ole days she was in- rlining that way. We conversed for a while, and then I trudg- ed to the dorm to be met at the door by a robust, matronly young woman who gave the appearance of being head of my Alma Mater. She was, and tee hee, it was Sarah Clark who just couldn't leave Montreat and was taking Dean Spencer's place while that good one went abroad for a well-earned va- cation. That evening (Saturday) for entertainment, what should it be but an orchestra-- Bau- man's Beautiful Belles. it was a splendid program with Elizabeth Scott giving operatic selections as a vocal attraction. In the midst of the music there was a disturbance in the rear and upon investigation it was—Bless my soul—Patsy Smith shaking her lorgnette 26

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Jin fRftunrium A friend of Montreat's has wakened from the dream we call life into the reality of eternity. At Mr. Dorsey's death, our loss was great, but his gain even greater. We mourn our loss, for he was a friend of long standing and one whom we valued because of his interest in the college and in each of its students. To each of us it was a personal loss which cannot soon be for- gotten. 28