Peace College - Lotus Yearbook (Raleigh, NC)

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L Reel an il cake walk. Tliey n« head waiter, who comes l,p here. .■?vrr ' .., i ' has a ru.sf. er saw ( except .)•»«). I kiss in to hai ,e a ease, don ' t vuti Vuu would have .lieil laughing t.j see ihem thmce tlio Vii were rich specimens of those days I tell you espL-cially up from Goldsboro every year to help out. Say. did you ever have a case on a girl ' Its all the I ' in crazy about the dearest, sweetest, darlingest, girl ' her gootl night every night, and lots in between Its sii think so ? The A. M. boys gave us a serenade last night and. at the first yell, the girls all made a dead rush for the front verandas — and .vc did Mr. Dinwiddic. Of course you can ' t blame the girls for wanting to hear a serenade, and I suppose we ought not to blame Mr, Dinwiddie for not enjoying them: for he loves to go to bed at half past nine o ' clock, and thev ilo not alw ' ays respect his hours. But its loads of fun to Mi to be serenaded Sat n till one o ' clock night before last studying for that horrid i)hy.sic.s t-xaniination- Dun ' t reckun I ' ll g-. I... bed at all to-night I hate exams. Don ' t you ' Vuur uld chum. Rai.kigh. X ( ' , Octiiber 31st. IQ04 My Darling 0 ' .-— At last I am a Junior and I am having the time of my life— or I had it last week. Even if we do ha e [o study hanl. we have grand old times up here. Last week was fair week Well, you know Uncle Frank was chief marshal, so that made it swell for me. On Wednesday I rode in great state to the fair grounds in the carriage heading the parade and I tell you I felt like somebody. Thursday, four or five of us girls went out together and we had a dandy time l)umming around. Our chaperone was perfectly grand. But listen! child. Thursday night I ivent to the inarsliol ' .s ho!!. Oh. I shall never forget the time I had — stunning, no name for it. I got some regalias, too Scho .l girls do have g .od times. I don ' t care what some of them say. We arc a happy crowd ui here Dun ' t you belie e it ' Suppose you come and see. Peace, February loth, igo5 Mv l or!ni i .,r; ,--We miss you terribly this year, but you may ' thank ynur lucky stars you are missing these junior examinations. Honestly, they are the very bane of my existence. I fear I shall be grey-headed and wrinkled when next you see me, if 1 have to stand many more like that on Junior English to-day. It was the toughest I ' ve ever stood, just miserable! I sat up till three o ' clock night before last studying for it, crouched down at mv closet under chairs and lilankets to hide the candle I skipped to Jane ' s room one night last week during studv liour and was liarciy seated before some one knocked — If vou remember hnw we u.scd to kick o cr chairs anil tables

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since the Hrst three weeks of strangeness, though some of the girls still g(i mnj.mg aroiunl Hke sick kittens. I feel sorry for them ami I ' m so glad am satisfied Miss Nannie, the Lady Principal, took us out to A. M. to dress parade Friday and vc had such a glorious time. I never saw so many boys and my! — not every one of them is a handsome fellow — some were real cute thovigh. I tell you what, we behaved like regular grown-ups (when Miss Xannie was looking): I won ' t say icliat we did when her eye was in another direction. Honestly, Lizzie, I have ucirr yd seen anylhing to e iual the- rats u]j here — ihcy are as big as cats. Last night after light hell one abominable little thmg — l»ig thing. I mean — got on the table to eat some cake I had left there: and such rattling of paper you never heard. I could hardly believe it wasn ' t somebody. I got up to light a candle, but of course I stumbled over a rocking chair and went down headlong against the washstand In the meantime two rats ran right over my toes, I gave one awful scream which brought two teachers to the room. They demanded what all that noise meant. It means. I said, that these rats have scared the wits out of me, and I can ' t sleep. Of course we can ' t say anything to Mr. Dinwiddie about the rats because he ' d be sure to say, If you girls would listen to me and not have so much mess to eat lying around, the rats wouldn ' t bother you. But I believe I would rather have cake and rats than neither, so. please send me some cake just as soon as you get this letter Your fond and faithful friend. Raleigh. X. C. Septemlier 15th. 1903. .Wv Siccclcst Mary: — School has opened again and you can ' t imagine hi w good it seems to have been here before and to know some of the girls. Do you realize that I am a Sophomore this year ' It was just great — seeing the old girls again. You never saw so much hugging and kissing in your life. We girls do have a grand time after we get over our homesick stage, I shall never forget how one of the girls in our class last year cried from sunrise till sunset (and even later I heard). She says mnc. homesick is not in her vocabularv + The old girls gave a reception to the new girls last week and such a time as wf had ' It really is amusing to watch the new girls — when you are not a new girl yourself. Say. don ' t you want to come to Peace ' Better come: we are going to have tht- most l)nlliant Senior Class in the history of this school — won ' t you ioin us ' We ' 11 take our sheepskins in 1906 — A long time off I tell you. Write soon to Your loving friend. Peace, February 23d. 1904 Dearest Old Mary:- — We had svich a scrumptuous time last night. One of the societies entertained on George Washington ' s Birthday. Everybody was dressed in colonial style. and if you had happened in you would have recognized all of the great men and ladies of that time. I was Lafayette Several of the girls were blacked and thty made the dandiest negroes you et-er saw.

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trying to get in the closet, under the bed ut behind the screen many a time last year, you ' ll know what happened next. In a few seconds Jane called. Come. as if nothing had hap- pened, and in icalkcd — the duly teacher. She seated herself in the rocker, and settled down for a long chat. Same old story of prolonged misery from sufiFocation ami cramj — then the final surrender, for which I had to report Absent from dut ' It ' s a mess the way someljody catches you every time you try to have any fun. There ' s the light bell so I must stop. Vour best and dearest friend. Pi-:. ,. October lotli, jrave and re erc the same old sti the Senior Class igo5. r— Stll .1 v Per (;ertriidc:—Can y Hi bcUevc ihal ;im at last a j Lots of the ol.l girls are back and lots of them are missing, but it ' s and stand examinations. There are jxist half a dozen girls in but we are doing our best to uphold the Class dignity. I tell you what, we don ' t fail to enjoy our privileges. It ' s a-orlli four voars to be allowed to go like we do. Don ' t you rememlier what an exquisite feeling of importance you hail when Miss Xannie called your Senior Class in and gave you yotir privileges? I must confess u-e fell like the chosen race that day. For there is a joy imtold in 1 ] ulled or your pictures taken without a teacher looking on There is just as much casing as ever in school — possibly i on that as the failing of the Freshs and Sophs. Of course, ice ness any more. We had all manner of fun initiating the new girls this ye jiretty green to begin with, however .ible to ha ' ■ vour teeth the Senior Chiss looks idulge in such foolish- We are learning a about Rousseau. Pestalozzi, Sfn in Pedagogy. We are the wisdom of the school I can ass With much love and manv kisses, Vuur fond frien.l, Pi-:. CE. Ma ftearcsl Katie Lee. l am almost dead from working on the Annu; to get out a dandy this year. Our brains have been so much mixed ii work, I dare say we shall have difficulty in extricating ourselves. Being a Senior isn ' t so much fun, after all. is it Fresh, work is harder; Junior, tough, but Senior, no name for it It s a rush from bell (often before and after, but the teachers don ' t know it ) I can assure you we make good use of our privileges. We are not lehol v unknoun at the drug store (as to that, you ' 11 recall your own experience I suspect). Heretofore we could occasionally smuggle pickle, but a-lack-a-day SV or, ' .- must not soil their palates with the unwhnlesomeness of sour things. So wc drown our woes in drinks — at the soda fountain onfusion oph , still till light