Peace College - Lotus Yearbook (Raleigh, NC)

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slKirt weeks we shall have passcil the last of Mr. StocUani ' s l.e shall also have passed our golden opportunity of getting wisdo me advice to this young Senior Class? J, by all means, and see us take our diplomas (? u-c do). irs in love and devotion, Lily Helen Pair, Hisio

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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

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A ICtttlp Slourupy into % Warih :-S the northbound tram pulled into Mebane, North Caro- lina, on the twelfth day of September, nineteen hun- dred and nine, the passengers on board heard a great clamor, and, on looking out the windows, saw such an excited crowd of people that they immediately Ijegan to scramble for the door of the car, thinking there surely must have been a wreck, or some awful calamity; but on reaching the platform thev discov- ered, from the showers of rice and the promiscuous throwing of old shoes, that it was only a bridal party bidding farewell to Margie and Mr. Blanks, who were off to Chicago on their bridal tour. As the lovely bride and handsome groom step- ped upon the platform. Mrs. Scott could be heard above all others: Now vou must be good to Margie, for you know she has always been my idol. And, Margie, dear child, write me to-night. Yes, mamma, I will; goodbye — good- bye, Sissie, and grandma. With these words she passed into the car, al- though the good-byes and waving of handkerchiefs did not cease until the train was lost to view. Having settled themselves comfortably and purchased The Washington Post, they looked over the columns relating to theatre news, trj ' ing to decide at which place of amusement they would spend the evening. Oh, Jack! let ' s go to the Academv. I have wanted to see The Merchant of Venice played by real actors ever since the Senior Class of 1904 gave it at Peace. So it was agreed that they should go to the Academy of Music. At last the train reaches Greensboro where they change cars for Wash- ington. As thev enter the car of the northbound train, Mr. Blank is startled bv a little scream from Margie, who rushes up to a young lady in the other end of the car, and, greeting her after the fashion of Peace girls, exclaims: Why, Pansy Fetner, where on earth did you come from and where are vou going? Well, Margie Scott, who expected to see you? Then Pansy explained that she had been elected head of the primary department of the public schools at Danville, Va. And, oh, Margie! she cried, I am so distressed; one of