Peace College - Lotus Yearbook (Raleigh, NC)

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aim ij - Class of 1 909. Flower: Foivet-me-not Culoks: Grey and Light Blue Motto: Ne cede malis. Mary Corbett Prcsidcitl Hilda Way ' ice President Cathari.n ' e Wharton Celestia Penny . Historian Sccretarv and Treasurer Marshall Cole Ada Jones Julia McNinch Mary Sloan Minnie Steixmetz Myrtle Wade Kate Walker

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History of the Class of ' 09. A Comedy in Three Acts Act I. Time— Early Fall. Scene — A loaded trainfull of homesick school girls and boys. At the far end of the car sit eleven naughtv girls. One is trying to console her homesick sister who is a green looking Freshman. The other ten are making the best of their time. Various remarks are heard — such as Oh, goodness, back to the penitentiary again, Beefsteak three times a day, Look, Mary, isn ' t that a cute boy up yonder, he smiled at me just now — Yes, dead cute, but he can ' t touch the one across the aisle with those beautiful blue eyes, and Oh, dear, we won ' t see another boy till Christmas. The door opens and the conductor pokes his head in calling out Raleigh, Raleigh, — all oflf for Raleigh. Oh, dear, we are back at prison, comes in a chorus from the whole eleven. And we won ' t have anything to eat but beefsteak, sister savs wailed the little freshman. Oh, goodness, look Myrtle, yonder is Mr. Dinwiddie! And the eleven go toward the carriages reserved for Peace and are borne swiftly out of sight. Act II. Time — Just after the Christmas Holidays. Scene — The room of the President of the Class of ' eg. Books and pillows are scattered about in confusion. Girls are poring over a much bethumbed Algebra — all but Julia, who is scrambling eggs in a tin bucket over the gas. A sigh comes from Hilda, Oh me, I just can ' t get this Math. I wish I were home again. This time last week I was talking to the nicest boy in the world. And I was just promising-er-er — well it doesn ' t mat- ter what I was promising, but it was something mighty nice, Mary says. I wasn ' t cooking eggs in a bucket, either. I was eating Huyler ' s that my best — well-er — my best friend sent me, wails Julia. Oh Mary, do you remember the cute boy I showed you on the train when we came in the fall ? I met him Christmas and he ' s a darling. At this juncture the eggs are finished and passed around. There is silence for a few minutes while the girls eat. Then the conversation begins again. All at once a bell rings. The girls jump up, knocking over inkstands, glasses and other things, exclaiming Goodness, that ' s the light bell and I haven ' t worked a single Math problem nor looked at my English. Sh-h- from Mary there comes the duty teacher, you all must stay in here till she passes. All roll under the bed, jump in the closet or any- other place of concealment. Lights out, girls, comes from the hall. Out goes the light and all is silent, save for one or two .suppressed giggles from under the bed. 18