Pembroke State University - Indianhead Yearbook (Pembroke, NC)

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Martha was doing a good job in the office as Dean of ' Women at the Col- lege. Roscoe, in assuming the duties of the administrator as he suc- ceeded the late President of the College, found that his memory served him well while he was there as a student: some things ought to be done, some things had to be done, and some things might just as well be for- got. But he determined to build into the old College an ' esprit de corps ' - a need which had been indelibly stamped upon his youthful mini. An hour after we left Fembroke we were hovering over the munic- ipal air field at Charlotte. Her Honor Mayor Ila Oxendine was at the air port to welcome us to the city. Crida, the city attorney, was the most important personage in Ila ' s coterie of advisers. They both had found that Political Science could be made a useful tool in the hands of intelligent people. Ila and Crida had the tickets for the opera for the evening, insisted that we defer our departure a day, and to go witf tbsm to the opera. Madam Butterfly was sung by Parree and Mrs. Pinker- ton was played by 77ilma. The two girls had risen to fame and fortune through years of hard practice of their talents. A ' hen we left Charlotte for Oklahoma City, where we were to meet several class mates, we were permitted to relax for the few hours it took us to glide through the air. Leopal gave a running account of her rise to the Presidency of the University. Tessie Lee gave a serial of her successes in making formulae for diets. Bertie was writing her fourth book on Home Making and Interior Decoration. Leola, in her role of ornithologist and florist, had collected and identified numerous specimen from the Carolinas to Texas. Eurania has just completed her doctorate in English in the University of Texas, had been employed in the same institution, and was anticipating a visit to her old home in Robeson. In Denver we found Irene doing the business manager ' s work for R K Pictures. Denver was the distributing station for the entire West. Christine was painting the ' .Vest in purpule. She, among many who had tried, was able to see the real hue of the Rockies. V e were landing our ROCKDT at the municipal air port in the outskirts of Washington, only a few blocks from my work as head nurse in the Gallinger Hospital, when I woke up to find the girls returning from breakfast. Lucy Jane

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SENIOR CLASS PROPHECY A PROPEET! One shudders at the v;ordt It is uncanny, ghostly, that one individual has such mysterious powers to read the future of one ' s fellowmen. ..ho but a god can have the insight to foresee the glories that the Class of 1942 may attain! It is useless, the proph- et cries, still, I find myself in a battle with the unseen forces- the genii whose mesmeric tricks are taking away my footing. Lost in thought, the prophet wanders through the halls of the college, through the classrooms, over the campus and, in a state of confusion, seeks a }uiet, lonely place to dream. ' Tis a beautiful springtime day. The sun shines warm, the odor of the early flowers flood the campus, the birds overhead raise their voices ir. jubilant songs, the soughing of the wind in the pines- all entrance the prophet. The prophet dreams; dreams of the past- how the savage red man used to roam this very spot, slaying his adversary at will; and then the prophet ' s mind vacillates between past and present. Faintly now the present is remembered: the college mates, the homes from which came the fellow workers, the pinching news of the Second World War, the youth of the land called to the colors. Then the stuff of consciousness turns to the future and, behold the scene, the his- tory yet to be made, the nebular makers of that history just begin- ning to stir. They seem to be saying, I ' d like to know you-NOWl In my little home in the Capital City, after working hours, I began to write letters to some of the members of the Class of 1942 asking the addresses of other members. Later, to my astonishment , ' my mail was heavy with the information concerning the history-in-the- making and the makers of that history. Seavie, the State Director of oafety and Patrol, directs much of the activities on the highways from a specially designed car, op- erated by his private chauffeur. Joining me in the quest, Seavie took the controls of the ROOkLT, gave her the gun, and by hops we made contacts at various places on the earth. Grace could not leave her budding movie dancers to accompany us in our truest for Certainty. She did tell us that we might find Ella Mae in Hollywood busily en- gaged in her beauty culture work. Landing for the first stop at Fayetteville, we immediately con- tacted Georgia Carol whose work with the State Missions Board had car- ried her to every nook and corner of the Old North State. Carlton had worked with the medical division of Fort Bragg during the latter part of the Second World War, had equipped an office with modern surgical instruments in the City of Fayetteville, and had become famous as a specialist in surgery. Cammie had been selected as the fastest of the ■ , -■ . ' fryis stenographers to make the; appropriate transactions for the discharging of the men returning from service abroad. Wayne, a Ser- geant at Fort Bragg, stated that he and his men had completed the job r that was begun December 7, 1941. A.G. had attached himself to the State Department of Education and, in that capacity, was absorbing the shocks that were coming from the recruits in the teaching profession throughout the State. By short-wave radio we communicated with the management at the New Pembroke Air Port, got permission to land, and very quickly con- tacted Ancil, who had become the manager of a large department store in Pembroke. Horace, in for a visit in the old town, reported that he was improving all the time in his wares as a man of stocks.

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HORACE PAUL President Major: English, Social Science President of Pontiac Literary- Society; Assistant Editor of Lurabee Tattler; member Col- lege Orchestra; student in Maryville College, 1939-194-0. LUCY JANE CHAVIS Vice-President Major: Liberal Arts Business Manager of Lumbee Tattler; Secretary of Y.W.A; member of Glee Club, Pontiac Literary Society, B.S.U. CLASS OF 1942 It is hard for us, as seniors, to bid the College farewell. Vie have seen the College grow from that of a Normal School to a four-year institution, v. ' e have faced our problems together, and have pushed forward to the final stand, graduation. We are now ready to face our problems as individuals, as personalities. PICTURES NOT AVAILABLE Eurania Oxendine A. G. Dial V ayne Maynor Leola Hatcher