Pfeiffer University - Chimes Yearbook (Misenheimer, NC)

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SOPHOMORE PROPHECY Eight o’clock in the morning and just time for one more nap! Oh-h-Oh, just one more nap! What’s this? Why! it can’t be! Yes, it is though visions of college chums just as pictured in a kaleidoscope. And where am I? Why back at dear old P. J. C. in 1 952. And say, what is this? A huge crowd, a basketball game and a radio commentator. Oh. yes, I see, it’s the night following the Alumni Banquet, and a great homecoming game is to be played between Pfeiffer and Davidson. The game is about to begin and the commentator, Roger Saunders, is patiently waiting for the on the air’’ signal. When the control man gives him the signal, we hear him say: “Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, this is Saunders broadcasting another clash between Pfeiffer and Davidson. There is an exceptionally large crowd here to watch these two teams battle tonight, as this is the annual home- coming game. As the teams are not on the court, I’ll look around and call attention to notables here. We notice that Coach Baxter and Mrs. Baxter, formerly Virginia Baker, are among this distinguished-looking crowd. T hey seem to be talking with some other friends—Let’s see if we know them—why certainly, there’s Gaston, Roberts, Harrison, and Wagoner, members of the 1 952 All-American basketball team. “What a surprise! Pearl Floyd, three times divorcee, has entered the gym. She has just returned from Reno where she married a Wall Street banker. “We notice some teachers sitting together near the front. Wait and I'll see if I can identify them. Yes, there’s Frances Ballard, Frieda Hill, Margaret McNeill. Edith Misenheimer. Willie Mae Cowan, and Mary Louise Culp. Miss Culp is head of the Social Science Department at the University of North Caro- lina. Helena Baker, Virginia State Young People’s worker, and Miriam Small, Math teacher at Asheville, are again together after their long separation. “On the other side of the court in a far-away corner, I spot four former students, Walsie Bell, Dottie’ Jinnett, Nell Peeler, and Mary Ramsey discussing their ten happy years of married life. At any great gathering someone may faint or become ill: therefore, as a precaution, a number of nurses are here to handle any emergency. These include Daisy Moorefield, Trudell Freeman, and Mrs. Wagoner, formerly Dorothy Scarboro. “Miss North Carolina was selected last week—the lovely mannequin was none other than our own Hillard Bunn. She is now talking with Alice Boyer. Hully’ says she buys all her clothes at a very exclusive shop in Troy, owned by Myrtle Brayboy and Mildred Honeycutt. “To my right is Gunther Frankl, editor of The New York Times, talking with two of his staff, Carl Cahill and Lola Vaughn. And there goes Malcolm Nelson, a famous electrical engineer—no longer single, believe it or not.’ Page Tu'enty-three

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SOPHOMORE SUPERLATIVES Most Popular Imogene Williamson Roger Saunders Neatest Jeanne Harris Jimmie Roberts Best All- Round Helena baker Roger Saunders Best Looking Hillard Bunn Buck wagoner Most Intellectual Mary Louise Culp Gunther Frankl Wittiest Pearl Floyd Carl Cahill Most Dependable Helena Baker Roger Saunders Most Athletic Opal Roberts Herman Baxter

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Harold Beaver and Andy Dickerson, who, you will remember, had such a passion for school work, now have fulfilled their greatest desire to become professors. As foreign correspondent, Julian Stokes is making use of all the French he learned under Mr. Moser. Among the few that we miss from this anxiously awaited game are Imogene Williamson, who had an engagement at the Metropolitan Opera tonight and could not get away, also Walter Draughon, '42 class president, who is now president of the Sun Oil Company. “Say, who is this attracting so much attention? It must be Preston Melton, Jim’ Frink, and Bill Williams. All three are high-ranking officers in the United States Airlines. All this reminds me of a prize-fight I saw the other night when Bernard Trent took the heavyweight title from poor old gray-headed Joe Louis. Jessie McNeill, who is dietitian at Duke Hospital, is also attending the game. Accompanying her are Ruth Richardson, the vivacious blonde, and two lovely brunettes, Clo Vaughn and Rebecca Pender. “J. C. Lassiter, one of the outstanding students at Pfeiffer, having completed his college education and having served four years as a lawyer in Moore County, has recently been inducted as Judge of Superior Court in North Carolina. “Lois Brooks, now successfully managing a home in Charlotte, is successor to Caroline Chatfield for the Charlotte Observer. I see that she is taking notes on what Paul Chappell is saying. I don’t get it. Paul’s Captain of The Ordnance Supply Station in Virginia. There is Herbert Rouse, now a certified public accountant, sitting with Euel Prewitt, the agriculture teacher here at Pfeiffer. Ophelia Barneycastle recently donated one of her marvelous etchings to this school. She is now entering with Jeanne Harris, an elementary teacher at David- son. This time she will miss seeing Lula Betts who couldn’t possibly leave her children for a whole week-end. “As there are only a few seconds left before the game begins. I shall hur- riedly name the people I see scrambling back to their seats. There’s Bill Bur- rage, Anne Carrick. Edwin Robeson. All three of them work in offices in Charlotte. Following close behind them are Worth Sweet. Wyat Helsabeck, Charles Cook and Jack Lowder. all prominent businessmen in various cities in Central North Carolina. And Phillip Howie, who is making his place in the world by crooning over the radio, stops to chat with Maeburn Huneycutt who is now a biologist in South America. Of course, Elfreda Shinn, editor of the Methodist roman and her assistant. Opal Roberts, are settled comfortably in their seats ready for the big game. “The game has started! The teams battle! The Black and Gold rushes toward its goal! The crowd goes wild! The point is good! Pfeiffer leads!’’ Suddenly I awake, yawn, stretch, and look at my watch, and discover that I have exactly 40 minutes to dress, prepare breakfast, and get my husband to the office. —Nancy Medlin. Page Twenty-four