Pfeiffer University - Chimes Yearbook (Misenheimer, NC)

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Our first day at Pfeiffer! Rain! But behind the clouds the sun is always shining. Tired, wet, muddy strangers loaded down with suitcases, tramped up the walks to the dormitories. Rooms were assigned and then— the first glimpse of our new homes” and roommates. Strangers soon became friends; we were just one, big happy family” at the Mixer Party, remember ? Then came the blow that we had to take examinations even before classes started. We were scared stiff because we didn't realize until then how much we had forgotten (or never learned). But somehow with Miss Madciff’s efficient time piece, we struggled through. Registration—for the most part was for what we had to have and a minority of what we wanted. Life can be hard! So a few of us knew each other, but then came the President s Reception and we were totally convinced that we would never remem- ber all those new faces and unusual names. Yet the faces and names became familiar and we finally fitted them together and made a personality. That’s the night our knees knocked” when we were officially introduced to the leaders of our do’s and don’ts” and made a tour of our campus living quarters. Finally classes started and we were off with flying colors! The Harvest Dance was our first formal occa- sion and didn't we think that we were the Mr. or Mrs. Gotrock'? Of course, the timid girl was left sitting on the bench while the others tapped one of the few boys on the shoulder! (There was a man shortage, you know! Fun, wasn't it?) Sadie Hawkins Day was quite a treat, es- pecially the costumes. Say, Daisy Mae, which Lil Abner did you give the merry chase and track down ? Thanksgiving was here before we had a good breathing spell and we dashed home for our first holiday. Were you one of those un- fortunate persons who caught that cold bug” and joined the other flu members’? Then Christmas came with dorm parties, the special choral program, and the formal dance. Remember how we crammed at the very last minute for thoose mid-term exams? Passed! Failed! The Washington Ball was here before we realized it with Sam Lefler and Sarah Whitley as George and Martha. What about the Silou- hettes by Ed Fink and Selma Kincaid; the Waltz (Coach's hand by accident), by Maurice Blevins and Marjorie Robertson? Spring was here! It brought the recitals, chorus concert and the All-School Banquet. Can't you just hear Mr. Bagby “rooting” for Carolina during those school yells? Speaking of the teacher, remember the student with the southern drawl”? May Day brought rain! However, Doris Shaw as the lovely Queen and her court made a very pretty picture with the gym as the background. Winding the maypole was quite an occasion! Wasn't it fun to know where your streamer should have been and wasn’t? Exams—our first year of higher larnin” had come to a close. Our big-sisters and big- brothers received their well-earned diplomas. Did you also have a lump” in your throat when you bade them goodbye? Farewells, hurried departures, promises to write, and we went our way! Believe it or not but we returned in Sep- tember on a beautiful day (without rain) ! Girls, could you believe your eyes to see so many males on campus? It was good to see some familiar faces and quite overwhelming to see all those new ones! At the Mixer Party we had a swell time during the Grand March! Then again the President's Reception; old friends, new acquaintances! Classes began. So in due time we elected our Sophomore class officers: Bob Davis, President; R. L. Bates, Vice-President; Ida Lee Beck, Treasurer; and Betty Sinclair, Secretary. Will you ever forget Hallowe’en night? The entire Campus' trip to Cruses— the boy with the voice” finding his pants hanging on the flagpole, the decorations streaming around. The Deadline Dance offered a lot of fun for the farmers and farmerettes in their ob- noxious costumes; those over-sized families; dancing; contests; Oscar’s imitations of the barnyard follies! Sadie Hawkins' Day, the Harvest Dance, the Christmas Dance were all highlights of the fall semester. And didn't you think that the Pennsylvania Chorus would never stop talking about their trip to Buck Hill Falls? History repeats itself and we were again facing those mid-term exams! After that ordeal we turned toward the spring months and their festivities with an- ticipation. The Washington Ball (Lamar Gar- land, Richard Fowler); the Spring Dance; Concerts; May Day, with Marta Fehrman ad- ding her attractive personality as Queen. At last (the long awaited day)—the re- ceiving of our diplomas—graduation! We, as friends, companions, co-workers have now finished our school days at Pfeiffer and in a few years we will be scattered to the four corners of the earth. It’s a little sad now but when later in life we remember Pfeiffer it will be with a smile on our lips and a glow in our hearts of the happy memories we shared at our Alma Mater. + 28 +

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 I DENIIOI SE YEATTS W RIGHT YOUNG Frances Marie Widenhouse Kannapolis, N. C. “Lively, laugh ivy, loving. Y.W.C.A., l, 2; W.A.A., L; I.R.C., 2: Chorus, 1; Speak- ers and Actors Guild, 2; Deadline Club. 2; Pfeiffer News Staff. 2; PaJciCa Staff. 2: Science Club, 2; Delta Psi Omega, 2. Geneva Wright Liberty, N. C. “Flits in and out. W.A.A., 1, 2; Y.W.C.A., 1, 2. Leonard Yeatts Reidsville, N. C. “Giggles — gaiety — cute. Chorus, 1: I.R.C., 1, 2; Science Club, l, 2; Speakers Actors Guild, 1; Pfeiffer News Staff, 2; Y.M.C.A., Baseball. 1. 2. Louva Young Salisbury, N. C. “Easy — with a song. Y.W.C.A., 1, 2; Home Economics Club, l; W.A.A Chorus, 2: World Friendship Commission. 1. and l, 2; + 27+

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One day in the late spring of 1947 I was peacefully minding my own business when someone yelled into my ear, Hey Mac, yeah you, c’mere. Meekly I turned around and to my surprise no one was there, hut something grabbed my hand and started shaking it. In a rather well traveled voice it said. You need me, bud. M’name’s Kilroy. Heard you were writin a prophecy so thought you and I could wow 'em. I had heard of this uncouth in- vader that presented himself to our campus this year but never had I had occasion to meet him. He put a buddy-buddy arm around my shoulder and said, Get a writer, Mac, and I'll throw you the inside dope. He started off with a distant tone, You know that guy that B. R. J. hung the moniker Mop on? Well, now he’s president of Morgan Industries, Inc., and netted over a hundred grand last year. Ol Stowe Koontz is Vice- President. Remember how Bob Greene liked baseball? Well, now he is in the big leagues. Good too! Gert Smith, Gene Farrior, and Charlotte Thud Barton are on that new radio program, Life Can Be So Sweet or Whatcha Doing Sugar?’ They make B. Hope and R. Skelton seem dull. Tacoma Fisher, remember her? She was the inspiration for Huggin and Chalkin’! Love dat woman! Bill Walser is now manager to Corinne Stiller and Jim Styers who model exclusively for Vogue and Esquire. They’re really on the ball. Flash! According to a recent poll, the former Betty Rogers and Eunice Misenheimer have shared the honors of ’Mrs. American Housewife.’ Ben Courts with his knowledge, is bound...? New York critics are raving over the recent duo-concert by Miles. Stirewalt and Sinclair, piano and voice respectively. Guess who is singing those commercials now? The man with the rollicking tonsils and the slightly stretched vocal cords ... Ed Fink. Most up-to-date Night Club in Misen- heimer, You Guzzle, We Muzzle,’ owned and operated by Mack and Yeatts. Guess who is torch singer? Marj Robertson. Out of a cloud of bluish smoke whose face do I see—Talbert; finally got a new car. New book just off the press, A Goaded View of English Literature co-authored by R. L. Bates, Ph D., and Miss Frances Harper, Ph.D. A comprehensive study of the Bos- wellian Period. 14 vols. Published by Clarke and Moore, New York, N. Y. Jo and Marta are teaching the leetle Cubanos’ how to do things the American way. They’re good too! Bob Davis and Hugh Poplin are starring in that new professional basketball team that is sweeping from coast to coast undefeated. Jim Mauney is in coaching position. Lise Meitner's protege, Robinette Meador, has announced a recent discovery in the field of nuclear physics. Carl Stroupe is President of the Triangle Service, Inc., a complete system of modern filling stations, and he also runs his own oil refineries. Quality plus. Eva Lingerfeldt has just entered the hos- pital under the care of Helen Moser. Eva suf- fered a bad sprain while teaching Physical Education at Vassar. Sam Erwin is now running for the Presi- dency of the L'nited States. His close friend and election manager is Paul Arnold. Alene Stokes is traveling south. Loves that Spanish drawl. Seen in the Stork Club, Miss Joan Plint, the million dollar heiress, and William Haire, world famous Crime Cracker.' Neal Pitzer s business is all dead but he seems to enjoy it since he is Winston-Salem’s finest mortician. Sarah Jones has taken Betty Grable’s place as Miss Pinup. She is known in the movie circles as the 'Legs’ and can best be described by a long, low, well modulated whistle. New York's skyline has been invaded by the largest building in the world. It is half again as tall as the Empire State Building and was designed by that well known architectural trio, Burrage, Christensen, and Treece. Continued on Page 44 + 29 +