Pikeville College - Highlander Yearbook (Pikeville, KY)

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l-xC sSy i s v - C , x 5S • • I The HIGHLANDER I • • n4? =3 4 ! .€ =S N J r 1 Dear Diary: Tuck this under your cover, Old Dear. The college graduates had their pictures taken in caps and gowns today. Don ' t you laugh or I ' ll throw you out the window. For the life of me I can ' t see how a person is to put that right-angled triangle cap on his head. I tried it on with the tassel in front, on the side, and sticking straight up, but the fool thing wouldn ' t fit either way. Just as I was about to give up Mr. Spurling recalled the fact that once upon a time gravity hit Newton on the head with an apple. Hoping that history would repeat itself, I sailed my cap into the air. After floating round the studio, the thing made a loop the loop and landed corner first on the tip of my nose, spun around for a couple of minutes, fell over on my head, skidded sickeningly, and finally gained a precarious foothold on my left ear. If you can figure out some way to keep my cap on during the graduation exercises I promise to keep you from the book-worm. Dear Diary: The hottest day in the year — naturally a biology field trip was scheduled. Togged in the oldest and worst looking clothes in town, bearing butterfly nets, jars, strainers, and other impedimenta, we ventured forth into the wide, wide world in search of material. Mad who was requested to collect some birch twigs, dashed hither and yon biting this tree and nibbling at that. Finally a slow grin spread over her face and we knew her quest was ended. Shrieks from the girls announced each find. Tired, hot and blistered, we returned home proudly bearing our catch of worms, frogs, caterpillars, spiders, etc. Just be thankful diary, that you do not have to make such trips. Wonder how this would do for a biology song. I came here with lots of shoes And it gives my dad the blues How those shoes do go. Down Big Sandy all along the shore Up to Huff man ' s farm and a million places more. By the time I ' ve bugged to my renown My soles ' ll be lost at biology ' s cost, My sole ' ll be lost I know. Dear Diary: Even if I ' m tired I ' ve just got to tell you what fun we had with our stunt at the Carnival. We had a style show. Mr. Hudson and his wife Blanche were a scream. Amanda and Catherine looked so dear in their old-fashioned dresses. One was Mrs. Harman ' s wedding dress. You ' d have thought John was Hilda in his dashing flapperish costume. Clyde certainly was a swell looking society woman in his black lace dress, but I bet his feet hurt. Ruth sure made a cute little girl with her big bow and short dress. Gabe — oh, there ' s the bell for lights out and I can ' t finish. Goodbye till later (or earlier). i -sv - g: -Ks i - ss g a Qs i ct n x ! s 2g- -g g ' sS ss sS

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)s,(2J FS: :?t =Ss. 3J i=S! 4! ' 4 The HIGHLANDER I ,, (3 s :® .. !! 2X =S | ' Jt.1 i n Extracts from the Sophomores ' Diaries DEAR Diary: This is the first day of school and, oh boy! what a grand and glorious feeling it is to be back with the old gang again. First crack out of the box I ran into Amanda, Bess and Catherine. Who do you thnik they were talking about? Why that guy Valentino. Ain ' t he a pain! Sock! No, not hosiery, but one of those which only Toots can and does plant on your back for an introduction. Some day when he ain ' t looking, oh boy! When I got to the new laboratory ( I say when, for I was pinched twice by the dean tor going the wrong way) I found Sal, Rat, Gabe and Blanche trying out the new gas system. The lab was filled with gas and all of it wasn ' t from the storage tank either. Just think of it, we now have running water, gas, and electric lights. Sounds like an Ad for a New York apart- ment. On our way to the library we had to side-track for Rugh and Madaline. Ain ' t love blind! In the library we found Ruth and sticking to her closer than a postage stamp, our little Virginian, Marie. Every once in a while I got a glimpse of Serilda. I understand that she was explaining last year ' s Glee Club tour to the new students. Guess I ' d better stop or you ' ll have indigestion tomorrow. Dear Diary: After the wonderful Founder ' s Day program, Madaline ' s party was a topper . The Sophomore class drove to Seven Cedars and we had a genuine Hallowe ' en party. The striking personalities of our class were given expression in the weird costumes which we wore. A gypsy told our fortunes, each ' ' just a little different. The game Charades took the prize for the evening. You ought to have seen the Lunatick, and who do you think had the itch? After being escorted through the ' ' cave of lost men our nerves were completely restored by most delicious cider and ginger bread. I do think it ' s a shame Hallowe ' en doesn ' t come oftener. Dear Diary: Just home from a waffle dinner at Eaughlin Cottage, given by Miss Peggy Pierce, our class teacher, to us, her Sophomore bunch. At 5:30 o ' clock, we, together with two special guests, Dean McClelland and Miss Spilman, found our places at the five small tables which had been placed in the music room. Miss Pierce delivered the waffles in person which were being prepared post haste by her first aid, Miss McCutcheon. Between waffles we were amused by working an original crossword puzzle made by our hostess, which pertained to us Sophomores particularly — also an alphabet game which proved to be a key to one ' s knowledge of medicine, biology, and all the other ologies, and of no less importance in the biological specimens was the butterfly salad which completed the dinner. We departed late, all apparently happy, at least full of the subject. jJtXJ • S : 2g gs g i Zg g g -JSJ g gs zy- j ;g @ ' q J - Cs ig Sj zg ' ' SS i g g gs g- S j g Twelve

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The HIGHLANDER I i 7 Fa. 43 iSS SJ =3v JJ fSSi. •e Queenie Trivette President Helen Degen Reporter Class Teacher Bess Trivette Treasurer Miss Hazel McCutcheon Squanto Atkins Helen Degen Mae Horn George Huffman Ted Justice Helen Keyes William Landrum Uriah Peters John Stanley Avis Thomas Max Thomas Bess Trivette Queenie Trivette Charles Venters Melster Venters Maudie Wright Winton Young Left before the close of the year ' TSSot in ficture. Entered in second semester. ' : ir -gs g- x zg- -cs zg -igs g - $ !fir j @ s - s inr -gd r - gd - Ss! Fourteen