Rutherford College - Foot Hills Yearbook (Rutherford College, NC)

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PROPHECY OF GTHE9 OFAefef OF ' 30 Scene: Bachelor quarters of R. P. Gibbs. Time: 1910 Class of 1930: Then Gibbs: (Lounging in Morris chair for an evening of reading and enjoyment.) Now that I have finished my work I think I ' ll read some. (Settles down to enjoy evening reading, but suddenly exclaims with enthusiasm). By the way, tonight my old classmate Theo Wilson is to talk and appear over the television radio. (Tunes in on radio, and Wilson appears). Wilson: This is Theo Wilson speaking from station S. A. P. Since 1930 I have mastered the art of juggling by the application of Einstein ' s theory of relativity to Houdini ' s theory of spirit life as portrayed in evolution. Hedgepath: This is Fred Hedgepath speaking from station Z. U. My aim at graduation was to preach to the heathen, and since nothing seemed more heathenish to me than wild animals, I chose to be a circus master. Ormond: From station Z. I. P. I shall sing, School Days . Fong: I am now pastor of First Church, Icard, and preach annually. Campbell: I represent the Salvation Army in behalf of negro children. Wagg; Silence has always been my motto regardless of the occasion. Speak- ing over station W. A. G., I appeal to you for silence. Dozcless: In behalf of station E. A. T., I offer you the very best food and service available this side of the kitchen. Fare: Over station M. E. I express my theory of success as All-American tackle as due to diligent negligence and strenuous resting. Connor: Station T. N. T. A quiet life with nothing to say and no arguing at all is my policy for a successful career. Whitley: Station B. U. G. As janitor of R. C, I admonish everyone to always shine his hair and comb his shoes before flying. Nixon : Station H. O. W. A tramp ' s life is fine, as walking isn ' t crowded. Lee: Sympathy for bootleggers led me to enter that profession. If you need shoe polish, wire station N. U. T., and I ' ll furnish the flowers any time. Powell: Station M. T. Y. As cheer leader for Jale I give you our yells. Black: Advice to farmers from station N. A. G., by Dr. Black. My experience as a horse doctor has led me to conclude, if your horse is not well it is very apt to be sick or — dead. Bales: My success as beauty specialist is due to Bates ' granulated complexion syrup, and publicity over station W. O. P. Brozcn: My unusual eloquence as an orator led me to become head of the story hour department at station Koo Koo. Gibbs: That seems to be the last speaker from the class of ' 30, so I must turn in. I wish I could see them all, and if I had $5 more I ' d lack only $24,995.02 of having this place paid for and could have the class meet here some time. 4 ' - i [25] yi ri»w n , i rnwrviwi ' i FtT

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FOOT HILLS ISTORT OF CRHRo IXTH YEAR GL AcAf rj HE sequencies of human experiences which we call life have been compared ■ ■ to a drama, and men and women merely players who trip with light fantastic toe across the stage of the world. Father Time has presented innumerable char- acters on his terrestrial stage; some seem to appear entirely in comedy; others in tragedy; but all take their places in the historical play. Father Time deals with classes as well as individuals. He is now presenting on the stage of life the Sixth Year Class of Rutherford College. On the platform there are a number who have been here during their high school years, and there are others who have come into our midst as Freshmen or Sophomores, nevertheless, we are one united class; we are singing to the glory of our dear Alma Mater, and are trusting that our last year together will be one of happiness and success. We are moving and not one wave of trouble shall cross our peaceful breast . The personnel of our class is varied. In every organization of the College there is at least a representative from this Class. We are proud to say that in football, we furnished one of the best. Our Class is well represented in the Ministerial Band, Glee Club, Dramatic Club, Y.M.C.A., the Male Quartette, and other extra curricular activities. The Student Government is controlled largely by members of the Sixth Year Class. The curtains may rise on the stage of our life and present us in semi-darkness, but always there is an enthusiastic feeling within this Class which can not be mas- tered. Difficult assignments may be given to us. but, instead of letting the White Elephant step on us, we shall use him as the war horse which will inevitably carry the Class on to victory and to fame. Our professions, as a class, are many and varied, but we shall, nevertheless, play in the great orchestra of life, I trust, in perfect harmony. All the world ' s a stage, and all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their entrances, and one man in his turn plays many parts. Now that our span of scholastic years is near a close, we look back and see our fortunes and misfortunes. Perhaps our dreams shall never culminate into a happy reality; yet we look out upon the mystic stage of life with the enthusiasm of a Spartan, and the determination of a Desmosthenes. The curtains on the Rutherford stage are slowly falling behind us, the College bell, College life, and the College song shall forever be inculcated in our memory. Bill R. Ormond, Historian. V T24] , rwv r (rY%r nr ' wx rx rv r

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FOOT HILL etAe df SONG I When at last zee must part From the college of our heart, As daylight fades area; — Tis then our spirits cherish Fond joys that never perish With thoughts kind and true, Classmates, dear, of you. Chorus Farewell dear classmates, Pals of our college days; We ' ll ere be loyal Upon life ' s many ways; Long may our love last Till life ' s short day is passed Farewell, class so true, Farewell, to you. II We ' ll oft recall our meetings, Our hopes, our love, our greetings, Of days and years gone by; And nozv ' tis time to part We pledge a loyal heart But still ' we ' ll yearn, dear Classmates, true for you. Chorus Farewell, Rutherford, Our school, so kind and true. We ' ll ere remember The love we owe to you; Sadly we leave thee, But to thee our praise we raise, Guide us, thy children — Through all our days. Fred Hkdgepath, Class Poet. I [26] VIVIVIVIVIVIVIVIVI ' iv}vr«ri ' vi««rivivi vi v 11 I v.