Shaw University - Bear Yearbook (Raleigh, NC)

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Class Song A Hymn of Praise Xoble and strong, mighty and true Thy guidance ever lending ' Til in our hearts the vision clear Thou has fixed, of service rendering. Through all our lives fervent and clear Reflect tin deeds victorious ' Till dawn at last, the darkness past We meet the day triumphant . Thg lofty Halls calm and serene Will ever shrine the worthy Inspired to Truth, and Virtue ' s gleam — Alma Mater praised be! Through all our lives fervent and clear Reflect thy deeds victorious Til dawn at last, the darkness past We meet the day triumphant. Tune: Suabiati Folk Song Mary Ruth Jackson oOr,- Senior Class Poem As we approach this world of uncertainty in this tune of turmoil and strife, Your teachings of Christian Living will remain with us all through life. These seeds will continue to grow and bloom through the seasons and years. God strengthen our minds, bodies and souls as we press on, through smiling years. We will join the large family of Alumni, as ice strive for highest goals, Answering the call to -service, whererer duty unfolds. The memory of these Ivy Covered Buildings will linger as we onward march, And we ' ll carry the love of our faculty enshrined within our hearts. Effie Mae Whitaker.

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SENIORS Almeta Elizabeth White Nip iMIl E. I. ' illi Street Winston-Salem, 4, North Carolina This above all, la thine ownself hi ' true. Shaw University Choral Society 1, 2, 3, 4; Y. W. 0. A. 1, 2, 3, 4; Resident Young Women 1, 2, 3, 4; Pyramid Club to Delta Sigma Theta Sorority 3, President 4. Ruth Madeline Blake Blakey 1611 City Place Atlantic City, New Jersey Small beginnings often bring great endings. Girls Varsity Basketball Team 1, 2, 3, 4; Captain 4, Varsity Club 1, 2, 3, 4; President 4, Chairman Y. W. C. A. Recreation Committee 4, Student Representative Athletic Committee 4, Y. W. C. A. 1, 2, 3, 4; Resident Young Women ' s Organization 1, 2, 3, 4. Rith Gekaldyne Morgan Jerry Wendell, North Carolina Determined to Succeed. Shaw University Choral Society 1, 2, 3, 4; Y. W. C. A. 1, 2, 3, 4; Resident Young Women 1, 2, 3 ; Ivy Leaf Club 2, 3 ; President, 4; Secretary of Junior Class 3. Judiette Cocheyse Brewington Chavis Cookie Route 2, Box 257 Burgaw, North Carolina Y. W. C. A. 1, 2, 3, 4; Pyramid Club 1, 2; Member of Sunday School Council 4, Home Economics Club 3, 4; Miss Home Eco- nomics 4. Ruth Elisabeth Wimberly Infant Youloir ce que Dieu veut est la seule science qui nous met en repos. Y. W. C. A. 1, 2, 3, 4; Treasurer 2, Ivy Leaf Club 1, Alpha Kappa Alpha Sorority 2,3,4; Dean of Pledges 3, 4 ; Attendant to Miss Shaw 2, Freshman-Sophomore Debate 2, French Club 2, Non- Resident Women 1, 2, 3, 4; President 3, Program Committee Chair- man 4, The Journal Staff 3, Assistant Editor; Alpha Omicron Honor Society 3, 4; Freshman Orientation Committee 4, Pesta- lozzi Club 4, Intramural Athletic Committee 4, Campus Inn Staff 4, N.A.AAU ' . 4. Doris Corrine Baugh Kitten 1021 Boiling Street Petersburg, Virginia The goal of yesterday will be the starting point of tomorrow. — Carlyle. Estey House Organization 1, 2; Y. W. C. A. 1, 2, 3; Resident Young Women 1, 2, 3; Home Economic 1, 2, 3; N.A.A.C.P. 1.

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Class Prophecy Now the match is struck, the taper takes light and the sweet yet pungent odor of mystery fills the darkness. Gently, ever so gently, lifts the opaque veil of the silent morrow. Watch, Watch, while the cloudy mist sweeps into nothingness. Whirling, swirling, the diaphonous fumes twist and writhe in agonizing fury. Paster, Faster — Faster! The eyes of the watcher dilate with apprehension; time stands still, life becomes breathless. Watch — Watch — Rolling Tumbling ever Faster! Faster! Faster! Behold! The envisioned future! What stands there? Riches, poverty, success, failure, smiles, tears, sorrow, rapture — Come, Come my silent one dare you to Brave with me the hidden Riddle of the mocking night? The clatter of silver on the marble — topped tables — bustling white frocked waiters smartly stepping between the crowded tables. The odor of fowl permeates the atmos- phere — What have we here? Look there sitting in yon quiet corner — Why could it be? It is, none other than Betty Brown in the middle of a turkey drumstick making short order of the abundant meal before her. What? She stops a waiter. No, it cannot be more — he frowns, leaves only to return and place before her a double order of fish, which she attacks with singular gusto. Thus we leave her all absorbed, quite content, enjoying her one occupation. The anchor is cast and the boat docks; a cry goes up from the natives, Memsahib ' Sapp leads her missionary group forward to welcome her newly appointed fellow disciple, Mary Pridgeon. D.D., who together dream to bring light to the illiterate native. The shrill horn of the automobile drives the frenzied mob deep into the side street interrupting Sister Gumbo ' s frantic exhortations for soul salvation to her Seventh-Day Adventist followers, Cigars, Cigarettes — ' so round, so firm, so fully packed ' — Gentle- men, did you say Chesterfield? The swanky cigarette girls, Lynette Armstrong and Susie Pearl Battle, stroll nonchalantly across the crowded cabaret floor. While filtering through the smoky haze above the clink of cocktail glasses, the husky undulant tones of Alvarez White drifts to the ear of the listeners, lamenting in a fashion distinctive to herself, These things ain ' t what They Used To Be. Sitting dejectedly on a bare street corner praying vainly for customers that con- sistently fail to materialize, our post card artist, Loleta Broadnax, strives desperately to keep the wolf out of the palour. Deep in the heart of Culpepper, away down in the pines in a rustic schoolyard, stands school-marm Bernice Byrd laboring under the weight of 250 pounds, instructing the innocents in the art of Better Homes and Crops. The Future finds us on familiar grounds, here in the president ' s office at old Shaw U. — and there sits behind the mahogany topped desk the pompous little President Thomas — President James Thomas dictating a memorandum to his dogmatic, individual- istic, dictatorial Business Manager, Augusta White. President Thomas later dispatches a. notice to Dean Bateman, Dean of Women, Hester Bateman, for a private conference concerning the incapability of the new school physician, Dr. Ruth Jackson. Dean Bateman and the chairman of the Discipline Committee, Ruth M. Blake, find no time for comedy with the problems of Cochetta Brewington Chavis and John Chavis, Jr. Farmer Ben Meeks calls neighboring Farmer William Edmundson, Come right over and see my pigs! Graciously, and with much poise, the chic Powers Girl, Gladys Brewer, mounts the velvet carpeted steps to the platform where she models the latest creation in tea time wear for Smart Fifth Avenue designers. Toothless, and rheumatic the lame bride, Bette Malone, frantic and temperamental as ever, creeps slowly but surely to the altar, dragging the protesting remains of Louis James. Dainty, petite Grace Morrisey tips softly into the dimly lit room to steal a glance at her sleeping wards of the Nursery School. The Zoot suit, with the rete pleat and the creme seam perched atop the fire plug, clothes none but pimp Hicks — James Hicks, who anxiously awaits the go sign from his broad on the block. Interpreter Richardson sits vulture-like at the head of the Foreign Language Bureau waiting desperately to pounce upon some unsuspecting immigrant and ensnare him thereby, into the holy Bonds of Matrimony. Strangely enough, the future finds its women much of the same mind — for if I make no mistake is that not Mrs. Lamb making a last attempt to lure the big time Number Racketeer, Fred Reid into Rosy delusions of Marriage? In our musings of Life Tomorrow, it is interesting to note that fate has not dealt kindly with the three addled flappers, Doris Baugh, Ruth Wimberly, and Marion Perkins