Sullins College - Sampler Yearbook (Bristol, VA)

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pennants, bracelets, and other articles marked with the college seal. While in the bookstore, the girls opened accounts in the college bank. During these past months they have made many trips down there, asking Mr. Harry hopefully and sometimes doubtfully, How much money do I have in the bank? On Saturday, September 17, came Lake Day — or, more appropriately. Play Day. The soft-ball game between the old girls and the new girls proved to be no less exciting than the World Series. The old girls were victorious by a slight margin, the final score being 18 to 17. Dr. Martin nobly helped each side by letting the Babe Ruth in him predominate as he got several home runs across for each. We line up for supper on Lake Day. Three tennis courts on the hilltop were filled with enthusiasts as Helen Sears and Peggy White downed two Juniors. Eleanore Heeman and Isabel Bullock followed their example and defeated the high school players. On Lake Sycamore canoe racing took place. Adella and Betty Jaspert showed their prowess, but Dr. Martin and Miss Granberry were close seconds. Eleanor Mabry, Annabelle Dean, Wese Miller, and Katherine Taylor were good lasts. Maybe they didn ' t know that only two people in a canoe is the general custom in canoe racing. Riding and swimming were also enjoyed by the sportswomen, but the real climax of the day was the barbecue supper. Late arrivals looked hope- fully for friends in the long line. The ride back to Canoeing is one of the favorite sports on Lake Day. the hill in the truck was a happy if somewhat bumpy one. That night all the Juniors who weren ' t too tired rushed off to the King College football game. The somewhat wiser Seniors stayed at home and talked things over. This was but the first of many picnics and outings which we enjoyed during the Fall. On October 4, for instance. Dr. Martin gave a picnic at the Pine Cone. The picnic was an enjoyable one, even though Becky, Honce, Kearley, and a few others did get lost in the woods, almost missing the picnic supper. Dr. Martin tried to get every one to walk home, but the girls preferred to wait for George and the truck and bounce home. Even in our first days at college — or should we say especially in our first days at college? — the post- office was one of our favorite haunts. There Mary rules supreme, giving us our mail at eleven o ' clock Picnics at the Pine Cone are popular Fall events. Page 25

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We go to Dean Metts ' office to register for our classes. In the home department, Mis. Cowden was new in Senior Wing, and Mrs. Cuniff on third floor. Junior Wing, where she had the hard job of holding Mar- garet Kerr, Blossom Bankhead, and a few others down. Other new hostesses included Mrs. Robinson on second floor. Junior Wing, and Mrs. Collins and Miss Wilkerson in High School Wing. Mrs. Johnston was the new supervisor of dormitories. Next day, the line in front of Dean Metts ' office was longer than the one Jim — or Bill or Jack — handed out this summer. Many, wiser than others, registered early and then went shopping. Pretty soon new curtains, pennants, lamps, signs, and picture galler- ies made the rooms livable. The get-together at the Hut was the first all-school social of the year. This party, sponsored by Mrs. And then to the Hut , where we relax and become acquainted with our fellow students. Then to the Student Bank and the Bookstore to deposit our money and buy supplies. Zachry, was put on by the various state groups. Each state gave a stunt. There were many meller drammers, but Patsy McCann ' s Georgia Peach won the first prize. Sally Lee let us in on that super singing of hers, and Nancy Peebles gave a humorous reading. It certainly was fun at the Hut that night. The old girls took time out to notice the new fur- niture and the other new decorations of the loafing ground. Miss Lampkin, the new dancing teacher, led the girls in a folk dance and recited some poetry which she had composed. Time passed on as time will, and even the new girls became accustomed to the routine. In their first day of full-time classes, the Juniors had to sit down again after discovering that quaint custom of ringing half-period bells. They learned that at Sullins one rises with the rising bell at seven o ' clock — or, if her roommate doesn ' t awaken her, waits until the seven-thirty bell rings for breakfast. They learned also that first-period classes begin at eight o ' clock, and that chapel begins at nine-fifty. In chapel, they soon become aware that Dr. Martin ' s chief interest, next to the Sullins girls and — just pos- sibly — horses, is current events. Even the most uninterested soon came to realize that the problems of the outside world have their significance in the life of a Susie Smith at Sullins. After leaving classes, every one found it the nec- essary and proper thing to make a trip to the Book- store. Here she bought not only the materials and books needed for work but also many attractive Page 24

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in the morning and again at four o ' clock in the afternoon. We certainly do watch the grand- father clock in the hall closely as these hours approach. Some of us emerge from the postoffice laden with letters and packages. Others merely dust their postoffice boxes and con- sole themselves with the thought that maybe their roommates have al- ready got their mail. Every one, both students and members of the faculty, was enter- tained at the home of Dr. and Mrs. Martin on Sunday afternoon, Septem- ber 18, with an informal tea. Mary is one of our best friends. (P. S. She gives us our mail.) We can hardly wait to open our letters from home — and elsewhere. The friendly atmosphere of the Martin home went a long way to- ward preventing the homesickness that might have come upon us on that first Sunday afternoon. Then, too, each of us made several new friends, for each Senior escorted a group of new girls to the tea. With Sunday night came the first Vesper service of the year. These simple, yet inspiring services mean a great deal to the religious life of Sullins. Mr. Paul Worley, a young Methodist minister who has been a favorite with the Sullins girls for some time, presented the first message. His talk about the responsibility of the individual made an appropriate beginning for the new year. Mr. Worley took his text from the following poem, which he quoted: We all enjoy Mrs. Martin ' s teas. But we were not limited to the campus for our enjoyment of the beauty of Fall in the mountains. Those of us who wished might take trips to places of interest. There was, for instance, the trip to the Great Ships sail east, and ships sail west While the self-same breezes blow; It ' s the set of the sails, And not the gales. That determines the way they go. Like ihe winds of the sea Are the ways of fate. As we journey along through life. It ' s the set of the soul That determines the goal And not the calm nor the strife. The Vested Choir, which was to contribute so much to these services throughout the year, made its first appearance on this occasion. As the Fall went on, we found ourselves making many new friends, with whom we strolled about the campus, enjoying its many beautiful trees and flow- ers, as well as the view of the not-so-far distant mountains. Page 26