Sullins College - Sampler Yearbook (Bristol, VA)

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became conscious of the “New Look.” The tea really was lovely, and we were happy to meet the faculty members. The day of Senior Open House, the twenty-sixth, everyone cleaned with a fury and put on all the little finishing touches. Remember how we hid the mops and buckets on the fire escapes and tried to hide the paint brushes and scraps of crepe paper? Evening came, and we welcomed our visitors. Red seemed to be a good color this year. Remember Dot and B. J.’s animals and Bobbie and Alcece’s flowers? Judy and Smitty’s blue room was a big success too. The juniors serenaded us to say “Good night .” A good ending to a good day. “Bury that Smile” “I love the seniors” — “Bury that smile”— “Do you turn your back on a senior” — “Squeak like a rat” — “Fry like bacon”— “Scramble like eggs.” Oh, the fun of Rat Week. The month of goblins and spooks got a good start. Remember Rat Bryan’s soulful twang as she sang, “You came, I was alone”? And oh, how we seniors cheered at Shortie Hamilton’s poem to the seniors. Then on Saturday the junior rats crawled slowly to the Hut for the trial— Rat Court. The charges were made, witnesses called, and verdicts given. “Our buddies, our pals, those wonderful gals.” Whew, it was good to smile again! Now 1 could be myself, not Miss So-and-So.” The juniors look right pretty in make-up without those millions of pig-tails. That night Senior Hall was overflowing with girls, food, and fun. Halls were turned into dance floors, and remember how we all tried “Put your little foot”? Those toasted sandwiches were delicious! Just think what a good cook each of ns will make some lucky man. The Seniors entertain the Juniors at meet the faculty. The next evening, the fifth, we moved the silver services into senior dining room and put on our best formals and manners. It was for the senior recep- tion. It was so lovely! Those little sandwiches and cookies were delicious, thanks to the Home Ec De- partment. The dishes were very pretty— poor Sara, she washed them nearly all night Saturday. I’ll bet she never wants to see a flowered plate again as long as she lives. Midnight Alarm The evening of the twelfth found most of us sleeping peacefully when all of a sudden three sharp peals of the bell knocked us out of bed. Roommates blinked at each other and reached for coats and towels. It seems there was something else 1 was supposed to do— oh, yes, the windows and lights. Do I turn the windows off and put the lights down, or what? Oh, me, I’m so sleepy!” A few clashed into the hall with flashlights and cards. Ilnmmnn, 1 wonder. Were we sleeping peace- fully? Anyway, Sullins wasn’t on fire; so we climbed wearily back into beck Miss Liles and Miss Stowe must not have been too well pleased with us, because the next night, just as I was ready to step into a nice warm tub of water, the bells rang again. My suite-mates pushed the hot plate under the bed, and we ran! I think we made it in two minutes. Anyway, the water wasn’t quite cold when I came back. On October sixteenth we made a journey to Martin Hall to see the juniors’ rooms. Such cute ideas! We were so proud when we saw that Marge and Bonnie had painted our names on their E-Z-Dos. Some of the dolls were just darling. I love the one Joan Negley had — it reminded me of a lovable little pig. We looked silly carrying a bowl home with us with a gold fish in it, but it was fun being told that, be- cause we were the twentieth pair to enter the room, we would receive a door prize.

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Cantino and shixered during the Molle Mystery I heater. It was a full day, but there was so much to talk about even yet. Those after-dark sessions were fun. We talked about everything from what’s to become of the world to what we’re going to wear home our next holiday — and, of course, the subject of him. But soon it was “G’nite, roommate. See you in the morning. The Year Begins Remember the first day? Let’s see, it was Septem- ber sixteenth. Sullins was in her glory that day. We sat on the edges of our seats as we started up the drive. The cab drivers were a little glum thinking of those millions of suitcases they were going to have to carry up the steps. But not us . . . “My word, look at the library building — have you ever seen anything so lovely? I can’t wait to see in- side. ” Then, all at once, rounding the last curve we saw her— “It’s good to be back. Some of the other seniors met us on the steps, and such squealing you’ve never heard! Then we were being pushed into the bustle, finding our rooms and waiting for roommates. We old girls felt like the big seniors we were and tried to tell the bewildered juniors everything we knew about everything. We tried to cover everything on the campus that first day — the old favorites first. The Hut — “Aren’t we proud of our new soda fountain? The juke is readv for business. You know, I think Near You by Francis Craig is going to be right up there.” The Post Office— Goodness, our box numbers are posted already. Look, 1 have a letter. Somebody loves me. The Stables— “Dr. Martin hasn’t let us down. Our old favorites are back and some handsome new ones. The Iloofprints Club looks good!” Now, on to the library. “The reading room is luscious— I just have to try one of those deep red- leather chairs. Have you ever seen a more realistic portrait than that of Dr. Martin?” But the day had to end, and as we crawled into bed that night, grinning at our roommates, it was good to have Mrs. Jones come in and say, Good night, young ladies.” A Busy Week-End That whole first week was a bustle. Classes began on Thursday the eighteenth, and that night we had the Hut Party. The flora-dora girls were a big hit, and so was B. J. Cason’s latest song, “Uh-huh.” But the day wasn ' t quite oxer yet. Our first serenade be- tween Senior and Junior Halls — then “Good night, aches ” and off fo bed we went. Lake Day the twentieth was a big event— horse back riding and Dr. Martin as proud as a peacock of his girls and his horses. Swimming and the big soft ball game— the seniors beat the juniors. But, oh me, the faculty beat the seniors! Our first Sunday at Sullins we all went together to the State Street Methodist Church to hear Dr. W. F. Blaekard’s sermon, “The Faultfinder.” In the afternoon each senior called for her little sisters, and we went clown the front steps to the Martin’s home. It was the first time that we really

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ghosts to haunt us at the candlelight dinner on the thirty-first, and witches and pumpkins sat in our ice cream. Their “haunt couldn ' t have lasted long, though, because before long we were climbing the steps to our rooms singing “White Christmas’— only forty-nine more days! The Sampler Dance Jcre King helped us give November a nice push when he played for the Sampler Dance November eighth. We’re beginning to appreciate Bristol even more. Guess why! The next day Sulims was a kind of pleasant place with all the week-end dates still here. Some of the Art Club members left us for the day to go to the Biltmore Estate. It must be really impressive! We were beginning to get sentimental about Christmas. Just think, in only about a month we would be home for three whole weeks. We were singing “I wish I didn’t love you so, but I’ll bet we didn’t mean it! Santa Claus was a popular old fellow. Raymond Swing visits Sulims. Welcome to the Sampler dance!” At the Black and White Ball, we dance to the music of Johnny Mack ’s orchestra. The Faculty Concert the seventeenth was lovely! We 1 leard our old favorites and found that there were some good new additions to the music department. The next night was our first dance with all the trimmings — balloons, music, and men. I ' d say the United lump was a big success, and the state clubs should be proud of themselves. Oh, the month was full of good things. We heard General Carlos Romulo from the Philippines, and he really made quite an impression. We were thrilled with the ballerina Svetlova. I think what we most liked was her interpretation of Courtship, American Style. The bubble gum behind her ear was a true inspiration. We had our trip to the Smokies. I wonder why the bears made themselves scarce that day. And the juniors had an impressive candlelight installation of officers. The goblins and spooks and witches helped us say good-bye to October. The Georgia Club hired some lie was hanging cheerfully on doors, windows, and E-Z-Dos. We had the spirit! November fifteenth was a big day. After nearly a week of chewing fingernails, we picked Frances Moore, Miss Alabama, as our “Miss Sullins” in the Florida Club Contest. She looked like a dream! That same day the Reflector came out announcing that the Sampler this year would be dedicated to “Hardy.” The theme wasn’t hard to guess— Ballet. Pat Irwin welcomes us to the Junior Senior banquet.