Sullins College - Sampler Yearbook (Bristol, VA)

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November twenty-fourth it rained— so the A. A. Bonfire became a I Tut Party to begin the Soccer Tournament. I’ll whisper the results. “Sshhh, don ' t tell a soul— the juniors won!” Thanksgiving week-end and dates. Oh, it was won- derful! We all took notice and grinned happily when A Fella Needs a Girl started gaining popularity. We agreed. But we disagreed violently when we heard The Gentleman is a Dope. Dreams of Home and Christmas so Glorious December first — nineteen days until the Christmas holidays. But, oh, the work— tests, tests, tests! There was a big discussion of Miss Guthrie’s statement that this was the best time to give tests because our minds were alert. We knew where our minds were— miles and miles away. We forgot studies willingly the week-end of the sixth. We pulled out our black and our white formals and went to the ball, sponsored by the seniors, at the Shelby Hotel. Johnny Mack played, and we all drifted happily along. You know, I think more boys cut at that dance than at any yet. The Y.W.C.A. was introduced to the Sulims cam- pus that week-end with the candlelight installation on Sunday night. Beth Beard will make a wonderful president, I know. On December eighth we went to Tennessee High to hear Mr. Raymond Swing speak. We brought him to Sulims a little later. You see, we do have ce- lebrities at Sullins. The Christmas spirit just wouldn’t stop growing. Everything took on a heavenly look the eleventh for the Junior-Senior banquet. Blue cotton clouds and At ' Santa Claus helps us bring Christ- mas to the underprivileged children. candle-light, Christmas carols, and B. J.’s lovely sing- ing of Oh Iloly Night made us dreamy! Then, all of a sudden, right out of the blue clouds descended the junior King and Ouecn of March Gras. Marilee Winerich will be a beautiful— oops, I mean, handsome— king, and Carol Dailey will be a lovely queen. We kept the spirit all evening, and the court was announced after we had all gathered to sing carols. On the fourteenth we heard the impressive Mes- siah Chorus under the direction of Mr. Kreincr. The next day we packed boxes full of toys, food, and clothes for a group of underprivileged children. They got here just ahead of Santa Claus and sang a little for us— then they got their boxes from under the huge Christmas tree, and we watched them dive into their boxes and come up with toys and smiles. Christ- mas was really coming! Stainbaek entertained us every evening with her lovely What’rc You Doin ' New Year ' s Eve, but on the seventeenth the Glee Club gave us some truly lovely Christmas music. I’d say the eighteenth was a lost day! All through her classes my suite-mate wrote all over her note-book — so many more hours, minutes, seconds, and half seconds. We packed and packed some more. We lost things, found them, and— well, Jody Ogg said it just right in the Chapel program the radio work shop put on for us — ’Twas fhe night before vacation, when all through Sullins College Everyone was stirring, at least to my knowledge. All the nylons were hung round the bathtub with care In hopes that St. Nick would bring a new pair . . . From all along the hall, the same cries were heard. What clothes will I need most— well, upon my word! These exercises are putting my arms out of socket. Jean, come sit on this suitcase while I try to lock it! . . . Then we sprang into bed, tired but joyous To dream dreams of home and Christmas so glorious. But we all exclaimed as we put out the light, Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!” You know, I thought I’d hate to come back after such a heavenly vacation, but I squealed like crazy when I saw my roommate and suitemates. Such excitement— rings, pins, and weddings— every- thing new, including a few more new love interests in Senior. Thoughts of home? They tried to squeeze in, but those exams did their duty right well! I’ve never seen such tests! Then, too, there was the Alice in Wonder-

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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.

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Mike Markle welcomes the guests at the Academy banquet. land play by the Sullins Children’s Theater to keep us bus ' . Gina Clanton was a sweet Alice, and Mina Schmidt a very debonair White Rabbit. Joan Bailey, the Mad Hatter, and Tweedle-dee and Tweedle-dum, Snookv and Lvnn, delighted the grade- school children at the afternoon performance. I wish you could read the cute letters the} wrote to the cast. Those letters were enough thanks for anyone. The Villagers put a romantic finish to the month with their Valentine dance the thirty-first. The dec- orations were simp]} ' beautiful! We entered the dining room by cutting right through the center of a heart, and inside we found hearts hanging just everywhere. [ere King’s— Bristol’s own— orchestra, played for the dance. It was nearly perfect! Even the weather was romantic— it looked like fairyland with the white snow and silver trees. The sledding was good too! We began to wonder if our semester tests had been true, but, oh, woe is me, we soon found that they were— grades, you know. The line in front of Dean Metts’ office grew. Then, off to a new start, we began the second semester. You know, I think that week-end after tests was the most peaceful yet. I wonder who the Walking Man is? On February ninth. Dr. C. J. Hambro spoke at Tennessee High about the United Nations Organiza- tion. It ' s something we should all know more about, and he certainly seems to be an authority on the sub- ject. On Thursday before Valentine ' s Day we had the loveliest dinner by candle-light. Everybody had stars in her eyes, and the post office was overflowing with packages and Valentine cards. alentine’s Day at Sullins surely was a treat! Flowers, candy, jewelry, and happy faces showed that somebody loves us. The hall boys were busy for days carrying out floral boxes. The} didn’t even have time to sing I Wanta Be Loved. Valentine’s Eve those of us who weren’t lucky enough to have our Valentines with us trooped to the Hut to the Commercial Club party. Honestly, it was a riot! Dottie Martin won the coveted door prize, a telephone call to her Valentine, and I ' ll bet she made use of it right quickly. Much to Bobbie’s embarrassment Aleece won the cake-walk, but you know, I don’t think she was really too much worried about it. Miss Loyless surprised us by winning the egg-and-spoon race— she beat Miss Liles! Mildew and Pat won the three-legged race. And this beats everything. B. J. Cason won the pie- eating contest. As a reward, what did she get?— a cherry pie! Oh, I almost forgot another big event of fhe day. T he Spanish Club had a movie in the little theater. So Ends Our Night. The advertisement in chapel in the morning was enough to make anyone want to see it. Gloria and B. J. made good looking caballeros, didn ' t they? Anyway, we had to see the movie just to be loyal. After all, wasn’t Margaret Sullavan a Sullins girl? The Academy banquet was held about this time. They’re going to help make a lovely junior class next year. It was hard to realize how fast time was going. V e began to treasure even minute. Such a time of the year to get Spring fever, but that’s exactly what we did. We got letters from home saying, The skiing and sledding are wonderful! Wish you were here.” We were running down-town in suits. Remember the day Jane Truax decided to take a sun- bath on the ramp. It was a little cool, but she was determined! We all began to enjoy the new student parlor right outside the dining room. The seniors bought a lovely radio-phonograph combination, and the state clubs donated records. It was so nice to be able to listen to some real]} good music before we went into the dining room for supper. That was, of course, after we heard all the soap operas of the day. The basketball teams organized and began practices in earnest. Every night at ten o’clock there was a scramble to the gym to work out. After all, we were getting ready to play V. I. Dr. Martin’s Birthday Dr. Martin had a birthday the twenty-first, and we all wished him the happiest year ever. He celebrated by having his dinner with the Junior Class officers and the members of the Mardi Gras Court as guests at the birthday table. In our minds Dr. Martin was just that much younger. The annual Hoofprints Club Tea was Dr. Martin’s pride. Dot Cowden, the club president, presented a birthday cake to him, and he, like the good sport he is.