Sullins College - Sampler Yearbook (Bristol, VA)

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The Villagers entertain us with a beautiful tea. I guess there were other kinds of memories in February too, because I ' m Looking Over a Four Leaf Clover came back after a great many years. It was popular along with The Best Things in Life Are Free and Francis Craig ' s new Beg Your Pardon. The journalism students took a count of favorite orchestra leaders and singers, and we found that Vaughn Monroe is really the favorite. The girls picked him for his voice as well as his orchestra. I ' ll never forget how we all loved his Ballerina. And remember Peggy Lee ' s Golden Earrings? Tex Beneke and King Cole were favorites, and the girls who went to the W. and L. Fancy Dress came back sighing over Elliot Lawrence. There were some cute little sayings going around school about this time — “Well, bless your little pointed head” and “Howdy, Lu-ky.“ I an Garber’s orchestra plavs for the 194 Prom. Graduation recitals are a feature of May. In March little signs of spring began to pop out. and with them, spring fever. Remember the day Sarah came to Spanish class with the first flower of spring? While some students were chasing bugs and other things as well, the rest of us were just chasing. All kinds of tests and term papers were due, but we were always finding good “psychological excuses to get outside. The V illagers had their annual tea at Martha Boswell’s home. It was lovely! There was a breath of the old Irish— the punch bowl and table were dec- orated with gorgeous green and white carnations. The punch was even green! Everybody fell in love with the den— we all decided it would be a perfect place to entertain a date. The academy took advantage of the feeling with their annual dance. Remember how good the dance was last year? They even topped that this year! The Sulims Players allowed us to rest up a little after Mardi Gras. Then they began to troup Alice in Wonderland. They really became experts— scenery went up in a hurry, make-up and costumes were put on, and the play was on! Poor Ginny with her mush- room and Lucy with her teapot had quite a time with props, but it was a peck of fun! Dorothy Thompson came to Bristol in March, and we enjoyed her talk so much. “In Your Easter Bonnet” “Gonna take a Sentimental Journey. What does that remind you of? Uh-huh, we began to think of going home again! We decided now that we rather liked the six-day week since it meant we could have a whole week at home for spring holidays. We counted days, then hours, and finally, all of a sudden it was here— the twenty-fourth. We packed our Easter outfits and headed home. The Easter bunny was happy to see us, we hope, and we certainly were glad to see it. Then we waved goodbye and came trotting back

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shared it right there with everyone. lie was so proud of the gift we gave him— statuettes of horses on book- ends. It was just a little token of how much Dr. Martin means to all of us. The Hoofprints Clubhouse is a favorite place. It’s a peck of fun to build a huge fire in the fireplace on a cold winter night, fry some hamburgers, and toast marshmallows, play bridge, and listen to the radio. Then to curl up in the blankets and dream. But that isn’t all the Hoofprints Club has done. It had charge of the horse shows of the year, and it sponsored a trip to Blueficld for the girls who wanted to go to see a fine horse show. Come to the Mardi Gras The Ballet Department began work right after Christmas on the big event of the year. And now at last the time was here for the Mardi Gras. We were all pulling hard to get ready for the big week-end beginning the twenty-sixth. And it was big! Dee and Joan made a darling couple in the Ballet Coppelia. We were all holding our breath for fear that their love affair wouldn’t come out right in the end. B. J„ as Coppelius, left us in spasms! The Art Department had been busy painting the scenery. In fact, they’d been busy all year, first with Alice in Wonderland— then with Mardi Gras. Marilee and Carol made a handsome couple as the king and queen of Mardi Gras. The court was lovely! Each girl wore a pastel colored gown, and the men— handsome? Uh-huh. They wore red velvet uniforms that really were striking! Saturday night was the big night. The hotels were all full to the brim with week-end dates and parents. All the girls cleaned like crazy to prove to their folks that they could keep house. Corsage boxes lined the front halls, and the tele- phone lines were all tied up. No one could possibly find an empty ironing board in Junior or Senior Halls. We forgot nearly everything — lessons definitely — and concentrated on having the time of our lives. We succeeded! The high-light of the Ball was the Grand March, led by Carol and Marilee and their dates. It was easy to see why the members of the court were chosen. Wasn’t it just a perfect week-end though? So many of the old girls came back. They brought with them memories of last year, all the fun we’d had. But new memories were being made too, the kind of memories that will be with us always. At the Hoofprints lea. Dot Cowclcn presents a birthday cake to Dr. Martin. Carol Dailey and Marilee Winerich, with their escorts, lead the Grand March at the Mardi Gras Ball. Dr. Martin beams over his birthday gift from the students.

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to fill those last months with all the fun we possibly could. It was hard to believe that in a few months our days at Sullins would be over. Old Joe Simms had a birthday in April. It doesn’t seem possible that he’s more than one hundred years old— he’s so spry! He’s a favorite of the music students especially. Many times lie comes in to talk with them in their practice rooms. Old Joe’s been at Sullins a long, long time, and we all hope, he’ll be here for many years to come. We really did pack those last months full. The Juniors had their Junior Week, and had a peck of fun with senior privileges. I ' ll never forget last year when we had those privileges for a week. We were all too busy to use them as we’d planned. The student graduation recitals were high lights of our last weeks in school. The girls really proved The home economics girls model their own creations. The Juniors admire the art exhibits of the Seniors. what talent plus training can do. The prides of our senior class were Pat Henry at the piano and B. J. Welch singing. ' They were lovely! You could certainly tell it was spring. The campus was getting more beautiful by the day, and we were all just praying for good weather for the last week. We crossed fingers and toes and just waited. I’ll never forget Prom week-end — the week-end we’d been planning all year. We bought dresses weeks in advance and had them pressed to perfection. The ironing boards were just never empty. We called the hotels and told them sobbingly that we just had to have a room. We haunted the bulletin board until we got that final telegram saying he’d be here with bells on— oh, joy! It was the most beautiful dance 1 have ever seen. The orchestra was the very best of the year, and we were dancing in the clouds. It kind of combined all the sentimental things we dream about— dancing, flowers, and oh, just everything — even extra late per- missions. We ate until we were silly those last few weeks with all the clubs having their final banquets of the year. The junior luncheon at the hotel was lovely as always. At the Sullins Players, Radio Workshop, and Athletic Association dinners the awards for an active year were given. We began to find new places to study— at the rock quarry in our bathing suits mostly! We took picnic lunches to the lake and spent time between studies practicing new dives and trying to get a tan, just to prove we’d been to school in the south. We went boating and horseback riding and took long hikes over the campus. We drank iced tea and lemon- ade and ate strawberry short cake. We even took a few exams, our finals. These were the last tests we were to take at Sullins College. W c finished classes a week earlier than the juniors and between thoughts and plan-making for senior week, we struggled through our finals. The Juniors looked at us with pity, but just wait, we thought, until next week. Senior Week The last of May brought that week, the week we’d been gloating over all year. We had ploughed through our exams, and now we ran through the halls and campus yelling— not just shouting— “Work for the night is coming— work while the seniors play.” We ignored the neat little signs on each junior door which said, Ouiet, Genius at Work.” In fact, we made downright pests of ourselves. We spent our mornings at the Hut or at the lake. We didn’t get up a minute sooner than we really wanted to, but it was funny — I think we were all so afraid we’d miss something that we were up bright and early every day. We went to movies, swam, sang,