Sullins College - Sampler Yearbook (Bristol, VA)

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feature of Senior Week. and just played in general. It wasn ' t quite all that gay though— we couldn’t forget that soon we’d be leaving, and the parting was even more in our thought as we walked into chapel each morning in caps and gowns singing, “Hail, Sulims College, faithful and true. I don’t think I was alone with a lumpy throat. That week brought the morning in chapel that all the I lome Ec. students look forward to— when they can model the clothes they have made for us all to see. e were proud of many of our friends when we saw w hat they had done. Barbara Hill showed us what a tall girl can do with clothes. Libber, Natalie, Char, and Jeanne made us mights proud too! And Chu— she just looked darling! It ' s sure!} going to be hard to get used to not having her around next rear. The whole style show was cleverly presented, and it certain!} ' was proof of their skill and originality. The Art Exhibit on the last Thursday was really an accomplishment. Those girls worked hard all year on main things. It’s hard to believe that the} ' had time to turn out the masterpieces that the} ' did. The exhibit included the works of quite a few of our seniors — Martha Jean Boswell, Betty Lou Hardin, Frances Moore, Jane Osier. Rita Shaw, Mary Elizabeth Drake, Mimi Hoyt, True!} McGinley, Char Weather- ley, Ellen Pritchett, Julia Tanner, Jams Hale, and Georgia Hammett. Mr. Loomis gave his Vesper Organ Recital on Thursday evening. When lie plays, it honestly makes you feel a part of the music. Friday the May festival in the outdoor theater on the back campus revealed to us the beauties of the Senior Class of 1948. The queen. Beck} ' Pritchard, was simply beautiful, and she and her attendant, Frances Moore, followed the court parade. They’re both beautiful brunettes, and it was an impressive moment when Fran placed the crown on Becky’s head. We ' re right proud of the fact that our court had not only beaut} ' but brains as well. The court was honored by the May Da} ' Ballet that followed. ' l ire end of the Ballet brought a sad moment for the girls who would be leaving. We were really going to miss those ballet lessons with “Hardy,” and all the good times we’d had together. We said a sorrowful good-bye in our hearts as the Candle-light Service of the Academy took place on the front lawn. They sang their songs dedicated to each other and to the school, and in the cool evening formed their impressive candle-light figures. The next day they became alumnae in our amphi- theater. 4 lie} ' all wore the traditional long white dresses and carried huge bouquets. The annual horse show caused a big stir on the campus. Honestly, Dr. Martin is so proud of his equestriennes. We were all there cheering our friends to victor}. Everybody looked good! The exhibition riding was marvelous, and of course, the contests kept us on edge. I came back a little hoarse from veiling so loudly for my roommate. The Commencement Play was marvelous this vear! It’s always hard to find a play for girls, but the Dramatic Art Department has succeeded.

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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,

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The Juniors wish the Seniors a fond farewell at the Daisy Chain. We spent our last night together just kind of reminiscing, trying to crowd so many things into our last times together. We looked at our trunks but didn’t have the heart to begin packing. We leafed through our annuals and had our friends sign their pictures and leave us little notes that would later be a sentimental part of our memories. I don’t remember sleeping at all— there was too much to talk about. The Last Day There were many memories in that last day. Remember our Baccalaureate service at the State Street Methodist Church in the morning? It gave us new inspiration for the days soon to follow. In the afternoon we took our parents to the Mar- tin’s home for our last tea together. Daisy Chain Sunday evening brought us many tears. Remember the feeling we had as we sang our songs and solemnly watched as Poagy, Polly, and Dot gave their caps and gowns to their successors as Student Council president, Senior class president, and Editor- in-chief of the Sampler. Nothing could change the sentiment of that event. We saw the symbolic ivy planted, and we sang the Alma Mater — “On the hill stands Sullins College ’Neath fair skies of blue, May she ever stand so proudly, Glorious to view. Through her halls the echoes linger Of our college days, Comradeship and love and courage, Loyalty and praise. The May Festival and Academy Graduation are held in the amphitheater. Dearest Sullins in her glory Ever be our pride, And her name we’ll ever cherish, Spread it far and wide. Lift the chorus, speed it onward, Over hill and dale, Hail to thee, Our Alma Mater, Hail to thee, all Hail!” It was our “Good-bye” to Sullins, for soon we would receive those long awaited diplomas and cer- tificates and flip our tassels to the other side. Our invitations had read, “The Senior Class, The President and Faculty of Sullins College request the honour of your presence at the Seventy-eighth Com- mencement Exercises May the thirtieth, nineteen hundred forty-eight, Bristol, Virginia.” Now ' it was here. We heard the commencement message and heard Dr. Martin tell us that we were the best senior class Sullins College had ever graduated. It’s “Good-bye” to one thing and Hello” to another; but we carry much of the old with us for- ever, for wdio could forget days so full of fun and friendship? I w ' on’t and you won’t. So though we sing, “Farewell, Sullins, faithful and true,” we’re saying that we’ll always remember “the best years of our lives.” At the Daisy Chain, the Seniors bequeath their responsibilities, along with their caps and gowns, to the Juniors.