Trevecca Nazarene University - Darda Yearbook (Nashville, TN)

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THE DARDA Seniors m t x k t!Lm ■ - V Martha Duggan, President C. N. Haisten, Vice-President Margaret Lawson, Secretary East Point, Ga. Macon, Ga. Benton, 111. ' A woman she seems of cheerful He is a rich man who hath God A perfect woman nobly planned yesterdays and confident to- for his friend. morrows. Janette Bryer Harold Glenn, T reasiirer Jacksonville, Fla. Jacksonville, Fla. Patience mil overcome all ' A man of strong intellectual things. powers, and stalwart charac- ter, given to meditation. To warn, to comfort, and com- mand, And yet a spirit still and light With something of angelit light. Charles Calvin Bloomington, III. A soul sincere, in action faith- ful, in honor clear. Aubrey Garrison (no picture) Shawmut. Ala. ' Indeed true gladness does not always speak. Page Twenty-Two

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HIGH SCHOOL

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The School of Life We mount the stairs of life: A step we climb each day; Each time we lend a hand, We brighten uj our way. Wc take a book of life; A page we write each day; We bud into full bloom, And then vanish away. We lire, we learn, we die, And wherein do we gain? If we for self have lived ' Tis then we ' ve lived in vain. We meet life ' s bright sunshine We fight its bitter strife; We leave the schools of learning To join the school of life. High School Senior Prophecy • One day as I was sitting in the sun parlor of my bungalow, there suddenly came i rap at the door. Reluctantly answering it, I found our postman, who handed me a special delivery letter which, upon opening, I found contained five thousand dollars willed to me by my wealthy uncle who had recently died. • 1 returned to my knitting, my mind busied with thoughts of a thousand and one methods whereby the money might profitably be used. Finally I turned my radio on to hear an hour of evangelistic music. At the end of the program the announcer stated that the month of August would bring special rates for excursion to Egypt and the Holy Land. It dawned upon me at once that this would be a profitable way to spend the money since it had always been my desire to visit the pyramids. • I sent in my name as a prospective passenger and immediately started my plans for the trip. • On the morning of August 9, 1953, the U. S. S. Washington set out for the great world of the East. All the way over I planned how best to occupy my time. It passed all too soon, for on August 2 8 we pushed into the port of Africa, and soon I found myself in the fascinating land of Egypt. After a short rest I began my adventures. • We soon found a guide, and when he asked us where we would like to go first, we voted for the pyramids. Early one morning we started out for the Gizeh Pyramid to see the Cheops, one of the seven wonders of the world and the largest structure made by man. • After admiring the massive structure standing high in the heavens, we entered a dark, winding entrance which led gradually down for 321 feet to the Chamber of the great Cheops, lined with polished slabs of red granite. It was thought to be his burial place. • While we were inspecting this marvelous room a small voice said, I tell to man his end. With screams and shrieks the group rushed out, but before I could join them a door slammed — I stood motionless. Again the voice spoke, but more gently: What can I do for you? The first thing that entered my mind was the fate of the Trevecca High School seniors of nineteen hundred thirty-six. I thus informed him, and after offering me a seat he began: The vice-president, Clarence Haisten, is an English professor at Yale, majoring in nominative absolutes. The secretary, Mrs. Lawson, and her husband are nurse and surgeon in a great hospital in France. The treasurer, Harold Glenn, and his wife, the former Gertrude McClain, live on a ranch in Colorado, where Glenn learns all the history he desires and Gertrude enjoys romantic sunsets and sunrises on the mountain. Mr. Calvin, the bookworm of the senior class, has become a famous lawyer of Boston; Miss Bryer has married a wealthy London mer- chant; but Aubrey Garrison is still cutting wood for Trevecca. • The voice ceased, and the door opened. Scarcely aware of what I was doing I walked out the door into the dark entrance again. I whistled to the guide, and he escorted me out. How glad I was to be on familiar ground again! Page Twenty-Three —