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(title page) The Carolinian, Edited by the Senior Class, 1909
(cover) The Carolinian, 1909
(running title) The Carolinian, Vol. I.
201, [9] p., ill.
Greensboro, North Carolina
North Carolina State Normal and Industrial College
1909
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WHOSE WIDE SYMPATHIES, COURAGEOUS OPTIMISM, ABUNDANT ENERGY, CONTAGIOUS PATRIOTISM, FAR-SEEING WISDOM AND GENEROUS LOVE FOR HIS FELLOWMAN MADE HIM, FOR FIFTEEN YEARS, THE GREATEST SINGLE FORCE IN NORTH CAROLINA--THIS VOLUME IS GRATEFULLY AND AFFECTIONATELY DEDICATED.
Charles D. McIver.
CHARLES DUNCAN McIVER, eldest of nine children of Matthew Henry McIver and Sarah J. Harrington, was born in the community of old Buffalo Presbyterian Church, near Sanford in Moore County, North Carolina, September 27th, 1860. In this thrifty Scotch settlement, noted for godly living and a high standard of intelligence, the McIvers bore an honored and influential name. They were men of culture, and their large estates, though personally directed, were worked by a well cared for body of slaves. Their homes were comfortably furnished in good taste, and liberally supplied with the best books. Matthew Henry McIver was one of the influential men of his community. He was a successful farmer of excellent judgment, an elder in Buffalo Church, and highly esteemed by a wide circle of friends. After being fitted for college he gave up his intention of entering the State University in order to assume the management of his father's estate. This step he afterwards regretted, and he early impressed upon his own children the error of his youthful decision. On his return from cavalry service in the Confederate army he taught school for a brief time, and through life gave personal attention to the studies of his children, and provided at individual expense for their proper instruction. Evander McIver, father of Matthew Henry and grandfather of Charles Duncan, was familiarly known as Scotch Ever McIver. At the age of eight years he emigrated to North Carolina from the beautiful Isle of Skye, home and final resting place of the celebrated Flora MacDonald. By inheritance, and by successful industry, he became one of the largest land-owners in Moore County. He was an exceptionally well-read and well-informed man, and the owner of a library that would be considered large even in this day of many books. Dr. W. S. Lacy, in his historical sketch of Buffalo Church, pays high tribute to the "strong character and wide influence" of this able man. The mother of Charles D. McIver survives her distinguished son. She, too, on her maternal side is of Highland Scotch ancestry and her mother's family name, McNeill, fills an honored place in the annals of both Scotland and America. The Harringtons, her
father and his kinsfolk, were of English descent. They were prosperous people of high social standing, whose name may be found in an official and legislative capacity in the historical records of our State. Sprung from this noble ancestry, of which in his democratic sympathies he said little even to his most intimate friends; inheriting with strength of mind and body a reverent faith in God; and early taught by a cultured mother the dignity of manual labor and a love for what is best in human achievement;--Charlie McIver grew up a fine specimen of vigorous, self-reliant young manhood, strong in the determination to wear worthily an honored name and to be of some service to his State and generation.
In the fall of 1877 young McIver entered the University of North Carolina. Among the students in attendance there and destined to be intimately associated with him in his educational labors of later years, were Charles B. Aycock, Edwin A. Alderman and James Y. Joyner. McIver entered with characteristic zeal upon his new and broader life. He kept himself clean in mind and body, made wholesome progress in his studies, grew steadily in the estimation of faculty and students, won special distinction in Greek, Latin and French, and was honorably graduated in 1881 with the A. B. degree.
The fall of 1881 found him filling an assistant's place in a private school at Durham. A few months later he became principal of the school. During the spring of 1882 a movement was inaugurated at Durham for the establishment of a public school system supported by local taxation. When the opponents of the movement, thinking of course that a private school man would be quick to oppose a measure so adverse to his own interests, invited McIver to unite with them in accomplishing its defeat, they were amazed to hear him reply, "I shall not oppose it; on the contrary, I intend to vote for it and to do all in my power to see that the election is carried." The election was carried and the progressive young educator was called upon to assist in the organization of the system, and to serve as the first principal of the Durham Graded Schools. Eighteen months later he was called to Winston to perform a similar work of organization for the newly-established graded schools of that city. There he remained from February, 1884, until September 1886, when he became principal of the literary department of Peace Institute, Raleigh, North Carolina.
Meanwhile, Professor McIver, as he now came to be called, had associated himself with the North Carolina Teachers' Assembly and henceforth took all active part in all its deliberations. Every summer vacation was devoted to county institute work. He was thus gaining a more intimate acquaintance with his fellow-teachers and familiarizing himself with the educational needs of his
State. More important still as affecting both his happiness and future career, he was married in 1885, to Lula V. Martin, a graduate of Salem Academy and one of the most successful teachers of North Carolina. She it was who first directed his attention to the inadequate facilities for woman's education, and at her suggestion he made, before a teachers' institute at Winston, his first public speech in behalf of the higher education of women. At the time of her marriage she was a teacher in the Winston schools. Later she was lady principal of a seminary at Charlotte and was actively associated with her husband in his institute and campaign work. She had a mutual part in formulating the plans which led to the establishment of the State Normal and Industrial College, and gave valuable assistance in all the details of its organization.
Meanwhile the husband grew more and more zealous in the cause of education, especially public education. He magnified his calling, emphasized the dignity of teaching as a profession, urged better preparation and advocated the establishment of a State training school for teachers. For five years he now labored with apostolic fervor for the higher education of women. The school teacher, he declared, is our most important public official, and the proper training of women is the strategic point in the education of the race. He became the recognized leader of a new movement and as such was appointed by the Teachers' Assembly chairman of a committee to urge upon the General Assembly the necessity of establishing a State school for teachers. He urged, he pleaded, he wrote, he argued, addressing schools, clubs, institutes, general audiences, and the Legislature. The first bill presented to the General Assembly failed of passage by a few votes. Mclver knew no discouragement. Another Assembly would meet in two years, and he would in the meanwhile carry his message direct to the people. His earnest labors had already caused the dawn of an educational renaissance. Provision was made for two assistants to the State Superintendent of Education. Charles D. McIver and E. A. Alderman were called to the work, their duties, briefly stated, being to conduct teachers' institutes in every county and to thoroughly arouse the people to the necessity of education.
Now began one of the most important campaigns ever conducted in the State, and perhaps one of the most interesting in the history of public education. For three years, from September, 1889, to September, 1902, winter and summer, these men preached a crusade in behalf of unversal education. In every county and in every important city and town in the State, by lectures, by teaching, by public addresses, by conferences with teachers and school committeemen, by
talks with farmers, editors, county officials and politicians, by every approved method, in short, known to advocate and reformer the work was diligently and vigorously prosecuted. And through it all and at the base of all and dominating all was the keynote sounded by McIver: "The cheapest, easiest, and surest road to universal education is to educate the women, those who are to be the mothers and teachers of future generations."
The work was done as it had never been done before,--as it need never be done again in North Carolina. In 1891 Chairman McIver and his associates were again before the Legislature with a bill for the establishment of a State institution for the higher education and normal training of women. The bill passed almost without opposition and Charles Duncan McIver was elected president.
Now it was that this people's servant entered upon the work of building a people's college, an institution that should be worthy of the great State that gave it birth. It should be an open door of opportunity to every worthy white girl within the borders of the Commonwealth--a means of fitting her for good and useful citizenship. A woman's college for North Carolina women it should be, characterized by sound learning, liberal culture, earnest living and high thinking. The best that a State could give should be theirs; the best that educated women could give should be the State's. In this spirit was the institution conceived, and in this spirit the State Normal and Industrial College lived and grew anad prospered, presided over, inspired, guided and led by one who gave it all that man may give.
It is doubtful if any other public institution was ever in so true a sense the product of the unselfish love and labor of one man. As to him in largest measure are owing its conception and creation, so to him are due the policy which characterizes it, and the success which it has achieved. And this is true not merely in the larger matters pertaining to its general management, but in the many details relating to its work and administration. The college plant and its equipment, the departments of instruction, the courses of study, the various organizations, the ideas for which the institution stands, the spirit it exemplifies, the work it seeks to accomplish, all these are of his creation and this not through mere formal oversight and official dictation, but through the living spirit of creative work and fellow-service.
The hand and heart and brain of Dr. McIver were felt throughout the institution, but most, perhaps, in what may be called the spirit of the College. Its spiritual and mental atmosphere was a life-giving tonic, an impulse to noble
endeavor and unselfish service. Courage, patience, tolerance, self-reliance, patriotism, faith, self-control and, above all, a laudable desire to extend a helping hand to others--these were fruits of the spirit, priceless in value and immeasurable in influence. This was the College as McIver founded it--not a local habitation of brick and stone, but a power in human life.
Important as are these services they constitute but a part of the labors which won for Dr. McIver State and national recognition as all educational leader and statesman. "He was," to quote the words of one editorial and the substance of hundreds of others, "the State's most useful citizen, a leading force in every movement looking for progress in North Carolina." Appreciative estimates appearing in our national journals, such as The World's Work and The Outlook, referred to him as "McIver of North Carolina" and declared him to be "the son of the forward movement in his region."
Of the extent and wide variety of Dr. McIver's public service space does not permit us to speak. Nor may we even give a list of the honors conferred upon him, or the names of the scores of organizations to which he belonged. Some of these latter, such as the North Carolina Reunion Association and the Women's Betterment Association, he organized; many of them, including the National Educational Association, the Southern Educational Association, the Southern Educational Board and the North Carolina Teachers' Assembly, he served in all official capacity; and all of them, local, State and national, felt the guiding influence of his wonderfully helpful and inspiring personality.
Beginning with his first educational labors at Durham in 1881 and continuing to his lamented death, September 17, 1906, Dr. McIver gave to North Carolina and to humanity twenty-five years of active and beneficent service. Who shall estimate its value? Who shall reckon its ever-continuing and ever-multiplying influence? The General Assembly has seen fit to erect a memorial building in his honor. This is well, for it adds to the efficiency of an institution whose mission it is to serve the people of North Carolina. Others have said: "The College is his monument. Look about you--all this we owe to McIver." This is true and we do well to bear it in memory. But in a truer, larger sense, the ever-living McIver memorial is the blessed influence of his life in others. It lives today, when we who knew him, and loved him, and leaned hard upon him gratefully recognize its abiding influence; and it will endure--such our faith and consolation--till time shall be no more.
McIVER MEMORIAL BUILDING
CONTENTS [Illustration]
WE present to you, our readers, the first volume of "THE CAROLINIAN." Through this medium we offer you a glimpse into our College life, with its many duties and its equally numerous pleasures, with its work and its play--a life of countless opportunities made possible by the generosity of our beloved Old North State; and if by a perusal of these pages you are brought into a more appreciative knowledge and a more sympathetic understanding of the "Normal" as we know it and love it, we shall have attained the goal of our labor.
We wish to thank all who have helped in this work, especially, those members of the Faculty and the students of the C mmercial Department who have worked so untiringly with us.
The Editors.
EDITORS
MITCHELL, BOOTH, CAUBLE, LANDIS, SHUFORD, DUKE, JEFFREYS, DIXON, STANCILL, MCKAY, GREEN, MORING
PRESIDENT JULIUS I. FOUST
[Illustration] THE FACULTY
Julius I. Foust, Ph. B.
President.
William C. Smith, Ph. B.
English Language and Literature
Junius A. Matheson, A. B.
Pedagogy
Gertrude W. Mendenhall, B. S.
Mathematics
Eugene W. Gudger, M. S., Ph. D.
Biology and Geology
Anna M. Gove, M. D.
Physiology and Hygiene
William C. A. Hammel
Physics and Manual Arts
Mary M. Petty, B. S.
Chemistry
Mary Settle Sharpe
Expression
Viola Boddie
Latin
Hinda T. Hill
French
Bertha M. Lee
German
Hermann H. Hoexter, B. S., B. Mus.
School and Vocal Music
Laura L. Brockmann
Piano and Harmony
Charles J. Brockmann
Stringed Instruments and Piano
CHARTER MEMBERS OF THE FACULTY
MELVILLE VINVENT FORT, SUE MAY KIRKLAND, E. J. FORNEY, VIOLA BODDIE, GERTRUDE W. MENDENHALL
Myra Alderman Albright
Piano
Eugenia Harris
Piano
Melville Vincent Fort
Industrial Drawing and Art
Minnie L. Jamison
Domestic Science
E. J. Forney
Stenography, Typewriting and Bookkeeping
Robert A. Merritt, A. B.
Psychology and History of Education
Katherine M. McNaughton, B. S.
Domestic Art
Bertha May Bell
Physical Culture
FACULTY
OELAND L. BARNETT, JULIA DAMERON, NELLIE BOND, ANNA M. GOVE, MINNIE L. JAMISON, BERTHA M. LEE, W. C. SMITH, MARY M. PETTY
Nellie Ashburn Bond
Instructor in English
Julia M. Raines
Instructor in Manual Arts
Cora Strong, A. B.
Instructor in Mathematics
Anna L. Howard
Instructor in German
Nettie Leete Parker
Instructor in Mathematics
Martha Elizabeth Winfield
Instructor in English
Rebecca Schenck
Instructor in History
Julia Dameron A. B.
Instructor in English
FACULTY
CORA STRONG, CHARLES J. BROCKMANN, LAURA H. COIT, MARY SETTLE SHARP, MARTHA E. WINFIELD, NETTIE LEETE PARKER, EUGENE W. GUDGER, BERTHA M. BELL
Oeland L. Barnett
Instructor in Latin
Bessie Daniel
Instructor in Commercial Department
Annie F. Petty
Library Methods
Mary Robinson
Instructor in Biology
Ivah Bagby
Instructor in English
L. Clare Case
Instructor in Latin
Pattie McAdams
Instructor in Hygiene
Anna Meade Michaux
Supervising Teacher in Training School
FACULTY
LAURA L. BROCKMANN, JUNIUS MATHESON, IVAH BAGBY, L. CLARE CASE, REBECCA SCHENCK, ROBERT A. MERRITT, MYRA ALDERMAN ALBRIGHT, MARY ROBINSON
Annie W. Wiley
Supervising Teacher in Training School
Iola V. Exum
Supervising Teacher in Training School
Lizzie McIver Weatherspoon
Supervising Teacher in Training School
Annie Martin McIver
Supervising Teacher in Training School
Ione H. Dunn
Supervising Teacher in Training School
Ethel Lewis Harris
Supervising Teacher in Training School
Ruth Fitzgerald
Supervising Teacher in Training School
Sue Nash
Supervising Teacher in Training School
FACULTY
KATHERINE M. MCNAUGHTON, BESSIE DANIEL, ETTA SPIER, HERMANN H. HOEXTER, HINDA T. HILL, EUGENIA HARRIS, ANNA L. HOWARD
Sethelle Boyd
Supervising Teacher in Training School
Lucy Viele Thurston
Supervising Teacher in Training School
Julius I. Foust
President
William C. Smith
Dean
Sue May Kirkland
Lady Principal
Anna M. Gove
Physician
Pattie McAdams
Trained Nurse
Eliza N. Woollard
Assistant Nurse
FACULTY
ANNIE F. PETTY, LENA DAVIES, ANNE LEE SHUFORD, MAMIE TOLAR, INEZ DAUGHTREY, ELIZA N. WOOLLARD, MAMIE G. BANNER, PATTIE MCADAMS
Mrs. Lena Davies
Matron
Mamie Tolar
Supervisor of Dining-Room
E. J. Forney
Bursar
Laura H. Coit
Secretary
Anne Lee Shuford
Registrar
Mamie G. Banner
Stenographer
Annie F. Petty
Librarian
Inez Daughtrey
Assistant Librarian
FACULTY
SUE NASH, ANNIE W. WILEY, RUTH FITZGERALD, LIZZIE MCIVER WEATHERSPOON, LUCY VIELE THURSTON, ANNE MEADE MICHAUX, IONE H. DUNN, IOLA V. EXUM, SETHELLE BOYD, ANNIE MARTIN MCIVER, ETHEL LEWIS HARRIS
ADMINISTRATION BUILDING
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[Mary Baldwin Mitchell] |
[Mary Baldwin Mitchell] |
"And thou art worthy; full of power;
As gentle, liberal-minded, consistent."
Cornelian; Critic of Class, Fall Term, '05; President of Class, Fall Term, '06; President of Class, Spring Term, '09; Editor of CAROLINIAN, '08-'09; Marshal, '07-'08; Marshal, '08-'09; Vice-President of Athletic Association, '05-'06; Secretary of Athletic Association, '07-'08; President of Young Women's Christian Association, '08-'09; President of Students' Building Association, '08-'09.
[Jean Booth] |
[Jean Booth] |
"She is a winsome wee thing
She is a bonny wee thing."
Cornelian; Critic of Class, Spring Term, '08; Vice-President of Class, Fall Term, '08; Historian of Class, '08-'09; Editor Of CAROLINIAN, '08-'09.
[Bessie Lucile Cauble] |
[Bessie Lucile Cauble] |
"Our business in the field of fight
Is not to question, but to prove our might."
Cornelian; Vice-President of Class, Spring Term, '07; Critic of Class, Fall Term, '08; Editor of CAROLINIAN, '08-'09; Marshal '08-'09.
[Okla Dees] |
[Okla Dees] |
"Zealous, yet modest; innocent, though free;
Patient of toil, serene amidst alarms."
Cornelian; Secretary of Class, Spring Term, '08; Marshal, '08-'09; Editor of Slate Magazine, '07-'08; Editor-in-Chief of Slate Normal Magazine, '08-09.
[Nettie Dixon] |
[Nettie Dixon] |
[]Think'st thou existence doth depend on time?
It doth; but actions are our epochs."
Cornelian; Vice-President of Class, Fall Term, '06; Critic of Class, Spring Term, '09; Business Manager of CAROLINIAN, '08-'09; Vice-President of Athletic Association, '08-'09.
[Edna Hardcastle Duke] |
[Edna Hardcastle Duke] |
"Accuse not Nature; she hath done her part;
Do thou but thine."
Cornelian; Critic of Class, Spring Term, '06; Critic of Class, Fall Term, '07; Last Will and Testament of Class, '09; Business Manager of CAROLINIAN, '08-'09; Vice-President of Athletic Association, '06-'07; President of Athletic Association, '08-'09.
[Evelyn Haynes Gudger] |
[Evelyn Haynes Gudger] |
"She hath a natural, wise sincerity,
A simple truthfulness, and these have lent her
A dignity as marvelous as the center."
Adelphian; Entered Class Fall of '08; Secretary of Class, Spring Term, '09.
[Cora Hart] |
[Cora Hart] |
"Who mixed reason with pleasure and sdom with mirth;
If she has any faults, she hath left us in doubt."
Adelphian: Entered Class Fall of '08; Vice-President of Class, Spring Term, '09.
[Paulina Hassell] |
[Paulina Hassell] |
"Tranquillity I thou better name
Than all the family of fame."
Cornelian; Vice-President of Class, Fall Term, '07; President of Class, Spring Term, '08: Treasurer of Class, Spring Term '09; Marshal, '07-'08.
[Katherine McDonald Jeffreys] |
[Katherine McDonald Jeffreys] |
"I slept, and dreamed that life was Beauty;
I woke and found that life was Duty."
Cornelian; Vice-President of Class, Fall Term, '05; Prophet of Class, '08-'09; Editor of State Normal Magazine '08-'09; Editor-in-Chief Of CAROLINIAN, '08'09.
[Flieda Johnson] |
[Flieda Johnson] |
"Welcome ever smiles,
And farewell goes out sighing."
Adelphian; Treasurer of Class, Spring Term, '06; President of Class, Fall Term, '07; Marshall '08-'09.
[Florence Pugh Landis] |
[Florence Pugh Landis] |
"Her every tone is music's own,
Like those of morning birds,
And something more than melody
Dwells ever in her words."
Adelphian; President of Class, Spring Term, '07; Editor of CAROLINIAN, '08-'09; Poet of Class, '08-'09; Marshal, '07-'08; Vice-President Athletic Association, '07-'08.
[Lola Lasley] |
[Lola Lasley] |
"Of surpassing beauty and in the bloom of youth."
Adelphian; Treasurer of Class, Spring Term '07; Marshal, '08-'09; Editor-in-Chief of State Normal Magazine, '07-'08, '08-'09.
[Hal Morrison] |
[Hal Morrison] |
"I laugh, for hope hath a happy place with me,
If my bark sinks, 'tis to another sea."
Adelphian; Vice-President of Class, Spring Term, '08; Chief Marshal, '08-'09.
[Clara Sloan] |
[Clara Sloan] |
"O blest with temper whose unclouded ray
Can make tomorrow as cheerful as today."
Adelphian; entered Class, Fall of '08; Treasurer of Class, Fall Term, '08.
[Jessie Gowan Smoak] |
[Jessie Gowan Smoak] |
"Persuasive speech and more persuasive sighs,
Silence that spoke and eloquence of eyes."
Adelphian; Treasurer of Class, Spring Term, '08; President of Class, Fall Term, '08; Marshal, '07-'08; Marshal, '08-'09.
[Claude Umstead] |
[Claude Umstead] |
[']I, thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated
To closeness and the bettering of my mind."
Adelphian; Secretary of Class, Fall Term, '07; Editor of State Normal Magazine, '08-'09; Critic of Athletic Association, '08-'09.
[Velna Pope]
"First, then, a woman will or won't, depend on't,
If she will do't, she will; and there's an end on't."
Cornelian; Treasurer of Class, Fall Term, '07; Secretary of Class, Fall Term, '08.
[Linda Shuford]
"I stood among them, but not of them; in a shroud
Of thoughts which were not their thoughts."
Adelphian; Entered Class, Fall of '08; Editor of CAROLINIAN, '08-'09.
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ROBERT A. MERRITT, JR.,
The Class Mascot
HAPPY is the country which has no history." If this be true of a class as well as a country, then the first year of the Class of 1909 was a happy one. We know that some time during the fall of 1905 this Class was organized. It consisted of only nineteen members, who adopted for their colors light blue and white, and for their flower the white carnation. We were during the first year of our existence as college students much as other Freshmen are, as green as the average "new girl", but we hope not more so, and though few in number, we were stout of heart and determined to live up to our motto ---- "Carpe diem."
During the spring term of our first year on St. Patrick's Eve we were entertained in a most delightful manner by the Sophomores. A little more than a month later, on the twenty-seventh of April, we invited the Seniors and Faculty to assembly on the campus in front of the Administration Building to witness the planting of our tree. Slowly and silently through the darkness there stalked from all quarters of the campus ghosts bearing lanterns decorated with ghastly skulls and cross-bones. These ghosts gathered together and with impressive ceremony planted the linden which now the cherished emblem of our Class.
In September, 1906, these faithful members of this little band who had bravely overcome the difficulties of Freshman examinations, returned to the College wise Sophomores. We were glad to be together again after three months of rest and pleasure, and were ready to assume our new duties. But how changed the College seemed without our beloved President, Dr. McIver. Although we had known him for so short a time, his kindly smile and pleasant, cherry work had made brighter many a day for us; his wonderful personality had inspired us, and we loved him. We realize that coming in contact, even for a few months, with a spirit such as his can not but have a lasting influence upon our lives.
This year we spent earnestly struggling--sometimes in vain--with unknowns, sines and cosines, algebra problems, Horace and Vergil. However, we still had a little time for other pleasures than those derived from study. Our basketball
team was organized and since that time one of our ambitions has been to win a single game. We began early in the year to discuss plans for entertaining the Freshmen. After carefully weighing the matter, we finally decided on a Mother Goose party as the most fitting entertainment for them. So, on the twenty-third of February we put away our Sophomore dignity, and, together with the Freshmen, enjoyed an evening with Mother Goose, Little Bo-Peep, Jack and Jill, and other old friends of our childhood.
Before we were aware of it, April had come again and with it the birthday of our tree. Again ghost-like forms appeared around the tree of 1909, where with song and yell and weird ceremony we celebrated its first birthday. The remaining few weeks of this spring were full of work and, for the most part, uneventful. However, during commencement there occurred an event of great interest to us, as, indeed, it was to every one connected with the College. This was the election of Mr. Foust as our president. Those of us who have been at the institution since his election, and have seen his earnest and constant efforts in behalf of us and our College, rejoice in the choice of the board of directors and feel that they could have found no more worthy successor to our first great president than Mr. Foust.
On September thirtieth, 1907, the Junior Class held its first meeting. During the year 1907-1908 nothing of great importance occurred in the history of the Class. During the fall term, when our minds were not occupied with jingle bells, electric batteries, wireless telegraphy, pedagogy, psychology or some other subject of equal gravity, we were busy making paper roses, planning costumes and making menu cards. For we hoped to entertain the Class of 1908 before the Christmas holidays. But our plans were frustrated and it was not until February the first that our preparations were completed. On the evening of this date the Seniors assembled at Versailles were King Louis XIV, assisted by the ladies and gentlemen of his court, gave a royal banquet in their honor.
April again brought the birthday of our tree. This time the celebration in honor of it was more elaborate than it had ever been before. The ghosts appeared bearing lanterns as in other years. But besides her lantern each weird sister bore in her hand something that had brought to the Juniors worry or trouble. Near the linden tree a huge cauldron boiled and bubbled. The ghostly forms circled around the tree and each one with fitting words flung into the cauldron the object of her hatred. Geometry, algebra, Latin, chemistry, shared the same fate. Then the Class Song was sung, the Yell given and the ghosts quietly vanished in the darkness.
With the opening of the College in the fall of 1908 the Class of 1909 took up the duties and responsibilities of Seniorhood. Although these duties and responsibilities have been many, we have had much to make us happy during this last year of our college life. On the evening of October sixteenth, while Greensboro was in the midst of her glorious centennial celebration, President and Mrs. Foust took the Seniors, and Marshals on a delightful car ride. Not long after this, on the twenty-fifth of November, we spent a most enjoyable evening in the Curry Building, entertained by Mr. Matheson, assisted by the Faculty of the Training School.
Perhaps the crowning social event of our Senior year occurred on February eighth. On that evening the Juniors took us to the Opera House to "The Man of the Hour." When we returned to the College we were conducted to the Administration Building, where one of the recitation rooms had been transformed, by means of Japanese lanterns, umbrellas and potted plants. Here a three-course banquet was served by waiters in Japanese costume.
But there have been other things of a less pleasant nature to fill the minds of the Seniors. For examinations still had to be taken, essays had to be written, and Training School lessons had to be planned and taught. Although the Training School will always be dear to the heart of each one of us, during the early fall our work there was placed first upon the list of our troubles. However, the kindly encouragement and sympathy of the supervising teachers have had their effect and we now look forward with sadness to the time when we will no longer be Senior teachers in the Training School, as well as to the time when we will no longer be students of the State Normal College.
In three respects the Class of 1909 is different from the classes that have preceded it. This is the first Class in the history of the College to graduate with the same number of numbers with which it was organized. Ours if the first Class, too, to take the responsibility of publishinga college annual. But the distinction of which we are justly proud is that of being the first Class to graduate under the new course of study. With our Freshman year this new course of study went into effect. The standard of the College was raised and it was decided that beginning with the Class of 1909 the graduates of the College should receive a degree with their diplomas.
Dear Classmates, we'll be loyal
To Alma Mater dear,
We'll strive to live our motto
In all our duties here:
Let "Carpe Diem" lead us
Always to work and win,
And then successful you will find
The Class of Nineteen Nine.
Some day we will be parted,
And far from here may go,
But we will always cherish
This spot that we love so
Our thoughts will linger here,
Our love for thee will grow
For Alma Mater we are thine,
The Class of Nineteen Nine.
THE PINES,
LONG ISLAND,
August 12, 1930.
DEAR NETTIE:
It is almost midnight, but I shall take time to write you about the first day of the Class reunion. We are all so sorry that your school work in the Philippines prevents your coming. Wasn't it lovely of Jean to invite us to her beautiful home! When I received her wireless message, I was flying through the streets of New York on my way home from my year's teaching in the woods of Maine. Without delay I sent a message to the home folks and turned my aeroplane toward Long Island.
Arriving at Jean's I was surprised to find a large number of my old classmates already there. I had thought of the girls as they were when at college, and it was a shock to find how different they looked. At first I felt almost among strangers, but soon became used to their changed appearance and realized that they are the same dear old girls who shared the trials and joys of college life.
We could hardly wait for Cora Hart, who has the position of physical director at the College to tell us about the great work the Normal is now doing.
"I suppose, Clara, you teach there too," I remarked after she had finished, "for I know that you can't live without Cora."
"I did think about accepting a position there, but decided to get married instead."
"What! you married? Why I always thought you hated men and dogs."
"So I did, but as the poet says,'A man's a man for a' that'; so I decided to take my chance in the matrimonial market, and I am glad that I did."
This was too much for me, and I resolved not to be shocked at anything further I might hear or see, since Clara, after all her protestations, had deserted the ranks of the faithful.
As we were sitting in the hall a familiar voice cried, "What! are these old ladies really you?" All turned in horror to stare at the intruder. In the doorway stood a gay figure dressed in the latest and most extravagant fashion.
"Don't you know me?"
"Paulina Hassell," screamed Bessie. "Well, I did think better of you."
"Well, it's so, all the same. But really I hope you all appreciate the pleasures I am giving up to be at this reunion. Dear me, Kate! you mustn't fix your hair in that dowdy, old-fashioned way. Let me show you the latest style, just out; in fact, I invented it myself. And Bessie Cauble, your dress is awful, simply awful."
Bessie drew herself up to her full height, put on her glasses and glared balefully at the frivolous Paulina, who now launched forth into a recital of her numerous flirtations.
"Miss Hassell," she said coldly, "as professor of Chaldee, calculus, astronomy and aeronautics and the World's University, and as the most successful inventor of airships living, I think I might have the privilege of dressing to suit my own taste."
"Oh! don't fuss; it is disgraceful at your age," begged Florence. "To tell the truth, neither of you is dressed artistically. Now the costume used in my Salon picture--"
"Wasn't it called'Inez?'" interrupted Okla. "I saw it when I was in Europe."
"What are you doing, Okla?" I asked.
"I! Do you mean to tell me that you don't know I am editor of both the latest Paris Fashion and of the Literary Review?"
"I have been teaching in the woods," I suggested timidly.
"Well, that accounts for it," replied Okla, somewhat mollified. "But children, have you all seen Jessie Smoak's latest poem? It is'An Ode to a Wrenn', and it is one of the most touching love poems in modern literature. Thirty thousand copies of the first edition of her'Nature Poems' were sold in this country and Great Britain."
"Girls, come here quick! Who in the world is this coming?" called Jean. All flew to the window, and saw the strangest procession we had ever seen. First walked the coachman with a cage, inside of which an angry parrot clung frantically to the bars, uttering weird maledictions upon the universe. After him came the driver with a bandbox, an old valise and a lunch basket; then a quaint figure carrying a huge Maltese tenderly in her arms.
"Jean, it is Lola, for she is chewing gum."
"Of course it's Lola." replied that lady hotly. "Who else should it be? Dear Tommy is so tired from his long dusty trip. Isn't he a dear cat? So much nicer than men."
"A perfect love. And now we are all hear except Edna and Nettie. Edna is in the neighborhood, but her work prevents her coming today, and I promised to take the Class over to see her tomorrow. Girls, guess what Edna is doing?" Nobody could imagine; so Jean said, "She is a nun; think of it! You can appreciate my feelings when I first saw her robed in the somber livery of the sisters, with a meek, saintly look on her face. I looked twice before I was sure it was Edna."
"Velna, how do you like being chef at the Waldorf Astoria?"
"I think it fine, and am getting on nicely."
"Isn't it fortunate that Hal is home on a vacation, or we would not have seen her. Hal, do tell us about your life in Korea." So Hal proceeded to take up the rest of the evening with a long recital of her work as a missionary.
After dinner, Claude Umstead, the great prima donna, sang a number of the arias with which she is accustomed to charm Europe. Then Flieda, better known as "Brer Rabbit," told us some of her most famous stories. But we didn't realize how distinguished our Class had become, until Mary Mitchell informed us that she and Evelyn could only stay a few days, as they must return to Washington to arrange for the coming election of President.
"What has Evelyn to do with it?" I asked.
"I am manager of Mary's campaign, of course," she replied. Evelyn was always good at managing, so I feel sure that her party will win.
"Girls," cried Linda, our celebrated actress, "it is bedtime; but before we go, let's drink a toast to the continued success of the Normal College and the dear old Class of 1909." And so endeth the first day.
Well, old girl, it is almost morning; and I must stop. One of us will write to you each day. As ever,
Your friend,
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[The] CLASS OF 1909, realizing that it will soon be obliged to leave these walls and to enter upon a new life in a strange land, and being in possession of certain property and effects of which it wishes to dispose before departing, has drawn up this document: We, the Class of 1909, being of sound mind and body (that is to say, as sound as could be expected considering our past four years of mental and physical contortions), do now and hereby declare and publish this final disposition of our property in manner and form following, to-wit:
this emblem of their class, their aim may be so true that they will never miss the bulls-eye on the target of success.
We herewith nominate and appoint Miss Kirkland and Mr. Foust executors of this will to carry out its provisions, according to the interest and meaning of the same.
IN WITNESS WHEREOF, we hereunto subscribe our hands and seal on this, the twenty-fourth day of May, nineteen hundred and nine.
(Signed) CLASS OF 1909.
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| Colors | Motto | Flower |
| Cream and White | Service | White Rose |
JUNIOR CLASS
THREE years ago, with the best of knowledge seekers that September always brings to the College, came seventy-five timid girls to enter upon student life. It was not long before they were united as the Class of 1910, with green and white as colors, and the white rose as Class flower.
In those early days our rose was merely a bud, vividly shaded with green, but bearing marks of unusual promise. This flowers was a true symbol of our Class at the time. Its talent and strength lay unrevealed, and needed only time for its development into beauty and fragrance. In all our proceedings our greenness was displayed. Often in our meetings we disregarded parliamentary rules entirely, and did not hesitate to reconsider matters already decided upon. Many and original were the opinions we gave, and lengthy our discussions of them. Our first appearance in public as Freshmen was on Thanksgiving Eve, when we planted the little Mclver Oak on the campus. This was done with such absolute secrecy that the Class won the reputation, unusual for girls, of keeping secrets implicitly. A red-letter day in our Freshman year was the one on which we were entertained by the Sophomores at a Mother Goose party--very appropriate for us, as the higher classes said with scorn. In our studies we went to work with never failing zeal, delving deep into the mysteries of geometry, and struggling heroically with difficulties of Latin.
The days flew by, and soon our Freshman year had passed, vacation was over, and we were back at College as Sophomores. The petals of our rosebud had now slightly unfolded, its green was of a more delicate tint, and its real beauty began to appear. With a feeling of lordly supremacy and elation, the rose lifted high its head, looking down disdainfully upon the flowers near by. Of course, our Class had its allotted share of Sophomoric self-confidence and unparalleled wisdom, as a token of which the Seniors presented us with a stuffed owl at commencement. The birthday of our little oak was celebrated with great pomp. Dressed in kimonos, and carrying Japanese lanterns over our shoulders, we gathered around our now spreading oak and sang songs in its honor. The
Japanese effect which was carried out in this celebration later developed into the "general idea" which has been prominent ever since in all our festivities. We now tried our skill in the gentle art of entertaining, chiefly in honor of Freshmen, and developed into a brilliant company of actresses at our presentation of "Cranford." The crowning glory of our Sophomore year was the winning of the trophy cup in the basket-ball tournament. While we entered enthusiastically into athletics, we still retained the spirit of scholars, diligently solving the knottiest problems, and carefully concocting the most remarkable compounds in the laboratory.
As our Junior days approached, our Class rose gradually opened wider and wider, the white tints became purer and purer, while it exhaled a sweeter and deeper perfume on all around. Since the days when it was a bud many petals have fallen off, but those left are growing more and more beautiful. As Juniors we are working very earnestly to shed forth the most elevating influence possible, and to make the Class of 1910 renowned. Much talent and ability is unfolding which has been hitherto undeveloped. Class love and feeling is being fostered and made stronger every day. While life has a more serious meaning, and momentous affairs weigh down upon us, the days are full of pleasures. Now every hour brings the time nearer when our rose will burst into its full beauty of Seniorhood. We hope, indeed, that our fragrance will beautify the lives around us, and thus carry out our motto, "Service."
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Loving hearts will praise thee,
Loving voices sing,
Out across the green fields
Let the chorus ring,
Strong, and free, and fearless,
Cheer her once again,
While the hills re-echo
1910.
Service is the watchword,
Rose so pure and white,
Symbol of the Class
Which battles for the right.
Loyal to our Class, then,
Cheer her once again,
Class of truth and honor--
1910.
DREAMING
| Motto | Flower | Colors |
| Als Ich Kann | Red Carnation | Red and White |
SOPHOMORE CLASS
SEPTEMBER 18th, 1907, was the eventful day of our arrival--the Class of 1911. For a week those of us who had no examinations enjoyed the novelty of our surroundings, and then the world about us suddenly narrowed to recitation rooms, books, and chalk. The thrall of geometry was upon us, and we worked uninterrupted, principally on this subject, until November, when initiation and organizing the Class broke the monotony, if one may dare to call it that. Now society and Class meetings were to be looked forward to, and enthusiastic groups discussed the beauty of red and white as our Class colors, and of "Als ich kann" as our motto.
With this motto before us, and geometry ruling our minds, it is scarcely remarkable that the aim of the Class became one that corresponds in a manner to a theorem of Ratio and Proportion: "The Class of 1911 shall be to its antecedents as most classes think they are to their antecedents," although it was not expressed in these words. Every one, especially the antecedents, will admit that this is a hard proposition. But at any rate we began correctly, letting our Class be represented by a sturdy little water oak on the front campus. Then we considered the first step in our proof, which we finally accomplished in April, 1908. We used basket-ball prowess as the standard of comparison, and in coming out second in the tournament showed that we were at least "equal to, if not greater than," any Freshman class that had gone before us. So the first step is behind us.
In September, 1908, we met again, slightly reduced in number, and spent our first week in growing accustomed to calling ourselves Sophomores, and in acquiring a small amount of dignity. That was no easy task, but by thus disciplining our minds and tongues to the inevitable, we made our progress in trig. and chemistry a little easier.
The routine was again practically unbroken until late in the fall, when we called attention to our little representative, the oak, celebrating its first anniversary by a gypsy camp-meeting. This step in our proof is certainly not similar to any other in the history of the College, but we will leave it to the judgment
of the spectators as to whether it was "equal or equivalent to" the celebrations of preceding Sophomore classes. Then, knowing that we must also be "equal to any given condition," we tried our hand at dramatic art, producing a "Comedy in Five Acts" in honor of the Freshmen. The dominant tone of this comedy was lavender and white, which were their class colors; the prevailing motive, and it succeeded very well, was to keep them guessing.
Having proceeded thus far we shall continue using the method, "Als ich kann," which has proved very satisfactory, and shall strive in all things to be worthy of our red and white.
THE HISTORIAN.
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Ours is the Class of Nineteen 'leven,
Ours is the Class of the Red and White,
Sophomores now, but ever striving
To reach, in knowledge, a greater height.
So we go forward, our aspirations
Leading us on to the goal we seek;
Working on upward and striving onward,
Knowing that later our deeds may speak:--
Speak, and speak loudly, in helpful cadence,
Righting the wrongs that our path may cross;
Ever a hand to the weak out-holding,
Seeking to separate gold from dross.
Let us, my comrades, be eager, ever
Something to do for this world of pain,
So that, somewhere, they may write truly
About us--that we have not lived in vain.
Mottoes are good as we keep their spirit,
Guiding us true, as we live and learn,
Ours we selected to help us forward
Keeping it hopefully, "Als ich Kann.[]
FRESHMAN
| Motto | Colors | Flower |
| Loyal in Everything | Lavender and White | Violet |
FRESHMAN CLASS
THE history of the Class of 1912 may be said to date back in the dim unknown of the graded schools, where from earliest days of childhood the individuals that make up our goodly number of one hundred and twenty Freshmen received the training preparatory to the entrance into the wondrous world of college life. Swiftly the years passed, and at length with high school diplomas in our trunks, and heads brimming over with dazzling visions of the impression which our vast store of knowledge would create upon our future teachers and schoolmates, we started on our journey toward our Alma Mater.
We arrived at the College, but before one night had passed our prospect of life had sadly changed. The examinations of which we had thought little of before, suddenly confronted those of us who were without that greatest of charms--a certificate. Besides the examinations, we were assailed by the terrible pangs of homesickness, and felt a strong inclination for tears every time our thoughts strayed homeward. These were sternly repressed, however, and we heroically went through the ordeals that awaited us. Things were new and strange and our pride received many a blow before we began fully to comprehend that we were not the whole school, but only a very small and verdant part of it. We learned to reverence the Seniors, to admire the Juniors, and to stand in wholesome awe of the wisdom of the Sophomores. But every cloud has its silver lining, and ours manifested itself in a delightful and hitherto unknown form. In "cases" we found a solace for all our woes.
For two long months we remained a heterogeneous mixture of girls without a name or a leader, but finally, at a mass-meeting of the entire body, Nannie McArn was elected president and we attained the dignity of a class.
New difficulties met us in the form of parliamentary rules. In our eagerness to express our opinion, we all rose at once; and motions followed motions so thick and fast that we were able to keep no count of them. With experience came knowledge, and since that time that Class has been steadily progressing toward those high ideals which it has set for itself.
Instead of hazing customarily inflicted upon the Freshmen by the Sophomores at college for boys, we received tickets to "A Comedy in Five Acts, presented
by the Sophomore Company at the Veilchen Theater." The Veilchen Theater, otherwise the dining hall, was most beautifully decorated with evergreens and violets, one-half of it being tastefully fitted up as a reception room, the other serving its original purpose. During the first act of the comedy, which was entitled "Music Hath Charms," several exquisite vocal and instrumental selections were rendered by members of the Class, together with two or three popular selections by the College Orchestra. Throughout the next act, "and thereby hangs a tale," we were held spellbound by "Sally Ann's Experience," a delightful recitation. At our places at the table besides a lovely lavender and white pennant, each of us found a nutshell containing a slip of paper on which was written some appropriate rhyme. After we were seated, the President of the Sophomore Class requested us to read our slips, and then the third act,
"O, wad some power the giftie gie us
To see oursel's as ithers see us,"
began. Delicious refreshments were served by waiters dressed in lavender and white, and we were bidden to "Eat, drink and be merry." The last act was entitled "As You Like It," during which we did as we pleased. Some time in the "wee sma' hours" of the morning we reluctantly went home to regale our less fortunate roommates with a vivid description of a delightful entertainment.
Finally, on the night of February l3th, we presented our first gift to the College, a valentine. A sturdy little silver leaf maple, designed to be our representative when we ourselves shall have departed, greeted the sun on the morning of St. Valentine's day--and not a soul knew about it till the deed was done.
Although our ranks have been thinned by the deadly foe, mid-term examinations, we are still a goodly number, and are striving to live up to our motto, "Loyal in everything."
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Here's to the Freshman, verdant and green,
Here's to the Sophomore naughty,
Here's to the Junior, fair youthful queen,
And here's to the Senior so haughty.
Toast with your glasses,
Drink to the lasses,
We'll warrant each proves a delight to her classes.
Shorthand Girls
COOKING CLASS
ENTRANCE HALL OF STUDENTS BUILDING
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ADELPHIAN SOCIETY HALL
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LITTLE TEMPIE PARKER HARRIS
(Sponsor for the Adelphian Society)
ADELPHIAN SOCIETY
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CORNELIAN SOCIETY HALL
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CORNELIAN SOCIETY
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[Marshals]
NORMAL MAGAZINE STAFF
KATE JEFFREYS, OKLA DEES, CLAUDE UMSTEAD, ELIZABETH ROBINSON, LOLA LASLEY, LAURA WEILL
"Not by might, nor by power, but by my spirit, saith the Lord of Hosts."