Vol. No. I
OXFORD COLLEGE, OXFORD, N. C, MAY, 1922
These parts will not be given on class
dav, but were written bv the Senior
Class especially for the paper.
CLASS HISTORY OF 1922
Just before the sunshine of peace
gave joy to the world, after the gloomy
daj’S of the war, the class of 1922 be
gan its career. We were a “green” anc
timid group of candidates for know!
edge, but our uneasiness was soon dis
pelled by the unusual kindness of the
Sophomores and the upper classmen.
Several receptions and entertainments
were given us to help drive away the
“blues.” Thus, in a short time we be
came full}' adjusted to the college en
vironment. But, alas, the dreadful dis
ease known as “Flu” made its first ap
pearance, and our President found it
necessary to suspend school for a few
weeks. However, we came back more
determined than ever to~ travel onward
companionably in the field of knowledge
One bright morning soon after our re
turn, our hearts throbbed with joy, for
the bells were ringing in a glorious era
of peace. Indeed, this bright outlook
was not illusive, for our entire year.w'as
as pleasant and profitable as its auspi
cions beginning seemed to prophesy.
Returning for our Sophomore year,
we found our class much enlarged. No
one would ever have believed that this
jolly, carefree group of Sophomores was
really the Freshman Class of the year
before. This was probably the happiest
year of our college life.
We organized our Junior Class in the
fall of 1920 with twenty-six members,
Gladys Tapp Jones being elected our
president. Many w'ere the pleasures and
disappointments of this year, the most
memorable of the latter being over our
long-anticipated trip to Wake Forest.
We truly followed our motto, “Row
ing, not drifting,” for we met high
waves on every hand, and we faced them
like hardy sailors. We worked while
we worked, and entered with zest into
pleasure. We. had the honor of being
invited to a delightful reception given
b}' Miss Esther Kinney, sponsor of the
1921 class of Wake Forest. *
At commencement we took upon our
selves the responsibility of making the
daisy chain for the Seniors, hoping that
the Juniors would so honor us in 1922.
Last fall we returned to assume the
dignity of Seniors. Gladys Tapp Jones
was again elected to guide our destiny
through the coming year, and Mrs. Anne
M. Woodall was chosen as our advisory
member. We found that our class had
dwindled to seventeen. This number
rowed the boat faithfully until Christ
mas. One of our number then decided
that she had enough “knowledge” and
wished to impart some of it to a future
better half. During the year several
members of our class held responsible'
offices. Rosa Jane Knott and Elizabeth
Middleton were the very competent
presidents of the Student Government
and the Y. AV. C. A., respectively. Es
telle Mitchell was Erlitor-in-ehief of
“The Phoenix.” Irene Whitfield was
president of the Calliopean Literary
Society', and Mary Barbour of the
Uranian Literary Society. We were
again disappointed over our trip to
Under the very^ efficient direction of
our advisory member, the class present
ed most successfully^ on April 27, the
play, “Merchant of Venice.” Indeed, it
was so thoroughly appreciated, that we
have been requested by many to repeat
i'. We expect to present it again on
Saturday night. May 20.
The Domestic Science Seniors, direct
ed by' Miss Boggs, entertained our class
and a number of friends at a charming
reception, on April 29. The artistically
decorated parlor and tea table, together
with the delicious refreshmerrts, bore
testimony to the skill of our Home Eco
AVe have had two most enjoyable re
citals given by two of our talented
members, Mary' Barbour and Ruth Mary
Gay'lor. These vocal and instrumental
recitals, respectively, were rendered with
great skill and reflect great honor on
AVe feel that many' of our successes
and accomplishments during our Junior
and Senior years have been due to our
much-loved honorary member, Mrs.
The class has decided to present to its
dear Alma Mater, as a token of the high
esteem and love we bear for her, an
expensive radio-outfit, to be installed in
the college auditorium.
And now as we go forth from thy protecting
arms, oh beloved Alma Mater, may our love
for thee ever guide our feet in the paths of
right. May we ever cherish thy memory and
hold thy name dear; in all our dealings be
sincere- Happy have been the day's spent here,
and a mingled feeling of joy and sadness will
be ours, when with diplomas in our hands, we
say, in the words of Shakespeare, “We are the
Jasons, we have won the fleece.”
Oh, here’s to you, old Oxford, dear—
Thy' name will always bring a cheer;
AVe’ll ne’er forget our college day's—
To thee we’ll give the highest praise.
From thee we’ve learned the way of
AVe stand as victors in the fight.
Both far and wide thy star will shine
To guide us in the paths of time.
Farewell, dear classmates, college chums,
How soon the time of parting comes;
Our thoughts will often w'ander here,
AA^ith many a sigh and many a tear.
Together, here, we’ve worked and play
These happy days can never fade.
These were the golden days of life,
AA^ith happy toil and pleasure rife.
Farewell to theo-! Farewell to thee!
Sacred will thy mem’ry be.
For oh! the pain it brings each heart, >
Oh, Alma Mater, must we part ?
Neade Hobgood—AVhen she first en
tered the gateway of Oxford College
was very distressed, thinking the stone
arch was a cemetery monument, for the
names engraved thereon.