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Right Against Might" — Harold J. Auten, Baird School.

The Unknown Speaker" — Walter O. Ball, Trinity Park School.

An Address to Confederate Veterans" — Marcus R. Patrick, Belmont High School.

Norman and Saxon" — Margaret R. Bullitt, Chapel Hill High School.

Mother and Home" — Alvis Finch, Bailey High School.

The L'nknDwn Speaker" — Hassie M. Privett, Spring Hope High School

Sparticus to the Gladiators" — John R. Owens, Lawndale High School.

Gur Duty to Our Country" — F. Gelder Robinson, Charlotte High School.

The Confederate Dead"— Carl W . Seiler, Mount Pleasant Collegiate Institute.

Can Our Xation Endure''" — John D. Williams, Winston-Salem High School.

Dr, W. H. Glasson. Mr. Ornald M. Briggs, Mr. S. W. Marr.
Medal won by Carl W. Seiler, of Mount Pleasant Collegiate Institute.







Intersocietv Debate

Held in Craven Memorial Hall, Trinit\' College, December 20, 1910.
Query : Resolved, That employees should share in the management of cor-
porate industries.


Affirmative Negative

J. H. Small Claude Grigg

M. R. Chambers H. T. Lefler

H. C. Sprinkle J. L. Jackson

Decision: Two votes for the negati\e, one for the affirmati\e.

One Hundred Eighty






Intercollegiate Debates


Held in Craven Memorial Hail, Trinity College, and at Richmond University,

March 8, 1921
Query: Resolved. That labor should share in the management of corporate


Trinity Team, Affirmative
S. M. HoLTON J. L. Jackson H E. Fisher

(Debate won by unanimous vote by Trinity Team)


Trinity Team, Negative: Claude Grigg, R. D. Ware,

(Debate won by unanimous vote by Trinity Team)

G. D. Harmon


(Held at Swarthmorc. March i8. iqi i )
Query: Resolved. That labor should share in the management of corporate industries
Trinity Team: S. M. Hoolton, J. L. Jackson, H. E. Fisher

(Debate won by unanimous vote by Trinity Team)

Query : Resolved, That labor should share in the management of corporate industries
Trinity Team H. C. Sprinkle, Jr., J. H. Small, Jr., H. T. Lefler


For the past five or si.x years Trinity College has experienced a wonderful suc-
cess in Debating. As the record stands now, we have never lost a series of debates;
and the scalps which hang at our belts now include such Colleges as Richmond,
Emory, and Swarthmore. Our success this year is the same old story. A victory
by a unanimous vote has been won here, at Swarthmore, and at Richmond; and we
are anticipating a similar outcome of the debate with Emory. During the late
part of last winter the Debate Council scheduled a contest with Har\ard College,
but for some reason the Harvard Council has found it necessary to cancel the agree-
ment, much to our disappointment.

Indications now are that we shall have a good team next year, because a great
many of the men debating this spring will return; therefore there is little reason
for anyone to be anxious about the future. Trinity has al\\a\s been right with the
best when it comes to intercollegiate debating, and though we lose Harmon. Lefler,
Grigg, Holton, and Fisher, we still will have Sprinkle. Small, Jackson, Herring,
and Ware. Others to take places of the passing veterans arc sure to turn up. and
we may confidently expect that the debating record of Trinity in the future will be
as brilliant and as glorious as it has been heretofore.

Ont Hundred Eighty-two








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"The year's at the spring
And day's at the morn ;
Morning's at seven ;
The hillside's dew-pearl'd;
The lark's on the wing;
The snail's on the thorn;
God's in his hea\en —
All's right with the world!"
— Browning

One Hundred Eighty-lhree







North Carolina

At noon the main at Hatteras is like a siren's smile,

And sea birds circle friendly in the sun ;
But the waves turn bronze at sunset for many a rippling mile,

And skippers' ghosts come walking on the sands when day is done.

The grass-grown grave of Mitchell, beneath its scattered stones.

Is lonely on the mountain's highest crest;
But his spirit still is guardian of the monarch that it owns.

And the vandal hand of sacrilege cannot disturb its rest.

O sentinels of east and west, our miles that lie between

Are studded thick with hamlet, mead and home ;
And Janus-like my love faces the sea's moon-silvered sheen,

And where a soul keeps vigil on a far, sky-reaching dome!

C. D. Smith





One Hundred Eighty-four

■ i~ .>_A_i C — -0->- — «6>v_




Alumni Poem

(Commencement, Trinity College, June g, 1914)
By Newman Key White

^'ou, who have fared across the heavy seas,
You, who have felt the sting of salty spray.
You, who have faced the sweep of mighty winds
Across the lonely distances, once more
"^'ou come to rest within the Mother Fort !

Aye, you have tales to tell ! — a ringing tale
Of high emprise, perhaps, in art's demesne;
A tale of triumph in the streets of trade;
A tale of humming industries that spring
From mighty minds and capable, strong hands ;
A manly tale, a worthy and a fair.
Of those who walk the little paths of life.
With blythe, courageous footsteps swinging on;
Of those who fought and fought and ever fought
Against the odds of fortune, and who fell —
Ah, fell, but with a spirit yet defiant!

But featly deeds are their own best narrators,
And all, today, within these campus gates,
Are youths yet once again, with deeds undone,
Youths in the glamor of a dream unlived,
Youths in the merry buoyancy of youth ;
And we who hear the daily symphonies
Of trade and commerce, lusty-throated hymns
From all the old Earth's laborers, would love
To hear again a simple campus song,
Singing the haunting melodies that thrill
Unspoken, through our mellow campus lights.

There are lights upon the highways,
Fairy lights upon the byways;

There are lights within the arches of the skies;
There are blinding lights of splendor,
There are home lights gleaming tender,

There are lights within a roguish lassie's eyes;

One Hundred Eighty-five



But its O for the campus lights agiisten, O for the campus lights aglow,

To stand in the shadows, and look, and listen, and breathe the magic of the thoughts

that flow!
Here in the green of a light that's shaded, here in a driveway flooded white,
To smother the cares of a soul pervaded with all the sombreness of night!
Twinkle of dew where the lamplight greets it — gems from the court of Allahabad;
Golden earth where a stray gleam meets it — finer than gold that Crdesus had !
Distant shadows that move uncertain, murmur of voices rising slurred —
And never a light from back of a curtain but breathes a romance yet unheard!
These are the lights of the future gleaming: this is the light of a lord of trade;
That is the light of a great soul teeming with magic music yet unmade;
This is the light of a young Apollo, that is the light of a youthful Burke —
And all are the lights of the men that follow the Holy Grail of the great god

work !
O lights of green and lights of yellow, merry and sad with the throbs of life.
Singing the dreams of the college fellow, singing the song of his battle strife,
You are the light of a human vision, you are the light of a star new-found —
You who have fashioned the fields Elysian out of the sky and the golden ground!

So it's campus lights of yellow

For the jolly college fellow.

With their merry, merry summons as they twinkle from afar;

Till the God of all Creation

Holds the last Examination.

And shows us what the true lights are!

The song is ended. Soon we all shall go
About the great world's business, and forget —
Or think that we forget — in serving Fact,
That ever Romance touched us on the sleeve.
And whispered youthful, fair imaginings.
Until another June, with flaming skies.
And fields aflame with daisies, heart aflame
With tense unspoken poesy, will dawn.
And we shall feel the campus call again.

For it's campus lights of yellow
For every college fellow

('Tis a happy, happy summons as they twinkle from afar!)

Till the God of all Creation
Holds his last Examination,

And — shows us uhat the true lights are'





One Hundred Eighly-six,



A Flight at Dawn

By John Small

(This poem first appeared in the Plane News, December 1918,
the Air Service paper of the A. E. F.)

At that one stage of dawn
When Nature waits the morn.
The night wind dead,
And stars soon fled
And bitterest cold begun
Its challenge of the sun :
Then widens heaven's arc,
Yet leaves to us the dark —
The gaping hangars loose their

prisoned wings;
Each motor sings.

Across the field, crisp-white
Beneath its frost of night.
With speed
On speed :

A gale like driven rain
Soon sets the mind aflame.
Drab earth-drawn visions change
For those of boundless range;
And 1 wing on in full security,
A heart made free.




Above, a hand of light

Collects delinquent night

Into a cloud —

A lacy shroud

Of rare Valenciennes —

First pallid gray, and then

Fast swept with morning's brush

That gives an opal flush —

A jewelled coronet to grace who roam

Its eastern home.

While darkness flees below,
I mount the heightening glou-
Of shadows won.
And greet the sun :
A shock of ripened grain
As left upon some plain.
It reared its spreading head,
From which bright tapers fled
To kindle every unseen beacon
That speeds the night.


As if my plane they knew

To be a day-star too,

A truant light

In idle flight,

These couriers of dawn

With burnished-gold adorn.

Till soon I seek the earth

And laugh with conscious mirth

At cheating Nature, as 1 watch ascend

The dawn again.




One Hundred Eighty-seven





Away From Home and You

O, God shall guard the distance, dear,

That now between us lies
And shuts from me the warmth that fills

Your ravishing blue eyes.
While gentle stars are whispering

My dreams of love to you,
I fancy I can see the smile

That o'er your dimples flow.

1 would I were the summer breeze

That plays about your cheek,
Or wandering silver beam that steals

Through half-closed lattice peak.
But when the morning comes, my dear,

And the earth smiles through the dew,
My glad steps shall be turning, love,

A-turning towards you.

Dallas Walton Newsom

Trinity College,
Durham, North Carolina,

The Little Clinging Bee

let me sip the nectar
Like the butterfly and bee.
They from the rich red tulips,

1 from the lips of thee.
The butterfly soon wearies
And wanders carelessly.
But 1 with quiet patience
Would linger like the bee.

Trinity College,
Durham, North Carolina.

And when like him I wander
To the hillside or the glen,
1 find myself soon turning
To my rich red rose again.
The butterfly goes flirting
With the flowers, wild and free,
But close to thee I'd nestle
Like the little clinging bee.

Dallas Walton Newsom




One Hundred Eighty-eight

Shorty s Short Dissertation on the
College Dope Shop

By Blanche Barringer

IT was just the annual con\'ention of the College janitors of North Carolina.
The representati\es of Meredith, Greensboro College, Salem, Davidson and
the University were there, and each had given at length the virtues and vices,
the successes and failures of his respective college. And now it was Trinity's time
to he e.xtoUed.

But who should be the speaker of the e\ening but Shorty, one of Trinity's
best friends and standbys. As he took his stand on the platform, there was a
twinkle in his eye which seemed to indicate that he had a real message for that
renowned assembly. And what a message it was! Translated into the phraseology
of English II, it ran something like this:

■ Ha\e you ever seen a real college "dope shop'^ Oh, you all may have two or
three joints and miniature stores, but the question is: would you know a real dope
shop if you saw one? Well, at any rate, I would like to give you an informal in-
troduction to one.

"During the summer months of this year, 'our' Athletic Association, princi-
pally under the super\ision of Professor Barnard. con\-erted the basement of West
Duke Building (now if you don't know it, that is the building where classes are
held) into a modern and up-to-date drug store and 'dope shop' combined. A
splendid soda fountain, attractive show cases, tables, and chairs ga\e it a most
appealing appearance.

"But the appearance, as good as it may be, is but a minor thing when you
compare it with the variety and the quality of articles which can be purchased
there. Why, my friends, from hair-nets (both kinds like the co-eds wear) to all
kinds of cosmetics necessary for the fairer sex; from wool hose to the latest English
cut shoes; from 5c tablets to the highest class fraternity stationery; from Camel
cigarettes to 25c cigars; and from dopes (with or without lemon) to Banana Splits
and Boston Sandwiches, there is nothing in demand by the Trinit\- man or woman
which this dope shop cannot supply.

"And, in conclusion, if any of you gentlemen here this e\ening wish to ha\-e
the pleasure of seeing a miniature "Marshall-Fields," just pay me a \-isit, and I'll
ask Mr. Barnard to show you the pride of the Athletic Association — better known
as the Trinity College Dope Shop.'

' — '

To a Lighthouse

By R. T. DuNSTAN, '21
(Body's Island Light from Nag"s Head, N. C.)

When golden-rimmed, the sand dunes
At flaming sunset, glow.
And twilight hides the landmarks
The coasting sailors know,

Away o'er yon horizon
Your gleaming blinks at me
A-like the stars, yet brighter, '
And flashes far to sea.

Above the surf, majestic.

Yet down the beach so far

A stranger's eye 'd think, maybe,

Your tiny spark a star !

Tho' with the dark appearing
'N your rays at morning die
You're not just like the others
That dot the nightly sky.

Without man's constant caring
Your cheery gleam soon dies.
Not theirs! For light celestial
His Hand to them supplies.

Your place is just a beacon
To send a warning glare.
But they to brighten Heaven
The Father spoke them there.

But yet to weary seamen
Indeed you are a star!
To guide their ships thru darkness
And safe o'er shoal and bar.





To the Hostess, at a Farewell Dinner

6_v Newman Key White

If I had the lives of the fabled cat
And the years of the phoenix bird,

And the lamp of Aladdin to tinker at
\Vhene\-er a cra\ing stirred,

I'd spend my thousand years times nine

In sending my imps about
To fetch to me such a feast di\ine

As that which is here laid out; -

But though they brought me Arab cates

And dripping honeycomb,
And peacock tongues and Syrian dates

And lampreys out of Rome,

I'd send them back with a stern command

To fetch our hostess to me,
And if they failed I'd understand

. That the game was up— Beshrew me

If I wouldn't wish just once and then

I d break that lamp in two:
I'd wish to be back here again,

And die when we were through!


y 3 /

My Twentieth Birthday

By W. C. Merritt, '21

The wings of time have picked me up.

And taken me away;
From happy days of teens

Up to my twentieth birthday;
And though it seems but yesterday

When I was but sixteen,
In spite of fleeting time I'll try —

To keep myself serene.

Now twenty years of age, I ask,

"What vic'tries have 1 won^"
It seems to me within these years

There's little I have done;
But these years can't be lived again.

Why sit I here aghast?
The future have I yet to live,

I cannot change the past.

So — should my life extended be

Another twenty years,
I'd want to know more good I'd done

Within this "veil of tears,"
Then urging on with fortitude

I'll do what bit I can.
To help the world by raising up

My fallen fellowman.







The Faded Dream

By R. T. DuNSTAN, '21

As I lie awake and weary-
In the lonely dread of night

When the rest are gone to sleeping
And to peaceful dreams and bright.

Comes a-streaming through my window
From the wan and waning moon

Dim and ghostly rays and shadows.
And the night-w ind's plaintive croon.

Sends me back in mem'ry Hitting
And a whisper soft 1 hear

.... Then the shadows seem within me!
Ah, a crushing pang is there!

And a burning, wistful longing's
Just a-gnawing at my soul.

For a dream of youth is faded !
There's a heart I've lo\ed grown cold!

One I limdred Ninety-lwo







"Each nymph of these,
Has some ()articular practised power to please —
Some glance or step, which at the mirror tried,
Charmed first herself, then all the world beside."

Columbia Literary Society

J. W. Hathcock G. D. Harmon C. Grigg

C. Grigg

C. E. Blckner


C. W. Bl'ndy Hugh Lefler

Hugh Lefler

C. E. Mabry

L. Jackson B. I. Satterfield D. W. Kanoy

G. G. Adams

Leroy Dulin

Henry Belk

G. G. Adams
A. E. Ashe
J. E. Ashe
A. H. Beaty
H. V. Be AM AN
Henry Belk
C. H. Benson
M. O. Bramman
C. E. Buckner


S Burke

D. H. C^rlimpton
W. L. Chandler
H. A. Cherry


). E. Cooper
"H L Davis


Leroy Dulin
L. T. Edens
R. L. Edwards

A. L. Elliot
K. L. Elmore
L. A. Falls

B. L. Feeney
D. T. Ferrell
G. W. Ferrell
E P Gibson

R L. Gray
Claude Grigg
W Q Grigg

C. S. Hammond
G, D. Harmon
J. B. Harriss
L, V. Harriss
W R. Harriss


E. D Harward

CuLLEN Hatch
H. J. Hatcher
J. W. Hathcock
R- M Hauss
J. L. Hester
J. B. Hinnant
M T. Hipps
B. R. Holt


J. L. Jackson
R. H. James
R L. Jerome
C E. Jordan

F. B. Joyner
D. W. Kanoy

B. F. Kendall

C. H. King
W. H. Lander
A. R. Lazenby
William Leak
J P. Leaper
H. T. Lefler


J O Long
C. E. Mabry
L. R. Maness
S A. Maxwell
W. C. Merritt
VV. J. Miller


Carl Motsinger
\V. C. Myers
G S. Patterson
James O'Here
H. A Oliver
R A Parham

W. L, Pegues
). L. Peterson
H P. Powell
J. W. Prince
J. K. Reynolds
M. S^ Rose
Owen Reece
R. \V. Sanders

A. J. Satterfield

B. L Satterfield
J, D, Segrest
Byron Shankle
D. M. Sharpe
M. T. Shelton

J. H. Shinn
J. M. Sloan

C. H. Smith
W. H. Smith
John Stamey
W. J. Stanford
J. D. Stott

F. J. Stouch

L W. Strawn

J. B. Tabor

M. D. Teague

M F. Teeter

G T Tripp

W W. Turrentine

M Q. Tuttle

R J^ Tysor

W N V'aughan

R. D Ware

G G Whitehurst

W E. Wilkinson

W. L. Hampton

R C Floyd

T I Wilson


Two Hundred Three




Hesperia Literary Society

H. E. Fisher S. M. Holton. Jr. |. D. Lewis

. D. Lewis Roy Giles

BuNDY T. R. Waggoner H. J. Herring

C. E. Summers

S. M. Holton, Jr.


Roy Giles
T. A. Morse
T. A. Banks

G. V. Allen
W, C. Allen

B. O. Aiken

J T. Armstrong
C P Ashley
T. A. Banks
j. T. Barnes
J . M. Barrett
O. F. Barnhardt
Howard Bl'nn
H. H. BoLiCH
L. S. Brady
M. Bradshaw

E. M. Bruton
J. E. Bridcers, Jr.
J. E. Blades

F. J. Bolinc
J. H. Bryant

G. S. Bruton
K. M. Brim

C. H. Brown
W. J. Bundy
F. Y. Byrd
W. R. Cabe
C. F. Carroll
S. T. Carson, Jr.
C. B. Creel
N. S. Crews
J. E. Caviness
W. L. Clegc
R T. Dunstan
L B. Durham
L. M. Draper
S. A. Delap
R. L. Davis
C. B. Draughon
R J. Deyton
W. S. Durham
S S Farabow
H. E Fisher
E B. Fisher
R. K. Farrincton
H. R. Geddie
R. T Giles
R W Giles


P. C Gurley
J. C. Harvey

D. S Harper

L. B. Hathaway

B. B Harrison
H. J. Herring

S. M. Holton, Jr.
D T. House
C C. Holt

C. B. HoucK
M. H. Head
Chas. Hoover, Jr.
R T. Hubbard

E. A. K'EY

J. D. Johnson

D. S. Johnson
J H. Judd, Jr.
T. C. Kirkman
C J. Knox

J. M. Keech
S. L. Lane
J. D. Lewis

E. M. Livingstone
J. E. Lyons

J. B. McLawhorn
G. T McArthur
C C. Man
J. W. Matthews
E. C. Markham
J. M. McNally
J. H McCracken
J. M. Mecum
P. D. Midcett
O. P. Moss
D. T Millar
T A. Morse
L. D. Moore
G. S. Mumford
S. S. Murray

D. H Noland
O. C. Noble
T. G. Neal

H. A. McNeilly

E. R. Perry

J G. Pennington

Two Hundred Five

J. D.
G. E.
A. L.
C P.
L. L.
N. A.
W, I.
G D.
J. O.
C. K.
J. F.
T V.
F. C
E. W
J. D.
W. J.
E. L.
H. C.
C. E.
E. B.
O. T.
R. W
H. E.
J. W.
W. L.
R. E




J. K.
A. B
R. H
M. L
R. C

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G C.
G T.
L. E.
R. S.
H. D
J. W.

Ormond, Jr.


W. Rackley

Hardesty, Jr.
, Chambers

Smith, Jr.
Stamey, Jr.
Sprinkle, Jr.
. Spencer

Sheetz, Jr.

W ilk INS
















Athena Literary Society

Fall Term
Thelma Howell
JosiE FOY .
Emma L. Chaffin
Mildred Beck
Irene Pitts
Herminia Havnes






Chairman of Program Committee

Member Executive Committee

Spring Term

Coma Cole

Emma L. Chaffin

Flora M. Meredith

Allene Parrish

Thelma Howell

. Aura Holton


Louise Austin
Georgia Airheart
Montrose Ballard
Imogen Barrett
Clara Barrett
Dixon Barrett
Blanche Barringer
Louise Berry
LiDA Bishop
LuciLE Bullard
Julia Butler
Katherine Cox
Juanita Cameron
Helen Cantrell ■
Emma Chaffin
Jane Christenbury
Coma Cole
Ellie Davis
Ethel Davis
Ora Deyton
Velma Deyton
Dorothy Dotger
Lota Leigh Drauchon
Lucy Dunnagan
Sara DaShiell


Agnes Doub
Esther Evans
Margaret Frank
Elizabeth Punch
JosiE FoY
Tina Fussell
Annie Garris
Annie Higgs
Florence Harris
Margaret Harvey
Herminia Haynes
Aura Holton
Lelia Humble
Lessie Hunt
Hunter Holloway
Thelma Howell
Blanche Johnson
Mamie Johnson
Dorothy Kanoy
Ruth Kelly
Ethel Merritt
Flora Meredith
Virginia Merritt
Blanche Moss
LuciLE Merritt
Penny Nichols
Inez Newsome

Marry Lee Norment
Allene Parrish
Jessie Penny
LuciLE Parker
Irene Pitts
Irene Price
Marguerite Russell
Coline Rippy
Sophia Ry'man
Ethel Robinson
Lillian Ramsaur
Viola Seltz
Carolyn Shooter
Myrtle Smith
Marion Summerell
Louise Shriner
Helen Smith
Susie Turner
Rosa Waddell
Elizabeth Walker
Martha Wiggins
Laura Winston
Florence Woody
Carolyn Avera
Marie Couch
Agnes Judd




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Two Hundred Seven

The Greater Trinity Club

(A Student Organization to Promote the Interests of Trinity College)

n J


J. W. Hathcock
H. P. Cole
D. Lewis


H. E. Fisher

Two 1 lundred Eight



Recording Secretary

Corresponding Secretary

Corresponding Secretary










Martha Wiggins
Emma Davis
Hermenia Haynes
Blanche Barringer

Helen Cantrell

Lota Leigh Draughan

Thelma Howell

Two Hundred Nine


R. A. Parham
W. N. Vaughan
T. C. Kirkman .
Leroy Dulin
G. G. Adams
Eugene Chesson
H E Fisher
L, B. Hathaway
J. \V. Hathcock
T. A. Morse





Chairman Bible Study Committee

Chairman Social Service Committee

Chairman Finance Committee

Chairman Pro^'rani Committee

Chairman Reception Committee

Chairman Mission Study Committee


Scrub Faculty


J. G. Leyburn
W. A. Ellison





C. P. Ashley

L. J. Broadwell, Jr.

Wa-ine Burch

L. M. Draper

P. H. Edwards

K. L. Elmore

W. A. Ellison

L. B. Falls

R. K. Farrington
J. G. Leyburn

J. H. Prince
A. Rosenstien
M. T. Shelton
J. H. Shinn
N. F. Wilkerson



Biological Club


Prof. H. L. Bloomquist


J. T. Barnes

C. P. Ashley

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