The Mountaineer . HOYLE SECRESTMonroe, X. C. Union Institute; entered Weaver as Junior 1018;Delphian Literary Society, President, Vice-Presi-dent, Censor; President Epworth League; VarsityBasket Ball; Literary Club; President Tennis Club;Bachelors Club. Long Distance—Postman and a leading lightamong the ladies. / neer could any luster see In eves that ivould not look on inc. [31 ] ^^^^^_^ .? P*fe / ^ % |J A 1 tea 1 ?? HAROLD B. WILLIS Weaverville, N. C. Lexington High School; Cliosophic Literary So-ciety, President, Secretary, Chairman of Committeeon Ways and Means; winner Da) Dehate medal;Alt
The Mountaineer . HOYLE SECRESTMonroe, X. C. Union Institute; entered Weaver as Junior 1018;Delphian Literary Society, President, Vice-Presi-dent, Censor; President Epworth League; VarsityBasket Ball; Literary Club; President Tennis Club;Bachelors Club. Long Distance—Postman and a leading lightamong the ladies. / neer could any luster see In eves that ivould not look on inc. [31 ] ^^^^^_^ .? P*fe / ^ % |J A 1 tea 1 ?? HAROLD B. WILLIS Weaverville, N. C. Lexington High School; Cliosophic Literary So-ciety, President, Secretary, Chairman of Committeeon Ways and Means; winner Da) Dehate medal;Alternate on Inter-Collegiate debate; PresidentJunior Class 1919; Editor-in-Chief of Moun-taineer. Willie—The hoy who always knew his lessonswithout having to study them; the baby of theclass in years, though far from babyish in intellect. // does not pay to worry; Things are bound to happen anyway. [32]. G. WATSON WILSON Nebo, N. C: Nebo High School; Rutherford College; enteredWeaver College 1919; Cliosophic Literary Society,Secretary, President; Varsity Football team; Lit-erary C lub ; Bachelors Club. Buck—Our jolliest Senior. Never loses histemper—even en the football field (?). The man worth while is the man with a lien, everything goes dead wrong. [33] Senior Class Poem The Sea-Shell Tossed by the restless waves, That roll the white foam on the strand,Once a little sea-shell lay, Half buried by the shell was colored like the sand, And who could ever guessWhat pearly beauty lay beneath Its outward ugliness? A pink that vanished into white, A white that changed to blue,A blue that melted into green, With silver shining must have dreamed of skies and flowers, And glistening frost and dews,To paint upon its narrow walls Such dainty, changeful hues. How many things there are in life. Dull to the outward show?And if we do not look beneath, We surely cann
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