Anderson College - Columns / Sororian Yearbook (Anderson, SC)

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SOKOKIAN,, 1930 1 pr| i i ARL ill September, nineteen huiuired t vcnt -si , the lartjest tieshnian class in the history of Anderson College embarked, in ;i dense fog, for an exciting vo age to the destination, Diploma. Little did we dream of the things that awaited us and still less did we dream that we would go do«ii in history as the last class to receive degrees from Anderson College. The fog lasted man ' weeks. For a time we coidd not e en find the tliird Hoor of the administration building, but always came to the balcony of the auditorivmi and had to turn and grope for another set of steps. Again and again, we walked into class rooms and sat down only to find that no one else was ha ing the same lessons we were so we had to get up and walk out again. But the fog finally cleared, became easier, for, as you know, it ' s always fair weather when good fellows get together. We found that we had a crew of good fellows and thus the many weary, many pleasant knots of our freshman year were passed, as we now realize, happily. As we sailed on the second part of our journey, we found that there were new- comers onto this sea of knowledge who knew even less than we had known. It looked to us now as if not the weather but they were foggy. But it seems that Sophomores become wise enough to see through fog. It was during this year that Miss Annie D. Denmark was made president of An- derson College to succeed Dr. John E. White. This was unique since she was the first woman to be president of such an institution in South Carolina. Then began our earnest drive for endowment for our college. We wanted, as we had never wanted anything, to see it succeed. ' hen we set sail as Jiuiiors, our crew had diminished so that we hardly knew our class. Many had foimd more interesting ships than ours. Some had embarked on what is often called the sea of matrimony, while others had foimd their lives ' works in other fields. We could only Jiope that they had chosen wisely. When we started on the last lap of our long, often rough, often seemingly use- le s, but withal wonderful journey our number had diminished to twenty-two, but we possessed the strength of great numbers under the leadership of Ruth Cathcart. It was just after Thanksgiving that the shock came. Anderson College had been made a junior college. For the second time it had gained a unique distinction. This would be the first junior college in South Carolina. We would be the last class to receive degrees from Anderson College and to our utter dismay the Sophomores, who always felt that they deserved the honor, ran about the halls calling themselves seniors. We disembark from our voyage far wiser and more learned tlian wlien we had started, but with the same dauntless spirit which had carried us through and which will carry us on into the world. The horizon looked bright as we moved away leaving Miss Denmark and to our . ' lma Mater this cheer, Sail on, and on, and on. Ruby HlXNICUTT, Class Historian. 40

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THE S SHIPS I liiiik lluri ' s iiotltiiit lovilicr tluin a ship — .7 nu(jul, uliitt-uini cil ivatcr-l irtl in fliyht. Her sails sirctihcd taut, her lijtiiitj prow adrip M itfi spray us sparkling as the stars at nii ht. I think I ' ve never seen a lovelier sight Than raeiny sailboats on a sunlit sea — A spectacle that makes my throat groic tight With knowledge of u ' ild fantasies set free. We are the ships, and life the sounding sea; Ecrch one the captain, pilot and the cmv. To each the leaves ivill mourn in minor key: To each the rising icind irill sing aneic Of islands of delight where ivarbling palms li ill whisper through the slumher-scentcd nii ht. The stately music and the mystic psalms Of life and death, of darkness and the light. And Pan will dance upon the purple hills At dcnvn ichen shadoivs flee before the sun. tf e ' ll sail our ships across the seven seas To find the pot of gold at rainboiv ' s end. We II carry cargoes of fine silks and teas. Of jade and incense anil blue porcelain. J ' f e ' ll bargain from (Jeylon to old Capri For laces and rare paintings and old nines. But when we ' ve sailed the seven silver seas And come again to harbor, home, and peace, I li ' ondcr if the gods of destinies Jt ill grant us comfort, happiness . and case? Dorothy Ch. mhi;rs, Poet. 39

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THE SORORIAN, Last Will .aed Testameet lUTTINCi so rapidly loose Irom lite, and Imdinji so main things of sucli gigantic jiroportions to he atfcndcd to hffore the end should conic, this, the Class of lyjo, has hastily taken an inventory of her possessions and deemed it necessary to make the following donations. She has tried to be just, as well as generous, with these coveted gifts, and it is hoped that you will accept them as sacred trusts from one who has gone before : Item I. To our Alma Mater and her administration we give our love and loyalty. May h?r future be as glorious as her past. Item II. We give and bequeath to our beloved faculty all the amazing knowledge and startling information that we have furnished them from time to time in our va- rious examination papers. Ve know that much which we have imparted to them in this way would throw a new light on many a hitherto familiar line of thought, and if the laculty sees fit, they are hereby authorized to give out such of this information to the world as they may feel the world has need of. This, of course, is left entirely to their |XM onal discretion. Item III. To the rightful successors, the Juniors, we bequeath the following heirlooms: The senior table, with its prevailing quietness; the dear old crook, that has caused us so many hours of anxious worry; our chapel seats that we have en- deavored to fill so advantageously; and our senior dignity. Mav the ' uphold it for- ever with all seriousness and gravity. Item IV. To the Soptiomore Class we leave our sisterly devotion. Item V. To the Freshman Class we lea e our intm ' tion to see thyself as others .sec thee. Item VI. We give and bequeath to Miss Beach the balance in our class treasury to he used in buying a pair of rubber shoes for detective work. We feel that she will need these in dealing with the classes that are to be our successors. Item VII. -We will and bequeath ovu ' talented editor-in-chief of the Yodlcr, Doc Welborn, all the events of our lives, past, present, and to come, with all the wondrous, hair-breadth escapes, glorious attainments and other deserved or undeserved notoriety, trusting that they may furm ' sh plenty of material for news items and bril- liant editorials for ages to come, and serve as an inspiration for those who look to us for examples. Item VIII. The following may seem but trifling bequests, but we hope they may be accepted not as worthless things lavishly thrown away, but as valuable assets to those who may receive them, and as a continual reminder of the generosity of hearts displayed in our free and full bestowal: First — Dorothy Chambers wills to Miss Cowdrick one of her own compositions, The Race of the Centipedes, to take the place of Canterbury Tales in the cur- riculum. 41