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

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Senior Class Histor WIIKX Anderson College had been in existence only one year, good reports of this wonderful now institution had been spread abroad over the State, and reached many homes which wore considering the question of What College? Instantly the solution came, and eighteen ambitious sojourners decided to join the onward march at Anderson. Now, as our already numbered days too quickly draw to their close, we realize the infinite wisdom of our decision. We look back with sincerest pleasure upon our career at Anderson College. During our four years we have seen our Alma Mater emerge from childhood into womanhood, from weakness into strength, and from a small lighthouse to an educational force and power which shall leave its indelible imprint upon the characters of all who shall linger under the shadow of its flag. Among our class of eighteen Freshmen there were found the • gloomy, gloom- ier, gloomiest ; the bright, brighter, brightest ; the blue, bluer, bluest ; and the wise, wiser, wisest ; but we all very early developed into the green, greener, greenest. for the conviction soon came in ghostliest terms that Anderson College offers no royal road to learning. And oh! what a glamor that cast over us! Some fell by the wayside with that horrible Freshman malady of home-sick- ness; some decided that perhaps they were needed to help mother; others, that life would be much better without four years of college work, anyhow; and all con- cluded that a college diploma was not worth the course paid in Freshman math. But all these eccentricities lasted only for a while. With the pull and spur of upper-classmen, and the constant push and encouragement from our instructors. we very soon reset our pace toward the goal id ' Sophistry. Before reaching it, however, many sloughs of despond were passed through. It seemed for a while as if Freshman math, would bury us beneath the sods in isosceles triangles, polyhedrons, prisms, and parallelopipeds, with such monsters as sines, cotangents, and logarithms. At a day appointed we had a life and death encounter with these dragons. Victory was the result and socn we were ready to pass out of our first year at college with much mental acumen, but greatly in need of mental and physical invigoration. When we returned as Sophomores in the fall it was not as the wise, sagacious creature who knows and knows he knows. as most are shown up to be: nor as the foolish who knows not and knows not he knows not ; nor as the sleepy who knows and knows not be knows : but rather as the eager, wide-awake, and teachable who knows not and knows he knows not. (All due credit given to the faculty.)

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INA CARTEE, Home Economics Lanier Anderson, S. C. ANNIE ANDERSON, Voire EstUerian Spartanburg, S. C. have lived long enough to know that it is best to Icnoio nothing. The glass of fashion, and the mould of farm. We can live without friends. We can live without books. Tint the analyzed man Cannot live without cooks. Lo, hear the gentle lark As it sings now so clear. Why child, that ' s Annie singing- Listen, can ' t vou hear?

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Our second year was rattier a happy one. We were al thai mile-post where to turn back was impossible, fur a pale gleam of the Senior Star could hazily be seen in the distance. We quickly learned our mission as Sophomores, and all our spare moments the year through were speirl in pulling the Freshmen, who were passing through the ordeals essential to a first year al college. Since 1914 our class has become mosl marvelous. We have some who must have been bom great, some who achieved greatness, and certainly a few who have had greatness thrust upon them. Sixteen new girls have joined us. four of them having starred in other colleges. Misses .(ones and Turner have come to us from the Woman ' s College of Richmond, Miss Jones being a graduate of thai institution. Limestone College, in Gaffney, blessed us with two shiners this year. Miss Richardson and Miss Truluck. Miss Truluck has a diploma from there in art. Miss lYmlt and Miss Bolt have so excelled in the study of music that they are able to bring forth musical strains by a mere glance at the keys. Miss Turner and Miss Jones have achieved so much in the study of expression that soon their renown will be voiced by the waves of the Pacific. This spring we considered ourselves fortunate in having Misses King and Riley, the intellectual stars of the class, to leave their homes in the city and cast their lot with us. The poetic verse of these two genii have caused many a glancing eye to rest upon the pages of our Orion,. There is also among our class of twenty-two. three presidents of societies, the Editor- in-chief of the Orion, the business manager of the Orion . the president of the Athletic Association, the business manager of the Annual, the captain of the ' varsity basket- hall team, and many Madam Modistes. and scientific housekeepers. We have not only swept the fields of oratory, music, literature, expression, and poetry, but have won honors on the athletic field as well. A silver loving-cup be- longs to us this year as a result of a victory over the class teams in a basketball contest on November 20th. Now. at the close of our sojourn here, we stand at the threshold of another life wifTTjust one thing to lament. — that some of those who started with us found it necessary to pitch their tents in other places. We have reached the place of the long-looked-for Senior star, but it is gone. It is somewhere in the far distant future, shedding a little ray of light in one place over a country school-room full of eager little faces, in another over a hospital ward full of the suffering, and there perhaps over a bungalow near a church-yard, and yonder over a mission in far- away China. How we would love to turn back ! But we must follow thy guiding. Oh, Senior Star. Star of our Life. We take our departure now. not with tear-stained faces, but with faces bright with future hopes. We leave to the under-classmen our best wishes, and with pledges of undying devotion and never-ending loyalty to our Alma Mater, we pass out singing as never before: ' . I ml. I ho ' ire lean 1 liiee, We ' ll never grieve thee : True to our trust we ' ll be. Our best endeuror, Now and forever, Always In honor thee. WlLMA ErVIK. Historian.