Chicora College for Women - Nods and Becks Yearbook (Columbia, SC)

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HELEN WALKER TURNER, B.A. Bennettsville, S. C. Palladian Literary Society That inexhaustible good nature which is itself the most precious gift of Heaven. Helen has endeared herself to every one at Chicora hy her bright face and sunny disposition. Nor does she keep her sunshine to herself; it radiates to all those around her. Who ever saw Helen when she had “the blues?” She is too busy helping others and giving them pleasure to become melancholy. She is also noted for her originality, she never expresses things quite like other people, having a clever little ‘way” all her own. If there were more folks like Helen in the world this globe would be a more pleas¬ ant place on which to dwell. Happy will be the man who wins Helen to banish his cares with her sunshine.

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RUTH SMITH, Expression Greenville, S. C. “Rapt with seal, pathetic, bold and strong. Rolled the full tide of eloquence along.” Ruth took her B.A. degree with the Class of 1911, and after teaching a year came back to graduate in expression with the “Thirteeners.” The results that she has accomplished this year have caused us to stand aside in admiration and amazement, but no doubt if it were possible to see the amount of grey matter in that head of hers; we should wonder no longer. She can accomplish in one day as much as the average person does in three. Political genius is not wanting with Ruth, and remembering her natural talent, her brilliance of mind, together with an untiring energy, we predict for her a high place in the realm of dramatic art. FLORENCE THORNWELL STEELE, B. Mus. Rock Hill, S. C. Palladian Literary Society “And before knowledge goetli humility.” Florence has been a member of our class through all four years, and hgr gentle, sympathetic disposition has helped many of her co-workers through the trials and worries of their college life. Her conscientiousness, an excellent quality, predominates in her life, but still it tends to make her worry for fear of not performing her duty. We think Florence will make a good discip¬ linarian on account of the authority she has exercised in the training of her sister, Eloise, the Junior, the last three years of her college life. Her ability at the piano will doubtless win for her an honored and well- deserved place among the musicians of South Carolina.

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The Mountain Climb Roll back thy (hist Of dark broivn years, Reveal the paths Our feet have trod. ' O N a bright, hopeful day in September, we, a large party of moun¬ tain climbers, flying the banners of Chicora, stood at the base of Mount Knowledge, which towered far above us into the heavens, w e were eagerly awaiting to make the ascent which would cover a period of four long years. Before proceeding up the mountain, we found it necessary to make some preparation for the journey. Others who had gone before us had told us that somewhere, near the foot of the mountain, was a beautiful valley in which could be found exquisite gem-stones. The peculiar property of these stones lay in the fact that the y were talismans to those who possessed them. They had this virtue: that they would give us perseverance, faith, strength, courage and application to hold out till the end. We readily found the valley, but after a careful search only six out of such a large number of us were fortunate enough to find a gem. With these coveted prizes in our possession we pressed forward, but with little realization of the trials and labors before us. On the way was hard study. Our work happily, was diversified by athletic sports, in which our party became truly famous, winning the championship cup in basket-ball for three consecutive years. With the beginning of the second year’s climb we were tainted with “hydrocephalus” and visionary. Several of our party had fallen but the ranks were augmented by accessions from other schools. They, like our survivors, had been to the valley of gems and brought their treasures with them. These new comrades were a valuable addition. Bright and pleasant are the memories of our sophomore days for they were days of big things with us. We still held our prestige in basket-hall. Under the able guidance of Miss Bridgman and Miss Witherspoon we did some practical work for our Alma Mater. We presented a play; with the proceeds from which we added about a hundred volumes to our library. Our Junior year found us hard and determined travelers. We now began to see that our journey amounted to something. Realities were taking the place of our visions. Two principal events marked our Junior year. 1 he first was the Junior-Senior reception. The large number of gentlemen present attested to its importance and our popularity. It was