Clemson University - Taps Yearbook (Clemson, SC)

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The Class of Nineteen Three Only a short while longer, boys. Till your college days are o ' er. And then away with the cadet gray — Back to the cit ' s once more. You ' ve labored long and faithfully, boys, But the goal you soon shall see. Well done, well done ! is the plaudit won By the Class of Nineteen-three. Sadly we note your passing, boys. Out in the busy world ; Where a peaceful lot is soon forgot ' Mid the throbbing, pulsing whirl. When you are safe ashore, boys. Think of the ones at sea. For our saddened hearts will oft revert To the Class of Nineteen-three. We wish you all you deserve, boys. Success shall your efforts crown : Make Clemson ' s name your road to fame, Nor heed Dame Fortune ' s frown. Happy we ' ve been together, boys, But the end we all foresee ; So here ' s our song to the parting throng Of the Class of Nineteen-three. R. E. M., ' 04. 17

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History of ' 03 As our minds now wander back to our early College days, we recall to memory many faces of bright and prom- ising youths who were members of the band that began in ' 98 the work of preparing themselves for the hardship of life. At the beginning of our Freshman year there were one hundred and forty names enrolled for the struggle, which was to last four years. It was not a struggle in which man ' s physical ability was to be taxed and tested, but one in which their minds were to be trained, broadened and de- veloped. Of that number only one hundred and twelve reached Soph., at which time we were joined by twelve others who seemed anxious for a place in the struggle. Ninety of our classmates returned to College to under- take the work of Junior, and this time we were joined by five unfortunates from the Class of ' 02; many of this number fell beneath the burdens of Analytics, Calculus and various other branches of study, which they were called upon to bear. At last we became the Seniors of 03, sixty-two in number, and were joined by another classman, who had been compelled to leave College on account of his health ; of these sixty-three, one was compelled to leave College on account of ill health, another left to accept a position in a Southern city, and God saw fit to take unto himself an- other of the class, leaving sixty to reap the harvest of their diligence. Five of those who were once members of our class will never answer roll call on earth again — the sweet notes of taps have been sounded for their last eternal sleep — P. N. Shannon, P. T. Yillipigue, J. W. Ready. J. T. McNeill and L. O. King. Though they are no longer with us. their bright faces still linger in our memory. Of the two hundred and twenty names that have ap- peared from time to time on our class roll, only sixty of 19