Elon University - Phi Psi Cli Yearbook (Elon, NC)

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Senior Class History |X September the thinl, 1910, we, the class of ' 14, arrived on the hill with such a feeling as only Freshmen can es:perience — ■ strange, bewildered and worst of all — really lost. Of course, you already have a mental picture of us as a whole — the word Freshman implies all, and we, I can assure you. lived up to the very letter of the term. For the first few days we heard of things that before we reached this clime had not even invaded our most unheard-of dreams. Indeed the realization was quite different from our anticipation. We were a conservative set and it was not vmtil our Sophomore vrar that we organized the class. We waited to see who would still be in rank the following year ; for as you know there is a great sifting out for various reasons. When we organized in our Sophomore year, our number was about thirty, and a wiser, more sophisticated crowd you could hardly find. We began in earnest and with our motto, nihil nisi optimum we have ever tried to realize its meaning: and for following years nothing but the best has been the slogan of our class. From the very first the members have taken a decided interest in all phases of college life. In those organizations tending toward the development of the moral and spiritual side of life we have taken our part. Also in that field which means so much in college life — athletics — we were not wanting for men. In all kinds of sport we were well represented. We lived through the year just as all Sophomores do. We felt very much the same as is the Sophomore ' s opinion of himself — that is, wise and important. We too soon may have forgotten that the past year witnessed us as Freshmen in the true sense of the word and heaped upon the lower class advice that only the experienced should give. But these traits in our third year gave way to sober, level-headed juniority. We now began to get a glimpse of ourselves as we appeared to others. ' Twas now that we strove to be rather than to seem. This year was undoubtedly one of the happiest. It was in this year that we had the great pleasure and privilege of entertaining that dignified and austere body — the Seniors. Nothing could have made us realize more fully that we were part of the college than to have our names conected in this way with the Seniors. Again we had this satisfying sen- sation when in the Junior-Senior debate, much to the dejection of our opponents, the debate was won by the negative — our side. In the following fall only sixteen of our number came back to the old oak grove to still pursue for the few remaining riionths, the long-sought-for diploma. At last we are Seniors, but instead of feeling our importance and that we are nearing the close of our school days, we realize more than ever that it is just the beginning and that we are soon to say good-bye to our old .-Mma Mater; that we are to enter into that broader and higher school of life — experience.

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NINA MYRTLE PINNIX. Pli. H. KKRNKKSvii.r.i:. N. C. I ' m sure aii ' c is an cniiiv to lifr Psi. ; V. W. C. A.: Marshal Psipht ' .ian Entertainment ' 11; Vice-Pres. Class ' 12; So- ciety Representative ' 12; Society Repersent- ative at Commencement ' 13 ; Collector C. E. ' 14; Cor. Sec. ' 14; Class Poet ' 14. Nina — Her motto is, Love one, but be a friend to all . Her temper often gets be- yond her control — then beware ! In spite of this she is one worth knowing. She keeps the golden rule — Do others as you would have them do yon . RETTIE BRINKLEY ELLIS. Ph, B. Ro.XNOKE. V. . Give every man lliy car, but few tliy voice Psi.; Y. W. C. . .: Rcprcsent.ilive P.lue Ridge Conf. Y. W. C. A. ' 1, ; Collector C. E. ' 14; Pres. Y. W. C. A. ' 14; Class Prophet ' 14. Betsy — The runt of the class — in stat u- only. Some call her indilTercnt, others most affectionate. The only side of her natnrc that we have as yet been able to determine upon is. tliat fate has decreed that, slie is to lie the autlinr of our class, willi Art ;is her siile-liuc.

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Senior Prophecy illERE am I? llave I always been living- this careless, free life, drifting on a beautiful lake with a tiny, wee girl of six. my only companion ? Alas ; not so, what a change a few wrecks can make it one ' s life! Less than two months ago I was a school girl, and instead of a blue linen dress, I wore a black cap and gown, being on the whole a very distinguished looking person. Immediately after commencement. I hastened home, but my stay there was brief, for soon after my arrival I was asked to become the companion of this dear, little Sunshine. Suddenly she cried out Oh, Comrade ; do stop dreaming and look. TMd you ever see anything so beautiful? Glancing up, I saw our boat had drifted ashore and the child was standing in the farther end with both hands clasjDed. while just before us was the most sublime scene I had ever beheld. The elements were aglow ; the sun in all its splendor shone behind the dark clusters of trees and in the midst of it all stood a horse, with head uplifted and nostrils expanded, as if ready to plunge into the lake. Lpon his back sat a stately figure arrayed in armor, with a sword of flashing fire in his hand. Fully astounded and transported with admiration, my first thought was that Parsifal, the Knight seeking the Holy Grail, stood before me ; but gradually and with regret, I realized that the age of Chivalry had passed. Then it was that he began to speak: Maiden, I hold within my hands the sword of knowdedge. I at once thought of my classmates and with a voice trembling with excitement I asked him the future of the class ' 14. His countenance fairly shone as he waved his sword once, twice, three times above his head and thrust it forward. Then it was that the sword of knowledge unfolded itself into a large volume, from the pages of which he read the future of my fifteen classmates, in a rich. tranc|uil voice, the fullness of which seemed to pierce my very soul. Your president, F. F. Myrick, the leader and stay of your class, who through- out his course was honored by all and surpassed by few, will spend his life traveling in behalf of the Y. M. C. . . : in which work as all other, he w ill be successful. Well, thought I. one member of our class, at least, bids fair. Turning to the next page he continued : The charming and attractive blond of your class will go on in her careless, free way, unable to decide in favor of either of her admirers, Marvin or George, so great is her desire to deal justly with them both, until becoming discouraged, she gives them both up. fnr lube! Barrett will go as a missionary to the far awa - fieUN of India. Before recovering from that shock, I received another as great, for he turned to me two pictures of a young man. one taken while in College, the other a few vears later. What a change a few years had efTected ! It was almost impossible to