North Carolina State University - Agromeck Yearbook (Raleigh, NC)

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the Sopliomores as to the soundness of our judgment before a single attempt was made. We had Dunn, Bra}-, Mott and Haines on the varsity foot hall team this year. Christmas examinations came and went ai d with them eaeh man, realizing that he was about to spend the last vacation of his college life, determined to make the most of what was left. It is needless to say that we enjoyed it, for the gentle hand-clas]i and the smile on the ujiturned face ruslied tjooks and theories into utter oblivion and left us to the ilelightful contemplation of other days, flays which have nothing in common with college life. We are at the beginning of the entl. The more we realize and contemplate, the more are we made glad that we took the step that we did in our Sophomore year when we abolished hazing. Since then the growth of the college has been phenomenal, the number of students having increased from 446 in 1908 to 530 in 1910. We have made mistakes, yes, many of them, yet there seems to have been identified with the class a good influence, whether internal or external I cannot say, which ruled the actions of the class at every crisis. But the time has come when the strong ties of dear comradeship must be severed. Though we would fain keep them whole, we cannot turn a deaf ear to the call of duty. In conclusion I would sa}% may the good influence which has guided us as a class ever identify itself with us as individuals. Historian. Page 25

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for tlic collcgi ' that ever traiisiiircil, in that it resulted in the eoniplete ahoUtion of even the mildest form of hazing by bringing to light the opinion of the general public as regards hazing and an institution whieh tolerated it. Thus the actions for whicii we were severely criticised, and which were of a destructive character for a few months, were, through our efforts, made ijniductive of the very best results, as later history will prove. Tliis year we had three men on the foot ball team and elect( d McLendon for assistant manger of the ' 09 foot iiall team. We had Sexton. Council, Black and C ' liue on the ba.se ball team. Hard work and general class enthusiasm won for us the class championship in base ball. Though we lost in foot i)alli the Sophs made uj) more than fifty per cent, of the all cla.ss roll in base ball and foot ball. . i)out eighty of us relurne(l as .luniors. It was then that we realized that our college life was half spent, and this realization bound us closer to A. M., and to each other. Ours, a.s are all Junior histories, is npce.ssarily short. Nothing trans|)ired to break the monotony of class work antl examinations. The .Junior year is the most humdrum of all years in college, since it is merely the bridge which spans the chasm between the carefree life of the Sophomore and the easy, quite dignity of the Senior. Little hapiH-ning to disturb the regular routine, the dominant .spirit of perse- verence pervading tiie cla.ss was concentrated upon athletics. In foot ball w e were represented on the varsity by Bray, Dunn, Sexton, Spencer and Wilson. In base ball our arsity men were Sexton, Council, Black and Freeman. In class atiiletics we won the foot ball championship and captured the Faculty trophy. This brought us to final examinations and to a realization of llie ideal for which we had been striving for three long years -the time when we could enroll ourselves as Seniors. last we have awaken to a realization of our dream. W ' v arc Seniors in all of their entirety. .Mthough the thought, sweetened by antici])ation, is a happy one, we cannot see nuich difference from other years excejjt that we have a few more liberties and lots more work and res]ionsii)ility. We were made anxious and alert for the first month in the intere.st of our previously ailopted resolutions regarding hazing. However, we soon convinced I ' age -i- ' i

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Hoofeing pactoarb 1 I have left tlie realm of steam and steel For my lonp day ' s work is o ' er And I sit alone In my four-wall home And dream of the days of yore. 2 3 The days when I was a college lad. O Memory! O Memory! turn slowly hack, So free from worry and strif( , Skip not a single page, With never a eare Onee more I hear Nor a burden to bear. Those voices elear, The happiest of mv life. In the unforgotten age. Hark! the whistle blows for ehiss, Now the professor calls the roll. The class is o ' er They are free once more, And nearer to their goal. 6 .■ nd now 1 hear a. ' .seiiibly sound; Now I hear anotlier .sound, The boys in grey fall in . The whistle of the referee. They inarch arrayed A break, a sprain, For dress parade But he made his gain, To the tune of a warlike din. Cheer, boys; one, two, three. These i)layers lingeringly fade from vii v. A man stands bat in hand. He meets the sphere, The lileachers cheer, . nd he slides to third in the sand. S ) Again the picture fades away. Now I leave the realm of ca|i and gown, Each face grows dimmer in the past. For the lieautiful picture is o ' er; Oh! come onee more Though I work with a will To my walls of four I am living still And let this picture longer last. In those liappy days if yore. lU Oh! Alma Mater, fare thee well. For duty calls me to my task. Let memory fond. With thee abound, A. M., I love thee best. II. W. W., ' 10. Page SO