Presbyterian College - Pac Sac Yearbook (Clinton, SC)

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24 THE COLLEGIAN. and purpose, the world below looking up does not understand. The world is not able to grasp the greatness with its cramped mind and its vision is so short that it cannot comprehend the truth and reality of the dreams. And thus not being able to rise to the level of the dreamer, the world has ever given him jeers instead of praise and persecution in the place of reward. Look in the paths of progress and hereyou will find the heart- blood dropped from the broken heart of the dreamer. And for this he has not even received pity. ,The struggles of the dreamers have not been made with an unconquerable ambition for the fame and glory of crowns and thrones. They have made empires, but not to rule them. To receive ostentatious reward from men, to be in the pageant are not the fires which have wrought their resolution into steel. Grief only streaks their hair with silver, but has never greyed their hopes. What noble courage was theirs to dare the uncharted seas. With only courage for a mast and their dreams for a com- pass they sail away undaunted for the far, blind shores. Seek for braver men on tl1e field of battle and you will find none whose valor can surpass the courage of those who untiinch- ingly faced the unknown future where others halted, and in- stead of receiving the aid of their fellow-men they encoun- tered fierce opposition. But untiring energy in their efforts and an undying faith in their dreams have carried them through. Look about you at those things which you would call mira- cles and you will find that these have all been wrought by the brains of dreamersg their great stone spires that tower far over the earth and pierce the skies above, their golden crosses kissing the sun. Through the invention of the innum- erable kinds of machinery they enable man to do former im- possibilities. The powerful steam engine carries you from one side of the continent to the other in a few days. The ponder- ous camels of the ocean carry their enormous cargoes across the boundless desert of the waves in an exceedingly short space of time. The cables beneath the ocean bring us within

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X . THE COLLEGIAN. 23 labor for I-Iim diligently and earnestly in our realm, where'er it may be, and to be brave and courageous-true heroes whether the world recognizes the fact or not. ANNIE AUSTIN. ...iq-1... The Call of the Enoree My heart is in the sunny South today, 'Mid Carolina's purple, pine-clad hills, Where oft I've heard the soothing liquid lay Of a flowing river whose music thrills. I long to see the cottage on the hill, That sylvan home of sunlit, summer days, VV here no sorrow could find a place to fill, But gladness, joy and peace were mine always. To stroll beside the winding woodland rill, With friends of long ago would joyful beg To wander at will o'er valley and hill, Through forests dense with leafy tapestry. Wotild that once more the gladness, merry ring Of those cheer-laden voices I could hear- , The 1naiden's laugh across the water's Hung Its siren notes to charm the listlning ear. Could I be there again at eventide, NVith joy would I list to the old South songs As they cast their spell through the shadows wide, Like the far-away chant of .angel throngs. ALUMNUS. .1T..0Xv.i...-. Dreamers Dreamers are the architects of greatness. Their vision lies within their souls. The dreams they dream and the things they see are not the mirages of fact, but they look beyond veils and mists of doubt and pierce the Walls of unborn time. As the dreamer lives high upon the mountain top of thought

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THE COLLEGIAN. y 25 speaking distance of lands thousands of miles away. These dreamers have almost entirely eliminated distance as far as speech is concerned. They have harnessed the waves of the air as well as of the sea, man now being able to speak thou-sands of miles through the air. The great and invaluable services rendered to the human race by dreamers are too numerous to mention. Hands are not all with which man has to build. If they were, there would be no advance nor progress, he would re- main in the same condition for time to come. If he would move forward he must look forward to things beyond the present. He must live not only in the present but also in the future. B. S. ..i.TvXvl..-. Good-Bye P. C., you opened your arms to us As we came into this college hall, You seemed so good, 'twas all a joke, To this green group of Freshmen all. The year wore on with steady tread And our spirits, too full of fun and play, Were dropped when we worked our Math. on the floor Instead of greased boards, on that April day. In our Sophomore year we learned to dread you The Greek and Latin were growing long, Exams caused us many a midnight watch, Taking with them light hearts and song. If we'd stop by the bulletin-board in the hall To find out the lesson from a friend, At the office door was sure to appear Either Mr. Spencer or Sunny Jim. In the Junior year we thought that they, Our professors, knew us every one, I-Iow much of books we Juniors knew, And how much studying we had done.