Presbyterian College - Pac Sac Yearbook (Clinton, SC)

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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.

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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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THE COLLEGIAN. But one thing lacks in their knowledge yet, It happened in Latin at the board one day. The lesson was got from a book outside That rose from the ground in a curious Way. In the Senior year we know we love you, In spite of your ways and wily arts, We hate to think of going to leave you And tearing asunder our innocent hearts. In spite of all that Dr. Bean says Cf our long tongues all being 'possessedn I-le reluctantly says between scolds sometimes That really this Senior class is the best. But since 'tis o'er, P. C., you smile At your work, and the polishing you've done, The wayward and bashful ways youfve cured g And now with new aims we go to our homes. Wfe tui 11 aside with heavy hearts, Though this trial others before us have borne, The time has come when our way together Into various paths and roads must turn. May our paths all lead, though round about, To a true and noble goal, and when We think of this, yet, friends, we hope To meet you in the world again. Gur Alma Mater we'll always love Vlfith all our teachers and comrades, and turn Through the trials and struggles of life to view The truth of the lessons we have learned. These lessons we learned through hardships and pain And our sympathy, underclassmen, we leave, Remember. Farewell. Yes, close the door, We're gone. But our hearts to you always cleave. ANNE AUSTIN-POCt, '10