Sweet Briar College - Briar Patch Yearbook (Sweet Briar, VA)

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and Rand the organization of thought, we pondered within ourselves if, after all, disorganization were tiol preferable to its opposite. Nor were these our only ohstacles — Prose Composition, Analytical Geometry, Anglo-Saxon and numerous other torments and persecutions must be passed before we reached the goal. Twice a year we fell our courage wane, our spirits flag and we trembled for our little band of five, but fortune smiled upon us and, thanks in a generous use of cram, bluff and study, we have come safely through the ordeal; we feel in our grasp the much-desired A. 11. Perchance some of our members are weary and worn, possibly all of us have Inst a bit of the vigor of our youth, lint what is this trifle compared to whal we have gained from these four college years ' . We have experienced and enjoyed the verdancy of Freshmen, the conceit of Sophomores and the irresponsibility of Juniors, but the Senior year is the lies), by far the best, after all. When, as Freshmen, we entered College our sole aim and ambition was to complete the course so formidably set forth in the catalogue. Now, as Seniors, we realize that Ibe most vital parts of our life at Sweet Briar are not included in this catalogue. We have mastered tbe text-books, but text-book lure may leave us to-morrow, aye, even now it is gone, bttt the development and growth these years have brought ns are our possessions now and always. It is in our Senior year that are drawn closer ami sealed the ties which fur four years have been drawing ns together. Here are made fast ami firm the deepest friendships — friendships that will last when tbe Class of 1910 is scattered and gone. Here we learn f give our faculty the respect and love that has been miserly dealt out in the years preceding. To ns then they were teach- ers merely, stern text-bunk expounders; now we see them as our friends and guides, new we love them as these to whom our welfare is dear, as those who care fur our interests and ad vancement. Life ' s lessons came to ns here, our college years have not been in vain. The college history of 1010 is over. During the years to come she will be followed by other and more brilliant classes, but to her will always li- ascribed the glory and honor due a pioneer. No other class, however brilliant, can stand in exactly tbe same relation to her Alma Mater, no other class can ever sing with unite as much heartiness — Here ' s to the davs that we have known, Here ' s to the days to tic Here ' s to tl liege we call our own — Here ' s to S. B. C.

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Senior History T (In Villi W( cla IA till— history tells of a class peculiarly unique — unique because is the first graduating class of Sweet Briar College. Oh, reader, s your heart not burn within yon when you contemplate this fact; niiler that we feel, in this our year of final achievement, the ml honor of membership in the ( ' lass of 1910, the firs! graduating is new College of our Southland? Do you wonder that we are impressed with our own importance, that we feel a pardonable amount of self-satisfaction and pride? This pride in being a pioneer class would, T fear, have been no whit diminished even had our achievements been less at Sweel Briar. lint. Juniors, Sophomores and Freshmen, pardon the conceit, we have striven and we have achieved great things. True, we have nut always been victorious in Athletics; in our aspirations we have not snared mure than ten feet above the ground, and we have nol burned the midnight il in our efforts to excel our rival class, but these have mils pale into insignificance by the side of the many noble, heroic deeds which we have performed, bnt which, alas, modesty, time and space forbid me in enter upon. In September, 1906, we entered Sweel Briar College and began our careers. At first the mad was long and hard; disorganization •rv side. We realized, with a pang of disappointment, that the deal college life, of which we had read and heard so much, was not In he mind ready-made in a new college, bul that it was to lie attained only hrough the labor ami perseverance of the firsl class brave enough to tread ts untrodden soil. To the Class of 1910, therefore, belonged the responsibility and molding college life and college traditions. days and months passed, and we watched the various organizations ml grow in our hands, disappointment gave place to joy, responsi- ivilege. With pride and exultation we realized that our ( ' lass and e were developing hand in hand, both acquiring each day greater lignity and honor. Truly the Class of 1910 was blessed above all other classes! hint not, reader, that our path of glory was one of unalloyed think net that all of our trials and tribulations wen nfined to that fall nf 1906. Then we had disorganization to combat, later, as we delved traced with Dale the organization of Parliament ami with Zeller momentous was on ev of fc As the ility t( ar Col But tl happii into L(

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■■■■■■ Extract From a Diary ' March, 19-30. MY poor old Diary, to think T haven ' t touched von for a month! But so much has happened in that time that now I will have to start in at the beginning and tell yon all. It was a raw and dreary afternoon in the middle t ' February when, tired (Hit, 1 was sitting alone in the library, luxuriously indulging in a cup of tea and gazing into the glowing coals. In the morning ' s paper I had read of the bril- liant wedding of one of my old college mates to a distinguished foreign noble- man, so, now recurring to this in my thoughts, I gradually began to review in memory all those dear old golden days at Sweet Briar. Absorbed in such memories, I -was greatly startled by hearing a queer noise outside of the window. Goodness, what on earth made that screeching sound? I exclaimed in an irritable manner. I had just recovered my composure and was on the point of pouring another cup of tea when the same peculiar sound was repeated. Well, I said, I ' ll find out this time what that noise is. As I started in the direction of the bay-window, the noise came for the third time. I looked up, and the sight that I saw made nie doubt my senses. Had I gone crazy, or merely become a child again with childish dreams coming true ' . For whai do you think was there on my window-ledge I None other than old Mother Goose seated on the back of her big, white goose! Mother Goose with her high peaked hat and broom, just exactly true to her pictures! At the sight, all of my boasted self-control left me, and while I was en- deavoring to catch enough breath to admit of a scream, the old dame leaned forward and beckoned to me in the mosl kindly manner imaginable. In answer, I sprang forward and opened the window. Ah, my dear, exclaimed Mother Goose, it certainly took you a long time to do that. I had to rap three times upon that window and I was lie- coming impatient. However, my deal ' , gel your wraps and mount behind me, for I want to take you on a trip. Come on, don ' t keep me any longer. But, Mother Goose, I began. I