Wesleyan College - Veterropt Yearbook (Macon, GA)

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College Hymn O Cod of Love, O Lord of Truth, To Thee JVC raise our prayer 7 hat Thou rvili l(eep our college home. Forever in Thy care. As here rve pause to learn of 7 ' ruth. May Wisdom s Truth divine So leach our rvillful hearts to strive To hend our rvills to Thine. O Cod of Love, O Lord of Truth, Teach us each day to k orv More of Thy love, that rve may learn More lil(c Thyself to grorv; And may our lives not fruitless prove. But each a blessing he Unto our neighbor and our race, A tribute Lord to Thee.

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. Editor-in-Chlef Associate Editor Business Managers Literary Editors Pictorial Editors . Local Editor . . Art Editor ■ Leila Legg . Marion Rogers . Mary Alice Strange ( Mary Lane i Sarah Merritt Ruth Wilson l Laura Lyle ( Helen Marshall t Edith Culpepper . . Ethel Butner Veterropt Staff r f 1 1

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1 OREWORDS to college annuals, like history, tend towards repeti- tion. Almost without exception, the relieved editors submit their “faithful record of our college life,” and pathetically plead with the readers to throw the “veil of charity” over any shortcomings which they may detect. We heartily approve of the above, and think the sentiment expressed therein very applicable in the present instance; however, we believe that the “veil of charity” has been so rent by constant usage, that it has become too time-worn to be called into service again; therefore, we refrain from asking you to wear it upon the present occasion. It would not be any blow to our self-respect, however, if we asked you to kindly glance over the thirteenth chapter of Corinthians before perusing our book, for after all, one’s attitude makes a difference. We have endeavored to paint in our annual only those scenes of college life over which in the years to come, when space has crept between each one of us, you w ' ill love to linger in a retrospection of pleasing memories. Days come and go swiftly in this life of ours — joy comes and melts like a vapor — youth blooms and fades like a flower, and it is well enough to keep a record of these, our happiest days, lest like a roaring cloud in the sky, they float away into fleeting emptiness to be forgotten. This is our purpose. We now submit this tenth volume of the Veterropt. If we have succeeded and it fulfills your anticipation, let us sing “unitedly and heartedly” the doxology, but if we have failed — “the services will be concluded at the grave.” V 111 1 I