Wesleyan College - Veterropt Yearbook (Macon, GA)

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VETERROPT, 1923 Page eighteen GREATER WESLEYAN CAMPUS

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VETERROPT, 1923 The Spirit of Wesleyan ELL, yes, for one family it does seem that there arc a good many of us, but I wouldn’t have it any other way, would you? I rather like large families, and there are just enough of us to keep this the jolliest as well as the oldest family in all the world ! Can you ever forget how we were received when we first came into the family, and climbed up the old stone steps, struggling desperately to keep our numerous articles of baggage together, and even more desperately to keep our falling spirits together? It war. just as if they said to us, “Come into the lire, little sister! VVe have been waiting for you !” Oh, of course we had heard long before about the wonders and advantages of this Wesleyan. We knew that it was the very oldest woman’s college in the world, that it was a member of the Southern Association of Colleges, and that its future promised to surpass even the wildest dreams of its loyal alumna . But we’ve learned, since we became a part of the family, that a Wesleyan girl is not thinking of these things when she declares: “There’s just not another college like ours anywhere!” We have discovered, too, that neither its treasured traditions nor its standing among colleges of the South had anything to do with that other adjective that some- body added, back in the past, to the sum of its merits — the best! The oldest college — and the best! It was the spirit of Wesleyan which prompted that, and, deeply as you and I feel it, we find it almost an impossibility to say just what makes it. Perhaps that first year, with its delightful little-sistcry feeling, had the most to do with it. What a happy-hearted, blundering bunch we were ! How we were teased by the sophomores, petted by the juniors, and forgiven by everybody else for an endless number of mistakes, because we didn’t know any better! How we could almost feel ourselves growing in importance on Thanksgiving Day, when we swung our new banner aloft with the others on the basketball field and experienced the first real sensations of class spirit! With what wide-eyed amazement at the unheard-of privileges of juniors and seniors we watched the junior prem from the roof of third fioor main, and gazed from our far corner in the dining room upon the Rotary banquet! What a queer feeling of thankfulness was brought to us, as we watched our older sisters go out into the world at commencement, by the realization that there were other years Page nineteen