Wofford College - Bohemian Yearbook (Spartanburg, SC)

Text from Pages 1 - 216 of the 1909 volume:

The Bohemian Vol. II J909 Published by The Senior Class Wofford College Spartanburg, 5, C Richmond, Va. Everett Waddey Co. 1909 2 Main Building Greeting .... J. L. Glenn .... Board of Trustees Dedication .... Dr. James H. Carlisle Faculty New Library Building . Miss Mary S. DuPre Staff Senior Class . . . ■ . Junior Class . Sophomore Class Freshman Class Literary Department Wofford College Journal . The Record .... Songs and Yells . . Jokes ..... Literary Societies . Fraternity .... Oratorical Events of Year Athletics .... Clubs Y. M. C. A Fitting School Department Advertisements Poarb of SCrusiteesJ J. Lyles Glenn (1899), President Chester, S. C. Rev. E. T. Hodges (1896) . . : S. C. Conference Rev. R. a. Child, D. D. (1898) . . . . ' . . S. C. Conference Rev. Marion Dargan (1900) . . . . . ■ . . .S. C. Conference Rev. James W. Kilgo (1906) S. C. Conference W. E. Burnett (1900), Secretary Spartanburg, S. C. John B. Cleveland (1900) Spartanburg, S. C. HeStry p. Williams (1901) Charleston, S. C. J. A. McCuLLOUGH (1902) - Greenville, S. C. B. Hart Moss (1903) . ' Orangeburg, S. C. H. B. Carlisle (1907) . Spartanburg, S. C. R. P. Stackhouse (1907) . . ■ Dillon, S. C. Rev. W. T. Duncan (1908) . Sumter, S. C. Co W )0 t long beautiful life of ungelfigtinesig anb gerbtcc. of granlieur tbru iti gtmpUcitp, of noblcncsig, of grcat=t)earteb sipmpatbp for fjuman frailties!, of tenberne£i£! anb lobe, i eber before us! to guitie ug to libeg of puritp, trutb, anb bonor, b3e affectionately bebicate tbis bolume 6 JAMES H. CARLISLE, A. M., LL. D. 7 8 jf atultp anb 0tiiav Henry N. Snyder _ • • ■ ■ • • President James H. Carlisle, A. M.,. LL. D. ,. , i-,-, President Emeritus and Professor of Enghsh Bible Daniel A. DuPre, A. M Professor of Physics and Geology J. A. Gamewell, a. M. . . Professor of Latin Henry N. Snyder, M. A., Litt. D., LL. D. Professor of English Language and Literature Arthur G. Rembert, A. M ' . ■ ■ • Professor of Greek J. G. Clinkscales, a. M Professor of Mathematics D. D. Wallace, A. M., Ph. D. . . . Professor of History and Economics Coleman B. Waller, A. M., Ph. D. . Professor of Chemistry and Biology W. A. CoLWELL, M. A., Ph. D. . ■. . . Professor of German and French Matthew Lyle Spencer, A. M Assistant Professor of English . .... Professor of Psychology and Philosophy J. B. Peebles, B. E Assistant Professor of Applied Mathematics R. G. Bressler, a. B Instructor in Gymnasium G. S. Coffin, Jr., A. B Laboratory Assistant J. A. Gamewell Secretary D. A. DuPre ■ • Treasurer Miss Mary S. DuPre ■ Librarian To be supplied. 9 FACULTY 10 NEW LIBRARY BUILDING MISS MARY S. DuPRE, Librarian 11 taff Literary Editor W. C. Curry J. M. Steadman T. C. Montgomery A. L. Rogers P. M. MURPH E. B. Hammond Editor-in Chief R. Burton Hicks Athletic Editor O. L. Herring Art Editors Business Manager F. C. Huff T. F. Hill M. S. Lively J. E. Wannamaker Assistant Literary Editors H. C. Moore W. S. BuiCE J. K. Davis Assistant Business Manager G. K. Craig Assistant Athletic Editor H. C. Raysor Y. M. C. A. Editor R. S. Major 12 13 W. D. DuPre, President F. M. Crum, Vice-President R. C. FoLGER, Secretary and Treasurer W. C. Curry, Poet F. C. Huff, Prophet J. C. Hardin, Historian 15 OSWEGO, S. C. To follow foolish precedents, iind to wink with both eyes, are easier than to think. Preston Literary Society. A specimen of wonderful intei ' est, on account of his innocence and simplicity. John has a very distinguished appearance — senator, judge, or something of the kind. Has lately developed a great liking for female .society, and in this inspiring presence, has even shown signs of a dormant intelligence. Has gieat hopes of go- ing hack to his native styx, and showing the natives what civil- ization can do for a man. His childlike imitation is a wondei ' in its perfectness. Jfreb Eugene Pcarben SPARTANBURG, S. C. A youth of lalior with an age of ease. Charter Member, President, Vice-President, First and Third Critic, Corresponding Secretary, and Monthly Orator of Carlisle Literary Society; Marshal, Freshman Exhibition, Speaker on Sophomore Exhibition; Member of Inter=Society Committee, ' 09; Alumni Editor of Journal, ' 09. Bearden is city born and bred, Spartanburg city born and bred at that. With unruffled front, he pursues the even tenor of his way. Nothing ever excites Bearden. He is always calm in the face of danger. He can face a roaring fire in the heart of the busi- ness district of his native city, or meet a hundred Converse girls, without a tremor. Bearden will probably become a civil engineer. He has taken Math. persistently and consistently through his entire course— whether, because he has a special liking for this branch of science, or because Professor Clinkscales has a special lik- ing for him, we do not pretend to say. Every man has his opinion, though! 16 mvp ?loucf)ier BENNETTSVILLE, S. C. A nice girl could do wonders with me. Special course A. M. Graduated at S. C. University in 1908. Henry tries to impress upon his friends that precious articles are done up in small packages. He says, Boys, it gives you social standing to walk down the street with a man that has an angelic countenance, graceful carriage and dignified demeanor that I have. We are afraid Henry has heen listening to flattery. iLinbsiap igtler Preebcn BENNETTSVILLE, S. C. Then he will talk— ye gods, how he will talk! First Censor, Third Critic and Vice-President of Calhoun Literary Society; Assistant Business Manager of Journal; Junior Marshal; Class Baseball ' 07=08, Class Football ' 07=08, Manager of Varsity Baseball ' 09; S. A. E. Frat. Kis is a striking comparison to Tennyson ' s Babbling Brook. For men may come and men may go; but Kis talks on forever. He is Mrs. Howard ' s adviser and counsellor, and through her he has met every Flossy in Converse College, but his acquaintances are restricted to the girls of the old North State. In his sleep Kistler calls out, All aboard for Converse! ' - ' — • 17 Hfamcfii Cbegtcr progben BATESBl KG, S. C. Charge, Chester, charge! On, Stanley, on! President, First Critic and Second Censor of Carlisle Society; Assistant Literary Editor of Bohtrsian, ' 08; Charter Member Carlisle Society. Chester ' s face was not unfamiliar to us, for vc had often .seen his face in the advertisements of Mellin ' s Food. Chester says when he was a liaby that he took all the prizes at the Eaby Shows; but wc heard afterwards that his nurse made him put them back. lie says no matter what he is now, he knows he must have been a cute baby; but we are the judges of that statement. Some day, he will lie found almost dead under .somebodv ' s dinner table. Ileablep Monis Cox DOTHAN, N. C. He draweth the thread of his verbosit.v finer than the staple of his argument. Entered in 1905. Charter Member of the Carlisle Literary Society; Member of the Committee to make a Constitution; Sophomore Orator; Treasurer of the Society, Second Critic, Vice-President. Well, well, well, hei ' e we have him, just like he was when he came! ( 0 The same yesterdaj to-day and forevei — with the exception that now and then a new girl shines in upon his benighted existence. He is a logician of exceptional ability, spending much of his time in trying to reach the logical (0 conclusion that it is raining out- side, when the sun shines from a cloudless sky. In other words, he is a Sophist. IS 4 arlem iLonggtreet Creecf) BAEJ WELL, S. C. Blessings on him who invented sleep, the mantle that covers all hnnian thought. Preston Literary Society. Creech is from Barnwell County. Hurrah for Creech! We do not know anything about Creech!! Creech is a mystery!!! Creech is the nth power of the unknown, the unfathomable!!!! All hail to Creech!!!!! He eats, sleeps, walks and talks like an ordinary mortal, but on certain occasions the nurse seizes upon him, and he spins out poetry — my, how the rhymes do hum! Creech expects to take the place of Frank T. Stanton on the staff of The Atlanta Constitu- tion. i:!)oma£i iLipgtomfa Coleman NEWMARKET, S. C. Life ' s a jest, and all things show it, I thought so once, and now I know it. Member of Calhoun Literary Society; Third Critic, Recording Secretary, Second Censor; Member of Class Baseball Team. T. L., as the Converse lassies affectionately call him, is a typical looking college sport. He wears his hat at an angle of 30°, the sin of which cannot be determined numerically, but the sign, gesthet- ically ( ?) speaking, is that he is always jolly and ready for a lark. He has not determined his life work, as yet, but his friends say they suspect him of secretly preparing himself to sell Dr. Scott ' s Little Early Riser pills — at 1.5 cents per box. Luck to him, and hurrah! for Dr. Scott. 19 Jf. flagon Crum ORANGEBURG, S. C. His very foot has musii- in it. President, Vice-President and First Censor of Calhoun Literary Society; Vice-President of Senior Class, ' 09; Secretary of Y. M. C. A.. Y. M. C. A. Editor of Journal; Member of Glee Club, Member of Executive Committee of Glee Club, ' 08; Winner of Science Medal, ' 08; Winner of Calhoun Literary Society Essay Medal, ' 08; Chi Phi Frat. Crum is the Cassius of the Class of ' 09. He has a lean and hun- gry look,.... he reads many tiptops, and looks quite through the deeds of men. He is a great behever in what he calls the axiom. Beauty itself doth of itself persuade the eyes of men without an orator. Being very susceptible, he is constantly being persuaded himself. His first serious business will be the nefarious work of in- ducing so me poor, unfortunate girl to become Mrs. Crum. Crum says that without a Mrs. Crum there can come no little crum of comfort into his life. Walttv Clpbc Currp OWINGS, S. C. ' ■Sweet liird that shun ' st the noise of folly. Mo.st musical, most melancholy. Entered 1904; Stopped out the year 1906=07 to teach; President of Class, 1904=05; Secretary and Treasurer Classes, 1905=06 and 1907= 08; Class Poet, 1908=09; Monthly Orator of Preston Literary Society; Speaker on Soph. Ex.; Fresh. Marshal, 1904=05; Soph. Marshal, 1905=06; Corresponding Secretary, Recording Secretary, First Censor, and President of Preston Literary Society; Assistant Literary Editor of the Bohemian, 1907=08; Literary Editor of Bohemian, 1908=09; Literary Editor of Wofford College Journal, 1908=09; First Bass on Glee Club Quartette, 1908=09; Secretary of Y. M. C. A., 1905=06; Winner of Fresh.=Soph. Short Story Medal, 1905=06; Junior=Senior Short Story Medal, 1907=08; Poem Medal, 1907=08; Contributed fifteen articles to Journal; Y. M. C. A. Delegate to Asheville, 1904=05; Senior Speaker, 1908=09. Curry comes from Graycourt, but Graycourt is in no way to blame for this. Curry looks well, thinks well, speaks well, sings well, makes love well, and dresses exti ' emely, extraordinarily well, but — Would to God thou and I knew where a commodity of good names were to be bought. The end and sole motive of Curry ' s life is clothes. He has got Thomas Carlyle ' s British Dandy skint a block, when it comes to fashionable gent ' s wearing apparel. Any ui)-t()-date tailor in need of a model will do well to see Curry. 20 30victter jWanning Cubb SPARTANBURG, S. V. I have no other but a woman ' s reason; I think so, I ecause I ihink.so. Charter Member of Carlisle Literary Society. Cudd is from the city of Spartanburg. Quietly and unostentatiously has he pursued his work at Wofford during the past four years. He has had but one object in view— his diploma. What a diploma represents, Cudd has no idea, nor cares to have. What he wants is a diploma, a pure, unadulterated sheepskin. Other ' s may choose what course they may, says Cudd, but as for me— give me a di- ploma, or give me death. Cudd will devote the first two years after his graduation to the framing of his sheepskin. Afterward, he will play the part of Jesse James in a popular-priced comedy companj ' . iHarion Bargan, f r. SPARTANBURG, S. C. Go slow, and carry a big stick. Freshman Delegate to Student Volunteer Movement, ' 06; Monthly Orator, ' 07; First Critic, Preston Literary Society; Treasurer, Pres= ident Y. M. C. A.; Chi Phi Fraternity. In Marion we find the somber, thoughtful type. He never l)V any manner of means, nor under any circumstances, allows his words to run away with his thoughts (O- He is a striking example of the power of mind over matter, for the inquiring state of his mind has resulted in a body of decidedly question-mark propensities. In the near future Marion hopes to go to China, or develop, at home, his great musical talent. He is undecided, and while he pon- ders the question, still thinks upon matrimonial lines. 21 apmonb punter Bominicfe XE-SYBERRY, S. C. Not learned at court nor versed in wit. But loved by those who know him l)est. Preston Literan Society. Dominicker, ' tho of the feathered tribe commonly known as the vard-bird, is nevertheless anything else than feather- legged. Tho slightly domesticated, this bird sometimes leaves this earth of fact and wings his wa y into the ethereal regions of poesy. His sedateness is especially noticeable, and the plaintive- ness of his morning call on examination mornings shows him to be a bird of wonderful sagacity. He views with masterful and lordlv eye the barnyard of the Sciences. There he is cock of the walk. tKtEotiore PrablEj) Buposc, DARLINGTON, S. C. ' I dare do all that may become a man. Who dares do more, is none. Entered January 1906. Team. Preston Literary Society; Senior Football Teddy, since his name is Teddy, has great hopes and high am- bitions. He looked over the great wood, just back of his home, in a vain effort to find the Big Stick, and says he is going to hunt it in Africa after he graduates. He is a good historian, a wonderfully fine lady ' s man — and wears tan shoes. The ladies say he ' s mighty cute — cute eyes, cute expression in his face, and especially cute in his football suit, which he wears with much grace. Wallace Buncan Bu re SPARTANBURG, S. C. ■■Some Cupid kills -with arrows, some with traps. Treasurer of Class, 1905=06; Winner of Freshman Oratorical Con= test, 1905=06; Speaker on Sophomore Exhibition, 1906=07; Marshal, Monthly Orator, and Recording Secretary of Calhoun Literary Society; Presiding Officer of Junior Debate, ' 08; President of Calhoun Literary Society; President of Senior Class, ' 09; Winner of Oratorical Contest, ' 09; Chi Psi Fraternity. Now, here he is— Mr. President— of ' 09! He is always at his place— in the classroom, in the athletic field, in the parlor (very orna- mental), in the automobile (with his best girl), and in the church (!). He is great in electrical lines; has gi-eat hopes of establishing com- munication with Mars, by means of the electric spark sent from a special apphance of his own invention. He is modest, yet aggressive ; bashful, yet a good speaker; hopes to be successful in losing the medal to some other college in the Oratorical Contest, where he represents us. Cratoforb . €a£!terUng BENNETTSVn.LE, S. C. Great wits are sure to madness near allied, And thin partitions do their bounds divide. Secretary Class, 1905=06; Member Class Baseball Team, four years; Member Class Football Team, four years; Manager Class Foot= ball, 1906=07; Emory Debater, 1907=08; Junior Debater, 1907=08; Treasurer Calhoun Society, 1907=08; Assistant Editor Annual, 1907-08; Chairman lnter=Society Council, 1908=09; Editor=in=Chief Journal, 1908=09; Member S. A. E. Fraternity. Ananias stood fo(u)rth; but Egypt comes first, second and third. He has twofold duties. First he calls himself a student at WofFord; second, he looks out for a goat on East Main street. Once Egypt was very ill and thought his time had come. Kis friends heard him say, Get busy Ananias, your rival is coming. 23 ilutt)cr Clap Clrob PIEDMONT, S. C. ' ' Formed by thy converse happily to steer From grave to gay, from lively to severe. Member Preston Literary Society; Member Kappa Sigma Frater= nity. Luke is from Piedmont, S. C. All who have traveled widely are (|uite familiar with that thriving little city hid away in a cuj -like valley of upper South Carolina. Luther is his real name, but the girls all call him Luke. Since entering college, he has given much time to poetry. He never writes it, but just lets it pass over his .soul in inarticulate language. Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter. Luke is also planning a trip to Seattle. He expects to go with Mr. Jew Harden and ofler to the public for sale that very useful commodity, soap. This distinguished salesman informs us that each box will contain six cakes of the best soap made, one bottle of perfume, one set of teaspoons and a toothbrush, all for 50 cents. Jfreb Wilson Jfclfecl CRESTOX, S. C. Besides, ' tis known he could speak Greek As naturally as pigs squeak. Treasurer Preston Literary Society ; Member of Gymnasium Team, 1907=08, ' 08=09; Class Baseball Team, 1907=08, ' 08=09; Football Team, 1907=08, ' 08=09. Orangeburg County claims Felkel, not because she wants him, but because she is anxious to put the best face on a bad fact. Music is a passion with Felkel. He utilizes all his spare time in studying it, and has made sufficient progress in the art to distinguish with a tolerable degree of accuracy the difference between Yankee Doodle and Jesus, Lover of My Soul, provided the latter is played on a pipe organ in a church and the former by a brass band in a circus parade. Felkel has not decided definitely whether he will be a truck farmer or the conductor of a crack orchestra. 24 aul Jfrcbericfe Jfincl) MOORE, S. C. Along the cool, sequestered vale of life He kept the noiseless tenor of his way. Wofford Glee Club, 1907=08; Class Football, 1908=09; Preston Literary Society. Your pardon, please, did you say Sister Finch ( We see now, upon closer inspection, that this is our Sister — she of the pre- cise manner, the gentle voice, and mild eye. We would not have her changed in the least, if some good fairy were to make us the offer gratis. For what would the campus be without the dulcat ( ?) notes of her sweet (?) viohn! How could we live without her presence Away, Fairy, and leave our Sister to us in peace — just as she is! aailep Carlisle olger CENTRAL, S. C. A youth to whom was given So much of earth, so much of heaven. Vice=President, First Critic, and Recording Secretary of Preston Literary Society; Secretary and Treasurer Senior Class; Junior De= bater; Wofford=Emory Debater, 1908=09; Anniversarian, 1908=09 Commencement Speaker; Chief Marshal Sophomore Exhibition Freshman Marshal; Member lnter=Society Committee, 1908=09 Kappa Sigma Fraternity. Four years ago Doc landed on the campus and registered as one of the sons from the progressive little city of Central, S. C. Since his entrance in college, he has been a great lover of English poetry, especially that of Kipling. Like Orlando, he writes poetry of his fair Rosalind and sticks it about on trees. It is said that In the spring a young man ' s fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love, but this young man, from all we know, lives in a dream of fair women, Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter. He is especially interested in houses of the old Colonial style, and what could be more romantic to such an artist than to spoon on a bit of clover in the moonlight somewhere! Ask Doc. 25 Bertram oratio Jfrance SPARTANBURG, S. C Opposition is the sweet persuasion. Freshman Marshal; Charter Member and Third Critic; Monthly Orator, Second Censor, Corresponding Secretary, First Censor, Vice= President Carlisle Literary Society; Junior Debater; Marshal, Secre= tary and Treasurer Sophomore Class; Member Inter=Society Com= mittee, 1908=09; Art Editor Bohemian, ' 08; Assistant Business Manager Glee Club, ' 08; Member Executive Committee, ' 08 and ' 09; Pianist for Glee Club, ' 08; Manager Glee Club, ' 09. Yes, this is the Glee Club Manager! No doubt you have heard of hiin. No? You should read the papers more, for they are full of him and Teddy. The he has made quite a reputation for himself as Manager, he has even eclipsed that reputation, by the greater fame gained as Chief cook and bottle washer of the Glee Club. He is good at driving a bargain: never losing his temper, but mildly remarking, You know, sir, you should not charge so much. Thiis he appeals to reason. His motto is: If you have no reason your- self, appeal to the reason that lies in other men, and it will rise in majesty to make you feel as tho you had some. 3fame£i arbin lcnn CHESTER, S. C. One of the few, the immortal names. That were not born to die. First and Second Critic, Preston Literary Society; Secretary of Sealed Marks, S. C. I. 0. A; Manager Senior Class Baseball Team; Class Ball Team, 1908=09; Class Football Team, 1906=09; Chi Phi Fraternity. The first time we ever saw Shug was when he was going up in the bell tower looking for the English room. But he has learned many things since, for a word to the wise is sufficient, and this young student has developed into one of the brightest stars of the Class of ' 09. Shug lived down at Prof. Rembert ' s in his Fresh- man year and was very fond of sugar. Learn this lesson from him: Whenever you put sugar in your coat pocket, be sure there is no hole. For, a trail of sugar from your room to the diningroom is a pretty good sign that you are the man. So beware! To be for- warned is to be forearmed. Moral: A little hole may bring you an immortal name. 26 STames! Carlisle ?|arbin CLOVER, S. C. As true as the needle to the pole, or as the dial to the sun. President, Recording Secretary, Corresponding Secretary, Second Censor and Monthly Orator of Preston Literary Society; Speatcer on Freshman Contest, Sophomore Exhibition, and winner Wofford Ora= torical Contest, ' 08; Winner of State Oratorical Contest, ' 08; Presi= dent Sophomore Class; Vice=President Y. M. C. A.; Senior Class His= torian; Assistant Exchange Editor Journal; Sophomore Marshal; Chief Marshal; Manager Junior Baseball Team; Captain Senior Baseball Team; Member of Executive Committee of Athletic Association; Commencement Speaker; Chi Phi Fraternity. Jew hailed from Clover, S.C. Four years ago he struck this campus, and has since developed into a marvelous business man. He is a clothier of the fii ' st water, and keeps the boys posted on all the latest fantastic fads of fashion. When it comes to accurate measuring, he is there with the goods, for he fit several members of the faculty. Jew ' s latest scheme is to go to Seattle, WaShing- tion, next summer. He expects to work his way selling the newest things in kitchen furniture, such as breadboards, combination rolling- pins, and dippers. In fact, he will be able to fui ' nish the modern housewife with everything useful from a hair pin to a gattling gun. CaglueU l incent HapcS DILLON, S. C. Some feelings are to mortals given With less of earth in them than heaven. Charter Member, First Censor, Second Critic, Carlisle Literary Society. Grass was captured in the swamps of Marion, after several hours ' chase with hounds and horn. The taming process has been very successful (?) considering his pri.stine wildness. He says ne ' er a word, except when the pain of necessity strikes him, then brevity is his chief aim. Has a happy faculty of always plumbing the pass line. 27 0vtn H. ilerring SPARTANBURG, S C Let majesty your first attention siunnion; Ah, c-a ira, the majesty of women. Member Calhoun Literary Society; Monthly Orator; Second and Third Critic; Recording Secretary; Member Gym Team, 1907=09; Captain Gym Team, 1907=08, ' 08=09; Class Baseball Team, 1906=07, ' 07=08, ' 08=09; Manager Class Baseball Team, 1905=06; Captain Class Baseball Team, 1907=08; Class Football Team, 1905=06, ' 06=07, ' 07=08; Manager Class Football Team, 1908=09; Atheletic Editor of Bo= hemian, ' 09. Cap is an apt pupil of the man who taught Overexertion is a thorn in the flesh, and he also tries to carry out his ttachings; for he spends most of his time trying the double-backward side somersault. Am sure many years won ' t go by before we see our dear Old Cap doing the flying trapeze stunts in Smith ' s Greater Shows. lie will fill his spectators full of horror when he takes his final Fhght from Heaven to Hades. We certainly hope he will land safelv. SPARTANBURG, S. C. A good strong character, with independence and force. Charter Member, President, First Critic, First Censor, Recording Secretary, Monthly Orator, Carlisle Literary Society; Speaker on Sophomore Exhibition; Preliminary Speaker, Wofford=Emory Debate Senior Speaker; Assistant Literary Editor, ' 08; Business Manager, ' 09 The Journal; Assistant Business Manager, ' 08; Editor=in=Chief, ' 09 The Bohemian; Second Tenor; Member of Executive Committee, ' 08 First Tenor of Club, and Second in Quartette of Glee Club, ' 09. It is not possil)le to classify Hicks. He is not tall, and he is not short; he is not fat, and he is not lean; he is not brilliant, and he is not dull; he is not good, and he is not bad— he is either in medias res in all things or else he is sic semper tyrannis. Or is he e pluribus ummf Anyway, he is something like that. Hicks will enter the legal profession with a hop, skip and jump. He hopes to be able to punsue his studies under the tutorship of Abraham Ruef, the well known San Francisco lawyer and, up to a short time ago, suc- cessful gi-after. 28 ANDERSON, S. C. The sweetest, simplest thing that ever grew. President; Vice-President; First Critic; Recording Secretary; Corresponding Secetary; Second Censor; Montiiiy Orator; College Marsha! 1907=08 of Preston Literary Society; President, 1907=08; Vice=President, 1906=07; Class Marshal, 1905=06; Vice=President of Musical Association; Member of Glee Club, 1908=09; Member of Gymnasium Team, 1907=08, 1908=09; Class Baseball Team, 1908=09; Assistant in Chemistry; Art Editor Annual Staff, 1907=08, 1908=09; Member of Executive Committee of S. C. I. 0. A.; Member of Execu= tive Committee of Athletic Association, 1908=09; S. A. E. Fraternity. Tom is a genial sort of a fellow, liked by both sexes. In spite of the fact that he has never made less than al; yet he was always tioubled about his dip. He achieved his coveted position on the Glee Club by singing solo(w) entitled, Wait till May comes. Tucker is undecided whether he will he a gymnasi im instructor or a dentist. Jfranfe Carl ?|uff SIMPSON VILLE, S. C. Herein lies wisdom. President, First Critic Calhoun Society; Junior Debater; Local Editor Journal, 1908=09; Glee Club, 1907=08, ' 08=09; Glee Club Quar= tette, 1907=08; Treasurer Musical Association, 1908=09; Preliminary Emory Debater; Commencement Speaker; Class Prophet; Business Manager Annual, 1909. Frank hails from the backwoods of Greenville, tho ' to be perfectly frank, no one would ever suspect this origin. His smile, so charming, so bewitching, so perfectly adorable, so altogether charming, so divinely simple, attracts wonderfully the ladies, Has a good reputation in his classes— so absents himself from the unnecessary ( 0 exams. Hopes to be successful in bringing the Annual out in debt. Very unassuming, very modest, he often ex- presses a wonder why all the lassies he meets fall in love with him. 29 ELLOREE, S. C. Who never said a foolish thing, or ever diil a wise one. Preston Literary Society. This fair youth takes things easy. He iievei- u.ses more words than is necessary to make his thoughts tleai ' — consequently speaks but seldom. Never runs two sentences together. He is modest, una.ssuming, bashful; chews his gum in silence, with a peculiar goat-like motion. Shuf works with untiring eneigy for M. Socie- ty — there giving vent to the congestion of ideas which heap them- .selves up in his quiet moments. Ladies! ' Take ' em away! Bonalb Jluggin GAFFNEY, S. C. I have no amliition to see a goodlier man. Preston Literary Society. Huggin ' s home is Gafl ' ney. He recognizes that concealment is impossible, so he admits the fact without a blush. Greek is the bete noir of Huggin ' s existence. He is the only man in college who has one of these: but it suits him remarkably well. He says that, when he gets out of college, he is going to secure a coup d ' etat and a faux pas to go with his bete noir. Huggin took astronomy this year. His imagination took an affectionate farewell of our little earth and soared into distant worlds unknown. He is sure a star gazer. His life will be given to teaching the young minds to grow and the young ideas how to .shoot; that is to say, he will become a teacher of schools. 30 I iberg Conrab juggins BISHOPVILLE, S. C. Here is a soul with immortal burns, And life, ignoble life, for glory spurns. Vice-President two terms ; Second Critic of Calhoun Literary Society ; Class Baseball Team, 1905=09; Kappa Alpha Fraternity. Gants is his name, and never did a fairer lover woo a lady — at Converse. He is admired for his unassuming manner, and nevei- is he heard publishing abroad the glad news that there is one in the world dearer than all the wealth of Crcesus. Ee loves in silence, and only on one occasion were those deep ebullitions of passion found to take the form of articulate speech. And these wei ' e the words that he sang: Show me and the girl is mine. Gants is a very liberal-minded fellow, and has won many friends by his willing- ness to give over to the desire of others. Whenever any controversy arises, although the thermometer may be zero, he takes his hat and fans and makes this big-hearted reply. You can do as you like about it, but I rather you wouldn ' t. jWagon iihtvt ilatfjam SHARON, S, C. Man delights not me nor woman neither. Member of Preston Literary Society; Contributor to the Journal; Delegate to Southern Students ' Conference. Non=frat. Allow me, please — the Divine! Now, Ladies and Gentlemen, make your bow! He is sensible (to wit: wrinkles his brow while talking), smiles occasionally, wears gloves, and, wonder of wonders, carries in his small head sometimes as many as four weighty ( ?) discussions of Biblical topics (sermons). Total depravity of man is his chief subject, his one idea, .subject of his deepest thought, and principal charactei ' istic. 31 Hfameg Procfeington ILatimer LOWNDESVILLE, S. C. The liest oc ' cupation is recreation. Entered ' 06; Preston Literary Society. Kid has never given his mother any trouble, for he has been so afraid of doing something wrong that he wouldn ' t do anything at all. He has a horror of dying with walking typhoid fever or galloping consumption. His favorite song is, Please go ' way and let me sleep. And the verse of scripture that appeals to him most is, A little more sleep, a little more .slumber, a little more foldino; of the hands. Sfames! Jlopce Jilataffep CLINTON, S. C. As headstrong as an allegory on the banks of the Nile. Monthly Orator of Preston Literary Society. Never missed a class during entire four years. Huoh! Listen, the Constitution speaketh! Here is the Law, the Prophets, the Writings, and the supreme court of the question! After having tried in vain for four long years to reform the campus to the right way (his way) ( l) he gives it up as a bad job. The Constitution is a deep thinker (see his broad brow, like Plato ' s), l)hiloso]5her, tho rather pessimistic, and even secretly writes love letters, tho no one is certain of this. ■1 ' Wik ' 4 3iaicf)arb mart jUajor LEESVILLE, S. C. Sir, ' tis my occupation to be plain. Entered 1906; First Censor Preston Literary Society; Y. M. C. A.; Editor of 1909 Bohemian. Having acquired all the knowledge of Leesville College, he came here to see if perchance he might find new springs to drink of. Rocks is his mania — his one idea, his first and only love. Stones for bread, suit him exactly — up to a certain point! Dick has great hopes that he will be able, in the near future, to prove the rocks of the Moon are composed of quartz, mica and feldspar! His work is earnest, and partakes of the character of his I ' ocks — hard! 3©acu£i fierce iUcCain Mccormick, s. c. A ' bear ' among the ladies is a dangerous thing. Vice=President ; Second Critic Preston Literary Society. A striking example of the philanthropist. With beautiful in- discrimination he lets his fair countenance beam upon all and any of the fair sex. Has improved upon his last years ' sporting ' record by making it a rule never to be out more than six nights in the week, and not later than 3 o ' clock A. M. Mac is a fairly good student, and is especially fond of Hop coca-cola. There is a rumor on the campus that he is contemplating joining the Salvation Army after graduation, tho we are not able to give definite informa- tion . 33 CarlisilE MtHtob LYNCHBURG, S. C. A man condemned to wear The public burden of a Nation ' s care. First Critic Calhoun Literary Society; Member of K. A. Frat. Mac is one of the hundred and eighteen Freshmen who entered in 190.5, and has stuck with the Class through thick and thin. Since he has become a Senior, his face has changed from the gay Sopho- more type to that of a more philosophic nature. What brought about this transformation is hard to tell. Some say he is in love, while others think he is trying to upset some of Prof. DuPre ' s pet theories in Geology. Of the two, we rather believe he is in love, for whenever you hear a fellow talking about babbling brooks and shady nooks, or sunny skies and sparkling eyes, you watch out. tE )omai Carlisle Hontgomerp MARION, S. C. You look wise — pray correct that error. First Critic; Monthly Orator; Member Inter=Society Committee; Calhoun Literary Society; Class Football Team, 1907=08, ' 08=09; Class Baseball Team, 1908=09; Gymnasium Team, 1906=07, ' 07=08; Glee Club, 1908=09; Bohemian Staff, 1909; Kappa Alpha Fraternity. Reddy, Sorrel Top, Mont and Gilt Edge, a commodity of good names. A man ' s popularity may be estimated by the number of nicknames he has. Mont is from Marion, S. C, and adored by all the girls very much. Lord Chesterfield would be a back number when Reddy is around. Rain or shine, sleet or snow, up to Converse I must go. Mont has made quite a record since he entered Wofford, and the Class of 1909 is proud to call him her own. He was always faithful to his duty, and never absent from his post on Saturday afternoon (Converse) but twice in four years. And that wasn ' t his fault. Who expects a man to do more than his best? 34 Penjamm i obertsion iWuIlmg, Jr. MAEION, S. C. While time serves and we are but decaying, come, my Corrinna, come, let ' s go a maying. Member Preston Literary Society; Member Pi Kappa Alpha Fraternity; Active Member Y. M. C. A.; Athletic Editor Bohemian, ' 08; Secretary Athletic Association, ' 09; Class Baseball Team, ' 06=07, ' 08=09; Captain Class Football Team, ' 0S= ' 06= ' 07= ' 08; Captain Junior Sophomore Team ' 06 and ' 07; Captain Senior=Freshman Team, ' 08; Gymnasium Team, ' 09. Shorty, has made a reputation for himself in several directions, namely along classical lines, especially Latin. Improved upon his last year ' s record by purchasing a pony and attending classes once a month. Short, white (neat), cute, apparently fascinating to the fair sex, he holds his own with the tallest. Shorty is a firm believer in the innate superueity of the whites over the nigger. Has solved ( 0 the South ' s question in an extensive work, which will soon appear. iimctji JWuraofea JAPAN The thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts. Contributed to Woff ord College Journal two articles ; Preston Society. Buichi Muraoka hails from Yamaguchi Ken, Japan (the Ken is the Japanese district). His postoffice address is Yashiromura. Note the harmonious vowel sounds in this address. Note also the inharmonious consonant sounds. A man with an address like this ought surely to succeed at anything he undertakes. It is not every man who could stand up under an address like the above. It takes a man who hopeth all things, believeth all things, and endureth all things. Think of it! Meditate over it, and give ear, O ye Heavens — Buichi Muraoka, Yamaguchi Ken, Yashiromura, Japan!! Muraoka will be a theologian of the latest approved pattern. 35 Paul adon fWurpf) WHITE STONE, S. C. So long as life and health allows, I ' ll be raising hogs and cows. Charter Member; Monthly Orator; Secretary; Junior Marshal; Vice=President ; President Carlisle Literary Society. Murph, alias Minister, alias Chaplain, otherwise known as Little Boy, one bright day brought to us some of the beloved dust of White Stone. The Minister has always aspired to oratory (!), even now moving stones from their places w ' ith his eloquence. Says that if Congress is not in session his address will be Spartanburg! Give ear to him all ye people! l iUiam (Jiarp ilicfjolsi NICHOLS, S. C. Who mixed reason With pleasure And wisdom with mirth. First Censor and Second Critic of Preston Literary Society; Class Baseball Team, 1907=09; Class Football Team, 1907=09; Class Basket ball Team, 1905=06; Kappa Alpha Fraternity. Lives of great men all remind us. Gary came to the campus four years ago, and reported that he was from Nichols, S. C, U. S. A. Those who have seen anything of the world will remember that this thriving httle city is in the lower part of the State where Marion did some great stunts in the days gone by. In scientific circles he is known as Nucleus, because he is the center of attraction when it comes to springing new thories on the world. His latest theory in Biology is one touching on the great question of Evolution, and from all we know he is having a hard time trying to convince Dr. Waller ■that tadpoles turn to butterflies. Besides being a scientist of great repute, Nucleus is a German student also. Four years ago he boarded the German Train, and has since stuck to it like a man. It is his present intention to occupy the chair of modern languages at some college out in California, and we predict for him a brilliant future. 36 l iUiam fames! arfes! GREENWOOD, S. C. A girl, a girl, my kingdom for a girl! . Entered college September, 1904; Dropped out 1906=07; Re-entered 1907=08; Member Tennis Tournament 1907=08; Sophomore Marshal; Contributed to Journal; Sigma Alpha Epsilon Fraternity; Third Critic Calhoun Literary Society. That reminds me, has anyone seen Clif. Ligon? Convei ' se hearts have been known to splinter at the sight of this fair Lochinvar. We are sorely afraid Jimmie will commit matrimony early in life; for he has an idea that two can live cheaper than one. What will old Wofford do for a Park when this green youngster has left its scholastic walls? (Prober Jfolgom atton CROSS ANCHOR, S. C. I hate shams. Second Censor; Corresponding Secretary; Monthly Orator; Second Critic; Vice-President and President of the Preston Literary Society; Speaker on Sophomore Exhibition; Junior Debater; Oratorical Contestant; Historian of Junior Class, ' 08; Exchange Editor of The Journal. Here is a fossil discovered through the eai-nest research of Prof. DuPre some four years ago. There has been some trouble in de- termining to what age he belongs; but since he was found in the latest Social .strata of Cross Anchor, we judge that he might be classed in the Age of Man. Pat is a philosopher of no mean ability, following in the footsteps of Pythagoras (!). Has appeared in evening suit several times, and, if. our memory serves us rightly, spoke a speech. 37 ASHEVILLE, N. C. Wherefore gettest thou that goose-like look? Member of Kappa Sigma Fraternity; Member of Preston Literary Society. It is hard to tell where Vard is from. His present abode is in Central, S. C; but all we can say is that he sprung from the Southern States. He is a great railroad man, and spends much of his time in viewing the sights of our great country. All communications will be sure to reach him if addressed to V. D. Ramseur, U. S. A. There are new worlds to conquer, but Vard has about decided to settle down in the great old state of Tennessee. What the attraction out there is, we hardly know, but Vard is a business man, and we are sure he will make a mark in life. SPARTANBURG, S. C. Such geniuses are rarely found. Search as you may the world around. Entered 1908; First and Second Critic, Carlisle Society; Emory Debater, ' 09. No, no, he won ' t hurt you! He ' s perfectly tame — with the excep- tion of a kind of oratorical wildness that sometimes transports him in some of his mighty ( ) orations. His speaking ability is simply wonderful — we wish he had the voice of seven thunders, so that the world might hear him. He is also a great student of human nature — especially that as found in the female sex. Says that the type which appeals to him most is the spirituelle. Ask him! 38 llen ilitjmgfiiton l ogere! SPARTANBURG, S. C. ■ ' To his experience and his native sense, He joined a bold imperious eloquence. President and Monthly Orator of Calhoun Literary Society; Pres= identof Pan Hellenic Council, ' 09; Chairman of Reception Committee, ' 08; Speaker on Freshman Declamation Contest; Sophomore Exhibi= tion; Oratorical Contest, ' 09; First Tenor, Glee Club, ' 08=09; Art Editor of The Bohemian. Kappa Alpha Fraternity. Allen ' - ' is one of the Spartanljurg boys, and has been with the Class of ' 09 for four long years. He has had the advantage of us in one respect, however, in serving two terms in the Fighters ' Hole before we arrived on the scene. His reason for doing this was to give the ' 09 bunch time to get together so he could join them. Allen is an orator, too. On a sunny day in May, when he sits beside his lady fair down by the babbling brook, and listens to the merry twitter of the birds, and the sighing of the trees, his oratory rises to heights which would rival Demosthenes, and as for old man Cicero, he wouldn ' t be in it. The only objection the English pro- fessor finds with Allen is that he puts too much time on the Romeo and Juliet type of literature. William CUebe aogerg BLENHEIM, S. C. I can be happy without good sense. Second Critic, Monthiy Orator, Calhoun Literary Society; Class Football Team, 1907=08, ' 08=09. Red is a wonder, and it has been troubling all of us to know what he really is, or what he is going to be. He is a follower of the Truth, but hasn ' t caught up with it yet. He is a great admirer of the fair sex, but he usually admires from a distance. He will some- day be a great chemist (?). 39 fames iUiamg cott SPART.INBUKG, S C. Strange to the world, he wore a Ijashtul look. First and Third Critic of the Calhoun Literary Society ; Class Football Team, ' 09 ; Contributed to the Journal. J. W. will some day be an editor of a book entitled, How to learn ' Maud ' . We are sure it will be a succe.ss, for the editor proved to be an excellent scholar, and was especially brilliant on this particular poem. If he is not an editor, he will be the founder of a girl ' s college, for J. W. thinks heaven cannot be a beautiful place if girls are not there, and every one he meets he tells her, Give me back the presents, I promised you. f ofjn jFrancis immong, f r. ROWESVILLE, S. C. Then try, my boy, as quickly as you can, T ' assume the looks and manners of a man. Second Critic Calhoun Literary Society. Jean (with the French pronunciation) came to Woiford with an amliition, and that was to develop mind, spirit and body. Has succeeded admirably in the latter operation; but as to the other two (mind and spirit) he has grown rather sceptical as to their ex- istence since studying Psycho. Loves science, and is especially fond of hot biscuits for supper! Has lately contracted the habit of calling, and makes a great hit with Spartanburg femininity. Jean and Dick Major hope to occupy the settee of Geology at this classic place in the future years. 40 Cbtoarb Patrick Stabler NOETH, S. C. Never too old to yearn. Entered 1905; President of the Freshman; Charter Member of the Carlisle Literary Society; appointed on the lnter=Society Committee. 1908=09; Sophomore Orator for January, ' 07. Here we have the venerated picture, or likeness, of the Grandpa of our Class. He carries his years with dignity, advising and admonishing with great paternal discrimination and care. A mighty seriousness sometimes settles in his deep ( ' 0 eyes, an untold sorrow, like that of Dante, which some suspect (tho are not irreverent enough to express) is caused by the fact that he ' s wi ' out a wdfey! Patiently, tho, he works, and waits for her coming. DILLON, S. C. Whatever sceptic could inquire for, For every why he had a wherefore. Monthly Orator, Corresponding Secretary, Second Censor; First Critic of Calhoun Literary Society; Vice-President of Class ' 07=08. Some day Stack will shock the whole world with one of his eloquent speeches, which we all know he surely can make. His favorite subject on which to debate is Darwin ' s Theory of Evolution. He wants to know if he is an example of this theory, or whether he is headed that way; but why isn ' t he an example of both ' We shall expect great things from Stack in the future; an d no doubt he will some day be a teacher of writing lessons. 41 3fot)n Jilarcellusi tcabman ST. GEORGE, S. C. The grinders may cease, but the grind goes on forever. Entered 1905; Member Preston Literary Society; First Censor; Member Gymnasium Team, 1907=08; Manager Gymnasium Team, 1908=09; Art Editor of Boliemian; Contributed two articles to Bo= hemian. Steadman, being the son of a Methodist preacher, is from the state of South Carolina at large, generally speaking. At present however, his address is St. George. He calls this his instantaneous address. Steadman is the handsome man of the campus [l). Imag- ine a pale, lean face, a ravenous looking mouth, a pair of soulful blue eves, and the whole surmounted by a shock of hair about the color of good pipe clay! That is Steadman. Steadman is a Latin student- He has ti relessly pursued this study, and says he is now able to state, on his own authority, that General C. J. Ctesar did realh ' cross the Rubicon once upon a time, several years ago. He will devote his life to proving that the said Caesar was the ancestor of Napoleon Bonaparte. CliDpn Patterson tepfjengon BISHOPVILLE, S. C. I do but sing l ecause I must. And pipe but as the linnets sing. Recording Secretary and First Censor Calhoun Literary Society; Class Basket Bali, 1905=06; Class Baseball Team, 1907=08; Glee Club, 1907=08; Glee Club, 1908=09; Kappa Alpha Fraternity. Steph is from BishopviCe, and that little city never produced a better all ' round man. He took up Latin in his Freshman year, and that old language grew on him so that it was impossible to turn it loose. And to-day we find him delving into the mysteries of this ancient tongue. Higher criticism is his chief hobby, and he has about convinced Prof. Gus that Hannibal did cross the Alps on skates, and that Cicero was not the man who said, Give me liberty, or give me death. Steph is delighted with his work, and we predict a brilliant future for him in the University of Arizona, where he ex])ects to hold the Chair of Latin. artf)ur (Eugene Einglep WHITE STONE, S. C. To reap some ' pleasure and to sow Seeds oi fair fame In after times to grow. Charter Member, First Censor, Second Critic, Recording Secre= tary of the Carlisle Literary Society. La! Here ' s the boy! Possum always looks on the bright side of things; always meets the world with a happy smile (or grin- whence his name). He looks upon the world as easy money, feeling sure that there is always a place for the worthy young man. Democracy of Jefferson, is his watchword — all men free and equal. Let downtrodden Republics, take on new life, here comes the deliverer, strong in his own might (?)! talker leigf) fjittafeer NEWBERRY, S. C. I awoke one morning and found myself famous. Preston Literary Society; Football three years, 1906=07, ' 07=08, ' 08=09. Whit ' s address when he entered college was Prosperity, but one would never have guessed it from his appearance. He, himself, early realized that his general air and demeanor did not bespeak Prosperity, so he changed his postoffice to Newberry. Since he has been at Wofford college, Whit has been a walking budget of in- formation. With admirable sang-froid, he gives his august opinion on all conceivable subjects. His life work will be the compiling of a pocket encyclopedia— of the type which defines everything except the one particular thing for which one happens to be looking at any given time. 43 f ol)n jfranfeUn ooblep SUMTER, S. C. Come one, come all! this rock shall fly From its firm base as soon as I. Class Football Team, 1908=09; Member of Preston Literary Society. John is the only Senior who has the distinction of knowing per- sonally the mayor of Spartanburg. It was purely accidental that precocious youth met the City Father. He had a fondness for Geology, and while studying rocks and their uses, he received a very formal introduction to the Chief, and was urged to spend the night with him for safe keeping. 44 Senior €la ?|i torp I d OR four years we have labored and toiled on this old campus, have had our trials, troubles, and our pleasures ; but how shor t the T| time has actually seemed! It seems as if it were only yesterday A P ' when we registered as Freshmen, and now the time, which was then inconceivable, has arrived, and we find ourselves endeavor- ing to write a history of our class. Who would have thought that we would stay here long enough to make any history? What if you had seen Mace Crum offer his hand to the conductor when asked for his ticket? But we must excuse Mace; for he, like the rest of us, was homesick and lonely, and was only too glad to receive a handshake of consolation from any source. Seeing this, could you have pictured him as the star in Wofford ' s Glee Club, or standing, as he does, six feet two inches in his stocking feet, receiving two medals at the commencement of his Junior year? When you heard the toll of the old college bell, caused by Stack running over it in his vain search for the matriculation office, could you have imagined him as he stands to-day, a dignified Senior, leader in all the debates of the Calhoun society, and chief spokesman for the class in the arguments which arise with Dr. Wallace? Knowing Dacus McCain, as we now do, can you think of him when a Fresh trying to pay his diploma fee? These are but a few instances which go to prove the great changes, and reformations resulting from a four years ' college course. Like all classes, we have made our record, one of which we are justly proud. As Freshmen we had 118, and now we are 57 strong. We entered with the largest enrollment of any class in the history of the institution, and now as Seniors we hold the same record. As to scholarship, we have always carried off more dis- tinctions than any other class. Many things have we accomplished with our large number. The two Society halls were inadeciuate, and to-day we have the Carlisle Literary Society in a live and properous condition, owing its existence to our class. The ladies of the campus, seeing such a large number, and such a large per cent, of the number very handsome (even if seven were red-headed), immediately made arrangements to serve us with cream and cake, after the Y. M. C. A. Reception. They sure had a time getting around; for Shug Glenn ate six saucers without stopping to take a good breath. Possibly you would like to know why we call him Shug. Just ask : Irs. Rembert the tale about Jim Glenn, the sugar dish, and the fig tree. We certainly enjoyed the reception, and all the comforting words of welcome from the upper-classmen They seemed so eager to be of any assistance to us, and of course we thought they knew it all : but my, how our conceptions have changed ! 45 Class officers soon were needed, and our first class-meeting was a new experience for us all. Each seemed to think he was in Congress casting a very important ballot. Each man got one vote for President, and it was with difficulty that we ever came to any agreement as to whom the honor should fall. Finally all agreed that Daddy Stabler was the right man in the right place. R. L. Keaton was elected Vice-President, and C. A. Easterling Secretary and Treasurer. Mr. Jonas P. Gray, of Woodruff, offered a medal to the best Freshman De- claimer, and on May the fourth, the birthday of Wofford ' s Grand Old Man, ' ' the first Fresh Ex. was held. Our class President, E. P. Stabler, presided, and introduced the following speakers: Prestons— D. G. Spencer and J. C. Hardin; Calhouns— W. D. DuPre and A. L. Rogers ; Carlisle— E. A. Hutto and J. B. Cannon. Those speeches were great. DuPre captured the medal. Everybody said it was the best exhibition of Oratory given from the platform in many years, and of course we believed them. II But the time wasn ' t long before we put away Fresh ways, and took upon ourselves the wise, but foolish, look of a Sophomore. Our officers this year were: J. C. Hardin, President; Tom Hill, Vice-President; B. H. France, Secretary and Treasurer. The all important event to every Sophomore, is the annual Sophomore Exhibition. Our speakers were Hicks, Bearden, DuPre, Rogers, Patton and Har- din. Tom Hill, in his characteristic unassuming dignity, presided over this occa- sion. R. C. Folger was the chief marshal. Ill But, like all Sophmores who have any stickability whatever (and we are noted for ours), in a year ' s time we stepped one round higher in College circles. Our officers were chosen as follows: Tom Hill, President; R. B. Stackhouse, Vice- President; W. C. Curry, Secretary and Treasurer. When the preliminary to, decide Emory Debaters came off, although only Juniors, we had to represent us, Easterling, Hicks and Glenn. And Easterling was selected as one of the two to battle against Emory. We also sent one of our number to Greenwood, who, according to precedent set by the former Wofford i-epresentatives, captured the State medal. Our commencement debaters were Patton, Huff, Easterling, and France, with Wallace DuPre presiding most grace- fully over the exercises. IV However long it may have seemed, we at last became Seniors, dignified of course. Many wonderful things have we accomplished this year, many of our number holding great records for scholarship; in fact, a large per cent, of our men 46 have gone through the four years ' course without a flunk, and quite a number have never made less than first grade, until our final exams. Professor Clink- scales, realizing that it would never do for a man to leave college not knowing how it feels to flunk, passed around a good bunch of fours, some of our very best men having to suffer the effects of the explosion. Our officers this year are: W. D. DuPre, President; F. M. Crum, ' ice-Pres- ident; R. C. Folger, Secretary and Treasurer; W. C. Gurry, Poet; F. C. Huff, Prophet; J. C. Hardin, Historian. The Journal this year is a creditable one, gotten out under the supervision of C. A. EasterUng, Editor-in-Chief; R. B. Hicks, Business Manager. It was after much discussion that we decided to get out an annual, and with R. B. Hicks as the Editor-in-Chief, and F. C. Huff as Business Manager, we are confident of the best publication that Wofford students have ever gotten out. Our men are taking part in every possible phase of college life. On the Gym- nasium Team, Herring, as captain, is an acrobat who always attracts large crowds to witness his performances. We cannot imagine how the Glee Club could possibly exist without France, as manager, and Hicks, Crum, Hill, Rogers, Stephenson, Huff, Curry and Montgomery as singers. The winner of the Oratorical contest this year was W. D. DuPre, giving us two men to represent Wofford at Greenwood. Our society presidents have been: Calhoun— W. D. DuPre, A. L. Rogers, F. M. Crum, and F. C. Huff; Carlisle R. B. Hicks, P. M. Murph, F. E. Bearden, and J. C. Brogden; Preston— J. C. Hardin, W. C. Curry, T. F. Hill, and G. F. Patton. The speakers representing our class in our commencement exercises will be W. C. Curry, W. D. Dupre-, R. C. Folger, J. C. Hardin, R. B. Hicks, and F. C. Huff. Looking back over our course, we cannot help but record the mighty awaken- ing in Spartanburg, prompted by the appearance of one hundred and eighteen Freshmen entering Wofford. Her citizens seemed to realize that a class destined to break every record was entering for the first time into those old classic walls, and they began to sit up and take notice. It wasn ' t long before we were walk- ing on paved streets ; then the Kennedy Free Library was built for our accommoda- tion. Rock Cliff Park was built for our recreation, and the County Fair was organized for our dissipation. The old Opera House was torn down, and a new and more commodious one was built on North Church street in order that we might be able to attend with more ease and convenience. We overran Central Methodist Church, and Bethel was soon erected. So many people do we attract to Spartan- burg, that a new hotel was needed, and hence we now have the Finch, named for one of our own number. We have done so much for Spartanburg that she is fast becoming one of the great railroad centers of the South. The C. C. O. will soon bring into this city trains loaded with coal from the beds of Tennessee, drawn by new and monstrous engines. Spartanburg will be the stopping place of many handsome Pullman cars, loaded with passengers from the north and west. 47 Realizing that we will not be long remembered by these wonderful achieve- ments, we felt within our hearts a desire to extend to the dear old institution we love so well, and which will be dearer as our Alma Uater in the years to come,_ some slight token of that love, thereby showing our deep appreciation of the noble influences that have been brought to bear upon us, and at the same time leave something by which we might be remembered ; hence, on February the 22nd, we raised in front of the main building the largest flag that floats in Spartanburg. When the members of our class are stirred and tossed by unfriendly temptations, or beset by the trying conflicts of this life, in after years when they have wandered perhaps far away, may tender memories take possession of the tired brain and heart, causing them to remember that back at old Wofford, above the swaying oaks, there gently stirs in the evening breezes, that which signifies strength and purity, keeping guard silently, but securely, over the scenes and forms of long ago! JAMES C. HARDIN. June seventh Wofford College will send out more than half a hundred young men to represent her in the various activities of life. These same young men will take their part in the development of our Commonwealth, and will help in a large measure to mold and shape her destinies. Many, we believe, will attain to positions of eminence, while others will allow the pursuit of superficial matters to turn them aside from the real and vital issues of existence. To that one of our number who ever keeps before him that self that in his boyhood days he aimed to be, and who weaves on the loom of everyday experience a bit of the ideal, and to him only, will come the highest measure of success. Young manhood, with its dreams and purposes and high aims, is a glorious period of life. Tn this formative period one looks out into the conditions about him, and sees good in everything. He feels as if he could be master of any situation, and confident in his strength, he will attempt any undertaking. And why should we not carry these impulses into maturity and old age? Why is it necessary that we should give these up as but the playful fancies of youth? To attain to this high aim one must cultivate a. sympathetic feeling for humanity, and learn to view conditions in their larger aspect. At the same time, he must not allow adverse circumstances to turn him aside from his chosen ambition. 49 Then, too, members of the Class ' 09, in the matter of morals and religion, we can almost invariably follow the example of our mothers, and feel sure we have done the right thing. This question is one that is certain to come up sooner or later, and all of us will, at one time or another, come to see the question as mother sees it now. Here ' s to the Class of ' 09, which has as large a percentage of fine, noble, and manly fellows as any class Wofford has ever graduated ! May each fellow be what he wants to be, and may he want to be the best that in him lies! 50 DREAMERS The Prophet, all his soul aflame With inspiration from above, His great heart filled with sympathy. Gone out to all the world in love; Looked deep into the ways of life, Saw where the world ' s procession streams, Saw Youth, and with approving smile: Your yoimg men all shall dream vain dreams. We ' re Young, we smile, we play at life. Our blood is warm with youth ' s rich wine. We feel a glow — an impulse — act; We thirst for glory, names that shine! That white-haired prophet — life sublime Spent for our youth, a priceless gift: Tho glow shall fail, tho glory pale, Try yet again, young man, don ' t drift! How oft amid earth ' s pleasures, woes, ' Midst suffering of our human kind, We ' ve made resolves to right the wrongs. Make glad the heart, relieve the mind. But lo! the years have come and gone, We wake and realize the truth. There ' s nothing done, no task performed. Our years have passed in dreams of youth, We ' ve reconstructed in our thoughts, With fine-spun the ' ry, perfect art. With boundless hopes — impossible; With raptured soul, and beating heart, The world, its systems ages old. It ' s laws, its customs, views of life, And made instead a faultless world Of beauty, kindness, love — no strife. If will is free, divinely born. If effort gain an end desired. The dream-hours passed are not in vain. Not all in vain the good aspired. We can ' t forecast the future years. Yet thru the veil a bright hope gleams, That, somehow, here or there, we ' ll catch The far-off interest of dreams. Our dream-world shattered, real world gained, To find our place, or low or high; To fill it gladly, strong in heart To do our small tasks well or die; To have convictions, earnest, deep. Nor shrink fi-om Duty ' s chastening rod. To brook the pain, in faith sublime That paths of duty lead to God. To spend ourselves in service sweet. This be our constant ruling aim Our sympathies, our love, our all. As thus we meet the world and Fate, For those who, faithless, doubt ' twere true Untarnished motive thru the years: We hear God thru our errors call; Content to toil, to strive, to wait! To make some dark life brigh ter grow. Unselfish, working, dreaming still To share our brother ' s load, his cares, With brighter visions in the Soul, His petty sorrows, deepest woes, . We ' ll stretch our hands into the dark With soul made strong thru what it bears; Find God, the One, the perfect Whole! CLASS POET 51 f unior Clasi OFFICERS E. B. Hammond, President Geo. A. Beach, Vice-Presi G. M. Heinitsh, Secretary and Treasurer 52 N the morning of September the nineteenth, 1906, there gathered, for the first time in the middle tier of seats in the chapel, about one hundred healthy, robust young fellows. Freshmen, we were called, and few of us could deny the charge. By the end of the week the register showed that we had i ncreased our num): er to one hundred and ten. As soon as we had found our way to the office, and had finished our matricula- tion, we met to organize. A Chairman was appointed, and we got down to business. After electing a manager and a captain of our class baseball team, we proceeded to elect the minor officers— President, Mce-President, Secretary and Treasurer. That very afternoon the class, almost to a man, reported at the athletic field, and a ball team was picked. The upper classmen laughed at us ; but when the sea- son was over the Seniors found that they had had to play us three games before they could claim the championship. The next year we again came out second in the race for the cup. This year we won out in a walk, being the first Junior Class to win the baseball cup. Baseball has not been our only sport . We have had a basket ball team since we first entered college, which has never lost a game to any other class. On the gridiron we have ranked with the first ; and it was one of our number who won the tennis championship, and the right to represent Wofford in the State Contest. From what has been said, it would seem that all our energies have been centered in athletics ; but not so. We have men in our class who can be found strolling in front of Converse eight days every week. In our Sophomore Year, we were the first and only class to get out an edition of the College Journal, except several Senior Classes who have beautified (?) its pages with their liknesses. We have always sympathized with, and stood by, each other, and we think we can truthfully say that we look upon one another with more brotherly feelmg than do the members of most classes. H. C. RAYSOR. 54 Junior Ctos; Names Postoffice Able, K. L Leesville, S. C. All, CO.. Allendale, S. C. Baker, W. B Latta, S. C. Beach, G. A ' . Rock Hill, S. C. Betts, D. L . . . Pelican, La. Bowman, O. N . . Orangeburg, S. C. BoMAR, C. V Spartanburg, S. C. Cannon, Z. F. Clifton, S. C. Cely, J. L Easly, S. C. Connor, S. B. . . .... ■ . • Holly Hill, S. C. Craig, G. K . .Wadesboro, N. C. Cromley, B. F. . Saluda, S. C. Davidson, W. H Clinton, S. C. Davis, J. K. Spartanburg, S. C. Dawsey, C. B. Spartanburg, S. C. Dibble, F. W Orangeburg, S. C. DuBosE, B. M. . , Lamar, S. C. Duncan, W. C Laurens, S. C. Elkins, ' C. R. Hampton, S. C. Galbraith, .J. G. . . . . . . Spartanburg, S. C. GooLSBY, R. A Denmark, S. C. Griffin, J. D Saluda, S. A. Hammond, E. B Spartanburg, iS. C. Hardin, H. C Chester, S. C. Hart, E. L Spartanburg, S. C. Hawkins, G. C. . . . . . . . . Spartanburg, S. C. Hazel, W. G . Spartanburg, S. C. Heinitsh, G. M Spartanburg, S. C. HoRGER, E. L. Jamison, S. C. Ingram, G. B. . .- Gibson, N. C. Jones, J. S . . Ridge Spring, S. C. Keaton, R. L Keaton, S. C. Keaton, E. L. Iva, S. C. Klugh, W. F. . . , Coronaca, S. C. Mitchell, A. F Movmtville, S. C. MuNNERLYN, J. F. Choppee, S. C. Murata, F . . Japan Murray, L. A. . . . . ' . . . Holly Hill, S. C. 55 McCall, J. S Bennettsville, S. C. McGarity, W. J Richburg, S. C. McLaurin, J. B Bennettsville, S. C. Newton, R. L., Jr Newtonville, S. C. Penney, T. B. ....... Abbeville, S. C. Plyler, S. H. Waxhaw, N. C. Plyler, CD. . . . . . . Waxhaw, N. C. Raysor, H. C. . . . . . ... . St. Matthews, S. C. Roberts, E. B Latta, S. C. Shockley, C. W. . Spartanburg, S. C. Smith, R. E., .Jr Lake City,. S. C. Thornton. J. G Easley. S. C. Turner, 0. C Spartanburg, S. C. Wannamaker, J. E . Orangeburg, S. C. Wilkes M. M Holly Hill, S. C. Wrightson, W. O Spartanburg, S. C. Zemp, M. C Camden Zimmerman, J. M . . . Glenn Springs, S. C. 56 58 T was on September IS, 1907, that we arrived in Spartanburg about one hundred strong. The majority of us were from the country, and were now farther away from home than we had ever been before. A spectator visiting the rooms of many of our class a few nights after- ward would have noticed a crowd of homesick Freshmen, who would have given almost anything for just one short hour with the folks at home. The first morning we went to college, a few members of the faculty gave us a little welcome talk, and Dr. Carlisle added his few words of encouragement which always brighten the darker moments in the life of a Freshman. After about two weeks of college life, the following officers were elected by the class: D upont, Presi- dent; Stucky, Vice-President; Carlisle, Secretary and Treasurer; Meadows, His- torian; Black, Manager baseball team; and Ellerbe, Captain of baseball team. The class as a whole worked hard, and gained the respect of the taculty and the admiration and good will of the upper classmen. The members of the class were not only good in their books and on the stage, but were also good on the athletic field, and made the seniors play hard for the cup. September 18, 1908. we came back to Si artanburg for another very successful year after spending a pleasant vacation at home. Spartanburg was not so strange as when we entered in 1907, and we certainly did not feel so downcast. This time we came back Sophomores, and feeling our importance. WE looked do n upon the Freshmen, as we had been looked upon during the year that had just passed. We immediately began work, and at the first class meeting elected the following officers: Meadows, President; Hardin, Vice-President; Snyder, Secretary and Treasurer; Bull, Historian; and Black and Ellerbe, Captain and Manager of the baseball team, respectively. When we compare ourselves with the other classes in college, we feel that w e are as big as any of them, although the Seniors do not think we have obtained dig- nity enough to carry walking canes. Our number is only about half what it was last year, yet those who are back prove the old adage, The survivors are the fittest. We have played our part in all the college functions of importance. We came very near winning the baseball cup last year, and still nearer winning it this year, and it is our amlMtion to carry it off next year. At present the prospects are that we will graduate about forty men, which will be a great credit to any class of our number since the standard of this institution has been raised. 59 W. S. Meadows, President H. G. Hardin, Vice-President H. M. Snyder, Secretary and Treasurer. Alexander, B. D Moore, S. C. Anderson, H. B Moore, S. C Anderson, L. P. . . - ■ • • • Richburg, S. C. Beard, J. C Honea Path, S. C. Bennett, 0. C Greer, S. C. Black, S. O. . . • ■ • ■ ■ • Spartanburg, S. C. Braddy, L. C, Jr Dillon, S. C Brooks, M. M Belton, S. C. Bull, G. C Cameron, S. C. Carlisle, C. H Spartanburg, S. C. Carter. T. J ■ • nion, S. C. Connor, R. S Bowman, S. C. Cudd, J. E. . . • Spartanburg, S. C. Cunningham, J. W Waxhaw, N. C. Darwin, R. F Gaffney, S. C. Dibble, W. V • • Orangeburg, S. C. Dillard, Y. W., Jr Spartanburg, S. C. Ellerbe, W. S ■ • Bennettsville, S. C. Epps, E. K • Kingstree, S. C. Finch B. C Spartanburg, S. C. Gage, ' l. G. Chester, S.C. Hardin, H. G. . Clover. S. C. Harby, M. M. . . . . . ■ • ■ Orangeburg, S. C. Harmon, W. M. . . . . ' . • • McCormick, S. C. Hayes, J. T. Pages Mill, S. C. HucKS, H. C Socastee, S. C. Humphries, A. L. . - Camden, S. C. Hutto, W. D., Jr Spartanburg, S. C. Judy, W. S St. George, S. C. Kellett, W. W. . . . . ■ .• • Fountain Inn, S. C. Langford, H. B. ....... Prosperity, S. C. Lively, M. S • ■ Sardis, Ga. Maddux, O.L. Spartanburg, S. C. Meadows, W. P McCall, S. C. MoBLEY, J. M Heath Springs, S. C. MuNROE, H. R ■ • Marion, S. C. Munnerlyn, H. J . . Bennettsville, S. C. Nichols, S. O Nichols, S. C. GO OuTz, D. T Johnston, S. C. Pettigrew, G. C. . . . : . . . Iva, S. C. Prince, J. L Anderson, S. C. RxjMPH, G. M. . . . ■ . . . . . St. George, S. C. Rankin, C. W China Grove, S. C. Russell, J. M Holly Hill, S. C. Shell, V. M. - . . . Spartanburg, S. C. Shores, R. C Spartanburg, S. C. Smith, N. R. Cottageville, S. C. Snyder, H. M.. . . . . . . . , Spartanburg, S. C. Thompson, J. R Dillon, S. C. Thompson, P. H. . . . ' . . . Spartanburg, S. C. Turbeville, D. M Turbeville, S. C. Walker, W. A Gaffney, S. C. Wannamaker, 0. P .St. Matthews, S. C. Whitlock, R. H Greenwood, S. C. Wightman, W. R. . . , . . . . Batesburg, S. C. Wiles, M. E . . . Lone Star, S. C. Wrightson, .J. E. . . . . . Spartanburg, S. C. Yari!Orough, p. B . Sulada, S. C. 61 ()2 AST full, eighty-four I ' reshmeii came to Wofford College and, like Mother Earth, at this season of the year, began to cast off verdancy, However, this process perhaps has been slower than Nature ' s. Though we have decreased in verdancy and in number, for we now have only sixty-eight, yet we have increased in knowledge and importance— for we are now almost Soi)homores. We held our first class meeting, a noisy one it was, too, in Dr. Carlisle ' s room. At this meeting we elected the following officers: R. T. Wilson, President; R. Hill, ' ice-President ; Hubbard, Secretary and Treasurer; J. R. Walker, Captain of the Baseball Team. The Sports of the class, as is usually the case, were the first members to attract attention. They came to the front on the night of the Freshman reception. The same fellows soon l)egan to show up on East Main Street, and a few daring ones have ventured further. Such alacrity did we show in running from Sophomores, that talk of a track team began to go around the campus. This reminds us of another unprecedented thing done by ovrr class. Acting under the law of returning good for evil, we de- cided that we will not engage in hazing next year. Anyhow these were our inten- tions at a class meeting. The Freshman ball team under the leadership of Bob Walker played splendid ball, and ended the season with a five hundred percentage. Bob is certain to star ' again on the ' Varsity. When the balls began to sting our hands, and our arms got sore from throwing, there came to some of us the irresistible call of the gridiron. Manager Cassels, an old football star, put us to work, and soon eleven light but plucky men were assigned to their places, and proved to be Cassels of strength. The. heavy Junior team made only one touchdown against us, when everyone was expecting a walkover. Thanksgiving morning (Converse on the grandstand), we joined f n-ces with the Seniors and easily defeated Soph-Juniors by a score of ten to five. Soon after this came those delightful Christmas holidays. How we enjoyed them! We used the college boys ' privilege to the fullest extent. Everyone was astonished at the achievements of which we told, and wondered, if we should con- tinue to do such great things, what will we be when we are Seniors. Since Christmas we have pursued the even tenor of our way, preparing our- selves to 1)6 Sophomores (high ambition). We think that we know enough and a arc always able to take the place of the present Sophomores. In spite of all our progress we have to confess that we are daily adding blunders to the already large number, which lack of space keeps us from trying to enumerate. 64 Jfresitjman Clas si ALL, W. L Allendale, 8. C. ARAlL, C. C. Abbeville, 8. C. BLEDSOE, J. A. Johnston, 8. C. imowN, J. D Lee, 8. C. hurdkttE, H. 8 Lanford 8ta., 8. ( ' . calvkrtT, Tom Spartanburg, 8. C. CARTER, L. A. Xnn Wyck, 8. C. coX, R. L Dothan, N. C CRuM, G. M Orangeburg, 8. ( . DAV18, C. A. . Nooth, 8. C. DAViS, H. G Marion, 8. C. easterlinG, C. T., Jr. Bennettsville, 8. ( ' edenS, L. T edenS, N. W . Clio, 8. C. feldeR, R. L. Elloree, 8. C. FOLK, H. M Bamberg, 8. C. FUDGE, M. 0 Fort Lawn, 8. C. galloavaY, D. W. • . . Hartsville, 8. C. gaulT, H. F. . Glendale, 8. C. glbnN, J. L., Jr ... Chester, 8. C. (;uanT, 1). I). . Suliulu, S. ( ' . (iKAY, R. A. (iray Court, S. ( ' . ClUIFFlN, 1 ' . R. Williarnston, S. ( ' . GUILDS, R. I). ( ' orJesville, S. ( . halL, C. C. . Iva, S. C. HARRI.S, W. H. Pickens, S. hayneS, B. 8. . Pacolet, S. ( ' . hameR, p. M. Marion, S. C. hartY, C. H. . Spartan burff, S. ( ' . hazeL, J. ( ' . Spartanburg, S. ( ' . HIGH, H. 1). Spartanburg, S. hilL, R. S. . Anderson, S. C. hubbarD, E. R. Anderson, S. C. HYDRICK, D. E. . Spartanburg, S. ( ' . JEFFORDS, Otto Darlington, S. C. ■joneS, E. C. Fountain Inn, S. C joneS, p. p. . Spartanburg, S. C. kaY, J. B. Lowndesville, S. C. LAWsoN, R. .M. Spartanl urg, S. C. LIGON, C. R. Anderson, S. C. LYLIOS, W. C. , Mountain Rest, S. C lyleS, (). C. Mountain Rest, S. C maddeN, J. S. Cold Point, S. C mabrY, R. N. . . Pacolet, S. C. MASON, J. jM. . . Wallaceville, S. C. meriwetheR, W. Allendale, S. C. moorE, W. M. . Cowpens, S. C. mosleY, C, R- Laurens, S. C. MO iveR, R. B. Moultrie, Ga. MCKENZlE, J. R. Pages Mill, S. ( NELSoN, J. D., Jl{ Spartanburg, S. ( ' . mickelS, R. R. . Ninety-Six, S. C. ouTzS, W. L. Johnston, S. C sanderS, D. D Spartanburg, S. ( ' . scotT, J. K. Yorkville, S. C. smitH, E. pi. Johnston, S. C. hmitH, L. B. . . Cowpens, S. C sullivanN, .). 1). Williarnston, S. C. TINSEIOY, 1). D. White Stone, S. C. walkeR, J. R. (Jreenville, S. C. wannamakeR, L. ( ' . Cheraw, S. C. WEST, w. (;. Pauline, S. C. ()() WILLCOX, J. L. AViLsoN, R. T. . WHiT, C. H. , woffokD, S.. H. . wroton, w. h. YoN, B. F. . zimmtormaN, C. K. 67 Marion, S. C. Laurens, S. C. North, S. C Woodruff, S. C. Denmark, S. C. Leesville, S. C. (Ilcnn Springs, S. C. wo come from haunts and ])ackwoods I ' arinS we made a sudden sallY; home we left without fear of harM, and wandered down the valleY. full thirty hills we hurried roimD, or slipped between the ridgeS; l)y twenty thorps, a dozen townS and half a hundred bridgeS. at every curve our heads we thrusT out at the open windowS; and got our eyes filled full of dusT, our hair chocked full of cindcrS. we smiled as kindnesses to uS were by the Sophomores ofTercD; for men may come and men may gO but we were safe at WofforD. 3 bli 3 9 and here and there a stuck-up SopII, £ p welcomed us with a paddlE. or made its dance while they would laugH:- Still others stormed with graveL. ? o t 1 we ran for life, nor stopt to panT, o g g- till in our rooms we landeD, g ? c while some put on two pairs of pantS, § g ■ others in bed were strandeD. 68 OFT in my youth I sought the gold That glittered at the rainbow ' s end, Oft to some distant hill I strolled O ' er which the rainbow seemed to bend; But it was farther, farther on, The end, said I, is on yon hill, But when to that place I had gone It seemed as far and distant still. Thus in the course of my brief life I may be able to attain, As a reward for honest strife, Naught of some prize I tried to gain. But since whatever prize I hold Upon my effort must depend, O may I ever seek the gold That glitters at the rainbow ' s end! H. F. GAULT. 70 ®f)c ilflatli W )o Wai Mot IT was at a big summer resort down on the beach, where all kinds of folks go for every kind of purpose; where the old bathe and nap in the sunlight, and the young spoon and flirt in any light — that of the moon preferred. In short, it was such a place as we wend our way to every summer, fresh and exj ectant, and come back from weary and exhausted, rather burnt as to countenance and flat as to pocket, but with the memory of such a good time. (Jn a certain blazing July morning all the i)opulace was assembled on the long wharf for one of the events of each day — the arrival of the boat which twice daily came down from the City; and as she slowly swung in and tied up, there was to be noticed at the rail, flrst, a Merry Widow hat some few scjuare feet in area, and under it the aulxirn head of rather a striking young woman. Such specimens of the eternal feminine not being cjuite so common as the variety of hat she wore, she was also noticed by every one of the opposite sex on the wharf, and the manly breasts of all not before mortaged began to swell with new hope. Having passed down the gang plank and finally got in safety through the push- ing circle of obsecjuious porters to that particular one who bore on his cap the legend Aragon Hotel, she was driven up to the hostelry, which she entered, followed by some of the aforementioned unfortunates. And as soon as the fair unknown had registered and gone up to her room there was a crowding around the desk to find out her name and place of habitation. There it was on the book, open to curious eyes— Marjorie K. Langdon, Va. Unfortunately a large blot of the inevitable hotel pen had somewhat obscured the few letters which denote whether a lady is open to matrimonial bids or not, but they had all the appearance of M-i-s-s. () I know all about her, observed a young man in the speaking garb of the college youth; she ' s the cousin of my roommate at the ' varsity. Because, you see he observed, she ' s from Lexington, Va. — that ' s her name sure, and she ' s the image of the picture he had. Just watch us do the self-introducing stunt after lunch and see if I am not right. Sorry you fellows don ' t want to meet her. Loud was the howl of protest which went up at this last remark and many were the threats of vengeance on the head of Mr. James Rogers if he did not introduce the whole crowd. Peace was shortly restored, however, and the bunch departed to their rooms to do a little extra shining up before lunch. Not many minutes later they were all again assembled in the lobby watching the great staircase with expectant eyes; for it was then just five minutes before lunch. Soon their vigil was rewarded — and what did they see? Not a man of them could have given any of the particulars of her appearance, but the general impres- sion was a pair of lustrous blue eyes shining through a mist of copper-gold hair. 71 Dazed they stood while the vision swept into the dining room; then they followed meekly, as sheep do their leader. It was after lunch as thp lady was promenading the great veranda, that Jimmy Rogers finally gathered his nerve and accosted her. E:xcuse me, but are you Marjorie Langdon of Lexington, -d., cousin of Bol) Langdon, Princeton, ' 07? I certainly am, was the smiling reply. Well, my name ' s Jimmy Rogers of Charleston. As possibly you may know, Bob and I roomed together all four years at Princeton, and I thought Bob ' s cousin and chum might get together on the ground of a common acquaintance. I ' ve seen your picture and heard Bob talk about you ' til I rather think I ' d have recognized you anywhere. So you ' re Jimmy Rogers? Well, I ' m glad to realize in the flesh this mythical person Bob was always talking about and I ' m glad again to find some one I know here at the Point; for positively, besides you, I don ' t know another soul on the beach, and no one will be with me for a week or two. And with a rippling laugh of amusement at the incident she invited Jimmy to occupy one of the empty benches with her. He, poor boy, with his usual sudden way of doing things, was already becoming involved in the toils of Cupid, and every word and gesture of his chum ' s cousin only served to get him further in. Usually he was a fairly talkative youngster, but once let Dan Cupid get hold of him— something which happened cjuite often; and immediately he began to lose all desire for conversaton, when in this loved ones ' presence. The deeper he got, too, the dumber he got; it was a never-failing indi- cation of his heart. When he first sat down with Marjorie he talked fairly well, in a few minutes his conversation consisted merely of monosyllables, and by the time they separated to get ready for the surf, Jimmy was the Uving image of the Sphinx. That evening, after dinner, Miss Langdon, accompanied by Jimmy, the faithful, was again seated on the veranda when two of his now forsaken comrades came strolling by. The monologue by Marjorie having languished somewhat through inability to talk all the time, they were sitting in silence, which she broke with: Mr. Rogers, would you mind telling me who are those two men who just passed? I think I saw them with you this morning. Jimmy came back to things earthly with a start. Why, certainly not; that ' s Dick Blythe from Philadelphia, old Richard Blythe ' s son, and Roger Clay of Denver, a young civil engineer. They ' re both old Princeton men and frat. men of mine and Bob ' s. I ' ll bring ' em over if you hke. Marjorie hesitated a moment. Then— I think I do Uke, she said; your recommendations are good. So, as they passed returning, Jimmy stopped them and did the polite. A few casual remarks passed and then Clay took the unwilling Jimmy away on some 72 pretext, since, before the introduction and in anticipation of coming events, a coin had been tossed to decide who should have the rest of the evening with Marjorie which BIythe had won. Dick BIythe was a specimen of the gpnus homo generally known as a lady- killer, having always been considered somewhat of a catch, partly because of his personal attractiveness but mainly because he was the son of old Richard BIythe, the railroad king. To-night, however, he was the one who succumbed, not Marjorie. And when the time came to go in, he had fallen into the toils almost as badly as Jimmy, ' tho it was manifested in a different way; for the more infatuated Dick became, the harder did he strive to win out: with the result — Mr. Richard BIythe more talk- ative and on great good terms with every one. As had been agreed, Clay was to have his turn the next morning, and, like unto those who had so shortly preceded him, he also fell in. The young engineer was no more proof to Cupid ' s darts than the college man or the millionaire. At the university Roger Clay had been greatly liked by all the boys for his clean manliness and most lovable character, but all their efforts had seldom availed to get him out among the fair sex. Tall he was and good looking, with an ath- letic record as long as the tail of the Princeton tiger — on account of which character- istic all the more did his friends seek to lionize him in society. But society had little attraction for Roger, and so far he had gone unscathed by feminine wiles. Now, however, the hero of many gridiron battles found a new sensation in possession of him, and, with the determination which often in the last minute of play and carried him across that last white line to a touchdown and victory, he set out to achieve victory in a new field. The three were in a neck and neck race for the greatest prize of all, and the three-cornered affair became the gossip of the hotel. Many were the wagers and much the conjecture as to the outcome. To outsiders first one and then another seemed to be in favor; but if you could have secured the private opinion of each, he would have told you he wasn ' t getting on much. Marjorie was always the same to each one, a sweet good friend, but no more. Beyond that the dumb Jimmy, the brilliant Dick, and the persistent Roger could not get. It went on thus for nearly two weeks, until all three were in the depths of despair. Jimmy had become a fit candidate for the deaf and dumb asylum, and Dick and Clay were most mournful over being up against it as neve? before. Finally, Dick decided to try his fate for better or for worse. Behold, then, Marjorie and him seated on the end of the long wharf with all proper accompani- ments — a phosphorescent sea below and moon riding full above. They had been there for perhaps some half an hour, while Dick, for once silent, endeavored to get up his courage, when Marjorie made some half -laughing remark about how well set the scene was for a couple of lovers when the lovers were so sadly lacking. This was the match which kindled the fire; Dick was startled into words — 73 5 Marjorie, he said, you ' ve known for some time that I love you and I want to know, here and now, if I have any chance. Why shouldn ' t we be the couple of lovers? Don ' t you think just a little of me? Tell me, sweetheart, won ' t you tell me that you do? But, Dick, I — I can ' t, you know! Really, I ' m awfully sorry, Dick. But you you see I just can ' t; for I ' m already married! stammered the girl in absolute embarrassment and distress. You see Bob Langdon has two cousins from Lex- ington that look exactly alike, Marjorie Langdon and me, Marjorie Kent. My married name is Marjorie Kent Langdon, and Jimmy Rogers must not have noticed a Mrs. before it on the register. None of you boys — how that term hurt ! — have ever called me Miss Langdon or I ' d have instantly explained. Jimmy Rogers has always said Miss Marjorie, on the strength of his friendship with Bob, I imagined, and you and Roger Clay have never once addressed me as anything! You ' ve generally began, ' Say, let ' s go down to the pier? ' or, ' Say, wouldn ' t you like to go sailing? ' etc., and at the time I didn ' t notice; but now it is all perfectly clear how it happened. Oh, what must you boys think of me? You three have surely helped to pass the time here, and I kind of adopted you eyery one in an elder sister sort of fashion, never once dreaming of this! I ' m too wretched over it. Tom, my husband, is coming in the morning — he has been detained by business before. To express it mildly, Dick was surprised. In truth he had never been more surprised in all his young life ; he could only sit and stare. In a moment, however, he came to himself and lamely remarked: Well, I guess we might as well go back to the hotel, which, as being about the only thing, they in silence proceeded to do. Marjorie was leaving Dick at the veranda when someone cried: Why, Marjorie, I ' ve been looking everywhere for you! and she, with a gasp of O Tom! was gathered unceremoniously into the arms of a tall young man who came rushing out. He kissed her three times, held her off a moment to look down in her face, and then, in a most masterful way, did so again. But, Tom, Marjorie cried when she got her breath, I thought you weren ' t coming until to-morrow! I wasn ' t, little one; but just got off suddenly this morning and thought I ' d surprise you. With which a couple of lovers, only married, strolled down to the long wharf, while Dick, having imparted the news to Jimmy and Clay, ushered them straight to the hotel bar with the remark, Fellows, the drinks are on me. T. C. MONTGOMERY. 74 Witt) apolosiesi to fjafees peare O pass or not to pass; that is the question: — Whether ' tis nobler in Latin, to suffer The failures and flunks of an outraged Professor, Or to make smiles at a great host of jokes, And by smiling pass him; To smile, — to grin, — To laugh, — and by a laugh to say we end The flunking, and the thousand natural zeroes That students are heir to, — ' tis a line of tens We devoutly wish for. To laugh; — to shout; — To yell! perchance to whoop; — Ay, that ' s the best, For in that shout of joy those tens will come (When Professor G has seen our mirth immense) Which make us pass. There ' s the reason That causes us to laugh so long and loud. For who would toil and sweat and work so hard, Burn midnight oil and worry himself sick With labor so diligent; with the study That takes all pleasure from our lives. When he himself might his Diploma get By a bold laugh Who would failures bear, That ruin his health, that cause for him great pain. And take him to the land of back exams, That awful dreaded country fi-om whose bourn Few students ere return — is it not best To laugh at Gamewell ' s harmless jokes Which from our lips so many laughs provoke And let laughter make passes for us all ? Twentieth Century Hamlet. J. M. STEADMAN. 75 V t College Calenbar September 16. September 17. Septetember 18 September 21. September 29. October 5. October 13. October 20. October 28. November 4. November 10. November 26. November 27. December 7, December 13. December IS. December 22. December 23. January 4. January 6. January 8. January 1 1 . January 26. February 1. College opened. Campus occupied by eighty-five of the greenest Freshmen that the Twin Towers have ever looked down upon. Faculty allowed to hold meeting by permission of the student body. Two new members initiated. Freshmen are given reception by Y. M. C. A. Afterwards they are tendered reception by Sophs. A great many members state that the first reception was decidedly the most enjoyable. Freshmen hold their first meeting. No particular demonstration. Gus tells a joke he heard George Washington crack while crossing the Delaware. Several Sophomores find that they have to get larger hats (!) (?) Dr. Snyder, celebrated and far famed orator, delivers eloquent oration on The Unhealthy and Unsanitary Condition of Hops. Juniors win the baseball trophy cup. Seniors distinguish them- selves by not winning a single game. Horses ponies, automobiles, airships! For old and disabled students. For sale by agents of Hinds Noble. Gloomy, threatening weather. Students sent in a petition for a holiday during the Fair, which was not granted. Fresh, go out to practice football. Twenty laid out first afternoon. Holiday for Thanksgiving. Senior-Fresh, defeated Junior-Soph. in football by score of 10 to 5. Converse out in force. Many seats in chapel vacant. Turkey taking effect. Exams, begin. Dr. Wallace offers reward to anyone reading Senior Stackhouse ' s examination table. Wailing and gnashing of teeth. Economic exam, yesterday. Professor Spencer married. Price of rice gone up considerably. Exams, over. Faculty and students take short rest. Gus starts off the New Year with his usual side splitters (?) (?). Professor Spencer and wife are serenaded by student body. Sev- eral old Confederate veterans in to l state that they thought a battle was being fought in the vicinity of the college. C. V. Bomar attends Chapel!!! Dr. Snyder takes his last dope at Hop ' s - Hop gone oui of business. Spencer says his prayers at Chapel! Second term opened. Dr. Calwell, the distinguished French and German professor from Harvard, arrives. 76 February 2. Dr. Calwell hears, loud, assinine braying. Rushes to window. Is surprised to find the sounds issuing from the room above. J ' ebruary 10. Dr. Waller breaks all his previous record. Keeps Chemistry III in classroom for a whole hour. February 17. Choir reorganized. The sweet and melodious baritone of Dawsey and high tenor of Hardin are missed by the students. February 22. The faculty graciously grant a holiday. The Seniors, believing that it would be to their best interest to present the college with some slight gift whereby they might be remembered in the gen- erations that rapidly roll away, raise on high the bonnie blue flag after the most elaborate exercises. February 22. Oratorical contest. Demosthenese turns over in his grave, and flings earthward his famous pebble. February 23. Professor Spencer gets out his latest hobby. Offers to aid Junior Class in getting a bust to ])resent to the college. March 3. Dr. Snyder ' s popularity among the Juniors greatly increased. Cuts classes three times successively. March 15. March exams, half over. Many students reminded of that little verse : Lives of flunkers oft remind us We can ride our ponies well. And departing, leave behind us All our comrades where they fell. March 18. Clink goes down town to have his hair trimmed. Barber mistakes instructions, and cuts it off short (what there is of it). This angers him and he flunks half of Senior Math., forty-three out of sixty- five Freshmen, and the Juniors, although they have not heard from their papers, think that they will not be far behind. March 20. Dr. Eliot, former president of Harvard, delivered an address in the Chapel. March 29. Richard Smart Major ' s new book came from the press— Con- fessions of an Idiot (Autobiography). 77 fitter Corti I THE verdant rose that lifts its head And tender petals to the slty, To-morrow sheds its tender leaves, . For it will die. II O bonny maid with dimple chin And merry laughter in thy eyes, Your beauty like the rose will fade. You too will die. Ill O ruddy youth, 0 bonny maid, O youth in self relying Since nature teaches us to-day We too may soon be dying; IV Be kind he true, while in thy youth, Thy self of sin denying. And holy angels guard thy bed, When thou art dying! 78 s LEEP, pretty maiden, sleep, While o ' er thy quiet tomb I labor with my hands to keep The roses in their bloom! Thou lovedst the roses fair; How often they were blest To live entangled in thy hair, To deck thy snowy breast! No sweeter flower grows. And yet thy face so fair Cheapened the beauty of the rose That blossomed in thy hair. I have a little book Whose pages worn enclose A tender flower that I took From thy warm hand — a rose! Though faded is its hue. As dear ' t will ever be As when thy touch scattered the dew When it was cropped for me. Sleep, pretty maiden, sleep. While o ' er thy quiet tomb I labor with my hands to keep The roses in their bloom. H. P. GAULT. 79 COURTENAY ANDERSON 0 m SN ' T that quivering tint of green upon the waters sul:)tly beauti- 4 4 ' J I ful to-day? he said. nl Ah ! have you seen it, too? the Uttle girl answered in an im- passioned tone. Suddenly she clasped her hands, jumped to her feet, and with an almost childish enthusiasm, said, See that high wave rolling toward the shore, I must meet it. With that she left him, and sprang toward the water, waving with one of her little hands, what Morton Thorne took to be a shy dismissal. He stretched himself upon the shore, digging one of his bare elbows into the warm sand. He watched the girl as she dashed into the water, and thought that he had never seen her look so beautiful before. The perfectly fitting bathing suit which she wore, superbly emphasized the delicate roundness of her form, and he was conscious of a thrill in every fiber of his being. He had never before spoken to her, though he tried time and again to summon courage to do so . He had seen her often as she fiitted about in the gay life of the little seaside resort. He had tried to be introduced to her, but nobody seemed to know her, for she never mingled with those who, like her, were seeking pleasure in the simple round of luotoring and surf-bathing. Although perfect strangers had been mingling with each other without constraint, as they sought the common end of forgetting care and work in a summer outing, this girl, distinctly the most interest- ing of them all, remained entirely isolated from the crowd. Thorne had seen her sitting this morning upon the sands, her hands clasped about her knees, gazing wistfully out upon the water. He had become tired of swimming, and had strolled to where she sat, and thrown himself beside her. She had not seemed to notice him when he came, nor did she look at him when he spoke. When she responded so readily and heartily to what he said to her, he was overjoyed to think that now had come the time for him to know her, and become her friend. But when she foiled him with so little apparent effort, he was dis- pleased, and yet filled with a more uncontrollable desire to talk with her. He listlessly watched her, giving herself at one time with a reckless abandon to the waves, and at another, floating out beyond the breakers. Ere he knew it, she had swum further up the shore, and had come out upon the sands. She sat down again, and luishing back some of the dripping curls, which had fallen down upon her neck, began to gaze out upon the restless waters. Morton, more deter- mined than ever, walked to where she was, and sat beside her. You cannot elude me now, he said. Why may we not talk as friends? 80 Why do so many of you all try to make talk? Why cannot I live my life here unmolested by those who are moved by a mere curiosity to know me? But, girl, why don ' t you enter into the few pleasures this place affords, with the same good-fellowship with Avhich the others do? She looked at him with a sudden hurt expression, and then, with an inexpress- ible sadness in her brown eyes, seemed to gaze long into the distance. At last she said, If you l)ut knew the secret of my sadness and isolation, and but knew the plan of which I am a part, you ' d shun my very presence. But since I do not know, may we not meet and talk as friends? Perhaps, if you wish. With this she moved as if to go. But stay, may I not tell you my name, and have you tell me yours? Just call me iMaurin. You need not tell me yours. You are Morton Thorne, recently fallen heir to the millions left by your father, the President of the Western Railway Syndicate. Don ' t ask me why or how I knew. His confusion caused by this unexpected disclosure of her knowledge of him, was so apparent, that she changed her expression from one of sadness, to a mis- chievous smile, and fled to her dressing-room. Thorne slowly walked down the beach. The thought of her beauty filled him with pleasure, the remembrance of her words mystified him; hnt his soul was stirred to its depths, when he thought of the appealing sadness in her eyes. That night the pleasure-seekers divided themselves into many groups: some sat upon the long verandas, others were around tables in the parlors, whiling away the time as best they could at cards. Morton Thorne was in none of these groups. Alone in his room, he paced, puffing away one cigar after another. Peculiar emotions were struggling within him. The girl who called herself Maurin, had reawakened in him the old love for the romantic, which he thought long since dead. He was glad, in one sense, for his physican had recommended to him the seashore; and some sort of distraction. His experience with Maurin was certainly proving a distraction, but it was going deeper than he desired. On the other hand, he was provoked, for he was supposed to be in the deepest of his grief for the death of the girl he loved and was to have married. Putting a half-smoked cigar into an ash-pan, he suddenly exclaimed: By Jove! Nothing in which I have put my deepest hopes, has ever suceeded. My life has been filled with disappointments. I have always believed myself the dupe of ill luck. As a result I am a mere creature of circumstances, tossed hither and thither by whatever impulse happens to come into my Ufe. Why not enter into this unexpected little romance with my whole soul? Begad, I will! He walked through the long hall into the twilight. He slowly wound around by the devious paths of the garden, until he heard someone strumming upon a guitar. He went in the direction of the sound, and found a little arbor of vines from which the soft notes were issuing. He stepped in. and the music ceased. Who intrudes? came a startled little voice. 81 Maurin, is it you? You remember you did not tell me to call you Miss. You are welcome, she answered. Sit down, I won ' t talk, but maybe I will sing for you. She began to sing one song after another to him, in a soft clear, passionate voice; but he understood none. The words seemed to be foreign. Each little song was bright and cheerful and happy, and lifted Morton into the realm of fancy. He forgot himself, he forgot the girl, and seemed only con- scious of a voice, soft , and sweet, and soulful. She ceased at last and said : I ' ll sing one more, and then you must leave me. It is the song of my soul, and you will feel the sorrow that is in my heart. She began, and immediately drifted into innumerable and intricate minors. The subtle sadness of the song, and the passion in her vice, seemed to cause a gloom and sorrow to grip his heart, and he shuddered. When she had stopped, he stood before her, and in a husky voice, said: Girl, do you think I will leave you when you sing like that. Do you think I ' ll permit you to pour out to me your soul in song, and not make you explain in words? I ' ll stay right here until you tell me all, and permit me to help. Ah! foolish man! Do you know into what you throw yourself? Did you know that a man to whom I tell my story must bind himself, by his word of honor, to enter into the plan of which I am the agent , absolutely regardless of consequences? I cannot ask you to do this. You seem moved by such a sincere impulse of sympa- thy, that I could not have the heart to involve you in anything which you might afterwards regret. Let us be mere friends, and forget the fact that I have a sad, sad story in my life. ]kIorton was looking steadily into her eyes, which seemed to gleam brightly with that same sadness which he had seen before, in spite of the darkness. But, girl, do you think that I could live content, feeling that there was one slight untried possibility of my helping you? But I don ' t want you to help me, she said, with a note of impatience in her voice. But I am determined to help you. ly life has been fraught with grief till now. ly luck has seemed inevitably bad, and I care not what the future holds. No experience can make me more wretched than I am now. Tell me the story, and I shall do whatever you bid. Better he had been struck dumb, than to have spoken those words. He said no more, nor did IMaurin speak. Moment after moment passed by; she had buried her face in her hands, and seemed lost in thought. The silence became painful to Thorne, but she was at last heard to murmur almost inaudibly: Must I sacrifice this the only friend I have had in years? Is it right, is it right? Then she looked at him and said: I am under obligation to demand from the man to whom I tell this story, a sacred promise, to do my bidding. Will you make it? 82 Mort-on already beside himself, with an eagerness to share her sorrow, was fully lost in the spirit of unreality about the whole affair. He was willing to risk his neck to enter into this plan of which she spoke. Agree? he said, I beg that you permit me. Then the girl seemed to settle herself as if to tell a long story and began : Never in the future are you to blame me for this. .You have rushed in where I have tried to prevent you; but ' tis done now, and I am ready to tell you my awful story, and to employ you in relieving me of the sorrow of my life. Ten years ago, my father was a Russian banker. He sent me to England to be educated. After I had been there seven years, unexpectedly I received a letter from him saying that he was in Spain, and that he had closed his bank in St. Petersburg. I wrote him, and for three months received no word from him. Then a letter was sent me by the English consul at Madrid, saying that my father was in prison, on the charge of murder. Later I got a message from my father, saying that I must visit him in the prison at Madrid. I went, and found that he was to be executed in six months. He said that he had been convicted, because he was unable to get the data concerning himself demanded by the court.. I found him in a very secluded cell, where no one ever saw him except the jailer. He told me that he had bribed the keeper of the prison, to let him leave the prison for two months, that he might revisit Russia, where he could secure t.he evidence which would prove him innocent. But the jailer demanded that he secure some one to take his place in the cell until he returned, so that the authorities might not discover the treachery. No one of the authorities had seen my father sufficiently to remember his face, so that the substitution might be made without any danger of its being de- tected. My father had no friends, so his only hope lay in me. It was decided that I should secure the su bstitute, by stratagem, woman ' s wiles, or any other method. I have been in America for two months searching for the man. At last I have found him, and you have promised to help. As soon as ' twill be convenient for you, we shall leave for Spain. I will now bid you good-night. Ere he knew it, she sprang up, kissed him lightly upon the forehead, and was gone. Morton staggered to his feet, and stepped into the garden. His mind was in a whirl. The strange story seemed a dream. He felt himself entrapped, and yet he was not right sure that he cared, The kiss that she had so unexpectedly and suddenly placed upon his forehead, burned there still, with a dangerous fire, and he felt that he was willing to cheerfully enter into any plan for her sake. ' He knew that he must, for he had given his word. He wandered about in the garden for an hour, and then went to his rooms; but it was little that he slept that night. At one time happy thoughts of Maurin filled his mind ; and at another, he was gripped with a terrible uneasiness, as he thought of the part he was to play in this not too unquestionable plan. 83 At any rate, three days after, the girl who called herself Maurin, left Santon Beach, and one week after her Morton Thome disappeared. He arrived in Madrid only one day late, and was met at the wharf by Maurin. Upon her face there was an even deeper sadness than he had ever seen before. She greeted him by saying: Ah! you have remained true, and have come. Would that I had never seen you, and that I had flatly refused to enter into my father ' s plan. But I am bound now, and must carry it through. To some extent against his real feelings, Morton assured her that it was a pleasure for him to serve her. She left him at his hotel that night, after telling him to meet her at the prison gate at a certain hour. As Thorne made his way, according to her directions, to the prison that night, he was filled with a peculiar dread. But, with the recklessness of a man who cared naught for his life, he trudged on. As he neared the gate, he saw a cloaked and hooded figure step in front of him, and beckon for him to follow. As they passed through gate after gate, each seemed to open by some unseen power. At last they passed into a dark hall, and paused before the heavy door of a cell. It slowly opened, and he stepped into a small foully smelling place, where a man crouched miserably in one corner. Nothing was said, but the man arose and passed out with the person who had ushered Monton in. The door closed with a clang, and he found himself in total darkness. He felt about to determine what comforts his place of confinement might afford. He found a miserable heap of straw in one corner, upon which he threw himself. Almost crazed by the weirdness of the day ' s experience, he fell asleep. When he awoke, a dim light pervaded the place. It was evidently day outside. The jailer came with a light, and poking a little note between the bars, said : Read this and hand it back, that I may burn it, as I have been told to do. By the dim light, Thorne read: Mr. Morton Thorne: The man whose place you took in prison to-night, is the seventh member of the Black Hand Society whom I hav e helped escape within the last three years. You were the most easily entrapped of any of the former victims of my treachery. You will be executed within a few minutes. The jailer has been instructed to declare the prisoner insane, so that no one will listen when you tell your story. Good bye, MAURIN. S4 jFeto Senior Jf acts; Best poker player . . . . Dargan Wittiest man ...... MURAOKA Best student .... Latimer Handsomest (?) .... ? ! ? ! Best pool shot Latham Heart smasher .... Hayes Tallest man MULLINS Ugliest man HUGGINS Most profane . . . . . . G. P. Stab Heaviest drinker .... Felkel Fattest man Curry Raven locks .... Montgomery ' ' Feather-legged DOMINICK Greenest Hicks Shallowest thinker . . . . Patton Serious (!) . Coleman Neatest writer Stackhouse The Musician DuBosE Most graceful dancer . . . . Whittaker Biggest sport Andrews Gum teetotaler . . . . Parks Best rider Huggin, D. Nonentity Huff Class Father .... Simmons Little one Shortest man Crum Night hawk Huffman Hell raiser Creech Ananias Y. M. C. A. worker Rushton Mocking bird Woodley E. Pluribus tmum .... Easterling Tobacco worm Major Hot air artist Hardin Most graceful . Cox Deepest thinker .... Brogden Fake ........ Bearden Kissin ' -bug CUDD Screech-owl . DuPre 85 Bible-reader Elrod Most ardent lover . . • Tinsley Dreamy eyes Finch The miner Key Rogers (A.) Missing link Herring Tramp Stephenson Never crams Breeden Paderewski . . Scott The Mastodon . . ' . . . . . • Bouchier Basso France Best society worker McLeod Sounding Brass McCain Tinkling Cymbal Steadman Worries most over exams. Nichols Silence Mahaffey The Gas-bag ■ . . . Folger Mama ' s Darling Murph Parson Hill Honey Boy . Rogers (W.) The Trilobite . . Ramseur Globe Trotter Fuzzy Wuzzy Archeeopteryx Uncle Nt . Tomtit , . Caruso . Earthworm Dead Cinch . White Lightning Carpet Bagger Sir John Falstaff FACULTY STATISTICS Mattie Lyle (3ld Man Clink Dan Gus Gillie Bresler Doc Dunc Peebles Yank Snyde 86 3n Cnglanb ©ber tfte ea It was many and many a year ago, In England over the sea, That a man there traveled, whom we all know And every day we see; He traveled and saw more strange things there Than ever could possibly be. Up the long street of Coventry, In England over the sea, He rode on the little bike (we know so well) With gi ' ace and majesty. With such smiles that the winged seraphs of heaven Ci ' aned their necks to see. And this was the reason that long ago. In England over the sea. He learned all those monstrous yarns He so often tells you and me. We wonder if half these things are true Or if he really has ever been To England over the sea. Ananias ' tales were not near so good. His imagination not half so free. For he, poor boy, never traveled abroad To England over the sea. If half these things are in the least bit true, ' Twould sure be a suprise to me. His yarns are much better by far than the yarns Of many far older than he, Of many far wiser than he. But neither the angels in heaven above Nor the demons down under the sea Will ever cause me to believe such things Can really and truly be. How his face it beams, as he tenderly dreams. Of England over the sea! And in Spencer ' s eyes, a mist doth arise, As he sadly longs there to be Far away from old WofTord, from you and from me. And often we too have prayed that he there had stayed In England over the sea. In England o ' er the sounding sea. J. M. STEADMAN. 87 do your duty, then come to the rendezvous. W Hark! some one is behind us — close. The duke turned, and a man who appeared to be a priest passed them, seemingly greatly frightened. When the intruder was out of earshot, the duke again spoke. That fellow evidently heard more than is good for him. But he is a coward. You could see it in his face. I ' ll tend to him. Well, my lord, the work will be done to-morrow night. The two then separated, the duke following the priest, and his companion turning down a side street, and going in the direction of the Seine. The duke, keeping back in the shadow patiently followed his man until he had disappeared through the gate of a large monastery. Then, chuckling to himself, he turned down the Rue Plumet, and soon catching a cab, he rode home. It being late, he immediately went to his room and went to bed and was soon fast asleep. Awakening refreshed from his slumber the next morning, after a hearty break- fast, he went to his office. He found Jacciues ahead of him. Well, we have a good day ' s work ahead of us. We will have to get busy. Yes, my lord, some hard work. Such an awful tangle. I ' ll never let it get this way again. No, the duke muttered under his breath, I rather guess you won ' t. And I was just thinking the other day, his companion continued, that if either of us should suddenly drop out of civilization, neither the other nor any one else could ever get things straight. The duke looked up quickly with a frown on his face. No, he thought to himself, he suspects nothing. Y ' es, you ' re right there. I would certainly hate to have the job by myself. Well, let ' s start on the Boyagon Mill case. All the morning the two were absorbed in their work. At one they stopped for dinner, which Jacques had ordered an hour before from the Royal Cafe. We have a pile of work, the duke exclaimed as he turned from the tiresome papers to the dinner. You know, he continued, I thought we could get these matters straight by to-night ; but it doesn ' t look much like it at this rate. No; it doesn ' t. Do you think we can finish to-morrow? Be sure. Yes, your lordship, we can count on being through by five to-morrow after- noon. That ' s good. And then I suppose you will be going to see Louise to-morrow evening. Yes, and — Before you start on her virtues, step to the ' phone and call 3847. Ask for Cimourdan and tell him business is so pressing that we won ' t have that hunt to- night, but the next. Tell him to be sure to arrange for to-morrow night. A few minutes later the two were again busy with great masses of papers. All afternoon they worked, and again the next day until late in the afternoon. At a late hour that night, as Jacques was returning from the home of his fiancee, Louise de Taverne, he was grappled from behind by an unknown hand. After a short struggle, Jacques fell, stabbed through the heart. A moment later there was a pistol shot, and the assassin fell dead. A tall form then emerged from the darkness, stooped a minute over the bodies, and then quickly disappeared again into the shadow. In a few minutes the police were on the spot. The duke was with them. The latter was much affected at the death of his friend and clerk. One of the officers seemed struck by his extreme grief. They were rivals for the hand of the same woman, he remarked to a brother officer, and yet the duke loved his friend so much that he stepped aside, and was happy in the thought that his friend was beloved of her, if not he. Ten men out of a hundred would have shot that friend; eighty-nine of the rest would have rejoiced in such a piece of good luck as this. But the duke moans. He is a noble man. An hour later found this mourner in a private room of Notre Dame Monastery. He was talking to a young priest. The man had done me a great wrong, he said, of which I can not speak now; but I realize, now that the heat of passion has passed away, that this wrong does not justify my crime. ' Vengeance is mine, ' saith the Lord, T will repay. ' Oh, my crime is great! greater than his! How can I obtain the pardon of heaven? Tell me, priest, that I may be relieved of the burden of my sin. Your words, my lord, evidence the repentant state of your mind. The deed has been done and you can not undo it. To give yourself up to a barbarous society, which takes no account of the sinner ' s repentance, is of no use. You may only show your repentance toward God. That I will do then. Give me that check book, and I will immediately give the Abbe that five thousand francs of which he stands in need for the new building. This business over, the duke proceeded immediately to the home of Louise de Taverne. He chuckled as he went. Five thousand francs to get rid of Jacques! Good bargain! We will now see how Mademoiselle Louise takes it. Soon he was seated in an elegant saloon, trying to comfort the beautiful mourner. My dear Louise, do not weep so. Look at me. Do I weep? And yet he was my lifelong friend. Oh, Jacques! Jacciues! But Louise be calm, be calm! 89 But Louise was not soon calmed. The days rolled by, and the weeks and months, until two years were gone. Then Louise became a duchess. She had vainly resisted the match. The duke seemed her loving, kind-hearted brother. But the duke was urgent, and her father and mother still more so. Thus it was that Louise became a duchess, and not simply Sister Louise, as she had wished. And the years rolled by. The duke, absorbed in politics, thought little of his home and family. Having married into a family high in the political world, he now entertained high hopes for the future. But poor Louise! A secret heart hunger gnawed at her constantly. Yearning for the love which her husband could not give her, her thoughts daily turned to the one who had been snatched away from her. On the twenty-first birthday of her only son, his mother and he had a private interview in her room. Jacques, she said, I have ever taught you to revere the name you bear- You know that he has been dead many years. But that is not all. .Jacques Pitou did not die a natural death ! He was murdered ! One night on the streets of Paris ! That murder was never evenged. That poor rascal Cimourdan died, it is true; but what was he? Evidently a tool in the hands of some one else. My boy, you are now a man. It is you who must avenge our Jacques. Your mother lays this solemn duty upon you. The young man was astounded. For several minutes he remained silent. He had been taught to cherish the memory of the one for whom he was named, and he had really learned to love the one whom he had never seen, but whom he idealized as the soul of honor and chivalry. Mother, he said, I swear to you that I will kill that man wherever I find him. That night there was a brilliant party at the home of the Duke de Clairbont. Jacques went, but was little in accord with the spirit of the company. Ordinarily, he would have been much interested in the strange adventures of which some of the officers were telling; but to-night he sat silent and inattentive. That certainly was a-strange experience, an abbe remarked; but the priest has some even stranger. Do you know ladies, my very first penitent was a man, who had hired an assassin to murder in cold blood his lifelong friend, and who afterwards married that friend ' s sweetheart. A shudder passed through the little company. Jacciues was aroused from his listlessness. Just at this point his father opened the door and came in. Why, good morning, ladies! And here you are. Abbe. Do you know, ladies, T was the Abbe ' s first penitent? MARION DARGAN, JR. ' 09. 90 ONG may ye stand, ye lingering pines, Upon our campus here! Ye fill our hearts with thoughts of home; Our eyes let fall a tear ' Neath Wofford ' s pines. A remnant of a denser wood. Ye boughs do shelter still Where nature unmolested throve And made a verdant hill ' Neath Wofl ' ord ' s pines Though lone ye ' bide, and dim thy shade, The birds yet build their nests — And restful joy thy presence breathes. When ev ' ning ' s shadow rests — ' Neath Wofford ' s pines. Long may ye stand, to bless and cheer, To prompt a thought of home, Or nobler aspiration give Those who hereafter come, O Wofford ' s pines! D. L. B., ' 10. 91 Established 1899. Spartanburg, S. C, February, 1909. Whole No. 176 STAFF. C. A. EASTERLING, Editor-in-Chief Preston Society Literary Editor W. Clyde Curry Exchange Editor ' ' n u? Assistant Business Manager H. C. Hardin Calhoun Society n is a Local Editor a Assistant Literary Editor E. B. Hammond Y. M. C. A. Editor •• •• F- Mason Crum Carlisle Society Alumni Editor Fred E Bearden Assistant Exchange Editor H. C. Raysor R. BURTON HICKS, Business Manager Entered at postoffice at Spartanburg, S. C, as second class matter. EDITORIAL DEPARTMENT Crawford A. Easterling, Editor-in-Chief We have been talking, now, for several TheReal Educational Need ■ conservation of OUr nat- ofthe on resourccs and especially that phase relating to the preservation of our forests. Also our American statesmen and social leaders have been bending their efforts toward the centralization of natural energy toward a point of greatest efficiency. These are interests which we believe to be predominant in the shaping of our future nation. They will be predominant through the development and addition of an- other feature. That feature brings up this question. Why not conserve also the human resources ? Why not give every- body an equal opportunity to discover and develop his highest efficiency. Through the consecration of human resources and the advancement of special talent the utilitive powers of our natural resources are increased many fold and their preserva- 92 THE JOURNAL STAFF 93 To Some Wild Violets (Seen blooming around a neglected tomb.) Enclosed within this vine-clad fence That borders round this silent yard, Stand stones deep-cut with eloquence In praise of them whose tombs they guard: But, turning from this wonted show, I pause beside an humble tomb ' Round which no stately flowers blow, Where only meek, wild violets bloom. For years this unknown one hath slept Beneath this rough, imehiseled stone; No fi-iend with care his tomb hath kept, ' Twas left to Nature ' s care alone; And she, meek flowers, bade you rear Your heads above his humble tomb That you might grow and blossom here. To lesson the prevailing gloom. Fair flowers, — but fair because you rear Your heads from this neglected spot — So slightly reared that you appear Happy to own j our humble lot, Would that more lives were spent like thine; Service, though small, is never lost If one will only let it shine In places where ' tis needed most. Wofford College Jounial. The Gate As the full summer moon rose, long shadows of the distant mountains had crawled across the wide plain, and had left the marble of ' illa de Yici showing white in the moonlight. Still the shadows of trees and vines were upon the wide porch. But a few beams, straggling through the leaves, fell upon mother and daughter sitting on the steps. Silence was broken only by a quiver of the leaves as though a spirit had passed through them. She was not beautiful, this daughter, but her white face, with dark curls hanging around, had a strange attractiveness about it. Her dark, brown eyes were made deeper by the shadows and the passion of her reverie. Mother! Lenoretta! Did Beethoven love her still, even after she had married Kranz? Yes, he was a man of deep passions, and her desertion of him only made him love her the more. Haven ' t you felt the disappointment in some of his music? 94 Often, and have wondered why it effects me so strangely to play it. His sorrows seem very real to me, mother; my soul seems to suffer with his. You still have his greatest expression of sorrow to read yet, Lenoretta. Did I never tell you? No, it was impossible until you were eighteen. When my grandmother (Lenoretta was her name, too), married Kranz, she left Beethoven heartbroken. He could not but give the world some of his sorrow, but he gave the great depths of it only to my grandmother. I know -not when they were com- posed, but, after his death, a little casket was found containing only five pieces of music; and on the outtside was marked: ' Lenoretta — faithless. ' Oh! mother, did you ever see that music? Where is it now? eagerly laying her trembling hand on that of her mother. Yes, child; I have played it myself once — when I was eighteen. But it is too sad to be heard more than once. Say, where is it now? She left it to my mother, and she to me. No one else has heard it, con- tinued the mother, not heeding the eager question. And have you it now? Yes, awakening from her reverie. May I see it now, and play it, since I ' m eighteen, t o? If you love Beethoven you will suffer, my child! There you catch a vision of a great, suffering soul laid bare, answered the mother sadly, looking into the pleading brown eyes. If only we had his last piece, it wo 1 In ' t be so bad perhaps— but it is lost — forever! What piece, mother? ' The Gate. ' The night before he died, it ' s said, he wrote that piece, and put it under his pillow. Just before his last breath came, he smiled and whispered, ' Her soul shall follow me through the gate. ' The music is gone— nobody knows where — the servant must have burned it. But what could his last words mean? I don ' t know. He was a strange, great soul. But may I see the other pieces now. Mother? Are you willing to suffer with him? Yes. Then come into the music-room. A soft, red light shone from the chandelier; just bright enough to lift the shad- ows from many paintings on the walls of the large music-room. All the great com- posers were there, looking from the canvas with interest— curiosity, perhaps— upon mother and daughter opening the wonderful casket of music. The life-size portrait of Beethoven, hanging near the door opposite a grand piano, seemed to take on an expression of gladness, as the soft, red light revealed the package of time-yellowed manuscript now lying by the casket on the center-table. - 95 Did he make these notes himself, mother? asked Lenoretta, in an awed whisper, reverently taking up piece after piece of the manuscripts. The marks of his own hand! Now play to your heart ' s content, answered the mother from the doorway. But won ' t you stay and hear me play them? No, my little girl, once is enough for me, and she had gone into the darkness. Lenoretta stood long in reverent contemplation of these secret works of her much-lovei master. Her thin, pale face was flushed, and the dark eyes sparkled almost wildly in wonder and awe. Taking up the first piece, she crossed over to the piano, and struck the opening chords. Then mother, the room with its paint- ings and soft, red light were all forgotten. She was living with Beethoven m sprino-time and youth. She heard with him the babblings of the brooks, the songs of birds; saw with him the beauties of the sunset and the wonders of the morning; felt with him the spirit of youth— the joy of living. Then his life was not all sorrow, she smiled, taking up one piece after an- other. . r 1 1 • { She felt again with him the awakening of a mighty passion— felt the quivers ot delight-the little, sweet pains-the low call of love. A tender light came into her eyes as she heard now, after a hundred years, the call of a great, strong soul un- satisfied through the years. , , i i Oh, that he might have loved me so! She must have been heartless and cruel ' she murmured passionately. Then one by one, the little notes of disappointment began to creep m. ihe music rose loud and harsh in his first passion of anger-disappointment-almost frenzied in its final despair. Her face grew pale as death, as she, too, felt his aiiger and despair. Almost wildly now her fingers ran over the keys, seemingly impelled by an irresistible force. She could not stop now if she would! Her face became drawn, and the tragedy of the music shone in her eyes. Then came the end! With a storm of frenzied chords, she dropped her hands into her lap, exhausted by the stress of emotion. And they said he smiled! How could he? she whispered. Suddenly she jumped up, rushed over to the casket, and began wildly turnmg over the pieces of music. . -o , No! Surely he didn ' t die this way! There must be another piece. But only the five pieces were there. ( )h t If only the other piece hadn ' t been lost ! continumg to search. Sud- denly while her trembling fingers pressed the top of the casket, a secret spring cast open a secret lid, and-out dropped a piece of yellow paper, folded and sealed Eagerly she seized it, and openmg it found The Gate. She had almost fainted with joy and surprise, bu t controlling herself, she repeated the last words of Beethoven: Her soul shall follow me through the gate, and sought the piano again Here was his last message! 96 There, not a trace of sorrow could she find. Instead, she heard the last heart-beats of the idealist, happy and hopeful, saw his pure, loving, sensitive soul laid bare as though to meet its God; heard once again the call of love — strong, irresistible, sublime — in its immortality. Oh, how I could have loved him! she said, as she finished, and leaned over on the key-board. How I do love him. Then come, my Lenoretta! said a gentle voice behind her. Turning ciuickly, she saw Beethoven himself, standing by the door, in all the grandeur of young manhood, with a happy smile on his face. A passionate — pure — lovelight shone in his eyes, which seemed to draw her to him. He held out his arms to her and repeated, Then come, my real Lenoretta, my ideal. She did not feel surprised: only a great, inexpressible joy filled her soul, and an intense desire to go. But, are you there? she asked, hesitating in awe. Yes, glad that you have come at last, he answered, still smiling, and she noticed that not a trace of sorrow was left on his face. She crossed the room and placed her hand in his. It was warm — living — and drew her into his strong arms. She heard him whisper, I love you! Why have you waited so long? How long have you waited? she asked, wonderingly. A hundred years! But I don ' t understand, tremblingly. Her soul shall follow me through ' The Gate, ' he said, smiling into her up- turned face. Don ' t you know? And I have followed? she asked, an ecstacy of delight and wonder coming into her face. Yes, he answered. The soft, red light grew softer, larger — until only a rosy cloud filled the room and the whole world, whence came the distant strains of exc uisite music. Listen! he exclaimed, Come see the home I ' ve made for you. As the summer sun rose, the shadows of the distant mountains had crawled across the wide plain, and had left the marble of Villa de id bright in the sun- light. A few beams falling through the music-room window rested tenderly upon the form of Lenoretta bowed upon the piano. The Gate was open before her still ; but the hand that lay in her lap was cold. Wofford College Journdl. Class of ' 09 in Battle Against the Latins Financially we were the richest army that ever faced a foe, having two Nichols and a Fenny, and in the commissary department we had two Crums, one Dominick,. one Robbin, and a Herring. In the first skirmish we lost one Nichol and our only Penny and nearly half of the food supply, for our Robbin flew the coop. Of course this was discouraging, but we 97 gallantly drew our three Cannons on the summit of Tom Hill and commenced firing. Our . lajor commanded the forces well from a nearby fence, until he slipped off. tearing his pants on a Pickett and had no one to Padgett. Great Scott, we had a time. One Cannon popped a cap and the other bursted, but the remaining one was of a recent Patton and proved equal to the occasion. We saw trouble was Breeden. Down across the Glenn, up in a Simmons tree was Augustus the Great, commander of the Latins. Presently he came down and began to Curry his ponies, preparing to make a charge. Although we had a good Walker, still we were not prepared to meet any Cavalry. The Slaughter on our side was so great that we attempted to Steel away in silence of the night. We began to look for our boys of Gray and found Rivers Huggm the top of a telegraph pole. Our Major Spake to him to come down, but he began to get Huff-y and it took several Knox to bring him. On our retreat we passed through several Parks and found our Fairey. Our advice to those in battle against the Latins is: dcn ' t Dibble around but keep at it until you Lander. When not in battle in order to make life ' s walk easy, buy your ' drinks from Hopkins, use genuine Rogers knives and forks, buy your books direct from Franc e, with genuine Murioka binding. W afford College Journal. Oh! What Is Life? Oh! what is life — this surging blood, That now flows in my veins Oh! what is death— that still, numb state. That makes all care in vain. I feel a motion in my breast, A calm, a silent motion; A flash of light sweeps to my eyes, As broad as all the ocean. The depths of love are all my own, A flood of light my portion; A God of love, all things divine, I see in silent motion. I dream, I dream, I dream alone. All in a flood of light; Yet when I rise to clasp my dream, It spreads its wings in flight. I am a creature of a dream; That far ofi ' height I see; Moves upward, upward, as I move: Will it e ' er wait for me? Wofford College Journal. 98 Wi ' oot a Wifey T ' S vera weel throughout the day, When ta ' en up wi ' work or play, To think a man can hve alway, Wi ' oot a wifey. But it ' s anither thing at night. To sit alone by can ' le bright, Or gang to rest when sharp winds bite, Wi ' oot a wifey. It ' s vera weel when cleas are new. To think they ' ll always last just soo, And look as weel as they do noo, Wi ' oot a wifey. But when the holes begin to show. The stitches rip, the buttons go. What in the wharl ' s a man to do Wi ' oot a wifey! It ' s vera weel when skies are clear, When frien ' s are true and lassies dear, To think ye ' ll gang thro ' life, na fear, Wi ' oot a wifey. But clouds will come the skies athwart. Lassies will marry, fi-ien ' s maun part; What then can cheer your sadden ' d heart? A dear wee wifey. It ' s vera weel when young and hale, — But when you ' re auld and crazed and frail, And your blithe spirit ' s ' gin to fail. You ' ll want a wifey. But may-hap then the lassies dear Will treat your offers with a sneer; Because ye ' re cranky, grey, and sear, Ye ' ll get nae wifey. It ' s vera weel through-oot the day, When ta ' en up wi ' wark or play. To think a man can live alway, Wi ' oot a wifey. Oh, haste ye, haste, ye silly loon; Rise up and seek aboot the toon, And get heaven ' s greatest earthly boon, A wee bit wifey. Wofford College Journal. 99 A Broken Promise Dr. Thomas was lounging in a large Morris chair before the fire in his study, smoking. Of course there was no light in the room, except that dim fanciful one made by the flickering flames in the grate; for he wanted to be alone with his thoughts. Light is company. With the help of his imagination he could make out the form of a picture on the mantle. It was that of a young girl, scarcely eighteen, dressed in her gradu- ating gown, with a large bunch of American Beauties he had sent her in her arms. Her face peeped out from behind the roses as though she was their fairy queen. To him that picture represented not only the loveliest face and form he had ever seen, but all his best hopes and dreams. As he sat there looking at the picture his thoughts wandered back to their childhood. They had been born in the same town, in houses that only an alley separated. Mabel just two years after himself. They had played together, gone to school together, and in fact had lived as brother and sister until he had gone off to school. Then it was he had realized that he loved her, not as a sister, but as a man loves only one woman. Two years later she, too, had gone to college. She graduated the same year he got his M. D., just a few weeks later. He had gone to see her graduate, and that night, the night before the picture had been taken, she had made him the happiest of men by promising to become his wife. A bell sounded for the third time in the next room. Brown looked up from his reverie with an impatient gesture and muttured, Damm that telephone! Nevertheless he got up and answered it. It was an excited servant wanting him to come quickly to 1025 Cherry street, saying his master was dying. Brown recognized the voice as belonging to a man who had once worked for him. He answered he would come at once, rang off, and telephoned for a cab, He came back into the study for his medicine case and put on his great coat ; for it was cold and raining outside. He paused for a moment and gazed wistfully at the picture on the mantle, then picking up his case left the room with a sigh. Giving the cabman the number, he snuggled up in his greatcoat and resumed his reflections. The day after Mabel ' s graduation, both families, hers and his, had gone to the seashore to spend the summer. He began to run over the incidents of the first day at the beach— the swim in the surf, the boat-ride, the dinner, the ball, at which IM danced with the stranger, and all the minor incidents— when the cab stopped. He was at 1025 Cherry street. As he had no idea how long he would be in the house he dismissed the cab, and started up the walk. He did not recognize the house until he had got almost to the steps ; then he remembered having seen and wondered who lived in it before. It was a large stone house, set far back in a garden of gnarled trees. He had never seen any one except the baker and butcherboys enter it. 100 Before he could ring the bell the servant who had telephoned, opened the door and almost jerked him inside. He seemed frightened and led the way timidly on tiptoe to a room on the second floor in the rear wing. The room was brightly lighted, as was all of the house, though the doctor had never seen a light in it before. The servant had evidently gotten lonesome. On a bed in one corner of the room lay a pale, shriveled-up man. He tried to raise up on his elbow as the doctor approached but the effort was too much for him. Brown laid his hand on the sick man ' s forehead, felt his pulse, and going to the table, started to open his medicine chest, but the sick man called feebly to him to stop. Say, none of that; it isn ' t any use. I know I am going. Come here! Brown went to the bed and, obeying the man ' s motion, sat on its side. You ' re a gentleman? An honest man? Without waiting for the doctor to answer this strange question, he went on. John, tells me you are; anyway, I will have to tell you who and what I am. My name is Rawdon. I ' m a millionaire. Brown started at the name and his fists clenched, but the sick man did not notice it. Almost ten years ago I saw a pretty face and married it— ran away and mar- ried it. As a man usually does when he marries a face I grew tired of it. We had been married only a few months when we went to New York for a day or two. There I left it in a hotel and have never seen it since, though I have spent thousands trying to find her, and have heard from her only once. That was about six months after I had left her and long before I began to want to see her again ; and that letter told me I had a son. Even that, added to the appeals of the mother, did not soften my heart ; for I was having a good time then. I traveled all over the globe seeking pleasure, but soon disease laid hold on my body and kept me going from one health resort to anot her. I began to pity myself and was soon filled with remorse for what I had done. That pretty face, filled with pain and sorrow, with the face of a little boy by its side, began to haunt me, and I tried to find them, but have not succeeded. Death is about to overtake me. My fortune has been well invested, and in spite of my extravagant living I still have about a million dollars. I want my wife and son, if they are still living, to have this money. My will has already been made out and it states fully how the money is to be divided. If they are both dead, here he shuddered, it states what shall be done with the money. Mr Thomas is my executor, but I want some one, who will do it through sympathy, to hunt for my boy. Will you do it? Oh! you must find him! The dying man stopped, utterly exhausted. All the time the man had been speaking the doctor ' s lips had been twitching, and his fists tightly clenched, but Rawdon had been too intent on what he was saying, and now was too exhausted to notice the doctor ' s nervousness. 101 Brown seemed to be fighting with himself for a few moments, then muttering, For her sake, took Rawdon ' s hand and answered, Yes, I ' ll find him. Rawdon thanked him and begged for paper and pen. They gave them to him and he wrote a note to his executor telling him to give Doctor Brown whatever amount of money he should ask for to use in hunting for his son. He signed this, then lay quiet for several minutes. Directly, raising himself by a mighty effort, he caught the doctor ' s head and pulling it close to his own, whispered, If you find her alive tell her I was sorry, and fell back. In a few minutes he was gone. The doctor walked over to the fireplace and stood for a long time gazing at the glowing coals. What was he thinking of? Of the story he had just heard? Or did he see a face peeping out at him from a bunch of American Beauties? Who can tell. The servant touched him on the shoulder and asked if he wanted him to call a cab. The doctor looked up and rubbed his hand across his forehead several times before he answered, and then his answer was a surprise to the servant. No : get my coat. I will walk. In a few minutes he stepped out into the night. It was fearfully cold; the rain was still falling but was freezing as it fell. Something was wrong with the lights and the streets were darker than usual. For about five minutes the doctor did not seem to notice the slippery street or the cold; then suddenly he seemed to rouse. Muttering something about being such a danm fool, he pulled his coat collar about his ears and began to hurry homeward. As he was passing through the business portion of the town he felt something tugging at his sleeve, and looking around, saw a boy running by his side. Is you a doctor? the boy asked. Sure, son; what can I do for you? The doctor was his old jovial self in a moment. Please, sir; come with me ; mamma is so sick. Oh! please hurry, sir. Lead the way then, answered the doctor as he took hold of the boy ' s hand. The boy led him swiftly through side streets and alleys until the doctor was completely lost. He only knew, from the general shape, and the dilapidated appearance of the buildings, that he was in a tenement section of the to vn. He began to wonder whether he had done right in following the boy; for he might be led into a gang of robbers. Instinctively he felt for his watch. But he was not the kind to turn back ; and then, too. he did not know the way. He stopped under the next light and looked at his watch. It was half-past two o ' clock. When the doctor stopped, the boy thought he was fixing to turn back, and be- gan to beg to go on, saying it -was not much further. In a few minutes the boy turned in at a dilapidated flat and led the way up flight after flight of rickety stairs. At the tenth floor, as well as Brown could count, they went off down the hall and turned into a dimly lighted cold room. 102 At first Brown could see nothing but a candle flickering on an old bureau at one side of the room; then, attracted by groans, he saw a figure huddled up on a bundle of rags in the far corner. Taking the candle he stepped over to where the figure lay. It was a woman, haggard and worn and talking deliriously. Brown caught up her hand, and gazing at the pinched, pain-distracted features, as one in a trance listened to her mum- bling. The woman eyed him vacantly. So you ' ve come back at last, Tom Rawdon ; hut it ' s too late now. Yes, laugh at me, I ' m dying, starving to death ; and there ' s your boy over there starving, too. She had half risen to point at the boy; and as she finished, fell back sobbing. Brown jerked open his case and poured some liquid between the fever-parched lips. It seemed to do some good; for the sobbing ceased and the anguished distor- tion of the face gave way to a peaceful smile. The eyes which had been closed opened and wandered around the room. They rested, lovingly, sorrowfully on the boy for a minute, then wandered to the doctor ' s face. There was a sudden transformation, the face lit up with joy. She raised her arms to the doctor and tried to speak, but with that effort her life passed away. The doctor caught her in his arms and knelt gazing into her face ; but in its place he saw a pretty face, young and framed with American Beauties, and could hear those lips murmuring a promise that had been broken. Philosophy If bricks in skyscrapers were words, wouldn ' t they be high? If women ' s minds were like their hats, wouldn ' t they be broad? If railroad trains were run with lies, well, wouldn ' t they fly? And praise is mostly where money flows, and don ' t we laud? If deeds were easy done as easy thought, wouldn ' t we accomplish? If money were made of campaign bluff ' s, wouldn ' t we coin? If riches came as Democratic votes expected, wouldn ' t we accumulate ? And so men are building the great canal, and don ' t they purloin? If men were bought on the world ' s estimate and sold at theirs, would we be brokers? If all our life were college life — and it ' s a cinch, wouldn ' t we like to live? If we could all know the coca cola formula, gee! wouldn ' t we be dopers? And protests given shorter History lessons — about six lines, — and don ' t we give? If musical instruments in some places were dynamited, wouldn ' t it help a lot? If some office customs were done as some boys ' trousers, would we be astounded? If some things could only be done as shoe laces, wouldn ' t many people untie a knot? And the cheap John still cries, Good people, what a bargain, and isn ' t he surrounded? If an honest man were a 10-cent side-show, wouldn ' t he make a hit? It all the crazy people did as the crazy dogs, wouldn ' t a lot of us get bit? If all the poets in the world were like this, hadn ' t they better quit? And many things are disgusting and worst of all, isn ' t attempted fun without any wit? Peter Sniblets, in Wofford College Journal. 103 From Slopeway, Canoe-ward, Westward And so, vou say, your interest in me is, and cannot be anything more, than that aroused hx friendship for a man whom you willingly admit that you think rather clever? Did it ever occur to you, iMiss Carrell, that, perhaps, the clever way in which you treat a rather clever man, as you say, might lead him to suppose that he had a right to think that it was prompted l)y something a little more than friendship? Why, no, Iv. ' aughan ; it had never occured to me in just that way and in just those words. In fact, I have always considered you too clever a kind of man to ever suppose that a warm sense of regard and admiration could m anyway re- semble that strange something called — oh, well, I don ' t see enough real comparison between the two to even permit my mentioning the name. You have always impressed me as being possessed of too much self-satisfied complacency to ever be led astray by the wild fancy that you wanted to care for a woman in any other manner than that of friendship. Then, I am to understand that the one real dream of my life, as you see it, is nothing more than a mere fancy which could have as easily been answered by the stars? You wish me to have as my final answer the bare, plain fact that you consider me a clever man who is not clever enough to be worthy of a small attempt on your part to search among the scattered coals of your affection and see if you have ever at any time given him one small spark which might in the course of time be coaxed and fanned and tempted into a little burning flame. Mr. Vaughan, there is on the altar of my friendship a sparkling flame of true friendship and admiration for you; at the shrine of my affection the fire has never been kindled, for you ; nay, for no one. Good-night. He caught her hand, bade her good-night, turned and walked briskly down the moonlit path to the little street beyond. The odor of roses blended with that of the honeysuckles gave a sweet perfume to the air; the moon lazily threw its beams upon his pathway and far off in the background a little mocking-bird carolled her sweet notes as if intent upon adding to the splendor of this ideal sum- mer night. To James ' aughan all this was unperceived; his eyes were bent upon a vision imaginary ; his ears were l)olted doors to the sweet strains of nature ' s music; his feet were their oven guides. ] Iay Carrell stood for a moment on the moonlit porch watching James A ' aughan ' s tall, manly figure as it disappeared do vn the little street, then the thought of how extremely nice she had played her part struck her and she whirled and ran upstairs to confide her success to her partner in the scheme — Edith Exum. She and Edith had come to this little country summer resort with its woods and lakes and rustic quietude with the purpose in view of making it the scene of their joint comedy, in which they were to tease and worry and seemingly disappoint, and then forgive and hesitate and finally yield. They meant to show these clever 104 friends of theirs, James ' aughan and Ralph Miller, that they were indeed worth the winning; that the difficulty of attainment increases the value of the object. And so the play was on, the first act was over, and Edith and May sat in their room eagerly discussing its success. Oh! what if they were to take us at our words and accepting their fate run away and leave us? exclaimed Edith, with a flash of realization of what the other side would be should the game turn in the wrong direction. Why, Eidth, don ' t you suppose we have enough sense to be masters of a situation which we have created and which we know every feature of? Besides, don ' t you know, can ' t you see, that we have James and Ralph right in the palms of our hands, and all we have got to do is to close our fingers on them and they are ours? replied May, seemingly disgusted that Edith should show sign of a faint heart right at the beginning of what gave promise of being a most interesting game of fun and chance. Don ' t talk that way, May. I ' m game and I ' ll stick just as long as there ' s any fun in the thing, broke in Edith, speaking as though May were judging her unjustly. May began humming the little song: Maybe he loves me, and maybe he don ' t, Maybe I love him, and maybe I don ' t; Maybe I ' ll lose, and maybe I won ' t, Maybe he ' ll win, and maybe he won ' t — Who knows? Maybe? When James Vaughan reached his apartments, he found Ralph liller sitting lazily in a big arm chair with his feet propped up in the middle of the table, mak- ing smoke-rings and watching them disappear toward the ceiling. Well, James, what do you know? he asked, without looking around, as James came into the room. Nothing more than that we are up against the worst piece of pure, unadulter- ated, uncalled-for, genuine hard luck that ever befalls a man when he has picked himself as a winner against the field in a race that taxes all a man ' s ability to his wits ' end to win. And, furthermore, I have exhausted all my resources in trying to win one way, and my attempt has availed me naught, and now I have determined to win, and that ' s not all. I am going to make it a victory complete. I have got fighting blood, yes, and when that doesn ' t answer the purpose, I am capable of strategy. If you are the right sort and if you ' re got the spunk, say so! and let the next few weeks show what we can do. He finished and stood waiting to see what effect his outburst was having on Ralph. Bully for you, James, old man. Sink or swim, I say! Let ' s try the canoe. This conclusion reached, they began a series of discussions and debates which finally led to the plan on which they were to depend for the success of their future 105 campaigns. There are a thousand and one ways for a woman to keep a man floundering around in the sloughs of uncertainty, and even so there must be at least about a thousand walls which he can scale in coming out ; for the would-be tragedies in such affairs generally lead to that happy medium of stable equilibrium which results in a dance and then a surender in which the man is the victor. At Slopeway in summer there is a beautiful little fresh-water lake bounded by a scattered margin of low green cypress trees ; on one side there is a sloping shore of white sand mixed with gravel ; on the other, skirted with a mass of pond lilies bouyed up by a raft of round green leaves under which the water seems to hide away and then creep off into the tangled shrubbery beyond. On the southwestern side of the lake the water flows out into a narrow, deep channel which leads it through the dense wood of baml)oo, cypress, poplar, l)lack-jack to Chipley river, some two and a half miles away. The afternoon following the night May Carrell had given James Vaughan his final answer, she, I dith, and Ralph Miller sat on the sandy shore of the lake, idly talking about nothing and watching James Vaughan gather pond lilies on the opposite side of the lake. May Carrell viewed him with intense pride as he ran his bare arm, with sleeve rolled up to his shoulder, deep down into the water in order that he might break the stems off long. -This was the last one ; taking up his oars he began pulling for the shore. Then he raised his hand to wave at her, his oar slipped from the hook and was caught by the current leading to the channel. Whirling his canoe he pulled alongside the oar and leaning over the edge he made a grab for it. He had leaned too far; the boat dipped and then went over. May jumped to her feet with a scream, fol- lowed by a cry from Edith and a suppressed oath from Ralph. Once they saw him rise and heard his scream for help. Then they saw the canoe drift away down the channel, and darkness began to fall too fast to see more. Every canoe was gone, and Ralph was helpless. There was not another man to be seen. May stood for a moment trembling with terror, and then falling to her knees, she buried her face in Edith ' s lap and shook with sobs. Ralph rushed off to secure help. All night men dragged and dived and searched for his body without avail. Believing in the old tradition, they took a bundle of fodder, tied a rope to it, threw it out into the stream and waited for it to sink near his body. The bundle sank, and diligent search around the spot brought no success. Dawn came, and the men, exhausted by the night ' s work, gave up the search and went to their homes. May Carrell, dazed by the shock and broken hearted with grief, lay all night sobbing to herseff, ' Oh! if I hadn ' t been so foolish, perhaps he would have been living now. Her friends tried to comfort her, but she felt that she had wronged a man from whom providence had forbidden her the power to ask forgiveness. She felt that the sentence for her folly was cruel but just . She knew that her future was the prison in which she must serve her sentence but she dared not think of it. As the effects of the shock wore away she began to be her natural self again. Not the 106 natural self which had hitherto been a bright happy young woman, but her bearing was of a nature newly born. In the days that followed during her stay at Slopeway, she began to reason in another way and to see things in a new light. She knew that James Vaughan was a man with little real emotion in his life, but what there was, she also knew, counted for much with him. Few things appealed to him in an emotional way, but when his emotional self was touched it bespoke itself to be strong and lasting. He had had many things to fight for and when he won, his victories were like bars of gold. Outwardly he looked to the world as a man Uttle bothered with care and the deeper problems of life; inwardly he was every inch a man who knew how to appreciate the value of true worth and the nobler instincts and qualities of his race. As she thought of him in this way she realized that he must have known that she really cared for him and that she had given him every right, by her attitude toward him, to expect an answer far different from the one she had given. Then, suppose he had really accepted her answer in a serious way and had felt the knife of a cutting disappointment sink deep into his soul. Had he felt that he had wrongly estimated her; that instead of being the true, noble woman he had thought her she was only a fickle, heartless flirt? Had he been weak in the hour of disappointment and not man enough to stand face to face with his fate? Her mind was almost overcome with the tragedy of such a thing, as the thoughts kept coming and going. Was she defaming the character of a dead man to allow herself to think thus of James Vaughan? But he was a good swimmer and the current where his boat had capsized wasn ' t strong. She had rowed there often and had brooked the pull of th-? stream with only a little extra stroke of her oar. And, yet, a cramp might have struck him and rendered his struggle futile. At least she couldn ' t make herself believe that James Vaughan was a man who would allow disappointment, dealt him at the hands of a woman, to drive him to such a point of desperation that he would wilfully take away that which God had entrusted in his keeping and which God alone had the lawful right to recall. With these reasons she would drive the mad thought from her mind; and yet, despite her attempts to ward it off, it would come back and continue to haunt her. Summer passed slowly into Autumn. Roses faded and fell away, leaving only the budding chrysanthemums as a vanguard of nature ' s train of beauty slowly drawing away to give her fields into the icy hand of the coming, distant winter. Soon the leaves of the tall, stately poplars would redden and fall, leaving only the boughs of the low-moaning pines to shadow the memories of the fast dying summer. One by one the few guests left Slopeway to take up again the old life at home. May Carrell went away bearing with her the sad memory of a summer which, if the power were only hers, she would have blotted forever from the pages of time. The face once bright and beaming with happiness bore on its every feature a tinge of sadness. The sad change in her brought forth many sighs of regret and sorrow from her parents and caused them many sleepless nights trying to devise some means of lifting her from this shroud of gloom. Thinking that, perhaps, a change 107 of life and surroundings would help her to forget the memory of the recent past and lead her thoughts into new paths, her mother and father persuaded her to go and spend the winter with her uncle on his ranch in Arizona. Her love for them forced her to yield to their request and, although she wanted to be left alone with her thoughts and the memory of him whom she had wronged, still she thought she was obeying the call of duty. She had one load of self-reproach and regret to carry and she wished to try and gain recompense by her love and fidelity to those who were still left to her. Reluctantly she made her preparations and took up her journey for the West. Up in his little office at the Iroquois Cotton Mills, Ralph Miller was also facing a proposition which worried him day and night. Every letter from Edith told of how May Carrell was pining away and that she had lost almost all interest in her friends and, as it seemed, in life itself. Edith said she was doing all in her power to turn May ' s thoughts away from the tragedy of the summer, but she could do nothing to dispel the cloud of sorrow that seemed to envelop her. There was a deep question in Ralph ' s mind as to which way his duty lay. He had pledged his word of honor, but it seemed to him that he had just cause to break it. If he had only known it was coming to this he would never have given his promise. He had almost decided to overstep the bounds of honor when a letter came from Edith telling him that May had gone West, and it was then too late. May might not understand, so he would wait. It was night when May reached the little station where her Uncle Herbert had written her that he would meet her. Almost exhausted with the fatigue of her long journey she stepped down from the platform of the little three-coach train and looked around for her Uncle Herbert. She hadn ' t seen him for five years and she was wondering to herself if he looked the same as he did when she, a young girl of eighteen, had listened to him tell of the things they did out West. She felt some one touch her on the elbow, and turning she saw him,— just the same, jolly old Uncle Herbert he had always been. May, my little girl, I am so glad to see you, he exclaimed, you don ' t look like the devilish little minx I saw five years ago, but I can tell its you all right. How ' s everybody back at home? And thus he ran on, asking ciuestion after question all the way home. Auntie met them at the door and after she and May had exchanged greetings and numerous questions had been asked and answered May was allowed to retire and obtain the rest of which she was so much in need. The next few days were spent in showing May the scenes and wonders and all the things which made up the life of the real West. She soon learned to ride a bronco and Uncle Herbert gave her one to use for her own. She tried to be as bright and happy as she could, but still the memory of .lames Vaughn would come back to her and the old thoughts 108 would haunt her. One day at dinner Uncle Herbert came in from a long ride down the ranch and as he sat down he began telling them about the things he had seen while away. And I met that young fellow down at Dawson ' s ranch this morning, he went on, and I ' ll tell you he ' s a brick. It ' s strange he won ' t tell anybody where he ' s from; but I don ' t think it ' s because he ' s done anything wrong. He looks like a thoroughbred to me. I told him I had a mighty pretty neice visiting me and I asked him to come up. He said he would but he couldn ' t come before next week on account of the ' round-up ' the last of this week. I ' ll tell you, May, you might like to make eyes at him. Oh! Uncle Herbert, I know he must be all right, but I ' m not especially in- terested in making eyes at anybody, replied May. Several times during the week he reminded her about the young fellow down at Dawson ' s but May seemed more interested in the excursions she was taking on her bronco far out across the plains. Every morning she would leave soon after breakfast, ride far down the trail, and as the sun grew hot she would come back to a little spring which trickled from the side of a big rock into a shining little pool beneath. Here she would throw herself down in the shadow of the rock, gaze into the sparkling water and give her mind back into the possession of its old thoughts. One morning she had cut her ride short and decided to come back to the spring earlier than usual. The old brooding was about to sweep her back into its grasp and she was unable to resist. As the pony walked slowly around the side of the rock toward the spring it shied a bit, and looking up she saw the figure of a cowboy stretched out on the ground, with his sombrero pushed up in front, his eyes fixed upon the water, apparently dreaming. She slipped ciuietly from her pony but as she did so the cowboy saw her figure reflected in the little ])Ool and he turned toward her. At first she only smiled a little and then she began to recognize. She was stunned. Her tongue clung to the roof of her mouth. Her heart beat like wildfire. Could it be true? Was it he? James! she exclaimed, as she started toward him and stopped. Yes, May, he cried as he fairly snatched her hand. Is it really you, James? she asked, and her voice trembled like a leaf. Don ' t you know me, j Iay? he asked as she continued to gasp with excite- ment and astonishment. Yes, I know its you, but it ' s all so strange, so unreal— so — so like a dream. I can ' t understand if, and she began to shake with sobs. He still held both her hands in his as the wild thoughts an d dreams and fancies chased each other through her mind. But, James, she asked, while the tears still trickled down her pale cheeks, how did it all happen? ' All of us thought you were dead. Yes, he answered, but come, bathe your face here in the pool and then sit down here and we ' ll talk about it. 109 She obeyed and having bathed her face and taken her seat beside him, he began : Well, you see, May, you had given me my final answer and I was heart-broken. My hopes were shattered; I had nothing to look forward to. The world then meant nothing but misery to me, when you didn ' t care. But I did care, James; I did care. Did you. May? Really, did you? and leaning over he kissed her. Yes, ' James, I did, she answered; but go on! you haven ' t told me how it happened. Well, May, he resumed, you see I thought that if I could m some way, make everybody ' think I was dead, why, I thought perhaps I could come out here, begin a new life and maybe time would make me forget. I turned the boat over purposelv and then after I screamed for help I dived down and came up under the boat. You see, May, when you turn a canoe bottom side up in water, the sides rest on the water and a vaJuum of about eight or ten inches in altitude is left under it. Well, I made use of that on the afternoon I was supposed to have been drowned. I put my head up under the boat and swam on down the channel leading toward Chipley River. After I had gotten out of sight I came out into the woods and then made my way on out here. I told Ralph I Iiller what I was going to do but I made him swear never to tell. Then I was afraid he might and T have never written him a word since I came here. But, James, if you only knew how I have suffered, and she began to sob agam. He caught her in his arms and asked, May, shall it be to-morrow. What, James? and she smiled up at him through the tears. Why, our marriage, dear, he replied, as he released her and held her out before him at arm ' s length. You haven ' t asked me yet, she replied. Will you, May, will you? he asked quickly. Yes, Jim, my dear old boy, a thousand times ' yes, ' if you wish it, she replied Let ' s go home now and wire Edith and Ralph. Wofford College Journal. 110 The Record Vol. I Spartanburg, S. C, February, 1909 No. i STAFF M. P. LAWTON, Editor-in-Chief Literary Editor . ... Tom Bouehier Local Editor w. B. Co.x Athletic Editor . - N. S. Lachicotte H. C. MOORE, Business Manager EDITORIAL DEPARTMENT Powell Lawton, Editor With this issue begins the career of the first magazine ever published by the Wofford Fitting School. Our hopes for the future are the highest ; and, with the loyal support of almost the entire student body, which has not been slow in forth- coming, the prospects for a long existence are the very bright- est. One of our chief aims is to secure unity and school pride — to give the boys something in common which they can speak of as ours — to give them a medium through which they can speak their sentiments and thus bring to light many a flower that would otherwise waste its sweetness on desert air. The only quality needed is self-confidence. We appeal to the stu- dents to help make this literally a magazine of the Fitting School. Another important end to be obtained is to let outsiders know that there is a Fitting School. The writing of boys actually at school and living a typical school life will give a clearer insight into the institution than could many times the amount of catalogues and advertising matter. The knowledge of the scrutiny of so many eyes will make these embryo au- thors look to themselves and to those whom they represent. 111 A Heart ' s Desire I care not to save the deserted, Nor any warm, cheering word speak To mortals whose lives are converted, From joys to bereavements and grief; I would not the darkened soul brighten. Nor strengthen the will of the weak, Nor any too heavy load lighten, The ease of my conscience to seek. I want not a sense of my duty, To make me good deeds to perform: I care not to lift men ' s souls upward, That I may to duty conform. But if I ' m to be a strong spirit In raising men ' s aims and hopes higher, May ' t be because in my heart burns The bright, eager flames of love ' s fire. Tlte Record. Tommy Tweedles Little Tommy Tweedles sat on the very last one of the rough seats in the village schoolhouse, a very disconsolate little figure. Ever and anon, he cast a furtive glance over to the third seat in the other corner, where sat that little mynx of a brunette, Lillian Cooper, and receiving no recognition of his soulful glance, he heaved an inward sigh and turned again to the flyleaf of his book upon which he was somewhat languidly drawing an object that had something of the look of femininity about it. Far be it for me to say that it was Tommy ' s noblest attempt at doing a profile sketch of Lillian ! The teacher, noticing the distressed droop of the shoulders, and the forlorn expression in the freckled little face, could not keep from letting a tender smile hover around the corners of her usually stern mouth. And she swallowed once or twice more than a school marm ought. For she thought a great deal of Tommy Tweedles, and there was no mistaking the fact that Tommy Tweedles was in trouble of the deepest sort. Tt showed in every part of Tommy, from the recalci- trant hairs on his little tow-head, to the reckless swinging of his freckled legs and feet. His big, frank, blue eyes were suspiciously red and the muscles in his face twitched convulsively. Tommy Tweedles had to come to the very, very sad conclusion that Lillian did not care two peas for him. He had not reached this conclusion precipitately for he had carefully gone over all the ground, hoping against hope, that something would transpire to make him change his opinion. But nothing had transpired, and nothing seemed likely to transpire. Had he not seen her smile at Clarence Holman? And when had she smiled at him? Did she not always let herself get caught by Clarence when they played blind man ' s base? Had not he seen a 113 note she had written with her own hands in Clarence Holman ' s possession! What would Tommy Tweedles not have given for just one word written by her chubby littl e hand? But it was not to be, and why? Listen to this. Every afternoon when school was out Tommy Tweedles, by virtue of some unknown force, always found himself at the side of Lillian Cooper. This would have been all right, in fact it would have been heaven itself, if it had not been for the fact that this same force seemed to plant Clarence Holman on the other side of saucy Lillian. Now, Clarence Holman turned off before Lillian or Tommy Tweedles did— and here comes the heart-breaking part. Every afternoon when Clarence told Lillian good-bye there were the deepest of looks and the sweetest of smiles exchanged, until Clarence disappeared over the neighboring hill. Their parting was so full of the pathos of parting lovers that Tommy Tweedles would turn positively green with envy. He would gladly have climbed up to the top of the highest tree and jumped off, if he could have gotten just one of the lingering glances she had so freely bestowed upon Clarence Holman when they parted. But not a one could he get. And then how quiet she grew after Clarence Holman left, and how scornful of every earnest little endeavor Tommy Tweedles put forth to please her! Tommy Tweedles remembered such bits as this: Let me carry your books, Lillian. No, thank you. That was a dandy game we had to-day, wasn ' t it? I s ' pose so, absently. Teacher got mad to-day, didn ' t she? I don ' t remember. Did she? After such fruitless attempts to inveigle her into conversation, Tommy remem- bers having given up in desperation and remains silent until the time comes for him to turn off and leave Lillian, who lives at the extreme end of the placid little village. And how different the parting with him and Clarence! Tommy thinking of it, involuntarily gnashes his teeth. There are no lingering glances for him. No half-stifled sighs and soft-spoken, meaningless words. Just an absent, Good-bye, Tommy, and it is all over, and nothing for Tommy to do but walk dejectedly in, throw down his books, and eat a lunch which he does not want but which would be heresy not to attempt. Tommy Tweedles, recounting these incidents bitterly reflects on the happy days before he fell under the spell of those brown eyes. Then, his only desire had been to be on the side of the little brook that ran rippling along at the foot of the gently sloping hihock. How yellow the sand at the bottom of the brook was, and how he had liked to wade in it ! What dandy fun it had been to put in water wheels and make huge dams of mud! How beautifully the daisies grew on the side of 114 the banks, and what diminutive and exquisite windings the little stream made in its peaceful course through the little valley! With something akin to anger, Tommy Tweedles mused over those happy days and firmly believed that such pleasures would be his no more. The only light that he found now was in Lillian ' s eyes, and she steadfastly refused to shine them upon him. What was he to do? This is what he would do. He would take his treatment like a Stoic and show Lillian Cooper that he could get along without her glances even if he had to die in the attemj t. That afternoon Tommy resolutely made a wide detour of the other folks and arrived home so much sooner than usual that his mother asked in surprise: Why did you get home so early. Tommy? I want to cut up some wood for you, mama, was the rather unexpected reply. So Tommy manfully shouldered the axe and began. But it was no use; you can ' t help but think when you are doing a thing so wholly physical as cutting wood, so Tommy impatiently threw down the axe and sought for more mentally- occupying tasks. How Tommy passed the afternoon, he never exactly knew, but it finally wore itself away, and the time came for him to retire. With cjuivering lip, he ki.ssed his mother good night, and stole dejectedly up to his little room, there to spend an hour or two of tossing to and fro of mind and body, before he would finally worry himself to sleep. Meanwhile down in mama ' s room was being held a council of war, or a plan of campaign. Tommy ' s mother and his Big Brother and Uncle had noticed Tommy ' s behavior of late, and by comparing notes, had made out the case. Mama, says the big brother, the thing to do is this. You drive down to , Mrs. Cooper ' s in the morning, it being Saturday, and spend the morning wi h her. Then make her and Lillian come up here and spend the balance of the day with you. So this accounts for the fact that the next afternoon Tommy Tweedles was actually playing with Lillian Cooper! And wonder of wonders, she positively smiled at him from time to time! And, oh; the nice little things she said to him! They could not be put down in a book. She adored his goat-wagon. She admired his tool-kit, and his spinning jenny, she was simply crazy about. At the close of an afternoon that was as marvelously short- as the previous one had been long, Tommy suddenly remembered that the minutes were pre- cious, and if it could be said that Tommy could think such a commonplace thought, the old proverbial time is fleeting came into his mind. He suddenly remembered that it could not be long before the voice of Mrs. Coojier would be heard calling little Lillian. So, sitting on the spinning jenny, imder the influence of the mellow- 115 ing rays of the setting sun, he finally summoned up courage to falter timidly, Lillian, do you like me? Uh, huh. How much? Whole lots. Better than Clarence? Yes, shyly. Then why have you treated me like you have? I just wanted to see what you would do, replied the arch little sprig of femininity. . ., To say that Tommy had a brain storm about this time would be putting it mildly Was it possible that a boy could be so happy? When had a piece of chocolate cake made him feel so good? What was the little stream m the valley but a dinky, muddy stretch of water? Tommy felt just exactly like he was at a circus with an all-day-sucker in one hand and a bag of peanuts m the other. After Lillian had gone, and he had come in the house Tommy ' s mother knew by the rapturous look on the little fellow ' s face that everythmg had gone we with him that day. And when the time came for him to retire, and he went to tell his mother good-night, he gave her a pat on the cheek, and a sly little wmk, before going up to his room to dream of heaven and the angels, all of whose features re- sembled those of Lihian ' s. The Record. A Consolation To him who knows the depths of woe, Whose soul has sufiFered deeply, There comes the power to grasp and know, Love ' s sweetest, deepest heritage. To sorrow means to train the heart. Which loves too well life ' s brightness, To that strange, subtle, heavenly art, The art of loving deeply. We often lose our dearest fi ' iend. And joy is quite deprived us; Though hope is gone sure in the end. Our souls are greatly strengthened. The Regeneration of Philip Walton 13Y COURTNEY ANDERSON. Philip Walton stood very still, leaning upon the railing of the bridge for the twiUght hour has its effect upon the bleeding heart. He was in a mood of deep meditation, for he was looking across a dimly lighted, smoky city, whose every . 116 phase of life seemed to be pausing to listen to the lonely voices of approaching night. The dark, murky, slowly-moving waters below him seemed a weirdly fascinating companion. He was unconscious of the passage of time, for his mind, yea, his very soul, was torn with anguish. To the passer-by he had thfe appearance of a vagabond, but not an ordinary one. The squareness of his form showed that it was once powerful, but its emaciation was complete. His strongly rugged face, flashing melancholy eyes, and dark disarranged hair, were indicative of a once masterful personality. But dark despair rested upon his brow; and well it should, for he was facing the world now a freed convict. As he watched the day die, he could not but feel that the shackles were still upon him. He felt that a jail-bird could never live down his past. He felt that he must do as the criminals he had known had done — maintain himself by the committing of more crimes. His burden seemed particularly unbearable, for he had not been guilty of the crime of which he had been accused. The suspicion for a crime which a friend had committed had been shifted upon him, and he had accepted it. This friend was the only person he had ever loved, and he had chosen to disgrace his own name rather than see his depraved friend go to the depths where he belonged. Con- sequently he had just finished a five years ' term in the penitentiary. He suddenly stirred from his position upon the bridge, and with the slouching tread of the criminal, passed on. He had sacrificed himself on the alter of friend- ship, and the sacrifice was complete. His spirit was broken, and he could but nurse the memory of his friend, and revel in the consciousness that he had given his all for the only pure love of his life. He struggled dejectedly on until he came to the heart of the city. The pains in his head and all parts of his body became excruciating. His health was gone because of too hard work, and the coarsest of food. Suddenly he glanced up and spied a physician ' s sign, and being crazed with a deathly sickness, and instinctively feeling that there he might find relief, struggled up the steps. He passed into the anteroom of the ofl ce, and fell into a chair. In a few moments he became conscious of a presence there. A girl sat opposite him. He carelessly noticed that she was elegantly dressed. Two golden curls, held by a tiny ribbon, were drawn from the rear across her shoulder. He glanced into her face, and into her eyes and was startled. She was looking at him with steady eyes, and he braced up his shoulders, and sat erect in his chair. There was power in her gaze, and he felt that power grip his heart. He was stunned and surprised at the vigorous expression in her eyes. As he gazed into their steel-gray depths, he felt a new life and hope burn into his soul. He could not realize that there was yet a person who would look with such incredible sympathy at so much wretchedness. And yet there was not only sympathy there. Her eyes seemed full of life, and strength, and hope. His dead soul was stirred, and he felt rekindle in his 117 heart ambitions and aspirations long since dead. As she held him transfixed with her gaze, he seemed to hear sweet faint voices calling to him from the dream of his past, bidding him to struggle as he once had done. He seemed to forget his years of toil and misery and hopelessness, and to remember the brighter days of youth and happiness. His wretchedness seemed to become a dream, and his former life the reality. All seemed to become dark again as she turned her eyes away, and he felt ashamed as he looked down at his begrimed work-hardened hands and tattered clothes. He seemed to be unable to understand why he should be thus, for his mind and soul seemed pure again. The vagabond who had given up hope as he stood upon the bridge seemed a stranger to him now. The girl ' s friend came from the office, and they passed out together. Philip Walton followed them doggedly into the darkness. Five long years passed over the city of Wilston, and now it was the night of the greatest social event of the season. The Commercial Club was giving a ball in honor of the editorial staff of the Wilston Daily. A throng of joyous men and women were gathering into the spacious hall. Philip Walton was the hero of the occasion. As he sat in his carriage on his way to the scen e of the festivities he was musing on the events which had brought him to this good hour. His success had been phenomenal, but he was thinking of the fierce struggles which had come into his life since the time when he stepped from a physician ' s office and saw the forms of two little girls vanish into the darkness. Well he re- membered how he had shoveled dirt with a construction company, as a day laborer, until he might get enough money to buy respectable clothes, so that he might apply for the work he desired. He thought of how he was accepted on trial as a reporter on the Daily, and how he was soon recognized as a writer of ability, and pro- moted from time to time, until he became editor-in-chief. The crowd had assembled, and greeted him with cheers as he came in. Sud- denly the voice of the mayor was h eard and all became quiet. He said: It is very fitting that we show publicly our appreciation of the work wrought in our town by the great ' Wilston Daily. ' Though unbidden, I cannot help but say a few words in direct praise of its chief editor. By his writings he has made our town ambitious; he has wrought remarkable commercial reforms, and has by his great ideas and noble ideals, given a moral tone and impetus to our town ' s life of which we never before had dreamed. There is a wonderfully subtle power in every line from his pen, which touches the hearts of men. Strange to say, he has always seemed a mystery to us. There must be some unseen wellsprings of power in his life. He must have suffered and sorrowed deeply, for he has often given us lines of poetry so pulsating with deep feeling that they have wrung very tears from those who ' ve read. 118 As the mayor closed, Philij) arose, and expectant eyes were trained upon him. His flashing eyes sparkled brightly, but he spoke simply: It thrills my heart to hear the kind words just now spoken. If I have helped mankind, I am glad. If I have caused the light-hearted to realize the depths of life, or strengthened or inspired one wretched soul, my struggles have been well rewarded. But I do not deserve the credit. I was once a depraved, despairing man, when a power came into my life that has kept me struggling onward and upward. I cannot explain. Do not praise me more. He sat down and there was a pause, for the brevity and simplicity of his words mystified the listening crowd. The music for the ball began, and innumerable couples glided out upon the floor, and all were happy. PhiUp danced continually, for he loved it. Once he stopped in a little nook full of palms and flowers. He was gaily talking when he became conscious that just across, a beautiful girl was looking at him. He was filled with emotion, and his mind flashed back to the time when he sat in the doctor ' s office, wretched and desparing. He thought of the vision of a girl with two curls, and soulful eyes, which had been with him continually through five long years, and it seemed to merge into the vision before him. The eyes were the same, but there were not just two curls, but countless golden ringlets. An eagerness, made intense by five long years of waiting, made him spring up and stand before her. I presume you know me, he said, may I know your name? Mabel Hannon, she said, looking at him with interested but startled eyes. Will you dance? As he spoke he held out his hand toward her. His actions were so unusal, and swift, and yet so commanding, that she could not but glide out on the floor, upon his arm. Philip tingled in every fiber of his being, and infinite strength seemed to bear him onward with a reckless swiftness, as he guided the gracefully slender girl hither and thither. Was he not actually dancing with the guardian star of his life? Mabel at first trembled, but yielded herslf completely to his movement. She felt that she was in a delightful dream, dancing with the man whom she had passionately worshiped since she had first read from his inspired pen. Neither s])oke, for they were busied with their own thoughts. They felt that they were living through the crowning moments of their lives. Ere long they were seated by a window, withdrawn from the moving crowd. We may talk here, he said, for there is no one to hear. Yes, she said, looking at him with shy, eager eyes. I did not mean to .frighten you just now, he said, but the desire to know you came so suddenly and irresistibly that ere I knew it we were dancing together. ' ' 119 Ah, I don ' t care! she said. I have known you through your writmgs for a long, long time, and you have meant much in my life. I am grateful to have you want my friendship. Oh ! is it true that you have thought of me before? Yes, and wondered so very much about your life, and the power in it. Won ' t you tell just me the secret you hinted at to-night? Will you permit me? he said. Permit you? I beg you. He looked at her with his steady powerful eyes, and hesitatingly began. I had once despaired of life, and was a hopeless vagabond, when unexpectedly a little girl looked at me with kind symphathetic eyes. It was just as I had resolved to be a villain. But I was inspired to struggle onward and upward again. Since then, when my life has been dark and hesitating, I ' ve seen a vision of noble eyes, a beautiful face, and indescribable curls. That vision has kept me pure, and made me strong. But it has gone now. She was sitting very still now, and her eyes were not upon him, for her thoughts were far away. Oh! how sorry I am, she said. Why has it gone? Because I saw it become the reality in you, when I sprang before you to-night. Mabel seemed frightened now, and looked at him with fearful eyes. Yes, and I love you little girl, I love you. Oh, don ' t, don ' t I she said. You must not say that now. Yes, I must, I must, for surely the power which has made my life will not wreck it now. Won ' t you bid me hope? I don ' t know, I don ' t know, she said in a distressed, tearful voice. But Philip Walton knew, for the fingers of the little hand he had elapsed closed tightly and clung to his large, long fingers. lire Record. A Friend A guide who spares us futile strife, Whose word is our command — Sometimes, along the trail of life, We feel a helping hand, With love for us he says, Be strong, And then the words, Well done He gives us when through fight with wronj He finds the victory won. Takes us and gently leads us on Through deeper, darker woes. Until we find a resting place, A hav ' n of sweet repose. O Friend, O Teacher, Warrior brave! Who see ' st what is best, Thou will not find the end, the grave. But, heaven, the promised rest. The Record. 120 May-be May-be in the year ten thousand, May-be in the year ten-thousand ten, May-be in the next generation, May-be you will learn to beat us then, May-be when your base-ball captain Takes his grandson on his knee. May-be in the next generation You ' ll beat old W. C. (Tune: Lindy. ) Wof— ford, Wof— ford, Faster than Furman is, Wof— ford, Wof— ford, This is your day: While the others am a-yellin ' For you my heart am a-swellin ' Tell us that you ' ll beat them And put them out of the way! YELL Sweet Marie, sweet mara. Hoeus-focus, rickus-rackus Sis, boom, bah! Judix-ridix, flifity-flop Wofford College, she ' s on top — Rah! YELL Sz — z — z — z — z — z — ! Boo m ! W-o-f-f-o-r-d— W-o-f-f-o-r-d— Wof-f-o-r-d. Wofford!!! YELL Boom get a rat trap bigger than a cat trap. Boom get a rat trap bigger than a cat trap, Boom! Boom! Hannibal, Cannibal, Sis, boom, bah! Wofford, Wofford, rah! rah! rah! (Tune: My Country ' tis of Thee ) One beer for one of us. Two beers for two of us, Three beers for three of us. Four beers for four of us, Five beers for five of us, Six beers for six of us, And a keg for all. 121 There are no flies on me There are no flies on me No flies on me. There may be one or two Great big green flies on you B-u-t there are n-o flies No flies on me! Ah, men! (Tune: Waltz me around again Willie.) Waltz ' em around again Wofl ' ord, Waltz ' em around, around, The pitcher is easy. He ' s gettin ' quite cheesy Oh! don ' t let his feet touch the ground; He handles the ball as tho ' ' twas a toy, Just play ' em old Wofford and we ' ll yell ahoy! Waltz ' em around again, Wofford, Around, around, around! (Tune: Manoa. ) Lizzie expects her beau to-night. She fills the stove with anthracite. Because the air is cold and damp, But quite forgets to fill the lamp! Ah, women! WOFFORD HYim I ' m Wofl ' ord born, I ' m Wofford bred. And when I die, I ' ll be Wofford dead: For its rah! rah! for Wofford, Wofford, Rah! rah! for Wofford, Wofford. Rah! rah! for Wof-ford, Rah! rah! rah! WOFFORD MEN (Tune: Merry Men.) With blue sky shining overhead The path of life we gaily tread And troll the Wofford glee. The crowded paths we stoutly trudge, We envy none and bear no grudge. For Wofford men are we! Why should we fret that others ride, Ferha])s old Care sits by their side. And leaves us footmen free. For wealth brings sorrow wise men say. And crowned heads go quickly gray, While Wofford men are we! (Tune: Son oi a Gondolier ) I wish I had a barrel of rum, Of sugar 300 pounds, The college bell to mix it in. The clapper to stir it round : I ' d drink to the health of Wofford, To fi-iends both far and near, I ' m the rambling rake of poverty. The son of a gambolier. CHORUS Th e son-of-a, son-of-a-, Son-of-a-gambolier, Son-of — a, son-of-a, Son-of-a gambolier. Like every honest fell I take my whiskey clear, I ' m a rambling rake of poverty, The son-of-a gambolier. And if I had a girl, sir, I ' d dress her up so fine, I ' d send her out on Wofi ' ord ' s field. To coach the Freshmen nine. And if I had a boy, sir, He ' d don the black and gold. And they ' d beat old Carolina, As our fathers did of old! SONG We ' re the Wofford College boys that fear no harm We ' re the Wofford College boys, that fear no harn Give us a drink, and we ' ll go home. Where the WofTord College boys shall fear no harm In Heaven above, where all is love, The ' ll be no faculty there, But down below, where all is woe, The faculty, they ' ll be there. W-o-f-f-o-r-d, W-o-f-f-o-r-d, W-o-f-f-o-r-d Hang the faculty. 124 earb on tt)e Campus Benevolent Old Gentleman, to Pettigrew who had just addressed him: Seems to me I ought to know you, your face looks simple. Fresh Aroil, looking at the dome on the science hall : I am going to work in that dormitory some day. Boman to McLeod — Are you going to start work this summer? McLeod — Not if T can get anything else to do. Fresh Cnmi, upon seeing some boys pressing with an electric iron: Do you have to push those things? I thought they ran themselves. Junior Boman to Fresh Outz: Are you going to try for the Fresh Ex.? , Outz : Aw, get out, you don ' t catch me with any of your stale jokes. Barbers charge Professor Clinkscales only half-price to cut his hair. Professor Rembert in Chapel services: Let us read the Nineteenth Psalm. Senior Curry was seen reading Hawthorne ' s love letters and taking notes on them. Fresh Grant to Junior iMurray: I hear so and so at the Fitting School has gone into the itineracy. Murray: Look here Grant, you mean to say he ' s gone to getting drunk. Professor Gus in Latin: Mr. Hardin if a vowel is followed by two con- sonants, what is the length of the syllable? Hardin: About two and one-half inches. Dr. Snyder in English to Soph Cudd: Mr. Cudd where is New England? Cudd: West of Europe, sir. Soph Wrightman to Soph Connor: Say, Bob, what does compunction mean ? ' ' Connor: Don ' t know Wright, but Ma used to have it for breakfast every morning. Ask Bill Meadows how he likes riding by private convenience. Soph R ankin to Senoir Huff: Weren ' t the acoustics in Columbia College fine. Huff : Yes, especially those with the white shoes on. Senior McHaffey to Dr. Waller: Doctor, where does fire go when it goes out? Prof. Clink in ] Iath: Harris what did you do with that triangle? Harris: The first thing I did, was to circumcise a circle about it. Soph Russel to Junior Murray: Let ' s go to see some girls this afternoon. Murray: Wait, Jimmie, I will have to see if Pa projects (objects). Duncan to Dr. Wallace: Doctor, will you please explain a policeman ' s power. Mr. Hardin has to rear only one more class as — ' 09 in Spartanburg, to make it the greatest city in the South. Fresh Guild wants to know what the fee is to attend the Junior-Senior Reception at Converse. 125 Senior Hardin to Junior Betts: ' ' I hear you are leading a Sunday school-class. Betts: Yes, but I didn ' t say which way I was leading it. Ask Stackhouse why he has never seen a satellite. Ask IMcIver which is the best way to Bobo Cottage. Senior McKain to Fresh Glenn: Have you joined the pressing club. Glenn: No, when do I have to join? Prof. Clink : I bet red-headed boys will always pass on exams. Carlisle: Yes, Professor; they always make such good ' horsemen. ' Senior Hays to Fresh Cox: Have you joined any clubs yet? Cox: I joined the pressing club last week. Galbraith suggests to Professor Spencer, that he as chairman appoint two other reliable members of the class, to judge the best poem to be recited at the presentation of the bust of Longfellow to the Library by the Junior Class. Fresh Brown, on seeing the words lift up on mail box: I have caught and pulled at this thing hard as I can, but I can ' t get it up. Junior Newton to Junior Dowdey: Do you plant any ' ventriloquist ' in your country? Dowdey: Don ' t exactly know; but I haven ' t seen any tho. Fresh Guilds, wants to know if Freshmen can attend the lusical Festival at Converse. Fresh Hazel, to Clerk at the bookstore: Can I get the ' Lad} ' of the Last linstrel ' in here? Professor Spenser to Freshman : How do you spell exhilarate? Freshman: I don ' t spell it, I abbreviate it. Dr. Wallace to Junior Hawkins: Who are your ancestors, Mr. Hawkins? Hawkins: Doctor, I am unprepared to-day. Junior Pyles, in Geology: Professor, why do you hit an eel on the tail to kill him? Professor DuPre: Because his brains are in his tail. Junior Dubose to Junior Newton: How many little Newtons have you at home? Newton: Don ' t know; but there is a good variety of them. Dr. Wallace to Craig: Mr. Craig what kind of capital would it be, to let me rest my gun on your shoulder while I shoot? Craig: Doctor, it would be capital for the undertaker. Fresh Arail, who had been out on a Geology expedition with some Seniors, was obligingly carrying specimens for them, when he was met by a young lady, and the following was inadvertently overheard. Young Lady: Why Clyde, what are you doing with your pockets full of rocks? Clyde: You know we are studying ' Biology ' now, and I am just taking these specimens for the professor to examine. 126 Barber, after having cut Fresh Lj ' le ' s hair: Shampoo? Lyles: No, when I left home I promised Mama I would never drink. Fresh Smith, upon seeing coats in laboratory windows: Is that the place where college boys get pressing done? Rankin, to waiter in second-class restaurant, as he brings soup: Look here waiter, you put your fingers in that soup! Waiter: That is all right boss, it ain ' t hot. vSenior Whitaker to Soph Thompson: Which of Shakespeare ' s plays do you like best? Thompson: Lamb ' s Tales. Senior S. at Converse: Mr. H.: Well, Mr. S., I will have to say good-bye. Mr. S.: Good-bye, Mrs. H., I am sorry you have to go so soon. Mrs. H. : But I mean, you have to go, too. Mr. S.: I am in no hurry; it is early and I don ' t have supper till seven. Hucks wants to know what Mr. Bernhardt charges to make penny pictures. WANTED TO KNOW How old must a lamb be before it may properly be called veal? Senior Rogers What is a miss-happened (mis-shapen) grubworm? Elrod Why does Heinitsh go down by Converse every day? When shall we three meet again? Three of a kind. Ligon, Parks and the donkey. What stunted Crum ' s growth? When will I get that fifty cents, the Glee Club owes me? Ruf. Hill. Why won ' t an admit ticket to the Bennetsville Club be accepted on the railroad as a pass? Monroe Does Soph Dillard use paint? If Senior Huffman and Fresh Guilds are married. Address all correspondence care of Board of Editors. 127 HIS ANNUAL ' 128 DR. W — S FAVORITE PASTIME 129 PRESTON SOCIETY HALL CARLISLE SOCIETY PRESIDENTS 132 PRESTON SOCIETY PRESIDENTS 133 134 an Hellemc Coundl THE LAST OF THE GREEKS A. L. Rogers, President V. D. Ramseur, Secretary and Treasurer KAPPA ALPHA R. C. Huggins W. G. Nichols D. C. McLeod a. L. Rogers T. C. Montgomery E. P. Stephenson KAPPA SIGMA L. C. Elrod O. L. Herring R. C. Folger V. D. Ramseur PI KAPPA ALPHA B. R. MuLLiNS, Jr. SIGMA ALPHA EPSILON L. K. Breeden T. F. Hill C. A. Easterling W. G. Parks J. L. Prince CHI PHI F. M. Crum J- H. Glenn Marion Dargan, Jr J- C. Hard in CHI PSI W. D. DuPre G. S. Coffin, Jr. 135 136 137 ©ratortcal Cbents of tfje gear 13S SENIOR.SPEAKERS 139 Davis McGarity Penney DuBose JUNIOR DEBATERS 141 Bull ' Bankin DiUard Hucks Hardin Meadors (Presiding Officer) Brady SOPHOMORE SPEAKERS 142 Mclver Nickles Glenn Wilson Edens Hill (Presiding Officer) Brown FRESHMAN SPEAKERS 143 EMORY-WOFFORD DEBATERS 144 145 146 COACH BRESSLER Bull Catcher Wannamakrr Pitchers RufSSEL i ' ' ' Black First Base JoNKS Second Base Ellerbk (Capt.) . . . . . . . . . . • Short Stop Humphries ' Third Base Walker Left Field Raysor Center Field BiGHAM Right iMeld Glenn, L Substitute R. G. Bressler Coach L. K. Breeden Manager WOFFGED SCHEDULE FOR 1909 March 31, Riverside Military Academy of Ga .... at vSpartanhurg April 1, Furman University . . ' at Greenville April 6, Presbytei-ian College of S. C at Spartanburg April 8, Erskine at Spartanburg April 16, Newberry College at Spartanburg April 21, Furman University at Spartanburg April 22, Clemson at Spartanburg April 23, University of S. C , • at Spartanburg May 3, Furman University at Greenville May 4, Clemson at Clemson May 5, Erskine at Duewest May 6, Newberry College at Newberry 147 Wannamaker Jeffords, Scorer Wrightson Deaver Hazel Wilkes Goolsby Raysor, Capt. Jones Junior pasiefaall Wtam Winnerfi of Trophy Cup for Season of 1908, 1909 Wannamaker Pitcher Jp:fford.s . . Scorer Wrightson (Manager) First Base Deaver Center Field Hammond Left Field Hazel Catcher Wilkes Right Field Goolsby . . . . Third Base Raysor (Captain) Second Base Jones ■ . . . . Short Stop Played four games; won four games; percentage, 1000. 148 149 Wannamaker Davidson DuBose Baker Bressler (Coach) Wrightson Raysor (Capt.) ■VARSITY BASKET BALL TEAM 150 ' VmitV Pasifeet Pall tKeam Wannamaker Davidson DuBosE Baker Bressler Wrightson Raysor (Captain) Center Left Forward Substitute Right Guard Coach Left Guard Right Forward This year has witnessed the college ' s first serious attempt to take part in inter- collegiate basket ball. Formerly the management was unorganized and conse- quently not much could be done in the way of securing games. The basket ball team this year played several games at home with the local Y. M. C. A. and other colleges. Afterward a trip was taken to Charleston, playing Columbia on the way. Of course this being the first year of organized basket ball at Wofford, one could not expect the team to win all the games that they played. They won some ; but not all. Considering the training the men on the team had, they deserve credit for what they have done. Altogether theirs was an excellent record. Mr. H. C. Raysor, of the ' Varsity baseball team, is, also, one of the best players on the basket ball team. His goal throwing is remarkable for its accuracy, and he is also a very quick man on his feet. This is Raysor ' s last year in baseball, so that next year he will be able to devote more of his time to basket ball. Mr. Raysor, taking into consideration the amount of training he has had, is altogether an excel- lent player. Mr. J. Wannamaker, also of the ' Varsity baseball team, is another classy player. His steadiness and sureness of movement is characteristic of his playing. Messrs. Wrightson and Davidson are also players who deserve special mention. It is a surprising fact that all the men on the basket ball team are members of the Junior class. This is something of which the class should be proud. 151 Bressler, Instructor Herring, Captain HE gymnasium team gave its regular annual exhibition on the evening of the twenty-seventh of February. As a whole, the performance this year was some better than those given in former years. In two points more noticeable than in others is this true. First, the exhibition was carried thru with a snap and quickness that allowed of no dull moments to the audience. Second, great improvement has been made in the class of work that the team does. They are more difficult and thrilling than any seen here before. The team this year has some of the best athletes in college on it. Practice has been continuous thruout the year, and because of this the men are kept in the pink of physical condition. (). L. Herring of the present Senior Class trained the team this year. Mr. Herring is well qualified for this sort of work, having been a member of the gymnasium team for the past seven years. He is an acrobat of marked ability and skill, and well illustrates what hard training and continuous practice will do for a man. Mr. Keaton of the Junior Class is an athlete whom the team could ill afford to lose. He is one of the best all-round physical men in college. Among the younger members of the team, there are some to whom great futures as acrobats are open. They are Bouchier, Shell, and MacDonald. All of these are men of great promise. Trips to out-of-town colleges have been planned for the team. Greenville Female College, Lander, Limestone and other places will probably be visited. Large crowds always welcome the gymnasium team away from its home town. 154 155 laurensi Countp Club Motto: Abstain frorn strong drink Colors: Rye and Blue Steel Floaver: Mistletoe. MEMBERS W. C. Curry President W. C. Duncan Vice-President R. A. Gray . . . ' . . . Secretary J. B. Mahapfey Treasurer A. F. Mitchell . Keeper of Treasurer Z. L. Madden Judge H. S. Burdette Second Vice-President W. A. Davidson Dispenser Carlos Moseley . . . . . . . . . . Deputy Sheriff R. T. Wilson Sheriff 156 iWarion Count? Club W. Gary Nichols . C. V. Hays . Ben. R. Mullins, Jr Thos. Carlisle Montgomery E. BiiRK Roberts W. Boyd Baker Howard R. Monroe L. Capers Braddy J. RussEL Thompson J. T. Hayes . President Vice-President Secretary and Treasurer R. Boyd Stackhouse L. Odell Nichols Junius Law Wilcox Grady Davis Philip Hamer J. McKenzie J. Theo Monroe 157 158 Motto: To squeeze ' em Object: Tc hand lemons Meeting Place: In the shade of the old lemon tree Capital: ,50,000,000 lemons J. Russell Thompson Squeezer S. Bland Connor A lemon J. Marion Russell The jidce SEED Will S. Judy GussiE C. Hawkins M. Elbert Wiles Benjamin Yon Sam Wofford Martin M. Wilkes Charlie Charlisle 159 Yon Hawkins WoHord Carlisle Connor Wiles Judy Thompson Russel Wilkes LEMON SQUEEZERS 160 Motto: It ' s a long time between drinks. Headley Morris Cox Governor Chas. Wesley Rankin Lieutenant-Governor Geo. Kennedy Craig Secretary of State Robert Leighton Cox ... . . . . . . Chief Justice Edens Treasurer Cunningham Attorney-General These are the officers for the year 1929. Rankin Cox Craig Edens Cox, H. M. Cunningham NORTH CAROLINA CLUB 162 Motto: ' Tis better to have tried and lost than never to have tried at all Prompted by a laudable desire to decrease the number of bachelors in this great and glorious Country of ours, the High and Reverend Order of Spooners was organized. The only reciuirements for membership into this unfortunate tho honored band, is that the applicant shall have, on three successive occasions, played fairly and squarely in the game of matrimony. If he has failed the third time, and is in good standing, he may be admitted to the Club, and given a thorough Course in Spooning, and other branches of this venerable science. To the man who is married first will be presented a solid gold spoon, costing not less than twenty-five dollars. It is hoped that this prize may be an incentive to greater effort in their noble work, and a memento of the honored Order which has such a lofty purpose in view. It is also agreed that at this marriage will be the other four members, who will be bright lights in the bridal party. Our watchword is, Never give up, but as loyal spooners strive for the prize. The question is, Who will be the first one? 163 Tlnsley, D. D. Curry Hayes Murph Tinsley, A. E. Penney Anderson Smith Vha l a Clut) Motto: Nihil mortalibus ardui est Ambition: To make Walker Cottage famous in history Colors: Sky-green, and Pea-blue OFFICERS V— iNCENT Hayes, alias Grass Grand Chancellor D ' —ARCY Tinsley, alias Father Janitor A — RTHUR Tinsley, alias Possum Lawyer H — grace Anderson, alias Pretty Boy Treasurer T — HOMPSON Penney, alias Frau Secretary P—aul Murph, alias Minister Chaplain El— UGENE Smith, alias Old Socks Vice-Chancellor C—lyde Curry, alias Spider Legs . . . . . . Grand Mognl Note: All officers are regular members of club, and vice versa. 164 4 165 166 Hicks, Second. Tenor Hamer, First Tenor Curry, Second Bass Bressler, First Bass 167 l offorb College iJlusiical asigociation D. A. DuPre President T. F. Hill . ' ice-President and Secretary F. C. Huff Treasurer GLEE CLUB R. G. Bressler . . . . • . ' . . Director B. H. France Manager A. W. HoRTON Assistant Manager PERSONNEL OF CLUB First Tenor , Second Tenor Hamer, T. M. Hill, R. S. Hicks, R. B. Hill, T. F. horton, a. w. goolsby, r. a. Rankin, C. W. Monroe, J. T. Rogers, A. L. First Bass Second Boss Bressler, R. G. Curry, W. C. Crum, F. M. ■ Dibble, W. Y. Huff, T. C. France, B. H. Stephenson, E. P. Meadors, W. P. Montgomery, T. C. Pianist, Bomar, C. V. 168 Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father ivhich is in heaven ®itittv C. B. Dawsey President R. L. Keaton ice-President H. C. Hardin Secretary M.M.Brooks Treasurer CHAIRMEN OF COMMITTEES Bible Study W. Rankin Personal Work . . . . . ■ - D. L. Betts Handbook D. L. Betts Finance . M.M.Brooks Devotional I - L- Keaton Music W. C. Duncan Mission Work • • ■ • • S. B. Connor Mission Study . . • R.L.Newton jj jj P. B. Yarborough 169 DAWSEY, President ' 09- ' 10 MARION DARGAN, President ' 08- ' 09 ASSOCIATION - HALL 170 171 The ' oung Men ' s Christian Association is one of the strongest factors for good on the campus, in the development of moral and spiritual life, for the up- lifting of the boys to a higher plane of Christian living. Its aim is to get in close touch with every boy, and to try to help him and secure his co-operation in helping others, and in spreading a helpful influence in the college community. The Asso- ciation has so woven itself into the texture of college life, that now it is indispen- sable through its influence for good in all departments of college work. The object of the Association is: To promote growth in grace, and Christian fellowship among its members, an aggressive Christian work, especially by and for the students; to train them for Christian service, and lead them to devote their lives to Jesus Christ, no t only in distinctly religious callings, but also in secular pursuits. The devotional meetings are held in the Association Hall every Friday evening. These meetings are often conducted by Association members more often by public speakers. This turning aside from study, to meet together in active Christian work is a great help, adding zeal and earnestness to the work of the members, Ijringing them in touch with each other, thus adding to the home influence of the campus. One of the agencies through which the Y. ' SI. C. A. accomplishes great good is the personal work. Those boys who realize this great importance, and are willing to go out and talk with their fellow students and try to bring them to Christ, band themselves together, and by faith and prayer go and talk with their friends face to face. Many boys have been reached during the past years by personal workers. There are in the Association, six Bible Classes and three Mission Study Classes. By these classes, the boys are helped in the systematic study of the Bible. The Mission Study Classes, which are conducted by members of the student Volunteer Band, keep before the members of each class the great need of the Foreign Field. Every year there is held on the campus a series of meetings. These meetings do untold good in bringing the boys to a higher Christian life, giving a spiritual uplift to the campus. Many boys through its influence are led into the Christian life. 172 CENTRAL METHODIST CHURCH BETHEL METHODIST CHURCH FITTING SCHOOL RECITATION HALL 175 J. B. CLEVELAND SCIENCE HALL ISPBOFESSOK ' S RESIDENCE3S3 CAMPUS SCENE 177 CONVERSE 179 180 182 FITTING SCHOOL FACULTY 183 f t Jf itting cI)ool REPARATORY work has always l:)een necessary at Wofford College, and there has always l een a jjreparatory department. It has l:)een called by different names, such as Preparatory Department, Introductory Class, etc., but the work has been the same. At first it furnished a place for those boys who came to college un- prepared for the work, and gave the boys of Spartanburg a better preparation for college than they could get in the schools of the city, as the course offered led directly to the college classes. Since that time its sphere of usefulness has widened, and it has other reasons for being than the one named above. Now, many boys who have no intention of entering college, take up the work of the preparatory department. They wish to have one or two years of thorough training, and to lay a foundation upon which they may build in after life, altho denied the guiding hand of a teacher. Then, there are boys who expect to go to college, and who could be fairly well prepared in the home school ; but they want to begin the college life with something better than the ordinary training. It is not simply to enter college, but to enter with some degree of advantage. So the place of the preparatory department has been changed. From being a mere appendage to the college, looking to it for a reason for living, it has come to stand more and more by itself, and is doing a work more distinctively its own. The opportunity to do this was offered in 1887, when it became an institution somewhat separate from the college. In an article in the Southern Christian Advocate for August 27, 1891, Rev. A. Coke Smith (late Bishop Smith) tells of this separation, and of the change from the preparatory department to the Fitting School, as it is to-day. He says that in the winter of 1S86-7, while he was the financial agent of Wofford College, the thought came to him that the property of the old Spartanburg Female College would be the very thing for the Fitting School. The place was offered for .1R9,000. At Bamberg, S. C, he brought the matter before the District Conference. It was decided to form a joint stock company; but this plan was afterward changed, and the property was bought by the church. Bonds were issued and sold, the school furniture purchased, and everything was in order for the opening on October 1, 1887. Prof. A. G. Rembert was elected Head Master. The enrollment for the first year was sixty-one. This was an increase of twenty-five over the previous year. In 1895 the school property was sold, and the school moved again to the College Campus. The Alumni Hall (now Archer Hall) was used both as a dormitory and a reci- tation building. In ,Iune, 1897, Professor A. G Rembert, who had been elected to the Chair of Greek in Wofford College, resigned, and Mr. A. Mason DuPre was 184 elected Head Master. In January, 1901, the school building was destroyed by fire. By November of the same year a new building had been erected near the old one, and the old building repaired. The new building is the first home the school has had built for it, A building for recitation purposes was erected in 1906. It is a two-story brick building, containing five classrooms and a chapel, and is fitted up with all conveniences for school work. It is not necessary to speak of the work done in the Fitting School. As to numbers, the school has grown from sixty-one, for the first year, to one hundred and forty for this year (1908-9). It is interesting to notice the increase in numbers at the College after the Fitting School in its present connection (that is separate from the College) was established. In four years the enrollment went from seventy- two to one hundred and thirty-six. Evidently the Fitting School has had some- thing to do with this increase. 185 T. W. BoucHiER, President J. T. MoNROio, ' ife-President J. M. Rushton, Secretary BoucHiEK, T. W. ., Marlboro, S. C. BuicE, W. S - . . . York, S. C. Graydon, W. M. Abbeville, S. C. Hall, D . . Fairfield, S. C. Hyer, J. C Aiken, S. C. 1S6 King, L. S Kershaw, S. C LiGON, C. R Anderson, S. C. Merchant, S Spartanburg, S. C. Monroe, J. T • ■ ■ ■ Marion, S. C. MouNCE, E. T. . ... • • ■ Spartanburg, S. C. PosTON, E Cherokee, S. C. RowE, W. J., Jn , Horry, S. C. RusHTON, J. M. Marlboro, S. C. Sprott, J. iNI . . . . . ■ ■ ■ Spartanburg, S. C. Stackhouse, J. M • ■ ■ York, S. C Tarr. nt, W. T., Jr Lexington, S. C. TowNSENi), H. J Marlboro, S. C. Wolfe, J. C • • ■ Orangeburg, S. C. Zkigler, T. a Orangeburg, S. C. 187 188 Jf itting cf)aol Kl)irb Clas si W. W. Watson, President B. Cox, Vice-President B. Davenport, Secretary Adams, W. A ' ■ ■ ' Greenville, S. C. Alexandria, J. B. , Kershaw, S. C. Barnes, E. M York, S. C. Berry, H. . • ■ Marion, S. C. BiGHAM, R Chester, S. C. Breeden, K. . . . . . ■. . ■ ■ Marlboro, S. C. Breeden, p. L Marlboro, S. C. Canon, H. W • Chatham, Ga. Carlisle, A. R ■ Spartanburg, S. C Copeland, M. L Laurens, S. C. Cox, W. B., Jr Chester, S. C. Davenport, B Greenwood, S. C. DuBosE, H. P Lee, S. C. Dunbar, I. D Union, S. C. Feagan, H. T Spartanburg, S. C. Gibson, M. L Scotland, N. C. Gleaton, W . Florence, S. C. Grier, L Spartanburg, S. C. Hayes, 0. J • • ■ Marion, S. C. Holcombe, L . . . Spartanburg, S. C. Jackson, O Marion, S. C. Jenkins, A. C Oconee, S. C. Johnson, H. J., Jr Spartanburg, S. C. Johnston, P. J., Jr Dorchester, S. C. Lachicotte, N. S Georgetown, S. C. Lawton, p. . Spartanburg, S. C. Leysath, H. H Orangeburg, S. C. LusK, F. . . . . . . . . Oconee, S. C. Matheny, J. M Saluda, S. C. McCuLLOCH, J. • Cherokee, S. C. McCutcheon, J. A Lee, S. C. ■ McDonald, C Spartanburg, S. C. McDowell, J. W. . , Spartanburg, S. C. McMaster, J. F. • Fairfield, S. C. ' McMillan, G. A. . . . . . . . Laurens, S. C. MtWniTE, G. C. . Henderson, N. C. 189 McWhirter, J. A. Union, S. C. Nettles, L. C Spartanburg, S. C. Palmer, G. W Anderson, S. C. Perrin, J. L., Jr Abbeville, S. C. Phillips, W. D Orangeburg, S. C. Pitts, J. G. Laurens, 8. C. Rogers, J. F Abbeville, S. C. Sprott, T. J Spartanburg, S. C. Watson, W. W Beaufort, S. C. Williams, E Spartanburg, S. C. Williams, Leon Spartanburg, S. C. Williams, P. P Spartanburg, S. C. Wilson, L. W Barnwell, S. C. Wright, W. H Saluda, S. C. Simpson, J. R. - . . Laurens, S. C. Whitehead, R Spartanburg, S. C. 190 OFFICERS OF CLASS. H. L. Moore, President J. W. Wilkinson, Vice-President D. M. Cox, Secretary Anderson, H Columbus, N. C Anderson, P. W. . ■ Spartanburg, S. C. Atkinson, J Buncombe, N. C. Bodie, W. L ■ Lexington Bramlett, W. a . Spartanburg, S. C. Brown, J. E Spartanburg, S. C. Cash, J Spartanburg, S. C. CoTHRAN, T Spartanburg, S. C. Cox, D. M Chester, S. C. Crews, C. W Spartanburg, S. C. Cross, R. . ... . . . . • • Chester, S. C. Curtis, H. . , . Clarendon, S. C. Edmunds, L Richland, S. C. Ferguson, F.L. . . Abbeville, S. C. Ferguson, L. H. Abbeville, S. C. 191 Good, R. F Graham, E. M Hallman, S. S Harley, J. HuTTO, G. A Hyatt, F. H., Jr .... Johnson, H. R Johnson, R. J King, J. A Lemmon, E Long, A Lucas, E McCreary, G McGhee, H McLuRE, D. Mc.L. McWhirter, E Moore, H. C . . MUCKENFUSS, G. L Owens, G. R Porter, O Ragan, H. M Reid, L. C. . ' Santos, C Scarborough, D. C Segars, J. B. .... Smoak, R Stanton, G Swygert, Chas . . . . . Tessier, Geo Thrower, H. T Welling, A. . ' . Wham, F White, L. Whitman, D Wilkinson, J. W . Williams, F. . . Williams, J. D. Williams, Loyd . . .. . Wilson, J. F Wood, H. D. Woodberry, C woodley, m Young, B. G. .... 192 York, S. C. Horry, S. C. Spartanburg, S. C. Spartanburg, S. C. Spartanburg, S. C. Richland, S. C. Georgetown, S. C. Henderson, N. C. Spartanburg, S. C. Lee, S. C. York, S. C. Laurens, S. C. Henderson, N. C. Henderson, N. C. Lee, S. C. Union, S. C. Cherokee, S. C. Dorchester, S. C. Laurens, S. C. Lancaster, S. C. Spartanburg, S. C. Chesterfield, S. C. Beaufort, S. C. Lee, S, C. Sumter, S. C. Spartanburg, S. C. Marlboro, S. C. Lexington, S. C. Spartanburg, S. C. Lexington, S. C. Darlington, S. C. Laurens, S. C. Spartanburg, S. C. Spartanburg, S. C. York, S. C. Spartanburg, S. C. Berkeley, S. C. Spartanburg, S. C. Leon, Fla. Cherokee, S. C. Williamsburg, S. C. Sumter, S. C. Anderson, S. C. Jfittins Retool Jf ir£it Ctosi J. R. WiLKiNS, President C. Lyles, Vice-President H. : IcCravy Dearyberry, L Spartanburg, S. C. Floavers, S. Lee, S. C. Garner, D - . . Union, S. C. Layton, W. Spartanburg, S. C. LoANE, D. Washington, N. C. Lyles, A. C Chester, S. C. Lyles, .J. R Scotland, N. C. McCrayy, H . . . Spartanburg, S. C. Sprott, J. E. . . : Spartanburg, S. C. Wham, C Laurens, S. C. WiLKiNS, J. R . . Spartanburg, S. C. 193 J. T. Pitts Euice W. C. Moore P. J. Johnson Y. M. C A. OFFICERS 194 J. C. WATSON President of Legare Literary Society W. B. COX President of Carlisle Literary Society 196 IT PAYS TO ADVERTISE. PURLOCK 197 THE DAWN OF PEN SATISFACTION For examinations, class-room notes and home study, a good fountain pen is the source of continuous satisfaction. It is one of those necessary pocket acquisitions that is always useful and leads to better work. Waterman ' s Ideals are made of the best materials and on a scientific basis. The wide range of styles, sizes and pen points makes possible the purchase of a style which will be permanently satisfactory. FROM ALL DEALERS LOOK FOR THE GLOBE TR ADE- M A R K, IT IS OUR GUARANTEE. 742 Morkel Si.. S si 12 ColJ« L ne. Londo a a a a a a a a a a ' S, Si Si S3 S3 55 •55 S3 S5 ?3 5? s; S3 S5 S3 S5 S3 Si Si S5 Si S3 Contjersie College Robert P. Pell, Litt. D., President Spartanburg, S. C. A High Grade College ior Women Conservatory ol Music School ol Art Non-denominational, but Distinctly Christian. 1| Healthful location near Blue Ridge Mountains. Complete Appointments as Home and College. Large Faculty and varied facilities for Instruction. Attractive Designs and Values A large stock of Silver, Cut Glass, Hand-Painted China marked at prices that will make it pay you to buy NOW. We also have the largest vari- ety of Spring Jewelry. At- tractive in Designs as well as in prices. Call to see us. SPIGEL BROS. Jewelers and Opticians Sign of the Big Clock, next to the Bank of Spartanburg a a a a a a a a a a n S3 i WHITTINGTON ' S DRUG STORE I 1 DOWNTOWN HEADQUARTERS | I FOR COLLEGE BOYS | ?3 Corner East Main and South Church Streets ELMORE SMITH CO. 1887 - - 1909 Wofford College Fitting School High Grade Preparatory School n Young Men who are Swell Dressers will always find ss I IN OUR line of MEN ' S SHOKS The Best Things I ■53 23. I Newest Styles, The Greatest Variety of Leathers | ■53 a S3 r ■55 The $3.50 and $4.00 Shoes are made in g 1 same styles as the $5.00 and $6.00 ones a S3 S3 a a a _ _ _a , , a a 1 SPARTANBURG, S. C. . | S3 a n a I A. MASON DuPRE, A. B., A. M., Head Master a S3 a. Large Faculty Electric Light § Limited Number of Students Steam Heat § Small Classes Gymnasium | Well Equipped Flant Lyceum Course Two Large Dormitories and Best Library Facilities a a a One Recitation Building, all Brick § S3 - a I cataTo ue Charges, $150 for the Year | S3 a S3 a •55 ?3 •E3 ?3 a? a . S5 ?3 Si 3 Si Capital - - - - - n § Stockholders ' Liability Si P Surplus, - - - - - First National Bank of Spartanburg, S. C. 50o,ooo.oo 500,000.00 50,000.00 OFFICERS W. E. Burnett, President J. B. Cleveland, Vice-President A. M. Chreitzberg, Cashier S. B. Jones, Assistant Cashier Fidelity Loan Trust Co. ol Spartanburg, S. C. Capital $30,000 Surplus $43,000 W. E. Burnett, President T. M. EviNS, Treasurer R. K. Carson, Attorney 4 and 4 2 Per Cent. Interest Paid on Deposits DIRECTORS A. H. Twichell W. E. Burnett J. F. Cle -eland W. S. Manning J. B. Cle ' eland Jesse Cle eland ' • ss ss JS ss !S SS ss 23. SS SS SS ss ss Ss a ss ss ss £S SS SS ss ss !S SS SS ss ss ss ss ss ss ss Ss ss SS ss ss !S ss Tlie DuPre Bool Store SPARTANBURG, S. C. Books, Stationery and Pictures I The Largest Book Store in Upper Carolina Si Students of WofEord are Patrons of this Historic Place S) ?3 S5 Mr. and Mrs. H. Bernhardt and cheap too. £S 2a ss a a £S . !S a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a Cannon Fetzer Company Highest Grade Clothing Stetson Hats and Furnishing Goods Opposite Argyle Hotel SPARTANBURG, S. C. Productions We mean exactly what we say about our clothes. They are the best ex- amples of high- class tailoring ever offered ready for your service. Suits at $10 to $35 1 he largest col- lection of haber- dashery to be found in the city. Panama Hats in Great variety Our guarantee is always money back if you want it. M. G: Id reenewa The leading Clothier Hatter West Main Street l offorb College Journal Published by Literary Societies of Wofford College Subscription rates $1.50 per year New Stand Ijr If a bank was located in the center of the shopping district, would that not be convenient for you? Investi- gate the location of The Central National Bank at Palmetto Corner and open a check- ing account with them. JOHN A. LAW, President WM. A. LAW, Vice-President JOHN W. SIMPSON, Vice-Pres. CHARLES C. KIRBY, Cashier C. R. STONE, Asst. Cashier M. E. BOWDEN, Asst. Cashier ' ' Four per cent, and safety ' a ss is a ss ss is a ss ss ss ss ss ss iS ss a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a ?3 Joseph T. Johnson J. Wright Nash n 1 1 JOHNSON NASH g ATTORNEYS AT LAW S3 S3 S5 ■55 Spartanburg, S3 S5 South Carolina Geo. W. Nicholls Sam J. Nicholls | k sa NICHOLLS NICHOLLS I ATTORNEYS AT LAW | S3 Spartanburg, South Carolina Stanvarne Wilson H. K. Osborne S3 sg 1 WILSON OSBORNE I ATTORNEYS AT LAW Sj Si . Spartanburg. S3 South Carolina JOHN GARY EVANS ATTORNEY AT LAW Spartanburg, - - South Carolina S3 Jno. W. Carhsle Howard B. Cariisle S3 ■ ' S3 I CARLISLE CARLISLE S3 S3 ATTORNEYS AT LAW S3 15 S3 S3 S3 Si Spartanburg, - - South Carolina S3 S) CHAS. P. WOFFORD ATTORNEY AT LAW Spartanburg, South Carolina SS. SS S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 Si S3 S3 1 SIMPSON BOMAR S3 1 ATTORNEYS AT LAW Si ?3 S3 S3 2 Spartanburg, - - South Carolina S3 S3 S3 Stobo J. Simpson Horace L. Bomar S5 ES Ralph K. Carson Jesse W. Boyd to ES £S SS CARSON BOYD | to. ATTORNEYS AT LAW SS SS SS SS Spartanburg, - - South Carolina SS Si -a S3 S3 S) Si ■23 S5 S3 Si Si Si Si S3 ?3 Si ■ S3 S3 S) S5 Si S; Si Si Si S3 Si S3 Si Si S3 S3 Si S5 ?3 S3 - n S5 5 S3 S3 S3 S3 ?3 S3 Si Si Si Si Si S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S5 Si E. L. HERTZOG General Building AND Construction T H CARLISLE Jr REAL ESTATE Phone 787 Spartanburg, S. C. CORRELL ' S solicits your business. ' ail or- ders receive prompt attention... Spartanburg, South Carolina A. M. Law Co. STOCKS BONDS INSURANCE Spartanburg, South Carolina Magnolia Barber Shop Hot and Cold Baths Shower Baths Vibiatory Massage for Health and Beauty ' Polite attention to all 107 Magnolia Street Worth Littlejohn, Proprietor r . o 1 1 p p p S h 0 n A Fresh Line of Home- Made Canbie w jFancp jFruits; N. S. 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Lively Phone 2512 Regal Oxfords Snappy College Styles for the well-dressed students For sale by The Fashion Shoe Co. 122 East Main Street I S H- O P S Opposite our old stand Students ' Headquarters Come to see us, we have everything you want to Eat, Drink and Smoke A. J. BISHOP CO., 105 EAST MAIN STREET ' 23. SS SS. SS ea SS. SS a SS SS 23. SS SS SS SS SS SS SS SS SS SS SS SS SS. SS SS S3 -a Si S3 ■3, S3 Si S3 Si Si SI Si ii Si S3 Si Si Si S3 . So Si S3 S3 S3 « S3 S3 Si Si Si S3 BAND WHITE ALL KINDS OF College and Commercial Printing SPARTANBURG, S. C. HOTEL FINCH W. T. FINCH, Proprietor Everything new throughout. All necessary conveniences. 45 bed rooms, i6 with bath. Prices $2.00, $2.50 and $3.00 per day. Ligon ' s Drug Store Agency for Rastman Kodaks a?id Supplies Corner Church and Main Sts. The Dollar Savings Bank Organized 1907 Capital $50,000 Deposits over $100,000 We solicit your account Arch B. Calvert. Pres. Jos. T. Johnson, Vice-Pres. T. J. Boyd, Cashier ES a n a ss a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a SPARTAN INN J. E. JOHNSON, Proprietor Si ' ■ I I Wofford College I 1 HENRY N. SNYDER, A. M., LL. P., Litt. D. President. i ■a = ss, « I 1 n WO degrees, A. B. and A. M. Four | I courses leading to the A. B. Degree. | I Twelve Professors; Departments: Etn ICS, 1 competent director. J. B. Cleveland Science Hall. Athletic grounds. Course J. A. GAMEWELL, Secretary SPARTANBURG, S. C. Astronomy, Mathematics, Physics, Chem- istry, Biology and Geology, Latin, Greek, English, German and French, History and Economics, Library and Librarian. I I The W. E. Burnett Gymnasium, under a I 1 of lectures by the ablest men on the plat S3 form. Rare musical opportunities. Table | board from $10.00 to $12.00 a month. Next session begins September 16th. For Catalogue or other inform.ation address