Wofford College - Bohemian Yearbook (Spartanburg, SC)

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Class Poem The evening shadows lingering have gone, The golden sun sinks slowly in the blue, How glows the parting gleams ! How calm the breeze ! Then night lets fall a robe of deepest hue; This toilsome day we ' ve tottered with our tasks, And wearily we ' ve climbed this lofty peak, We ' ve sighed and watched the slowly moving sun, Till now this sunset brings the end we seek. This college day of four long years is o ' er. To watch its sunset we have waited long. How calm ! How peaceful is the end. How sweet Its lingering moments make our parting song. We ' ve fought so long the blast of this hard life, And though through strife we ' ve gained the long sought Classmates ' tis sad — -but we must say farewell. Ere we shall part to climb life ' s rugged knoll. Farewell to thee our old Ahna Mater, How long we ' ve labored in thy stately halls, ' Twas thou who took us by our youthful hands. And led us forth to face the world ' s great calls; Though still we love thee we must each be gone, To face the tasks of Hfe God doth assign. There toiling we shall ever think of thee, Ane ever proud to know that we are thine. To you kind masters we must say farewell, How faithful you have toiled to lead us on! Always with care and patience, you have led Us back to lofty paths from which we ' d gone. We ' ll miss you when we face the battling world, For there we ' ll find no hand to guide us through. And not till then we ' ll truly give you thanks. For friendly deeds you ' ve never failed to do. And now classmates a last farewell to you, Our ever toiling days are over here. But this old world is strong and hard to move. And we ' ll unite our strength again out there; So put aside your grief and deeper plant Some kind and noble thought of friends who ' re true, Then pause and think that we perhaps may part, No more to meet while earthly tasks we do. Remember classmates as you face this world, There ' s nothing grander than a noble life; So then strive not for fame, nor earthly wealth. But help to free men ' s souls from crushing strife; And soul to soul live with thy fellow-man, And hand in hand walk with thy Savior blest, Thus friend to God and man a voice we ' ll wait: Come unto me and I will give thee rest. E. K. Epps. 19

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book he knew and loved so well, the Bible. Among his last words to the Wofford students, delivered from the college rostrum, were Wofford students are gentlemen. Are we measuring up to these words? We shall never look upon his like again. ' Twas an inspiration just to see him, to say nothing of having been in his lecture room. He is gone but his memory lives. The pall bearers from our class were: M. S. Lively and D. T. Ouzts. Ch. ' .pte? IV The Senior Class We are seniors. What does it mean? Soon we say good-bye to the college we have learned to love so well. Our officers this year are: President, T. E. Crane ; Vice-President, H. G. Hardin; Secretary and Treasurer, D. T. Ouzts; Poet, E. K. Epps; Prophet, T. H. Campbell; Historian, W. J. McGarity. H. Hucks is Editor-in-chief of the Journal with W. R. Wightmaii as Business Manager. The Editor-in-chief of the Bohemian is T. E. Crane and O. C. Bennett, Business Manager. H. G. Hardin is president of the student body, and C. E. DuPont president of the Y. M. C. A. The literary society presidents have been Calhoun, E. K. Epps, W. J. McGarity. W. Y. Dillard, Jr., and P. H. Thomp- son; Carlisle, O. C. Bennett, M. M. Brooks, H. Hucks, and J. C. Wrightson; Preston, H. G. Hardin, T. E. Crane, C. E. DuPont, and W. P. Meadors, Jr. Mr. Wrightson was one of the representatives in the Davidson-Wofford debate, and W. V. Dibble goes to Greenwood this year to represent us in the Oratorical Contest. Our commencement speakers are: H. G. Hardin, H. Hucks, H. Langford, M. S. Lively, W. J. McGarity and D. T. Ouzts. Conclusion We are standing at the close of our college course. Ere long we begin alone the work which lies before us. Success is brought by continued labor and continued watchful- ness. We must struggle on, not for one moment hesitate, nor take one backward step for in the language of the poet: The gates of hell are open night and day, Smooth the descent and easy is the way; But to return and view the cheerful skies, In this, the task and mighty labor lies. Our long and happy association is nearing an end. We have esteemed each other, loved each other, and must with each other part, and we feel that the separation soon to take place between most of us will be final and forever. W. Jay McGarity. i8

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Broadus DeWitt Alexander, Woodruff, S. C. The muscles of his brawny arms, Are strong as iron bands. Vice-president, First and Second Critic, Recording Secretary, Sophomore Orator of Calhoun Liter- ary Society. Winner of Calhoun Essay Medal. Class Football Team ' oy- ' oS, ' oS- ' og, ' og- ' io; Captain of Senior Team in ' lo- ' ii. Member of Gym Team ' 09- ' lo. Basketball Team. Broadus DeWitt Alexander, alias B. B. Aiken, hails from the metropolis of Woodruff, S. C, on the trunk line of the C. .W. C. Railroad. Alex is not really dangerous although the fact of his having so many ahases would seem to point that way. The only thing the matter with . lex is that he is addicted to writing short stories, and the sad part of it is that often they get into the Journal. Horace Brockman Anderson, Moore, S. C. His speech ivas a fine sample on llie whole, Of rhetoric which the learned call rigmarole. First Censor of Preston Literary Society; Historian of Class og- ' io; Member of Senior Baseball Team ' lo- ' ii. Horace claims to be a hard student, but if he is, it is studying how to spend the most time down street without missing any classes. On rainy days he stays in and says: There ' ll be no Converse girls out this day; so I ' ll stay in. His other spe- cialty is writing letters muchly filled with quota- tions from other poets as well as from Mr. H. B. Anderson. 20