Wofford College - Bohemian Yearbook (Spartanburg, SC)

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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

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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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James M. Barr Leesville, S. C. Jim entered our class in the Junior year and would have finished with us had not his eyes failed only a few months before graduation. Regretting very much that we have lost him and extending to him our sincerest sympathy, we hope that he may yet recover his eye-sight suffi- ciently to finish his course in Wofford College. Leonard Porter Anderson, Richburg, S. C. Like a flower that cannot all unfold. Member of Preston Literary Society. iMember of Y. M. C. A. Cabinet. This face certainly looked simple, surelj ' we have seen it before. O, yes, this is Anderson, the Porter Anderson. He was in a class ahead of us, but when he saw us he decided he wanted to be our Por- ter, hence he dropped aside and waited for us. He has made us a good one and we gladly recommend him for such services.