Wofford College - Bohemian Yearbook (Spartanburg, SC)

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BURDETTE MAC ASBILL Ridge Springs, S. C. Shaped by himself with newly learned art. Corresponding Secretary, Monthly Orator, Recording Secretary, and First Critic, Calhoun Literary Society; Manager Tennis Associa- tion, ' i2- ' 13; Inter-Collegiate Tennis Team, ' lO- ' ll, Tl- ' 12, ' 12- ' 13; Winner Marshall- Moore Tennis Trophy, ' 11- ' 12, ' 12- ' 13; Presi- dent Inter-Collegiate Tennis Association; Class Baseball, ' OQ- ' IO, ' lO- ' ll, ' 11- ' 12; Varsity Baseball, ' 09-10; Chairman Inter-Society Committee; Assistant Art Editor Bohemian, ■09- ' 10; Assistant Athletic Editor Bohemian ; Vice-President Executive Committee, S. C. I. O. A. ; Member Executive Committee Athletic Association; Sophomore Marshal; College Marshal; Member Wofford College Council, ' 12- ' 13; Chairman Lyceum Com- mittee, ' 12- ' 13. Mack is one of those mixtures of per- sonality which is hard to explain. He was very conscientious in the performance of every assigned duty, and the regularity and promptness with which he attended gym will be a help and inspiration to boys for centuries to come. JAMES EARLE BETHEA Dillon, S. C. He lards the lean earth as he zmlks along. Entered ' 10; First Critic, Third Critic, Corresponding Secretary, Recording Secre- tary Monthly Orator, and President, Calhoun Literary Society; Marshal Sophomore-Jumor Debate ' lO- ' ll; Chief Marshal, ' 11- 12; Class Football, ' lO- ' ll, ' 11- ' 12, •12- ' 13; Vice-Presi- dent Class, ' 12- ' 13; Class Prophet, 12-13; Class Historian, ' 11- ' 12; Vice-President and President Student Body ; Assistant Art Editor Bohemian, ' lO- ' ll, ' 11- ' 12; Art Editor ' 12- lo; Member College Council, ' 11- 12, 12- 13. Sweety, just about as big around as he is tall, is one of the j oiliest fellows m our class If you want to have any fun, and need any help, just call on Sweety. You may find him on Main Street any afternoon except Sunday, then he is on East Mam. There is nothing that Sweety would rather hear than the hoot of the Owls on Converse campus. 16

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Class orm wish that an angel my harp would inspire, And tune it to ring with celestial fire; I wish a kind muse would but touch my tongue, And I would then sing as no mortal e ' er sung: As over these strings my fingers would brush, The music would shame the siveet-singing Thrush; And forth from my lyre would come such a note As never proceeded from Nightingale ' s throat! But however feeble my singing may seem, ; I could not desire a loftier theme; i And tho ' from my harp no melody float. Be assured that the heart would speak in each note. The strings may complain as their message they bear. Yet friendship and love are voiced in each air; The harp it may quiver — its chords being pressed — But gentlest of passions ' tivould stir in the breast. The strings, touched again, resume the old theme, And striking them softly, I ' m lost in a dream: A bcjewelcd Tiara of Friendship is seen. Which is worn by a maiden bedecked like a queen. Each jewel is set in a mounting of gold. And forty rich gems the tiara doth hold ; The gems glisten bright, like the stars up above — They ' re twice tiventy souls united in love! The chain of rich gems is broken one day. When a jewel is plucked, from its setting, away; Of another, then others, the crown is bereft. Till only a half of the jewels are left. And yet other gems the maiden doth take — Alas! What a pity such links she should break! But the gems are not spurned — not cast to the ground — They are only transferred to a still brighter crown! Dost think that the jewels their luster have shed. As from their rich mountings of gold they have sped? Nay, friends, they have not, for — like beacons at night — Their splendor continues, and shines ever bright. The light from a star still brilliant appears. Tho ' the star is extinct — and has been for years; And a halo of glory is left by each gem. Which even the Shadow of Death may not dim! The heart strings grow weary with playing so long. But never a moment they pause in the song: ' Tis the note of our friendship — a voice from the past — And as long as we live, our friendship will last. ' Twill not fade, like the light, as the day nears its close. Or lose aught of fragrance — as loses the rose; But Time will the gold of oiir friendship refine. And ' twill mellow with age, like the bright, sparkling wine! D. L. Edwards. 15

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HUGH SNODDY BLACK Spartanburg, S. C. Conceit in weakest bodies strongest zvorks. Third Critic and First Censor Calhoun Literary Society; Secretary and Treasurer Class, ' 09- ' 10; Member Revellers Club; Class Baseball, four years; Class Basket-ball, four years; All-State Baseball Team, Tl- ' 12; Named on All-Southern Baseball Team, ' 11- •12; Varsity Baseball, W- ' IO, ' lO- ' ll, ' 11- ' 12; Varsity Basket-ball, ' 12- ' 13; President Town Boys ' Club, ' 11- ' 12. Hughie hates two people in this world, himself and his big Bubber, since he talks about these two all the time— when the ladies are not the main topic. Hugh is a ball player, mostly basket and baseball, though he will sometimes take it with music and a dyke. The Giants and the Red Sox will have him as the prize, to play for, at the next world ' s series. FRANCIS SOUTER BLAIR ROCKTON, S. C. A little learning is a dangerous thing, Drink deep or taste not the Pierian spring. Monthly Orator, Second Censor, Third Censor, Recording Secretary, Second Critic, and First Critic, two terms, Preston Literary Society ; Marshal Junior-Sophomore Debate ; Class Football, TO- ' ll, Tl- ' 12, T2- ' 13. In this age of utilitarianism we find few true philosophers, but here is one. Fish b gan to think the first night he arrived on the campus, and since then he has gradually developed his thinking apparatus. His greatest problem now is thinking how to keep from having to think. Keep your eye on him, he will be easily distinguishecl by his philosophical walk. Fish ' s future is secure, if he can just keep clear of frills; but present tendencies seem to indicate the worst. 17