Wofford College - Bohemian Yearbook (Spartanburg, SC)

Text from Pages 1 - 248 of the 1914 volume:

Iff. , ' i W BofiE Wi Volume VII 1914 the Slvi rB ay WOFF2RD COLLEGE dr ar Dur , SC. Page Frontispiece , 2 Greetings = : 5 Dedication ; 6 Staff ; 8 Faculty :. 10 The Senior Girl 12 Officers Class ' 14 ; 14 Seniok Officers 16 Class Poem ; _ 17 Senior Photographs 18 Senior Class History : 46 Senior Class Prophecy : 49 Juniors ; 57 Sophomores ' 65 Freshmen _; _. 73 Calhoun Society 82 Carlisle Society _ 86 Preston Society ; 90 Literary Department 94 Oratorical Events _ _ 119 Athletics 129 Organizations 157 Clubs 1 181 Ads : 217 Co ©ur e otijers If I were hanged on the highest hill. Mother o ' mine, 0 mother o ' mine! I know whose love would follow me still, Mother o ' mine, 0 mother o ' mine! If I were drowned in the deepest sea. Mother o ' mine, 0 mother o ' mine! I know whose tears would come down to me, Mother o ' mine, 0 mother o ' mine! If I were damned of body and soul, I know whose prayers would make me whole, Mother o ' mine, 0 moth er o ' mine! — Kipling. 6 Perry Print— Copyright 1910 by E. A. Perry The Perry Pictures Company Walden, Mass FOREWORD Kind reader, this is what we ' ve done: We ' ve fought our fight, our honors won; And though we ' ve wrought a faulty deed, This book we make for you to read. Our many faults, pray you, forgive; May nothing else but merit live Within your wise and noble mind, And may you seek naught else to find. Our fondest hopes, our purest dreams, Are flying to that realm which seems A reverie, and seem no more To beckon to us as of yore. Then, reader, pardon what may seem To have no fragrance of a dream. With earnest effort, purpose true, We ' ve done the best that we could do. C C SHELL ' Editor-in-Chief M B PATRICK Assistant Editor-in-Chief WM. H. SMITH.... ..-Literary Editor ] J. RILEY ] „ W G. RAMSEUR j - ssjstant Literary Editors J T. HUGGINS J L. J. CAUTHEN Business Manager R J SYFAN .: .Assistant Business Manager -. „ -n-mr-c- Advertising Manager L. K. ,BKl(-t H MANNING Assistant Advertising Manager E. ' W. HOOK.III ; Akt Editor H. L. CLIN KSC ALES ) Assistant Art Editors VV G. ARIAIL J. E. BURCH : Athletic Editor W. M. MELVIN ) R. L. OSBORNE ...Assistant Athletic Editors E. M. WHARTON J S Hl -CLINKSCALF.5- ' I5- H. N. SNYDER, A. M.. Litt. D.. LL. D President PROFESSOR OF ENGLISH D. A. DuPRE, A. M I Treasurer PROFESSOR OF PHYSICS AND GEOLOGY J. A. GAMEWELL, A. M Secretary PROFESSOR OF LATIN A. G. REMBERT, A. M. E. H. SHULER, B. E. PROFESSOR OF GREEK AND BIBLE PROFESSOR OF APPLIED MATHEMATICS J. G. CLINKSCALES, A. M. W. L. PUGH, A. M., Ph. D. PROFESSOR OF MATHEMATICS PROFESSOR OF ENGLISH D. D. WALLACE. A. M, Ph. D. A. M. DuPRE, A. M. PROFESSOR OF HTSTORY AND ECONOMICS ASSISTANT PROFESSOR LATIN AND GERMAN C. B. WALLER, A. M., Ph. D.. J. W. SCOTT, A. B. PROFESSOR OF CHEMISTRY ' AND BIOLOGY ASSISTANT PROFESSOR OF CHEMISTRY AND PHYSICS W. A. COLWELL, M. A., Ph. D. PROFESSOR OF FRENCH AND GERMAN R. L. KEATON INSTRUCTOR OF GYMNASIUM MISS MARY S. DuPRE LIBRARIAN IBoaro of €ui0tee0 J. Lyles Glenn, President J. A. McCullough W. E. Burnett, Secretary B. Hart Moss Rev. R. A. Child H. B. Carlisle Rev. Jas. W. Kilgo - Rev. W. T. Duncan John B. Cleveland Rev. F. H. Shuler Henry P. Williams W. F. Stackhouse Rev. D. M. McLeod 10 .Faculty OFFICERS OF THE OF 1914 H ' LCUNK3Cft|.ES ' -. FRESHMAN F. A. GOSNELL . President J. I. ROBINSON Vice-President W. W. STEADMAN Secretary and Treasurer R. C. MARSCHER , Historian SOPHOMORE L. K. BRICE President L J CAUTHEN Vice-President W. C BETHEA : Secretary J. E. BURCH ' - Treasurer WM. H SMTTH ■ Historian JUNIOR J. E. BURCH President T. B. GRENEKER : Vice-President S. G. LAYTON - • Secretary M. B. PATRICK Treasurer C. C. SHELL Historian 14 Officers of Class of 1914 Senior Class Officers M. B. PATRICK President T. C. HERBERT ....Vice-President J. HUGH ANDERSON ....Secretary LeROY MOORE ...Treasurer L. A. MOVER - •- ' • Prophet YYM. H. SMITH • Historian J. E. FORD ....Poet 16 1 Class poem Could the sorrows and the cares of life and every evil thing Be but changed to joys and pleasures which within the soul would smg, Could we always hear the ringing of the bells of hope and cheer. And could hearts be filled with gladness, free from every doubt or tea, , Truly then would man ' s endeavors and his labors be in vain , _ For there then would be no motive save to augment selhsh gam. But there ' s need, yes, need of manhood, pure and true and brave and strong, To enlist with right contesting valiantly against the wrong. There ' s a pealing of the life-bell corning clearly from afar. Souls there are with life-blood bowing, hope to them no shining star. Comrades, such a world we ' re facing, filled with servitude and hate, There is darkness, crime and sin and sadness dreadful to relate. If we bring this world some brightness; if we make it joy to live, If some soul by our true service thus is taught its life to give; Surely then will earth be cheerful and the darkness turned to light, And the dawn will come in splendor, driving out the shades of night. We, perhaps, have been discouraged, often longing for this day, Trusting ever that successes might all failures drive away. nd our hopes and high ambitions which the fleeting clays have brought One by one in quick succession in our natures have been wrought. Fifty-six strong, noble comrades, let us bravely to ' the fray,_ Faithful, earnest, constant, trusting, striving while as yet ' tis day; Aiming not in selfish motive, wanting fame or jeweled crown, But in simple resignation seek our brother to renown. When the mortal voice is silenced, and the victory is won, May the heavenly benediction on each comrade be, Well done. J. Emerson Foud. 17 PAUL MASON ALLEN Spartanburg, S. C. O selfless man and stainless gentleman. Member of Preston Literary Society; Freshman Marshal; Class Baseball, 10- ' 1 1 ; Member Revellers Club. ' 10-1 1 . Monthly Orator, First Censor. Second Critic, Senior Orator of Preston Society; Member Wofford Orchestra. ' 12- ' 13; Contributor to Bohemian, 12 ; Member of the Asps. Paul, as he is known by every one, is the only and original Bull Moose of the Class of 14, and he is warm in his praises of his defeated champion. Any one seeking political advice would do well to consult him— he ' d be ' found in the Biological Laboratory dissecting earthworms— and talking. He hopes next year to honor Johns Hopkins with his presence, for be is to be the surgeon of our c 1 ass — that is, if he can persuade a certain young mountain lass to wait for him. We predict success for P. M. JAMES HARTWELL ANDERSON Tl ' CAPAU, S. C. The music of whose liquid Up Has been to us companionship. Entered ' 11; Treasurer of Calhoun Literary Society; Exchange Editor of the Journal; Vice-President of Musical Association, ' 12- ' 13; Secretary and President of Student Self- Government ' Committee; Member Wofford Council, ' 12- ' 13. ' 13- ' 14; (dee Club. ' 11- ' 12, ' 12- ' 13 ' 13- ' 14; Quartet. ' 12- ' 13; Varsity Basket-Ball Team, ' 11- ' 12, ' 12- ' 13, ' 13-T4; Captain, ' 12- ' 13, ' 13- ' 14; Class Basket-Bali, ' 11-12 ' 12- ' 13, ' 13- ' 14; Captain, two years; ( lass Baseball. ' 11-12, ' 13- ' 14; Class Foot- ball. ' 13- ' 14. Andy stars in all phases of college athletics, but therein his fame does not he. For two years he entertained the music lovers of the state with his melodious tenor, but his present duties as exchange editor of the Journal have forced him to retire from the realms of music for a while. 18 JOHN HUGH ANDERSON Ninety-Six, S. C. Verily, math is my hobby. First Critic and President of the Calhoun Literary Society; Secretary of Class, ' 13-14; Member of the Y. M. C. A. Cabinet, ' 13- ' 14; President of the Greenwood County Club, ' 12- ' 13; Member of the Wofford Council, ' 13- ' 14; President Student Body Honor System Committee. Hugh comes to us from historic Ninety- Six. Before coming to Wofford, he was somewhat famous for his number one water- melons, and, since his arrival, though he ' s left off the watermelons, he still holds to his ones. He has starred in Math and Gym, as is vouched for by the fact that he is Dr. Keaton ' s assistant, and Prof. Clink calls him in occasionally. Hugh may teach school ; but he will most probably be a scientific farmer. JOSEPH PERRIN ANDERSON Antreville, S. C. A change of pastures makes calves fat. Member Preston Society; entered ' 11- ' 12; dropped out ' 12-13; reentered ' 13-14. No, that is not a train. It is Joe Peter ' s pipe. Joe has been with us only a year. He began his college career at Clemson, but, deciding that he wanted something better, he came to Wofford and entered with the Class of ' 13. Then deciding that he wanted the best he dropped out a year and entered with us. Joe denies having a girl, but we fear that in the vicinity of Antreville there is one about whom he thinks continually. Joe ' s one serious fault is his frequent association with Jack Cautheh. L9 LUTHER KENNEDY BRICE Spaktanbukg, S. C. Small Greeli, less German, Bui on all-sufficing mind. Corresponding Secretary and President Calhoun Literary Society; Manager Varsity Baseball Team, 13-14; Captain of Class Football Team, 10-11, ' 11- ' 12; Captain of Interclass Football Team, 12-13; President of Class, ' 10- ' ll, 1-1 - ' 12; Member of College Council; Advertising Manager of Bohemian; President of the Fortnightly Literary Club. Luther is the acme of popularity, both with the students and faculty. His business and executive ability is second to none. But, in spite of this seeming seriousness of mind, he is unusually frivolous and hilarious when he is having a good time with his friends. He has an nnexplainable fund of humor that irresistibly attracts every one he comes in contact with. JOHN CRAWFORD BETHEA Dillon, S. C. He can not draw a cart, nor cat dried oats. Entered 11; Monthly Orator, Recording- Secretary, Second Censor, Calhoun Literary Society; Member of Glee Club, 12-13; Member Executive Committee South Carolina Intercollegiate Oratorical Association. Who is that little fellow over there singing as though his heart Will break? Why, that is Johnnie, old-time Glee Club star. Johnnie dotes on the fair flossies and can tell you the names of all the beauties in South Carolina. He seems to make a hit everywhere he goes, for, you know, he has the reputation of being a mighty line hoof slinger. Johnnie was cut out for a sport and he has to be one in spite of himself. 20 JOHN ERNEST BURCH Darlington, S. C. Yon ' Happy ' has a lean and hungry look; such men are dangerous. First Critic. Second Critic. Monthly Orator, and Senior Weekly Orator Carlisle Literary Society Freshman Speaker; Manager Class Baseball Team, . TO- ' ll Member .Afcgjc Executive Committee, 11-12, 13-14, Treas urer Class, ' 11- ' I2; President Class, 12-13, Member Wofford Council 12-13 13- 14, Vice-President Student Body, 12- 13 ; Chair- man Lyceum Committee, ' 13-14; _ President Student Body, ' 13-T4; .Athletic Editor Bohemian, ' 13- ' 14; President Darlington County Club, 13-T4 ' . -Hap hails from Darlington, the place he- is going to make famous. His good nature is in proportion to his height. Hap did it is the signal for all, in hearing distance, to crowd into a room, which had been torn up as if a hurricane had struck it. Hap says that if 37 would wreck, everybody would swear he did it. WILLIAM MAGNESS BYERS Spartanburg, S. C. He, blushing, fled and left her all alone. First Censor Calhoun Society: College M-irshal ' 11-12; Glee Club, 11-12, 12-13; Business Manager Glee Club ' 12- ' 13; Member College Council, T2-T3 ; Member Terpsich- orean Club; Secretary and Treasurer Terpsichorean Club, ' 12-T3; Vice-President Terpsichorean Club, ' 13-M4. Hello, George ! Here he is. Deutsch is quite as charming as he is good ooking He was handy-man for the Glee Club last year and sang his way into the hearts of ah who heard him. He can even bang the piano when necessary and catches, well— the girls eyes On a recent tour De Luxe through the Golden West he sprang into fame as Hobo King. There is only one Deutsch in existence, but he is a good companion, a good friend, and possesses many nne char- acteristics. 21 DANIEL CLAUDE CARMICHAEL MULLINS, S. C. Hail, felloiVj well met. President, First Censor, two terms. Cor- responding Secretary, Third Censor, Sopho- more Orator, Carlisle Literary Society; lntcrsociety Committee; Class Football, four years: Interclass Football, four ' years; Captain of Class Football. ' 12-13, ' 13-14; Class Baseball, four years; Manager, ' 12- ' 13, ' 13- ' 14; Varsity Baseball, ' 11- ' 12, ' 12- ' 13, 13- ' 14; Class Basket-Ball, ' 11- ' 12, ' 12-13; Mem- ber of College Council. Claude is the sort of fellow who takes part in all the college activities, and helps to advance them. We see him on the baseball and football fields. He is right there with the goods, too, in playing basket-ball; and we never hear any complaints from his pro- fessors regardin g his classes. LEWIS JACKSON CAUTHEN Dillon. S. C. •■Guard thyself, lest lie sell the, zvishest not. what thou Second Critic. Second Censor. Correspond- ing Secretary. Preston Society; Intersociety Committee, two terms: College Marshal, two years ; Member College Council, two years : Gymnasium Team, two years; Class Baseball Team. ' 10- ' ll ; Vice-President Class, ' 11- ' 12; Assistant Business Manager Bohemian. ' 12- ' 13; Business Manager Bohemian, ' 13- ' 14 ; Vssistant Manager Athletic Association, ' 13- ' 14. Here ' s the business man of our class. Jack comes nearer being on the job all the time than any other boy on the campus. _ You can ' t have a social conversation with him in which he does not bring in his Alex. Taylor catalogue. But among the names of the great electrical scientists, of the next half century, we expect Jack ' s to be foremost. 22 WILLIAM DIXON CROSS Marion, S. C. I am slow and steady; I speak in a monstrous voice. Filtered ' 11; Member Calhoun Literary Society; Class Baseball, T1-T2, ' 12- ' 13, ' 13- ' 14; Class Football, 12-T3, ' 13- ' 14. Yes this is Dick, sometimes known as Steep Dick came to us from Marion m 1911. This climate has had a soothing- influence on him, however, and he may be now catalogued as perfectly harmless. hat- e ' er his other faults, at least they can t accuse Dick of being lazy! He is always per- fectly dee-lighted to pass the biscuit plate any number of times. They say that virtue always has its own reward, so we ' re safe in predicting a great future for Dick. 23 [RA B-UNYAN CROMLEY Crouch, S. C. A beggar ' s book outworths a noble ' s blood. Entered ' 11; Second Critic Carlisle Literary Society; Member Intercollegiate Debate Council; Vice-President Social Science Club. Here he comes ! all the ladies shout when I. P.. appears in front of Converse College. He however, is somewhat shy and has his hands full dodging bouquets which the good- looking lassies are always throwing toward him I B. is a great student. He visits the library so often that he not only knows the titles of all the books, but also is well acquainted with the color of their bindings. Ira will make his mark in whatever profession BAXTER FAY DeSHIELDS Langford Station, S. C. That churchman bears a bounteous mind indeed. Recording Secretary of Preston Literary Society ; Member of College Council ; Athletic Editor of the Journal; Assistant Athletic Editor of Bohemian, 12- ' 13; Class Baseball, three years; Varsity Baseball, ' 12- ' 13; As- sistant Captain of Team, ' 13-T4; Class Basket- Bail four years; Captain Class Team, 13-14; Varsity Basket-Ball. three years; Manager, ' 12- ' 13; Class Football, ' 12-T3, ' 13- ' 14. Biff! There it goes over the fence. We hear this yell often when Baxter steps to the bat He is our star on the long distance hits and also shines as a basket-ball player. He is a quiet sort of a chap, but when he speaks out in class he makes everybody sit up and take notice. HARRIS PARHAM DuBOSE Lamar, S. C. Fire on ambition. Corresponding Secretary. Recording Secre- tary, Second Censor. Carlisle Literary Society; Sophomore Marshal ; Member Glee Club. Harry ' s time is used in walking on stilts, singing, Alma, where do you live? and passing back exams ; in fact, the latter is Harry ' s chief recreation, for he never ex- pects to pass them the first time, and claims that he would die of melancholia if he had nothing to do. He is now learning the Tango and Buzzard Lope, in order to make perfect his Monday night celebrations. He firmly believes in the old proverb. Eat, drink and be merry. for to-morrow you will have back exams. 24 ROBERT. T. FAIREY Bkanchville, S. C. He was made for a man, and so he is; True ' to himself , therefore to no man false. Entered ' 11; First Critic Calhoun Literary Society Chairman Intersociety Committee, ' 13- ' 14; Sophomore Speaker; Senior Speaker; Intersociety Debater. He ' s not one of the fairies that we ; read about in story books— but simply Soap. lo be perfectly honest, little is known about his origin- he happened to make his appearance when we were Sophomores. One thing we must not forget; Soap is an agent of the Southern Express Company, and ships most of his consignments— chiefly Jacob s, Nun- nallv ' s Lowney ' s, and watermelons— over the B B. line. The secret of it is, he s a leading stockholder of that road, and hopes some day to be its president. We don t blame him ; it ' s a worthy ambition. They say bells will ring then. JESSE EMERSON FORD Nichols, S. C. I dare do all that may become a man, Who dares do more is none. Entered ' 11-T2; Sophomore Orator, Third Critic Constitutional Revision Committee, Recording Secretary, and President Carlisle 1 iterarv Society, Secretary Y. M. U ty- T3 Y M C A. Cabinet ' 12- ' 13; Member Intersociety Committee; Junior Debater; Intersociety Debater; Class Football ; Intel - lass Football; Secretary Intercollegiate Debate Council; Member Social Science Qui,; Secretary Wofford Council; Presxden Ministerial Band; Treasurer 12- 13 and President, T3- ' 14, Fitting School Alumn Association; Contributor to. Journal and Bohemian; Member Executive Committee S C College Press Association: Editor-in- Chief Wofford College Journal; Class Poet; Senior Speaker. Tuanita Elizareth has three noble as- pirations, namely : to make a model preacher, a model poet, and a model husband, tie has made a try-out on the first two, easily mak- ing good. We prophesy his third desire wi be° fulfilled in June. ill 25 CLEMSON CALHOUN G ARRIS Smoaks, S. C. Lord, Lord, how this world is given lying! Freshman Declaimer, Sophomore Orator, First Censor, Vice-President, and President Carlisle Literary Society; Member Wofford Council ; Intersocietv Debater ; Class Foot- ball ; Interclass Football; Class Baseball, ' 10- ' ll, ' 1 1 - ' 12, ' 12- ' 13; Contributor to Journal; Member Social Science Club. The ease with which this native of Smoaks adapted himself to civilized environment is nothing less than wonderful. Bing very quickly learned to wear shoes, collars, and other conventional things, and, shortly after his arrival at college, he coaxed his hair into a pompadour, and became our chief sport. Bing ' s genial nature, however, is sufficient to overbalance all his shortcomings. MARION KIRKLAND FORT Fork, S. C. No, my lord; you know no more than others: ' President, First Critic, Recording Secretary, Corresponding Secretary, and Senior Orator, Carlisle Literary Society; Class Football, four years; Interclass Football, four years; Captain Interclass Football, ' 13- ' 14; Class Baseball, T2- ' 13, 13- ' 14; Class Track, lO- ' ll ; Varsity Track, ' 11- ' 12, ' 12- ' 13, 13- ' 14; Class Basket-Ball, ' 12- ' 13; College Marshal, ' lO- ' ll, ' 12- ' 13; Chief Marshal, ' 12- ' 13; Sophomore Speaker ; Junior Debater ; Intersociety De- bater ; Alternate Intercollegiate Debate Team, ' 13- ' 14; Local Editor Journal; Delegate to College Press Association ; Y. M. C. A. Cabinet, ' 13-14 ; President Marion-Dillon County Club, T2- ' 13; Member College Council. Here comes ' Spot ' is a sure sign of Fort ' s approach. Where he acquired his nickname only the chosen few know. Al- though he is a great student, Spot can in- variably be found at the music counters on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays, purchas- ing the latest (ladies ' ) songs. 26 THOMAS BENJAMIN GRENEKER Edgefield, S. C. True as the dial upon the sun. Monthly Orator, Second Critic, First Critic, and Vice-President of Calhoun Society; V M C A Cabinet, ' l-2- ' 13; Vice-President Ciass, ' ' 12-13; Class Baseball, ' 12-13, ' 13- 14 ; Varsity Baseball, ' 12- ' 13; Class Football, three years ' Interclass Football, ' 13-14; Cass Basket-Ball, three years; Manager Class Basket-Bali ' 13-14; Varsity Basket-Bali, 12- ' 13 ' 13- ' 14; Manager Varsity Basket-Bail, ' 13-14; Secretary Athletic Association, 12- ' 13- Intersociety Committee, ' 13- ' 14; Inter- collegiate Debate Council, ' 13- ' 14; Member Wofford Council. ' 12- ' 13, ' 13- ' 14. -Soph the tease ! When he is not teasing he is somewhere trying to make any athletic team that visits Greenville. Pour years oi college life has transformed him trom a homesick youth of 100 pounds into a wise- looking man of 150. CLARENCE DOUGLAS GUESS Ehrhardt, S. C. How angrily I taught my brow to frown, When inward joy enforced my heart to smile. Entered ' 11; Chairman Improvement Com- mittee ; Monthly Orator, Junior Marshal, Recording Secretary, First Critic, Vice-Presi- dent President, Intersociety Debater twice, Intersociety Committee, Intercollegiate Debate Council, of the Preston Literary Society; Cheer Leader, ' 12- ' 13; Glee Club, 12-13; Member Wofford Council: President D. D. Wallace Social Science Club; Member Carlisle Hall Self-Government Executive Committee, ' 14; Contributor to Journal; Contributor to Annual. Look, ladies, this is the original heart- smasher and Glee Club artist. Those who do not know Gretchen very well think that he was called to the ministry. He delights in three things: talking to girls, debating, and writing love lyrics. We believe that his oratory would make Demosthenes sound tongue tied. Whatever he does, we predict for him the brightest future. ■ 0 27 THOMAS CARLISLE HERBERT Sumter, S. C. When I here ' s a lady in the case, ■ . ill oilier things give place. Monthly Orator, Third Censor, Recording- Secretary , Senior Orator, Vice-President, and President of the Preston Literary Society ; Freshman Speaker; Sophomore Speaker; Oratorical Speaker, T2r ' 13; Assistant Lrterary Editor IV afford College Journal, 12-13; Assistant Literary Editor Bohemian, 12-13; Business Manager IV afford College Journal, ' 13- ' 14 ; Intersociety Debater; Member Wofford College Council; Delegate S. C. College Press Association; Vice-President Senior Class. A living illustration of the old adage, Only a fool never changes. For three years a frequenter of Converse parlors, and many others, but what a change in his Senior year! He hardly recognizes his lady friends. Is it overstudy (his reports answer negatively), or did something happen lost somewhere? Herbert, post-office, 3 a. m.: Yes! HARRY ERNEST HEINITSH Spartanburg, S. C. You look wise. Please correct that error. Vice-President, Second Censor of the Cal- houn Literarv Society ; Varsity Gymnasium Team four vears ; Manager Gymnasium Team! ' 12-T3. No words can give this noble youth full justice. Every one considers himself fortu- nate in getting to meet Ikie. Only take a glance at this nose of his and you will soon know the entomology of his nickname. With all this, Harry is a rival to every one when ladies are involved, for he paves his way to their hearts so easily that he keeps both ladies and gents guessing. Also! Harry possesses one of those rare personalities which never ceases to grow. The more you see of him the better you like him. If ever you hear the expression, I ' m on, look out for Harry. 28 EDWARD WATSON HOOK Tatum, S. C. How long wilt thou sleep, O sluggard! When wilt thou arouse out of thy sleep? Third Censor, Second Censor Monthly Orator, First Censor, Second Critic, and Senior Orator of the Preston Literary Society; Art Editor of The Bohemian. The epitome of geniality, generosity, and laziness; loving and loved by every one. Everybody is the same to him; a halo o o-ood humor envelopes him. He is also an artist with the true bohemian instincts commonly ascribed to men of that occupation. When the passion of art seizes him he sits up all night drawing; but this is seldom his nights usually being engaged in other diver- sified occupations. To tell the truth, his electric light bill is his biggest item of expense, that with his board. PHILEMON DAVID HUFF Laurens, S. C. The devil will find him asleep, but at his post. Monthly Orator, Third Critic Second Critic. Member of Constitutional Revision Com- mittee, Intersoeiety Scorer, and Weekly Orator of the Calhoun Literary Society ; Class base- ball Team, ' 13-14; Class Football Team, 13- ' 14; Class Honor System Committee, 10-1, ' 11-12 ' 13-14; Secretary, ' 11-12, Vice-Presi- dent ' 13- ' 14, of the Laurens County Club; Sneaker at Freshman Contest and Sophomore Exhibition ; Junior Debater ; Alternate Inter- collegiate Debater; Speaker at Preliminary Oratorical Contest. Phil is a man of recognized ability as both student and orator. He has devoted his attention largely to a study of the classics. He believes, however, in theory. One theory is that a man should think twice before he speaks once, and he has attained this virtue ' to a high degree of proficiency. 29 GEORGE ANDERSON HUTTO Spartanburg, S. C. Methinks, he seems no bigger than his head. Member of the Carlisle Literary Society. George, as he is known everywhere, is a perfect bundle of eccentricities and peculiar- ities. No other man in the class has a motto and lives up to it so consistently as Hut does. At every turn of the road of Life — whenever he is tried or tempted — he gently murmurs to himself, Skin or be skint, and then goes to work and does you. George has a flower, the hop, and he is passionately fond of the music of the nighting-ale. At one time he thought of operating a Chinese laundry, but, after a taste of hobo life last summer, he has decided to be a tourist. We bid him a fond and affectionate farewell. LAURIE THEODORE IZLAR. OCALA, FLA. No man ' s pic is freed from his ambitions finger. Member of Carlisle Literary Society. Laurie T. joined us during our Sopho- more year, and, on his first appearance, most of the observers wanted to know who had left the gate open in Florida. He had not been with us long until two wonderful dis- coveries had been made concerning him : First, that he could make more noise than a crowd of hungry geese ; second, that he could fool the faculty. These characteristics have remained with him and been systematic- ally developed. However, one has only to scratch through the surface to find the ele- ments of a true man. He would do well in any field, but he seems rather partial to one or two professions, either chemist or manager of the Spartanburg Street Railway. 30 RALPH SCURRY JENKINS Greenwood, S. C. I fain would hide my face behind a.bush. Second Critic, two terms, and First Censor Calhoun Literary Society; Member Class Football Team, ' lO- ' ll, ' 12- ' 13, 13- ' 14; Inter- class Football Team, ' 12-13, ' 13- ' 14. Behold, Jenks ! He hails from Maxwell, S C which he assures us is on the map. His worst fault is standing before the glass. He says that he is good looking, said state- ment corresponding with his motto: Blow your own horn. Since Jenks ' has been with us, he has distinguished himself m Ger- man taking a four-year course. But studying doesn ' t interfere with his social affairs, fpr h e is always ready to talk about his Calhoun Society. Jenks ' sole ambition is to be coroner of Greenwood County. HUBERT LAURIE JOSEY Orangeburg, S. C. Your grace, I fear, with dancing is a little heated. Monthly Orator, Senior Weekly Orator, Third Censor, Second Critic, Second Censor, Corresponding Secretary Preston Literary Society. It took three gallons and one pint of hair tonic to foliate the capital prominence of this Terpsichorean artist in time to get his similarity aboard this craft. Hubert had the misfortune to undergo a severe typhoid case this summer; all that worried him, however, was whether his hair would develop m time for his Senior picture. 31 THOMAS DAVIDSON LAKE, JR. Laurens, S. C. The man who has a tongue, I say, is no man. If with his tongue he can not win a woman. Entered 11-12 ; President and Recording Secretary of Calhoun Society ; Senior Orator ; College Marshal, ' 12- ' 13; Class Marshal; lntersociety Committee, ' 12-13; Member Wofford Council, ' 13-14; Secretary Honor System and S elf-Government Council, ' 12- ' 13; Member Fortnightly Literary Club; Glee Club, ' 12- ' 13; Class Football, three years; Inter- class Football, three years; Manager Class Football Team, ' 13- ' 14; Member Carlisle Hall Executive Committee, two terms; President Laurens County Club, ' 12-13. Tom. at least, has mastered that perfect combination of golden silence and silver speech that wins a woman. Many there are who could testify of it if they would. But by no means all of Tom ' s distinctions have been won in his encounters with the fair sex. He is one of those rare fellows who is at the same time a ladies ' man and a man ' s man, and he numbers his friends on the campus by the score. LENORD SIDNEY KING Bethune, S. C. Be to yourself as you would to a friend. Member lntersociety Committee, Vice- President, Recording Secretary, Second Critic, Carlisle Literary Society; Assistant Business Manager Journal; Class Basket-Bail, ' 12- ' 13; Secretary hitting School Alumni Association, ' 12- ' 13, Here comes your Daddy now. Oh. Pop! Oh, Pop! Oh, Pop! See that weed in hand, He can spit just grand; He ' s been down Spring Street, He ' s been at her feet, Here comes your Daddy now. ' Although Father is the Methuselah of the campus, still that does not keep him from being a dead game sport. He is commonly known among the boys as Father, but his lady friends call him Dad. 32 8 SAM GILLILAND LAYTON Spartanburg, S. C. Me lost his voice singing Psalms. Secretary of Class, 12- ' 13; Glee Club, seasons ' lO- ' ll. ' 12- 13 ; Assistant Business Manager of Glee Club, ' 12-13; Member of Calhoun Literary Society. Let ' s raise a hime. Hello! here ' s Sam, one of the real musicians of college. And, by the way, the ladies think he ' s simply grand looking. Sam has the happy faculty of laugh- ing- when every one else is almost weeping. He is the life of any crowd he happens to be thrown in. He is noted for three things: eating, singing, and ■ ' managing. Now, what we mean by -managing, is, first, this; when it comes to making money Sam is on trie job He will get his dip with less study than any boy in college, and go out into the wide, wide world with bright prospects for life. BRYAN LILES Spartanburg, S. C. The surest way -to hit a woman ' s heart, is to take aim kneeling. Second Censor ' 12, Second Censor ' 13 and Monthly Orator ' 11 and ' 12 of Calhoun Literary Society; Member of the Glee Llub. ' 10 and ' 11 ; President of the Revellers, 13- 14. Here we see an exact likeness of Pinkie. ' songbird, scholar, and Terpsichorean star. Tt is a ha rd matter to limit Pinkie to any one class, because he fits into everything he under- takes just as if he were made for the place. His general good fellowship is in exact proportion to the gladsome hue of his sorrel- top, which we might class as a strawberry roan in color. Pinkie was not cut out for a business man, but we know he will make a success in life. , FRED MOORE Duncan, S. C. Man delights me not; no, nor woman neither. Member Preston Literary Society; Vice- President, 12-13 ; President, ' 13-14; Spartan- burg County Club. Bishop is one of the few really bright boys in college, and his good-natured ways have won him many friends and few enemies. Pie has a wonderful memory, for he can tell you when every train is due in Spartanburg, the engineer and conductor of each, and he can quote scripture and poetry to you hours at a time. His motto is: Never let your studies interfere with your college duties, and go to at least two picture shows a day. LeROY MOORE Mookes, S. C. There is no soul more strong to direct yon, than yourself. Entered ' 09: dropped out 11-12 ; Monthly Orator, Soph-Junior Debater, Treasurer, ln- tersociety Debater, and President Preston Societv ; Member College Council. 12-13, ' 13- ' 14; Member Journal Staff; Member Y. M. C. A. Cabinet: Treasurer Senior Class; Senior Football Team, ' 13- ' 14. Oh, see the glory of the sun set! one tender-eyed damsel exclaimed when first she saw Jerry ' s smiling face approaching. Yes, it seems as if he will envelope you with his never-failing grin. Jerry smiles in society, that is to say literary society, and he also makes good in his classes. We expect great things from Jerry when he throws himself into the business of life, as be is a great worker. 3-1 CHARLES WILSON MORRISON S ALLEY, S. C. EUGENE CLARK MORRISON Sallev, S. C. Frailty, thy name is woman. . Corresponding Secretary Preston Literal) ' Society. Look! Behold the girls ' shy beauty. Sweetie even had to be held once, so that a snapshot could be taken for a little ditty. But he has been tamed now so that he will even raise his hat to a girl on the street— if he knows her real well. Nevertheless, Sweetie wears a never-vanishing smile, which may at some future time be used to advantage ' in the art of flirting. He never retires until Big Six kisses him good night. Sweetie is a great and almost renowned electrician, and expects to graduate from Dr. Keating ' s gym. My beauty liaunts me when I sleep. Glee Club. Soloist, Quartet; Secretary and Treasurer Glee Club. Big Six is a Mess, Ain ' t he, though, ain ' t he? He is the most noted low-bass singer south of Iceland. What it takes to sing, he happens to think he holds it. His voice sounds like a mixture between a cross- cut saw, working its way through a hickory lo° ' and a summer thunder storm in the distance. Although he continually threatens to cast one into oblivion he is perfectly harm- less. Most of his time is taken up m shoomg the oirls and photographers away from his little brother Sweetie, but he still finds time to take vocal lessons from Caruso Willie. LAWSON AUBURN MOVER Johnston, S. C. He will succeed on merit, all his own. Entered ' 11; Sophomore Speaker ; ■ Vice- President Executive Committee, Carlisle Hall ; First Critic. Senior Monthly Orator, Viee.- President, and President Preston Society: Member College Council ; Member Intercol- legiate Debating Council: I ntersociety De- bater; Junior Debater; Intercollegiate De- bater; Oratorical Speaker; Class Prophet; Senior Speaker. Gaze deep into those dreamy eyes. Now, look at that smile which begins around the corners of his mouth and gradually spreads over his face, as a ripple caused by a stone cast into a pool of water. N on can see all the characteristics of a flirt carved indelibly m it. He has succeeded in breaking only four girls hearts in the last six months. His oratory is surpassed by none on the campus. He holds a record for swiftness of speech, 200 words per. Behind Mover there is a glorious his- tory, and ahead of him we trust a still more great and glorious future. SAMUEL DIBBLE MOSS Orangeburg, S. C. As things in this world are mostly ill, therefore I partake but light. Sophomore Monthly Orator; Assistant Ad- vertising Manager of The Bohemian; hirst Censor, First Critic, and Vice-President Preston Literary Society. A pale light of asceticism sits upon his scholarly brow, but appearances are deceitful. In this case, he is neither ascetic nor scholarly. In fact he says that asceticism is asinine and scholarship is the tool of the devil. He is a most loyal friend, always ready to aid in any way, and his common sense and prudence restrains his friends from many a rash act when they are in a light and facetious mood. Many a time and oft have they had cause to thank him. VERNON LH REAL 1 PADGETT Walterboro, S. C. Ah! Take the cash and let the credit go. Member Calhoun Literary Society. Stop! Here we behold our true friend Padge. He is from Walterboro, although from his talk you would think it was Water- loo. Padge is a great believer in Gaffney and the Limestone Lassies, and we are very much afraid that he will Lodge them yet. Vernon also loves the dancing world, and we think some day he will grow taller if he doesn ' t Hesitate. JESSE BURKE NORMAN Fair Forest, S. C. The gentleman is learned, and a most rare speaker. Member Preston Literary Society; Class Baseball, 10-T1, ' 11-T2, 12-T3. Is to-day Tuesday or Saturday? asked Jess one morning as he aroused himself from a deep sleep. He keeps late hours so seldom that he is usually affected this way when he- does stay up late. Jess is most suited for a tailor, as he has great practice in _ cutting classes, or are we mistaken in the man. ' ' Well, anyway, Jess says he will get through this year and take up the occupation of writing love-letters for moderate prices. 37 MARK BOYD PATRICK Jordan and Salters, S. C. He was a man. take him for all in all; I shall not look upon his like again. Secretary and President of Y. M. C. A. ; Winner of Freshman - Sophomore Story Medal ; President Ministerial Band : Presi- dent Clarendon County Club: Member Col- lege Council; Treasurer of Class. ' 12-13 ; President Class, ' 13- ' 14; Assistant Editor-in- Chief Bohemian; Literary Editor Journal; Intersociety Debater ; First Censor and Presi- dent of Calhoun Literary Society; Senior Speaker. Flis open and manly face bespeaks the nature of the man. In Pat we have the personification of kind deeds and noble thoughts. He is the only real preacher in the class. As to the quality of his preaching, any El Bethelite is only too glad to tell you. Prof. Clink has predicted a great future for Mark, and whatever the professor says JAMES CARLISLE PATTERSON Spartanburg, S. C. .I handful of common sense is worth a bushel of learning. Member of Preston Literary Society ; Class Football, four years.; Senior-Freshman Foot- ball Team ' 11: Junior-Sophomore Football Team, ' 12-T3; Class Basket-Bali, ' 13-14; Varsity Basket-Bali, ' 13- ' 14. Pat is one of the few Spartanburg boys that have stuck with us for four years. He also has the distinction of being the reddest faced man in college. He talks very little, and, on approaching him, you would think him bashful, but just watch him in the math room or on the football held— you will find that he has learned that it is better to act than to talk. :;s LEWIS OLIVER RAST Swansea, S. C. A little learning, is a dangerous thing: Sophomore Monthly Orator, First Critic, First Censor, Senior Orator Carlisle Literary Society; Chief Marshal, ' 12-13. Chief ' s haby-bhie eyes and asinine smile first welcomed the light of this world at Swansea, and ever since he has been the de- light of a doting community. During his col- lege career he has been concerned with two things: passing Greek and trying to win smiles from all the girls. The latter, in fact, is Chief ' s greatest weakness, and we see no hope for him, unless he keeps clear of the Janes. WILLIAM EDWARD PLYLER Lancaster, S. C. 1 never saw a man begin saying- so much, and end saying so little. Corresponding Secretary, Monthly Senior Orator, and College Marshal of the Carlisle Literary Society; Class Baseball, ' 11- ' 12; Track Team, ' 11-T2, T2-T3, ' 13- ' 14;- Member Annual Staff, T1-T2; Member Glee Club, ' 13- ' 14; President Bobo Club; Vice-Presi- dent of Musical Association, ' 13-T4. Bill Plylek is the champion noise maker of the class. After a close scrutinization of the interior of his mouth one would be sur- prised at not finding a steam piano and a brass band. He has two great ambitions m life — to sing like Caruso, and to revisit Balti- more and Washington. Bill has been ac- cused of laziness as he never builds a fire, and only washes his face when Jake Frey buys the soap and brings in the water. 39 JULIUS BROCK SEGARS Sumter, S. C. The lamp that burns by night dries up His oil to lend the world his light. Censor Carlisle Literary Society ; Class Baseball Team. ' 11- ' 12, ' 13-14; Class Foot- ball Team, ' 13-14; Class Basket-Bali Team. ' 11-12, ' 13-14. Brock is one of those quiet, unobtrusive fellows who can speak up when the occasion demands, and we will say right here that one of these occasions is on a rustic bench under the maddeningly soft rays of a silvery moon with her by his side. And we have it on good authority that some one else, perhaps even her, is anxiously awaiting his return to Dalzell. Brock has done good work in college, on the athletic held and as a student, and we wish for him a prosperous future as a cotton buyer in Dalzell. 40 JOHN IRA ROBINSON Woodford, S. C. Size, not brains, make men. Third Censor, Second Censor, Carlisle Literary Society; Treasurer College Council; Vice-President .Class, 10-11; Class Baseball Team, ' 10-11, 11-12, 12-13. Slim first came into existence in the woods of Orangeburg County, but being of a roving disposition and fond of adventure, he left the temperate climes of the Palmetto state and struck west. While there he became proficient in several and sundry arts; that of being a musician, a barber, an electrician, a master penman, and others. His reputation, however, hinges principally upon his recog- nized ability to reel off yards and yards of Mammoth Cave stuff. It is generally believed that he will achieve his heart ' s ambition and become a guide lecturer in this great natural wonder. CHARLTON CARLISLE SHELL Spartanburg, S. C. All they that hate me love death. Monthly Orator. First Critic, Scorer of the Calhoun Literary Society; Senior-Junior Story Medal, 12-13; Awarded State Inter- collegiate Press Association Story Medal, ' 13- ' 14; College Representative in Doubles and Singles at State Tennis Association Meet, 13- 14; Class Historian, 12-13; Member of the Fortnightly Literary Club; Member of the College Council. ' 13-14; Literary Contributor to the Journal and Annual: Editor-in-Chiel of The Bohemian, 13-14. Notice the southwest dip of bis visage. Of a naturally cynical expression it was indelibly imprinted ' by a rash tournament with a Spartanburg street car. Xcedless to say he and his steed— a motorcycle—were worsted, but he arose from defeat with his voice as strons-- as ever, and even in the hospital his per fervid utterances, discussing life and other things, could be heard on the street. CHARLES MORRIS SIMS Cowpens, S. C. Who mixed pleasiir, cason with mirth. vith reason, and Recording Secretary, Vice-President, Car- lisle Society; Class Baseball, four years; Captain Cla ' ss Baseball. 13-14 ; Gymnasium Team 11-12; Track Team. 11-12; Class Basket-Ball Team. ' 13-14; Varsity Baseball, 11-12 12-13, ' 13-14; Captain Varsity Base- ball Team. 13-14; Member College Council. 13-14. Parhee is a product of historic Cowpens. Some one cleared the way, and he found him- self on Wofford campus, where he has taken refuge for the past four years. Parhee once had a girl, and nobody but he and the girl knows why be hasn ' t one now. He ' s a ball-player, and has been known to adjust his cap before a mirror before going to a game. His specialty seems to be Dun- conomics. II MARVIN LOAM I SMITH Johnston, S. C. Good digestions to you all. Entered in ' 11 Vice-President, Class Football. Football, ' 12- ' 13, ; Third Carlisle ' 12- ' 13, ' 13-14. Critic, First Censor, Literary Society ; T3- ' 14; Interclass Behold the great economist ! Salomev made quite a success in the aluminum busi- ness last summer. His favorite pastimes are making eves at the fair damsels and doing the fancy dance with his ex-roommate, Pruitt. It has been rumored that he has. a tin box to hold his gum overnight. He never studies later than 3 A. m., and never comes out of an exam room without know- inn ' that he has flunked. With all his mis- apprehensions of life and his misconstrued ideas of his fellow-men. Salomev is an all-round good student. WALTON HASTINGS SMITH TURBEVILLE, S. C. thou wert any way given to virtue, 1 zvould swear by thy face. Recording Secretary, First Censor, First Critic of Preston Literary Society ; Member of the Y. M. C. A. Cabinet. Walton will never recover from his Fresh- man habits. He still haunts Bethel like a ghost, and is especially fond of the choir. His time is passed in abusing the mirror, encouraging his pompadour, an.d ( in very heated arguments with Jerry Moore as to the correct method of applying eyebrow pencils and complexion creams. Walton reads the beauty hints in Hearst ' s Sunday American with intense interest. He is now making a name as a salesman and teacher, and will doubtless be successful in both fields. 42 WILLIAM HAROLD SMITH Camden, S. C. Without big words, how could he say so much? Class Historian, lO- ' ll, ' 13-14; Contributor to Journal; Contributor to Bohemian ; Vice- President Self-Government Body; Secretary of the Fortnightly Club; Vice-President Cal- houn Literary Society; Literary Editor of The Bohemian. Coots is an irresistibly attractive phe- nomenon, especially in the eyes of the ladies. No one can explain just why he is one of these things, but electricity and Coots are two remarkable things which have become famous without explanation. It has been conceded by a professor of note that he has the largest vocabulary, in the Senior Class. He could speak intelligently of mundane spheres, Elvsian fields, and lactyl fluid as early as his Sophomore year— and now live of his lady friends have engaged the services of an expert lexicographer to inter- pret his notes. THOMAS ZENAS SPROTT Spartanburg, S. C. He hath eaten we out of house and home. Third Critic, Second Censor, Calhoun Society ; Gymnasium Team, two years. Doc is what might be called an indefinable combination of several mighty passions that obsess his personality, these being a weak- ness for the fairer sex (very strongly marked), a fondness for automobiles (when they are not out of fix), and an inclination toward tennis. Like his friend Napoleon, who was also rather small of stature, Doc is a great schemer, and always arranges matters so that he can cater to all his desires at once. For instance, he gets in his car, . goes up to the Oakland Avenue Court for a nice game, then gets back in the car for a little stroll down by the ' Verse to gratify that other and all-important passion. Voila ! 43 GEORGE YAUGHAN T1MMONS CULLODEK, Ga. Variety is the spier of life. Entered Fall Term. ' 13; Member Preston Literary Society. W ell, well, here is the lad from Culloden. Ga. Girls, don ' t take him as serious as he looks, nor don ' t think that you are in the presence of a profound philosopher, for ap- pearance does not always show the true man. You would not think it hut he is a hard student, and may he often found burning the midnight oil. We have an idea that there is a little girl somewhere in Georgia waiting for him, and that he will some day wander back and settle in the little city from which he now SAMUEL PENDERGRASS STACKLEY KlNGSTREE, S. C. Joy rises in vie like a summer morn. Honorary Member of Coleman Cottage ; Monthly Orator, Recording Secretary, Senior Orator, and First Censor of Calhoun Literary Society. Sam has distinguished himself in all phases of college life — mostly eating. A prize has been offered to make him lean. When he- walks he makes a deep impression. His con- versational abilities are well known through- out the city. Kingstree has missed his melodious voice these four years, and longs for the time when he will return to stay. Ten years from now he will be one of Kings- tree ' s millionaires financing half the restau- rants in South Carolina. J. FIELD WARDLAW Spartanbukg, S. C. We still have known thee as a noble man. Calhoun Literary Society ; Class Football Team, ' 10-T1; Winner Freshman Declama- tion; Sophomore Orator; Junior Debater; Intersociety Debater; Oratorical Speaker, ' 13- ' 14; Glee Club. ' 12- ' 13 ; Senior Speaker. Field has not only been present on the gridiron, but he toured the state as a tenor songster with the Glee Club. After you have once known him there is something that binds you to him. He has quite a fondness for mathematics and sciences, and to have seen him, behind the compass, you would have thought that he was preparing for civil engi- neering. But to hear him hail forth from the rostrum, you would know that he was likely to win fame in forensic pursuits. Whether a civil engineer or a lawyer, you will hear from [meld. 45 The True Chronicle of the Tribe of 1914 [Now this is the true chronicle of the tribe  f 1914. as it was handed down on brazen tablets and read by the historians of all time. It begins with the emergence from the Wilderness.] Cbe Cfcromcle HE tribe of 1914, hearkening to the voice of its Spirit, came forth from the Wilderness and descended, like sheep before the shearer, unto the historic plain of Wofford. And because the tribe was innocent of the wiles and snares of the world, lo ! it was set upon and sore harassed by the inhabitants. So they wandered disconsolate over the plain. And there was great outcry throughout all the tribe, such as there was none like, nor shall ' be like unto it any more. And in tribulation the people raised their clasped hands and piteous faces to then- Spirit. And the. Spirit looked down pityingly on his own and said unto his prophets, Speak now in the ears of the people and let every man say his choice for a chief ruler and a vice-ruler, and a secretary and treasurer, and a chronicler. See that ye do this that ye may be prosperous and happy above all people. This was the word of the Spirit, spoken through the prophets. So the people hearkened to the word of the Spirit, spoken through the prophets, and chose their rulers. And as chief ruler they chose F. A. Gosnell ; and as vice-ruler they chose J. I. Robinson; and as secretary and treasurer they chose W. W. Steadman ; and as chronicler they chose R. C. Marscher. And the rulers appeared well in the sight of their Spirit and the tribe waxed prosperous and happy. But the chief ruler hearkened to strange spirits and forsook the true one. And because he forsook the true Spirit, the people raised their voices in lamentation. So the vice-ruler ruled instead of the chief ruler, as it was ordained by the law, until the tribe chose a new chief ruler. And the chief ruler chosen instead of the departed one was called L. K. Brice. And he found grace in the sight of the Spirit and ruled well. 46 So the Spirit gave the tribe favour in the sight of the Faculty, winch drew allegiance from all the tribes. And the word of the Spir it came to all the tribe. Now the tribe went out against the other tribes to battle and sent two armies into the athletic field. And the two armies that went into the athletic field were named base- ball and football. And the captain of the baseball arm}- was W. W. Watson. And the captain of the football army was L. K. Brice. But because the armies were without experience, they were overcome. And as the first vear of their habitation on the plains of Wofford drew to an end, the tribe chose orators who strove one against the other. And T- Field Wardlaw triumphed. And this was called the Freshman Declamation. So as the first vear of their sojourn passed away, the tribe chose new rulers. But because the chief ruler had ruled well and was honored by the tribe, he was chosen chief ruler by the tribe for the second time. And for vice-ruler was chosen L. J. Cauthen ; for secretary was chosen W. C. Bethea, and for treasurer was chosen J. F. Burch. and for chronicler was chosen William H. Smith. And the tribe assembled together and passed laws and laid taxes. And all went well with the tribe. But their Spirit moved them to arouse them- selves and go out again to battle and conquer the neighboring tribes. Then again did the armies go forth to combat, and the captain of the army called baseball was W. C. Bethea, and the captain of the army called football was L. K. Brice, and the captain of the army called basket-ball was J. G. Pitts. And the armies were again conquered. So the second year of their sojourn drew to a close and the tribe again chose orators to contend, even one against the other. But in this contest no winner was chosen. Thus drew to an end the second year of the tribe ' s sojourn. Then as the tribe drew on into its third year of habitation on the plains of Wofford it received a command from its Spirit to again go forth to battle, yea, even for the third time. And this time the tribe was more successful. And the army called baseball overcame all its enemies, excepting only one. And this battle was fiercely fought, but the army was finally overcome. And the captain of this host was called W. C. Bethea. And the army called football was led by D. C. Carmichael and triumphed in all its battles. And the army called basket-ball was also victorious, and the captain was called J. H. Anderson. 47 And towards the close of the third year was chosen debaters, yea, even six debaters. And they were divided into two sides. Arid one side was called Affirmative and the other Negative. And the two sides debated, one against the other, and the side called Negative triumphed. And the rulers chosen by the tribe for this year were J. F. Burch, chief ruler, and ' I . B. Greneker vice-ruler, and M. B. Patrick secretary and treas- urer, and C. C. Shell chronicler. ' And the} ' found favour in the sight of the Spirit. Now it came to pass that the tribe entered its fourth year of sojourn on the plains of Wofford. And the tribe assembled together and chose its rulers. And it chose F. G. Montgomery chief ruler. But he forsook the Spirit for strange ones. And the tribe mourned. So the tribe chose M. B. Patrick chief ruler. And for vice-ruler was chosen T. C. Herbert, and for secretary the tribe chose J. Hugh Anderson, and for treasurer LeRoy Moore, and for chronicler William H. Smith, and for poet, J. E. For d. And a new office was created during tin ' s time, even the making of an official prophet. In time before were inspired ones, but the tribe now chose the best for its prophet. And the prophet was called L. A. Mayer. And it befell that the Spirit came to the tribe and said: Follow after me, for 1 have delivered your enemies into your hands. And the tribe hearkened and did as was commanded, and its enemies were overcome. Now the captain of the army called baseball was W. C. Bethea ; and the captain of the army called football was D. C. Carmichael; and the army called basket-ball was led by B. F. DeShields. So because this was the last year of their sojourn, the tribe chose three speakers ; and they were J. Field Wardlaw, M. B. Patrick, and L. A. Mover. And the overlord of the tribe, even the Faculty, chose three, and they were L. K. Brice, R. T. Fairey, and J. E. Ford. So the tribe passed away in glory. Wm. H. Smith, Chronicler. Now this is all the chronicle of the tribe f 1914 as recorded on the ancient tablets of brass, but there are legends that the tribe dispersed ami that the people became great, each in the land of his adoption, and covered the tribe with tame. 48 CHARMING little black-eyed gypsy girl once told me that certain areas of what little brain I happened to possess were as smooth as the back of a sand-papered jelly-fish. I am now convinced that she was right and that the pro- phetical area was included. It is, therefore, preposterous to expect me to write a class prophecy without aid from some mysterious source. Locksley Hall has caused the whole world to wonder at the true prophetic vision of Tennyson: But let me tell you something; that man Tennyson is not near as famous as he might have been. When he dipped into the future as far as human eye could see and saw all those wonderful things, it is inconceivable that he should have overlooked the Class of ' 14-. Of course, there is no one in even the remotest part of the world who does not know all about Wofford College, and it is certain that rumors of the Class of ' 14, the most distinguished group of boys in existence, have reached the utmost parts of the earth — even Greenville. To say anything more would be superfluous in the extreme, for the Class of ' 14, scintillating in its brilliance, needs no introduction to the universe. Now sin uld that man Tennyson have dipped just a little further into the future, and have written a prophetic poem on the contribution of out- class to the progress of modern civilization, the fame of this master manipulator of the English language would be immortal. He would be hailed by far distant future generations as the greatest prophet of antiquity; and compared to him the prophets of Israel would look like amateurs. Tennyson, however, missed the greatest opportunity of his life, and it remains for me to w rite this prophecy. I suppose I ' ll have to do the Rip 49 Van Winkle stunt, or find some dainty little fairy, have her wave her magic wand above her head, say Presto, change, and see this old world as it will appear many years hence. You ' ve heard of Rip Van Winkle, haven ' t you? Well, he ' s the Dutchman who got drunk and remained so for twenty vears, and Heavens! I have it at last. See that charming little person strolling down the street? The one wearing the menagerie on her hat and half-hidden in the x-ray skirt? Well, she ' s a game little chicken and appears to be many vears ahead of her time. Honestly, she ' s the wisest bit of humanity that you ever saw and seems to have a wonderful influence over me. I actually believe her to he some kind of sorceress or hypnotist, for when 1 am in her presence I become so intoxicated with the joy of life and so fascinated by her magnetic personality that she has complete control over my mind and is able to hypnotize me at her will. She can make me see strange visions and dream strange dreams. I am going to get her to picture to me the world of to-morrow to which she rightfully belongs. Great gosh, doesn ' t a mixture of sherry and port wines make a fellow feel awfully funny? Just wait one minute, little prophetess, until I get a pen. Look you straight in the eye? Why, certainly, the pleasure is— Well, Hades! If there isn ' t our old friend, Slimy Smith. He is studying music in Paris and selling aluminum cooking utensils on the side. Slimy startles the music world by his famous compositions. His latest musical hit is a ragtime, entitled Shmy ' s Sliding Slippery Glide. Those men seated in that magnificent library are William Smith and Edward Hook. They are known as America ' s foremost literary artists. Hook seems to he making a special study of Mark Twain and. after careful research, has succeeded in bringing to light many of the heretofore unknown works of this great American humorist. Hook lives to be an old man. In his eightieth year he laughs himself to death at one of Mark Twain ' s jokes. Smith writes an encyclopedia which contains everything worth knowing, and much besides. His fame is established a few years later when he writes a book, entitled Gas and Its Value to Students. dlie next figure seems to be somewhat bashful and is appearing slowly. ( )h, I see! It is Sweetie Morrison, and he is afraid of meeting his divorced wife, Sweetie is a great electrician and is regarded as a rival of Edison. He marries for Ins second wife a chorus girl, who teaches him to do the turkey trot, the Boston dip, and the tango. His wife is the source of much worry to him, and it is rumored in society that he is seeking a divorce. Well, for the love of Mike! who is that crazy looking man pulling his hair and making all those wild gestures? We seem to be in the State blouse 50 and Jerry Moore is making a speech. He decided some years ago to enter- politics — ran for the Legislature and defeated his opponent by exactly thir- teen votes. It is rumored that had not all his brothers voted for him he would have been defeated. We are in New York ' s most fashionable dancing school. Padget and Josey are now teaching the Aeroplane Dip, the Atlantic Wave, and all the latest dances to New York ' s Four Hundred. They finally go to gay ' little Paris, where they shock many petites demoiselles by their fancy dances. They die and go to Hades. Tack Cauthen now owns one thousand immense department stores. He sells everything from peanuts to automobiles. In his old age he becomes bankrupt in trying to fulfil a contract to supply Converse College with chew- ine-o-um He marries a reddieaded girl, and his home life has been one darn thing after another. Oh, no, this is not an orphanage! It is the residence of Soap Fairey. Soap married many years ago and now has a goodly number of little Faireys in his home. He goes to France, where he is granted an enormous pension by the French government. He is appointed a director of the Bank of France. The bank immediately goes to the wall. Hold on just one minute; the dust is suffocating. Those men who passed in that 999 h, p. automobile are C. C. Gams and M. K. Fort. They are famous lawyers — Lord, Lord, how this world is given to lying. They form a partnership and appear in a case before the Supreme Court of the United States. They succeed in convincing these august gentlemen that nothing is real; that life is made up of hallucinations. They die and go to Hades, but prove to the devil that they are not as bad as they seem, and arc straightway turned loose by his majesty. I hear a sound so great in intensity that it causes the very foundations of the earth to tremble. Ralph Jenkins is blowing his nose. Jenks is a great scientist. He goes to Egypt, where he makes discoveries of great scientific value. Jenks has proven conclusively to the world that the ancients knew all about wireless telegraphy, for he says that he has been unable to find any wires in the ruins of ancient cities. We are now at Monte Carlo. Seated at a table are I. B. Cromley and M. B. Patrick. They have a streak of luck and succeed in winning every- thing in sight. The)- buy out the place and establish there a home for worldly preachers. Later, Patrick goes to Africa, where he incites a rebellion among the natives, has himself made king, and sends missionaries to Spartanburg. Cromley marries a grass widow with a lovable disposition. 51 Clarence Guess is making his appearance. Clarence is employed by the Redpath Lyceum Bureau and is a most remarkable speaker. He has been known to talk for six hours without a pause — perpetual motion has almost been discovered. Music hath its charms. L somehow feel that we ' re in the presence of J. Hartwell Anderson. The South Atlantic States Music Festival is in full swing. Andy appears upon the stage and the audience is much amused by his voice. He decides that it is unwise for man to live alone and marries a girl of the Mary Garden type. Stop just one second ! I ' ll have to get a microscope to see this dwarfed microbe. I ' ll get it focused in a second. Great Caesar ' s ghost! It happens to be Laurie Izlar. Little T comes to Spartanburg to practice medicine. He falls through a crack in the overhead bridge and is hit by a passing- locomotive. He enters suit against the railroad company for $50,000, but. upon the advice of his lawyers, compromises for fifty cents. He mysteriously leaves the city one night and no trace of him has since been found. In this vision joy reigns supreme. A great audience is laughing and shouting. Harris DuBose and Joe Anderson are making a great hit in vaudeville. They are so comical that they cause old people to forget their age; lean people to grow fat; sad people to become glad — and it is even said that they caused one half-witted fool to laugh himself to death. Here comes a figure easily distinguished by its wavy brown hair and perpetual smile. It ' s none other than Luther Brice. Brice is the most popular man south of the north pole. He goes to Mexico, where he is made king- by the natives. The next vision is rather indistinct. Oh, I see; it ' s John Robinson, and as it is not yet mid-clay, his head is obstructing the rays of the sun. John is undoubtedly the tallest man on earth. He goes to Texas, where he is known as king of the cowboys. He finally becomes famous exploring the Mammoth Cave. What? Two sawed-off jelly-fish making their appearance? Oh, I misunderstood you. I can easily see the resemblance. Phil Huff and Johnnie Bethea are masters of the little game of amusement called poker. They received their degrees at Monte Carlo. Desiring to enter an exciting field of business, they buy the race-track at Charleston. They quarrel and decide to dissolve partnership. For sole possession of the business they decide to play a little game of poker. At the show-down Huff holds five kings, while Johnnie produces five aces. Johnnie is now owner of the track. Oh, joy! The next figure is Samuel Pendergrass Stackley. Sam owns and operates a swell cafe— but eats up all his profits and his business goes 52 to the wall. Later, he accepts a position with Rowan Distilling Company. The oriotundancy of his corporal ' dimensions is a monument to his undying love for port wine. )} I hear a voice shouting Government of the people and for the people. Carlisle Herbert is telling a gathering of farmers why he should be elected Governor of the Palmetto State. He runs on the Anti-Blease ticket and is defeated by a plurality greater than the number of people in the State. Hugh Anderson is superintendent of the public schools of Greenwood. Little Andy owes his election to the suffragettes of the city, who were fascinated by his handsome physiognomy and voted solidly for him. All the school children adore him— especially the girls, who think him awfully cute. . Paul Allen and Tom Lake are fashionable society men of New York. They are known far and wide as two of New York ' s big four — the other two are Thaw and Sulzer. They die and go to Hades, but upon learning that they are native sons of South Carolina, the devil grants them a pardon. The oldest man in existence is coming into view. Behind those flowing white whiskers, stained by tobacco juice, is Leonard S. King. Father is Chief Justice of the Supreme Court of the United States, and is the wisest judge of the twentieth century. He has reversed many decisions of the lower courts fining girls for wearing slit skirts. May he continue to grow- in wisdom as well as in years! Sam Layton has grown to be the biggest and strongest man in existence, and is looked upon by all as the hope of the white race. He positively refuses, however, to enter the ring and continues to devote his time to literary work. Walton Smith now owns a coal yard all his own. So successful does he become that he buys the Clinchfield coal fields and begins to give away coal. He marries a girl of the Gaby Deslys type, but divorces her when she insists upon sleeping with her poodle clog. Do you hear that unearthly noise? No, it is not the cry of a screech owl, neither is it the distant rumbling of thunder. Six Morrison is only singing that old familiar hymn. There ' s a Girl in the Heart of Maryland. His voice is the joy of his life and the curse of everybody else ' s. Don ' t be frightened! This is not an omen of evil, neither is it the aurora borealis. Field Wardlaw is coming into view. As he slowly makes his appearance I hear the most wonderful and effective oratory ever spoken. One can easilv tell, as the rich tones of his voice fall on the ear, that he is a finished orator. People from all parts of the country pay strict attention to him, and when he speaks his audience is visibly moved— he is calling trains at the Union Depot, St. Louis. 53 We are now in Horry Count}-, the industrial center of America. J. E. Ford is running for coroner on the Progressive ticket. There seems to be a great future ahead of Ford if he will only refrain from the use of strong o drink. What a noise! Surely all the demons in hell have broken their fetters and are making a dash for liberty. Oh. it is the vision of Bill Plyler making his appearance. Bill, you know, is always heard before he ' s seen. He follows the advice of Professor Morris, of Converse College; quits trying to sing, and opens a first-class lunch counter in Texas. Later, he goes to the Philip- pines, where he is mistaken for a native and is made first President of that new-born republic. Baxter DeShields is at Harvard, where lie receives the degrees of A. M.. LL. D., Litt. D. He then accepts a position as gymnasium instructor in his Alma Mater. Bryan Liles is a great banker in New Orleans. His firm does an immense business and has branch offices all over the South. C. C. Shell is in the newspaper business at Gaffney. He is a reporter on the staff of the Gaffney Ledger. The height of his ambition is reached when he is chosen editor of the Police Gazette. Fifty thousand people are at the Polo Grounds, New York, watching the deciding game between Washington and New York for the championship of the world. Sims is playing shortstop for Washington, while Carmichael is playing second base for New York. At the end of the nineteenth inning the score stands six to six. Sims ami Carmichael have each knocked six home runs. They are now presidents of their respective leagues. Lewis Oliver Rast is elected Mayor of Swansea on the Socialist ticket, and his administration marks the beginning of a new era in the history of that thriving metropolis. He marries a blind girl who recovers her sight and sues for a divorce. The divorce is granted, of course. I see a strange procession approaching. It is a gypsy tribe. But, Heavens! who is that riding in front? Tt is none other than Brock Segars, king of the tribe, with his dark-eyed queen of Romany beside him. Brock began life as a horse trader and became so proficient in the smooth-tongued art 5 that he could trade a goat for a Kentucky thoroughbred. After meeting and ruining the tribe, he became infatuated with the king ' s daughter and won her in a game of cards. Brock and his wife finally settle down at Sumter. Before me is a vast city of canvas. The largest tent is marked Patter- son ' s Circus. I go in and find a red-faced man abusing a clown for causing a fat man to laugh himself into an apoplectic fit. He turns and I recognize 54 him. It is Carlisle Patterson. Pat manages his circus with ability and Barnnm and Bailey are forced to sell out. He becomes enamored with the bearded lady and marries her. Can this fat man with the voice like the smooth drip of cylinder oil be Fred Moore? Fred a nd Soph Greneker are very wealthy . They make millions selling gold bricks to unsuspecting innocents in the West. Bishop and Soph have now retired and roam the world a couple of sanctimonious Wallingfords. Who is that fellow coming towards me? His face is pale and drawn, and his eyes burn with a feverish fire. Dibble Moss, it seems. Dibble tries to learn the art of whistling on his fingers until the continued effort nearly blows out his brains. In his declining years he is converted to the Church of the Unknown Tongue and says all sorts of crazy things. The laziest man in existence is making his appearance. I see Dick Cross as he is rolled about in a rolling chair by two men. Dick is many times a millionaire and seems to be taking life easy. How he made his fortune is a mystery to all. Happy Burch begins life as a country school teacher, but decides that such is not his calling. He is now engaged in posting signs on billboards. Ah, my prophetic soul! I hear a terrible noise in a mansion on Fifth Avenue. It is poor, henpecked Jesse Norman quarreling with his wife. He marries a knock-kneed, pigeon-toed heiress with false teeth and a glass eye. Jesse resents hooking her up in the back when she has seven maids and decides that poverty is better than such conjugal bliss. He sues for a divorce, which is not granted. The poor fellow is now taking an advanced course in curtain lectures. Gracious! Did you hear that terrific explosion? It sounded the death knell for Zenus Sprott and Deutsch Byers. They were the world ' s greatest pharmacists and had discovered many wonderful remedies. They were blown into atoms by the explosion of a chemical mixture with which tliev were experimenting . Whose tremendous establishment over there? Oh, over the door is written : Drs. Hutto, Heinitsh and Timmons. Kinky hair made soft and straight. Branch offices all over the South. Their patients are decidedly brunette, and vast throngs of them come from their doors happy in the transformation. They make millions in their beneficent work, and before long a kinky-haired African will be as much of a curiosity as one with blue eyes and golden hair. Oh, no, little girl. Don ' t talk about that fellow Moyer. He lets to-mor- row take care of itself. Come! Suppose we awake from this reverie and go to the theater. It pays, you know, to enjoy the present. L. Auburn Moyer, Prophet. 55 OFFICERS E. F. LUCAS - President W. B. STUCKEY...- Vice-President J. J. RILEY Secretary and Historian J. M. TOWNSEND ' . Treasurer 57 JUNIOR OFFICERS E F. LUCAS President W B STUCKEY - Vice-President AND ASSISTANT EXCHANGE EDITOR JOURNAL J J. RILEY Secretary HISTORIAN AND ASSISTANT LITERARY EDITOR BOHEMIAN T M. TOWNSEND - . .Treasurer AND MANAGER BASKET-BALL TEAM P T SYFAN ' Manager Football ' ASSISTANT BUSINESS MANAGER BOHEMIAN AND ASSISTANT LITERARY EDITOR JOURNAL WM MELVIN - CAPTAtN Football AND ASSISTANT ATHLETIC EDITOR BOHEMIAN C. E. KING - -- : Captain Baseball T n t-ouv • Manager Baseball J. K. r KrLY - - F. D. EVANS Captain Basket-Ball H L CIINKSCALES Assistant Art Editor Bohemian and assistant business manager journal HOUSTON MANNING Assistant Advertising Manager Bohemian 58 Junior Class History N a beautiful sunny September morning in the year 1911 a group of forlorn youths, collected from the four corners of the Universe, assembled in the chapel of Old Wofford and began the history of the Class of 1915. College to the imaginations of most of us had been pictured as a romantic place free from all cares of the outside world, but such hopes and fond expectations were soon expelled through the combined efforts of an enduring Faculty and the kindly disposed upper classmen; but though our illusions were completely shattered by the cold facts of reality, we did not give up, but settled clown to striving with all our might. A class meeting having been held and a semblance of unity formed by the election of such officers as are prescribed by custom, we began the onward march to the goal of our ambition, namely, an education. In our midst, however, there proved to be some whose purposes in life were not limited to the mere routine of class work, and so there appeared certain small divisions which may be classified under the general heads of Athletes, Orators, and Loafers. In all phases of athletic work our representatives have more than held their own. They have reflected great credit upon the class both in then- contests with the other classes and by their work on the varsity teams. Oratory, though, is our long suit. From the first public appearance of the class in the Freshman Declamation Contest down to the present time, honors in speaking have been ours. Not only in the contests within the class, but in the societies, in the Oratorical Contest, and in the college debates, our speakers have proved their worth. One-half of the oratorical speakers and college debaters this year are members of our class. Besides these two divisions there is another, but we are glad to say smaller, group which, for want of a better name, we have designated as loafers. All of them are jolly good fellows, loved by every one, but with no fixed purpose in life. Yes, there are some of these among us, but they are gradually diminishing in number. We hate to see them go, but the fates have willed otherwise and we can only bid them farewell and wish for them that ease in life which they so desire. No organization can rightly be called such without good leaders, and as the reader of these pages has been led to believe, the Class of 1915 has li! bad such. In our Freshman Year the officers were : J. M. Townsend. Presi- dent ; O. A. Darby, Vice-President ; F. C. Aver. Secretary and Treasurer. Sophomore Year: R. J. Syfan. President: G. W. Wannamaker, Jr., Vice- President; H. L. Clinkscales, Secretary and Treasurer. Junior Year : E. F. Lucas, President: W. B. Stuckey, Vice-President; J. M. Townsend, Treas- urer; J. J. Riley, Secretary. The vear is rapidly drawing to a close, and with a feeling that almost borders on terror at the thought of the responsibilities that will be ours with the coming of another year, but inspired and strengthened by the Wofford spirit that is ours by inheritance, we welcome it with confidence and gladness. John J. Riley, Historian. Junior Class Roll BLACKMON, E. H Orangeburg, S. C. BROADWAY, B. B ..Summerton, S. C. BROWN, W. J Leo, S. C. BOMAR, E. C Spartanburg, S. C. CHRISTMAN, M. S Spartanburg, S. C. CHRISTMAN, W. F Spartanburg, S. C. CLINKSCALES, H. L Greenwood, S. C. COX, A. M Dothan, N. C. CROMLEY, J. V : Saluda, S. C. DUKES, H. N Sandersville, Ga. EVANS, F. D Elloree, S. C. EDWARDS. E. G Mullins, S. C. FREY, J. R Fair Forest, S. C. HUTCHISON, J. C Ninety-Six, S. C. HARLEY, J. S Orangeburg, S. C. HOLMAN, W. W .St. Matthews, S. C. HUGHES, G. T Columbia, S. C. HAYNES, H. G , Wilkinsville, S. ' c. HERBERT, A. S Orangeburg, S. C. JORDAN, O. G Lamar, S. C. KENNY. R. E ' . Johnston, S. C. KLUGH, W. G . ' Greenwood, S. C. KING, C. E McBee, S. C. K HARSH. J. C Olar, S. C. LUCAS, E. F Laurens, S. C. LANHAM, J. ML Spartanburg, S. C. LeGETTE, J. Y Latta, S. C. MERCHANT, J. E Spartanburg, S. C. McFALL, J. J Pickens, S. C. MANNING, H Latta, S. C. MARLOWE, G. G ■ . Dothan, N. C. MONROE, C. A Marion, S. C. MELVIN, W Dillon, S. C. MOSELEY, R. R ' . Laurens, S. C. PERRY, G. M Rockton, S. C. RILEY, J. J , Orangeburg, S. C. RAYSOR, F. W St. Matthews, S. C. 63 Junior Class Roll Continued „„ . _ Swansea, S. C. RUCKER, J. S „ „ r _ Sumter, b. U STUCKEY, W. B ' „ ■ _ „ BlSHOPVILLE, b. U STUCKEY, R. C ....CORANACA, b. U STUART, J. D „ Manning, b. U SPROTT, C. W ...Manning, b. L . SPROTT, J. R 4 _ r Abbeville, b. L. SYFAN, R. J „ ,. t- t iv t ....Bennettsville, S. L. TOWNSEND, J. M Orangeburg, b. L. WOLFE, J. S Inman, b. C WOLFE, J. A ' ...Chakleston, b. v.. WIGFALL, C. Y „ TT „ Spartanburg, b. u WATERS, H. G - ' Spartanburg, b. u WALL, W. D . ..Spartanburg, b. U WHITMAN, J. D „ ....Greeleyville, b. L. WHITTAKER, P . «r tn .. .St. Matthews, b. L. WANNAMAKER, G. W.. JR 154 fnQUGH on rktJT SOPHS OFFICERS G. C. ADAMS President W. G. RAMSEUR - Vice-President W. W. DANIEL , Secretary C. A. CARTER Treasurer W. G. ARIAIL— Historian 65 SORH OFF ERS G. C. ADAMS W. G. RAMSEUR President .Vice-President AND ASSISTANT LITERARY EDITOR BOHEMIAN Secretary W. W. DANIEL Treasurer C A. CARTER ...Historian W G. ARIAIL ' R L. OSBORNE Manager and Captain Baseball Team captain of football team Manager of Football Team J. C. PRUITT ----- Manager of Basket-Ball Team R A PATTERSON ' ' v ' _ ... K - A - r Captain of Basket-Ball Team J P. EARLE 66  Sophomore Class Officers - Sophomore Class History S the years move on with rapid pace down the corridors of time, bearing with them each joy and each sorrow, each hope and each disappointment, which compose our exist- ence in this world, we are compelled to value greatly the comforting gift which the Creator has given us, the gift of memory. The past lies behind us like a mirage in a desert of departed years. Some of us, no doubt, are thirsty for the drink of yore, but alas ! the desert is dry and memory alone is the mirage. Past years! past hopes and ideals! Oh, irrevocable life! no more to be, no more to seem ; like a vague dream, and yet like a vivid reality. O charming past, could we recall thee over again ! On the eighteenth day of September, 1912, a large band of youths entered college and became entitled to the name of Freshmen. This band. I suppose, was like all other such, and so there was apparently nothing out of the ordinary about it. Like all Freshmen since human history began, either on entering college or on entering the school of life, they were haunted by a longing for home. In their memories rose a vision of the old home on the farm, or the home- stead on the square, and frequently in their eyes the tears gathered. Out in the wide world alone, to learn life as men may know it, boyhood past, every- thing new, living in haunting fear of burly Sophomores, Freshmen! Ah! life was indeed changed, but with resolute courage they began to make the best of it by applying themselves. We, the Class of 1916, are now Sophomores, and the Freshman part of us is forever dead, though we say with reverence to its memory, Dead but not forgotten. After a year of greenness and of fright, we have reached the exalted position in college as Sophomores. Some of our com- rades have dropped by the wayside, a few of our friends have deserted us in quest of collegiate education, but the majority of us are still here, and we trust this number will be granted diplomas from Wofeord. On the seventeenth of September, 1913, we, for the second time, made entrance into college. Of course, we did not have the feeling of timidity and fear which we had when Freshmen, yet we were even again affected by home- longings. Perhaps there is no feeling of importance in the world that can compare with that which creeps into the soul of a Sophomore when he returns to college. How he looks down on a Freshman ! Behold the Lion 69 and rat. He feels as though he were the mightiest man in college. And so felt we, since human nature is the same throughout all years. During the latter part of our Freshman year we held a class meeting and elected the following officers : President, G. C. Adams ; Vice-President, W. G. Ramseur; Secretary, W. W. Daniel; Treasurer, C. A. Carter. In athletics we elected the following: Manager of Baseball Team, R. L. Osborne; cap- tain, R. L. Osborne; Manager of Football Team, J. C. Pruitt. captain, R. L. Osborne; Manager of Basket-ball Team, R. A. Patterson; Captain, T. P. Earle. On Annual Staff: Assistant Literary Editor, W. G. Ramseur; Assistant Athletic Editor, R. L. Osborne; Assistant Art Editor, Warren Ariail. In athletics, we are proud to say that our class stands at the top. When varsity football was sanctioned recently by the Trustees, a member of out- class was elected by the student-body as captain of the next year team — R. L. Osborne. Our football team lost only one class game this year, and that game was played very closely. The Sophomore speakers have not yet been elected, and. therefore, they can not be mentioned here. Vet we trust they will do justice to the class they represent, and that each of them will make the Class of 1916 proud of them. Time wasteth not and we can not longer tarry. Behold ! a little while and the New Year 1916 will enter into the world, and on that anticipated night of June our Alma Mater will endow us with the long-sought-for diplomas. We shall then enter the world, each for himself, to make failure or success. We shall take separate paths and some may never meet again. Some of us may journey to the land beyond the sunset. So, presently, let us live that our Alma Mater can be proud of us, and that in the annals of Wofford ' s history the Class of 1916 will hold an honored place. Two years more ! May we improve each hour unto the last. May we bury no talent, but strive as now to hold an important place in the uplifting of humanity. We all can ' t be generals, but. thank God, we can do a private ' s duty! Let us honor duty, and fear nothing except failure. Warren Ariail, Historian. 70 J Sophomore Class Roll ADAMS, G. C Mr( „,,.. S. C. ARIAIL, W. G Lake City, S. C. BENNETT, J. L.. JR , : Clio, S. C. BOWMAN, H. C ■. ...Orangeburg. S. C. BEST, R. H Pacolet, S. C. BROOKS, A. L ■ _ Fountain Inn, S. C. CABRAL, N. V Porto Allegre, Brazil. CALHOUN, J. L Ninety-Six, S. C. CANNON, R. C Venters, S. C. CARTER, C. A...: Lancaster, S. C. CARTER, P. T : Lowryville, S. C. CASTLES, J. C Smyrna. S. C. CAUTHEN, J. C Dillon, S. C. COVINGTON. J. C Clio, S. C. CREIGHTON, C. R Spartanburg, S. C. CREWS, W. H Spartanburg, S. C. CUNNINGHAM, J. C Spartanburg, S. C. CUDD, R. L Spartanburg, S. C. CROMLEY, B. G Saluda, S. C. CHICK, J. B ... Spartanburg, S. C. DANIEL, W. W Columbia, S. C. DARGAN, W. H : Aiken, S. C. DAVIS, H. M Inman, S. C. DUNBAR, I. D Union, S. C. DOWLING, E. L Darlington, S. C. DUNLAP, S. C Union, S. C. EARLE, J. P Spartanburg, S. C. EDENS, R. M , Clio, S. C. EPPS, W. D Cades, S. C. EUBANKS, J. E .- Warrenville, S. C. ENLOE, J. J Anderson, S. C. FAIREY, T. K St. Matthews, S. C. FELKEL, H. E Elloree, S. C. FLETCHER, R T McColl, S. C. FURSE, E. W , , Summerton, S. C. GLEATON, W. D . Pinopolis, S. C. GOSNELL, C. B : Inman, S. C. GRIFFIN, H. E Ninety-Six, S. C. GRIFFITH, H. P : Gaffney, S. C. GRIFFIN, J. L , .. Pinewood, S! C. HALL, N. A Manning, S. C. HALL, W. D Gaffney, S. C. HARRIS, J. W., JR Spartanburg, S. C. HAMER, E. B Marion, S. C. HODGES, W. H., JR Bamberg. S. C. HOLCOMBE, V. E Woodruff, S. C. HOOD, J. H Hickory Grove, S. C. HOWARD, C. T..., Spartanburg, S. C. 71 Sophomore Class Roll Continued Laurens, S. C. HUFF, O. P Venters, S. C. HUGHES, B. S I ,. mar, S. C. JORDAN, F. A Spartanburg, S. C. JOHNSON, C. L Bennettsville, S. C. KIRKWOOD, R. B Spartanburg, S. C. LANKFORD, B. C Prosperity, S. C. LANGFORD, J. R GreeRi S . C. McCLIMON, J. S Pacolet, S. C. MCLAUGHLIN, J. M Spartanburg, S. C. MALONE, A. L Greenwood, S. C. MEDLOCK, R. T Marion, S. C. MONTGOMERY, J. K Prosperity, S. C. MITCHELL, P. B Kemper, S. C. MOODY, H. M - ..Laurens, S. C. MOSELEY, E. F White Stone, S. C. MURPH, J. E Spartanburg, S. C. OSBORNE, R. L Edgefield, S. C. OUZTS, W. H Pendleton, S. C. PALMER, G. W Florence, S. C. PENDERGRASS, E. P Spartanburg, S. C. PATTERSON, R. A lvA , s. C. PRUITT, J. C .c; L , 0 . S. C. PATE, REMBERT Anderson, S. C. PRINCE, GEO. E„ JR Central, S. C. RAMSEUR, W. G R()CK Hill, S. C. REID, T. F Rock Hill, S. C. REID, W. C Lamar, S. C. REYNOLDS, J. B Swansea, S. C. RUCKER, R. W Spartanburg, S. C. SMITH. R. A Orangeburg, S. C. SMITH, R. J Bishopville, S. C. STUCKEY, J. E., JR ™ Spartanburg, S. C. SMITH, G. ! ' ... JR ' Spartanburg, S. C. SPROTT, J. E ' - Manning, S. C. SPROTT, J. M Loris, S. C. SUGGS, W. K Anderson, S. C. SULLIVAN, W. B Spartanburg, S. C. TILLINGHAST, D. A Lodge, S. C. THOMPSON, J. E Spartanburg, S. C. THROWER, H. T Sandersville, jA. TYLER, JONES Spartanburg, S. C. WALKER, J. A.. JR Allendale, S. C. WOLLING, J. S Spartanburg, S. C. WILLIAMS, J. L. M ...Columbia. S. C. WHARTON, W. C Spartanburg. S. C. WHITESIDES, G. E ...Conway, S. C. WILLIAMS, L. D. B - Gray Court, S. C. YEARGIN, L. T Chappells, S. C. ZIMMERMAN, J. H 72 4 74 Freshman Class History OME call us Rats, some Freshies, but the most civilized of them call us Freshmen. Whatever we are, we entered the noble doors of old Wofford on the seventeenth day of September, nineteen hundred and thirteen. So getting here has been accomplished. As to how long we will stay, time alone can tell. It was a memorable day for old Wofford, that seven- teenth clay of September, nineteen hundred and thirteen, when the Class of ' 17 entered her doors. It was a memorable day, too, for each member of the Class of ' 17. Few of us realized then, or even realize now, what an all-impor- tant day in our lives it was. We entered very green, as expected, and after passing through that well- known state of mental suffering known as home-sickness, we settled down, or thought we did, to some hard studying. The first month passed off rather slowly, it seemed to us. The second seemed much shorter. The third, though, seemed very long, for we could see in the near future the Christmas holidays looking us in the face, and it took quite a little patience for us to wait until the Faculty-appointed day to leave for our homes for the holidays. We had a good, long holiday, though, when it did come, and we enjoyed every minute of it. It seemed very hard to come back and prepare for the examination rush after such a rest, but such is life. We have organized our class with the following officers : President, T. H. Glenn; Vice-President, J. T. Huggins ; Secretary-Treasurer. F. F. Rob- erts; Historian, J. F. Herbert. Our athletic teams have all done good work. Although we haven ' t won everything, we have done well and won our full share of the laurels. Our baseball team has done especially good work. The teams have officers as follows : Baseball : Captain, Wharton ; Manager, Whitmire ; football : Cap- tain, Brunson ; Manager, Wharton; basket-ball: Captain, Welborn ; Mana- ger, Thomason. The Freshman exhibition speakers have been chosen, and are: From the Calhoun Society, Harlan Wood and J. O. Kinard ; from the Carlisle Society, J. S. Smith and John Harlee ; from the Preston Society, T. H. Glenn and J. F. Herbert. We believe that the societies have chosen the right speakers as their representatives and we are anticipating an excellent exhi- bition. 77 The college has given us several receptions which we have all enjoyed and appreciated. We have at these receptions become better acquainted with one another and, better still, become acquainted with some of Spartanburg ' s fairer sex. As the year draws to its close we realize that we haven ' t clone our best. We have wasted too much valuable time. We are all, doubtless, making resolutions to do better and accomplish more next year. We have, sad to say, lost several of our members during the course of the year. Most of these have been forced to withdraw on account of sickness or some other una- voidable causes. We are, indeed, sorry to lose these men, and wish to them the best that life can give them. We, the remaining part of the class, are just coming to realize that life is but what we make it. Let us make it Something, Something in the greater sense of the word. J. F. Herbert, Historian. 78 N Freshman Class Roll ABNEY, J. R Greenwood, S. C. ALEXANDER, A. B Spartanburg, S. C. ANDERSON, E. M Tucapau, S. C. ATTAWAY, D. H Spartanburg, S. C. AVENT, C. S Spartanburg, S. C. BEST, A. H Spartanburg, S. C. BAGWELL, S. R : Spartanburg, S. C. BENNETT, JOEL Marion, N. C. BENNETT, L. M Lancaster, S. C. BLAIR, L. M Blairs, S. C. BOLICK, W. B Saluda, N. C. BOULWARE, B. W Montreat, N. C. BOYLE, R. B Sumter, S. C. BOSTICK, F. B ; Pacolet, S. C. BOWEN, E. T Blancv, S. C. BREEDEN, D. C Bennettsville, S. C. BREELAND, W. L Holly Hill, S. C. BROOKS, J. E Fountain Inn, S. C. BRONSON, GEO. W Spartanburg, S. C. BURNETTE, J. J., JR . Spartanburg, S. C. BUNCH, J. B Spartanburg, S. C. BYRUM, R. H . Columbia, S. C. CALDWELL, JESS Cherryville, N. C. CARLISLE, H. B., JR Spartanburg, S. C. CATES, R. Z, JR Spartanburg, S. C. CAUTHEN, C. E Dillon, S. C. CHENAULT, C. A Anderson, S. C. CLARKSON, C. A : Heinemann, S. C. CUDD, L. N Spartanburg, S. C. CLEMENT, FRED Inman, S. C. DANIEL, J. M ,.. v .; Union, S. C. DANTZLER, F. M Parler, S. C. DANTZLER, O. M ! Parler, S. C. DeSHIELDS, C. H Laurens, S. C. DeSHIELDS, L. M . ' . Enoree, S C DUNOVANT, R. G. M Edgefield S. ' C. EARLE, T. M [ Spartanburg, S. C. EDWARDS, J. S Greers, S. C. FERGUSON, A. B Lancaster, S. C. FIELDER, F Spartanburg, S. C. FIELDER, W Spartanburg, S. C. FORT, L. W Gaffney, S. C. FULLER, J. A Laurens, S. C. GARRISON, E. K Anderson, S. C. 7!J Freshman Class Roll Continued Chester, S. C. GLENN, T. H: : NlC HOLS, S. C. GOODYEAR, V. S Spartanburg, S. C. GRAHAM, G. W Spartanburg. S. C GRAHAM, J. M Lynchburg, S. C. GRIFFIN, R. - Chester, S. C. HARDIN, L. G Florence, S. C. HARLLEE, J. M McCormick, S. C. HARMON, WISTAR.... , XMAN , S . C. HARRIS, L. C ..In man, S. C. HARRIS, T. H Sumter, S. C. HERBERT. J. F Spartanburg, S. C. HERRING, J. W Spartanburg, S. C. HINES, W. E. -— — ZIspartanburg. S. C. HAMMOND, ARTHUR...- —- SpRiNGS g Q HOBSON. PAT Nichols, S. C. HUGGINS, J. T Union _ s c. HUGHES, R. A Spartanburg, S. C. HUTTO, R. H. . .. ...Honea Path, S. C. JOHNSON, T. C St GeqrgEj s c. JUDY, M. S • Spartanburg, S. C. KEELEY, S. S Epworth, S. C. KINARD, H. B Epworth, S. C. KINARD, J. Z Darlington, S. C. LAW, W. P Spartanburg, S. C. LEDBETTER. S. E... Rexdvhle, S. C. LEONARD. J. O Anderson, S. C. LIGON, J. M Spartanburg, S. C. LIGON, W. P Chester, S. C. LUMPKIN, R. E Spartanburg, S. C. LYTLE, F. L Holly Hill, S. C. McLEOD, P. B Duncan, S. C. MOORE. LEON.... Cowpens, S. C. MOORE, R. H • Central , S . C MORGAN, C. E Anderson, S. C. neeley. j. w ;:;:::::spartanburg. s. c. NESBITT, J. C Spartanburg, S. C. PATTERSON, C. B Sum ter, S. C. REMBERT, R. H Bamberg, S. C. RHOAD, W. 1).. JR .Latta, S. C. ROBERTS, F. F Orangeburg ' , S. C. RUPLE, M rock Hill, S. C. SANDERS, H. W Pie dmont, S. C. SEAWRIGHT. W. M Columbia, S. C. SHAFFER, N. H Spartanburg, S. C. SHERIDAN, W. M SO Freshman Class Roll — Continued SIMMONS, G. E Spartanburg, S. c STUCKEY, J. E BlSHOPVILLE, S. c. SMITH, J. S Lowndes ville, S. c. SMOAK, R. A Whitestone, S. c. SNOWE, D. A Reidville, S. c. STILLWELL, J. R MCCORMICK, S. c. STONE, M. C Spartanburg, s. c. SUMMERS, T. R Orangeburg, s. c. TATE, M. I Anderson, s. c. THOMASON, F. L Charlotte, N. c. THOMPSON, F. A Conway, s. c. TURNER, H. G ,. Spartanburg, s. c. THOMPSON, J. E Colleton, s. c. VAUGHAN, F. F Lamar, s. c. WALKER, P. H Spartanburg, s. c. WANNAMAKER, E. J Orangeburg, s. c. WELBORN, R. F r. Easley, s. c. WELLS, C. R : Darlington, s. c. WHARTON, E. M Greenwood, s. c. WHITMIRE, W. C Brevard, N. c. WIGGINS, J. E = Holly Hill, s. c. WILLIAMS, L. L Glenn Springs, s. c. WILLIAMS, J. L. M Spartanburg, s. c. WILLIAMSON, T. J Ninety-Six, s. c. WOOD, H Spartanburg, s. c. WOODWARD, H. C , BlSHOPVILLE, s. c. YARBOROUGH, M. J Saluda, s. c. ZIMMERMAN, C. A — Duncan, s. c. 81 John C. Calhoun Calhoun Society A T t? Y AM nF T3 A ri Fuller, J. A. Merchant, J. E. NDkKbUJN, XL. ivi . Graham, G. W. Montgomery, J. K. A tvt ncD cnvr T rn A PTU ' KI T rVNDLKbUN, J. nAKl tU Graham, J. W. Moore, R. H. A vr nc ncn T T 1 T T T C TT Greneker, T. B. Nesbitt, J. C. A n A HT C l ADAM o, V J . V_ . Griffin, Rob Osborne, R. L. A 717 TT f Hall, N. A. Padgett, V. L. XI A ru ci T r DAU WtLL, O. XV. Hamer, E. B. Pate, Rembert T3 ttt ur a T ( Harmon, W. Patterson, R. A. DtN IN Xvl 1 , J ■ -L-- Herring, J. W. Patrick, M. B. DLA1K, J-j. J.VX. Heinitsh, H. E. Pendergrass, E. I ' . T5 Alt AD H I J30MAK, XL. V_ . Holcombe, V. E. Prince, G. E., Jr. X UX-1CK, VV . Xj. Howard, C. T. Riley, J. J. Rhvt f A R Huff, 0. P. Rhoad, W. D., Jr. Rr TTT W-AT?TT T- A DUULVVAKt, Lr. vv . Huff, P. D. Shell, C. C. T-? T T1T7 TVT 1 1 ( Huggins, J. T. Smith, Wm. H. jDKlLJi, J-.. LS-. Hutchison, J. C. Smith, R. A. B TT T T XT C t l TlT It A JdKUNSOJN, vj. VV . Hutto, R. N. Sprott, T. Z. DYLKd, VV . 1VJ_. Jenkins, R. S. Sprott, C. W. C ATTTW17M 1 P Johnson, C. L. Sprott, J. M. f at nwFr t Tfcqit AL.1t W H.L1., J JjOSC, Kelly, Sam Stackley, S. P. AKLlbLJi., L -, JK. Kenny, R. E. Stuart, J. D. 1 A TT T T. T 1 V AKIEK, Jr. L. Kinard, H. B. Stilwell, J. R. r attti; T? y Tr Kinard, J. Q. Stone, M. C. f TI C T T A T TT T T T JrLJilN I U LI , L . -Lo Kirkwood, R. B. Sullivan, W. B. Clinkscales, H. L. Klugh, W. F. Summers, T. R. Covington, J. C. Lake, T. D., Jr. Tillinghast, D. A. Crews, W. H. Langford, J. R. Townsend, J. M. Creighton, C. R. Lanham, J. M. Walker, J. A. Cross, W. D. Layton, S. G. Walker, P. H. Cudd, R. L. Ligon, L. M. Wannamaker, E. J Dunovant, R. G. M. Ligon, W. P. Wardlavv, J. F. Earle, J. P. Lucas, E. F. Wells, C. R. Earle, T. M. Lyles, B. Wharton, E. M. Edens, R. M. Malone, A. L. Wharton, W. C. Fairey, R. T. Medlock, R. T. Whitman, J. B. Fielder, F. Melvin, W. Williams, L. L. Fielder, W. Williamson, T, J. Fletcher, R. T. Wood, H. 85 Dr. Jas. H. Carlisle Carlisle Society Presidents Carlisle Literary Society Attaway, D. H. Best, R. H. Bowen, E. T. Broadway, B. B. Brown, W. J. Burch, J. E. Carmichael, D. C. Carter, C. A. Cabral, N. V. Cromley, I; B. Cromley, J. V. Cromley, B. G. Cox, A. M. Dowling, E. L. Dukes, H. N. DuBose, H. P. Dunbar, I. D. Dunlap, S. C. Edwards, G. Eubank s, J. E. Ford, J. E. Fort, M. K. Garris, C. C. Gleaton, W. D. Goodyear, V. S. Harris, J. W. Hines, W. E. Harllee, J. M. Hobson, H. Hutto, G. A. Hughes, B. S. Hughes, G. T. Hughes, R. A. Islar, L. T. Jordan, F. A. Jordan, O. G. King, C. E. King, L. S. Law, W. P. LeGette, J. Y. Marlowe, G. G. Moody, H. N. McFall, J. J. Palmer, G. W. Plyler, W. E. Pruitt, J. C. Rast, L. O. Raysor, F. S. Reynolds, J. B. Roberts, F. F. Robinson, J. I. Rucker, J. S. Rucker, R. W. Seawright, W. M. Sanders, PL W. Segars, J. B. Sims, C. M. Smith, M. L. Smith, J. G. Simmons, G. E. Stuckey, J. E.. Jr. Stuckey, R. C. Suggs, W. K. Syfan, R. Tate, M. I. Tyler, J. Thompson, G. A. Williams, L. D. B. Whitmire, W. C. Wall, W. D. Wolfe, J. A. Yarborough, M. J. Zimmerman, J. H. 89 William Preston Preston Society Presidents Preston Literary Society Roll Allen, P. M. Gosnell, C. B. Moss, S. D. Anderson, J. P. Griffin, H. E. Mover, L. A. Bennett, L. M. Griffin, J .L. Murph, J. E. Blackman, E. H. Griffith, H. P. Morgan, C. E. Bostic, F. J. Guess, C. D. Meeley, J. Wi Bowman, H. C. Hall, W. D. Norman, J. B. Breeland, W. L. Harley, J. S. Patterson, J. C. Brooks, A. L. Harmon, A. M. Perry, J. M. Brooks, J. E. Harris, L. C. Ramseur, W. G. Byrum, R. H. Harris, T. H. Rembert, R. H. Cannon, R. C. Haynes, G. Reid, W. C. Cauthen, J. C. Herbert, A. S. Reid, T. F. Cauthen, L. J. Herbert, Jas. F. Ruple, M. T. Castles, J. O. Herbert, T. C. C XT TT Shaffer, N. H. Christman, M. S. Hodges, W. H. Smith, G. B. Christman, W. F. Hood, J. H. Smith, R. J. Clarkson, C. A. HoLMAN, W. Smith, W. H. Clement, F. H. Hook, E. H. Smoak, R. A. Cunningham, J. C. Johnson, T. C. Snowe, D. A. Daniel, J. M. Josey, H. L. Steadman, W. W. Daniel, W. W. Judy, M. S. Stuckey, W. B. Dantzler, F. N. Kearse, J. C. Sprott, J. E. Dantzler, M. 0. Langford, J. M. Timmons, G. V. Davis, H. M. Ledbetter, S. E. Thomason, F. A. Dargan, W. Lytle, F. L. Thompson, J. E. DeShields, B. F. Manning, H. Turner, Grady DeShields, C. H. McClimon, J. S. Wannamaker, G. W Edwards, J. S. McLaughlin, J. M. Waters, H. Enloe, J. J. McLeod, P. B. W H1TAKER, R. Epps, W. D. Monroe, C. A. Whitesides, G. E. Evans, F. D. Moore, Fred Welborn, A. F. Fairey, T. K. Moore, Leon Wiggins, J. E. Felkel, H. E. Moore, LeRoy Williams, J. M. Frey, J. R. Morrison, C. W. Wolfe, J. S. Garrison, E. K. Morrison, E. C. Yeargin, L. T. Glenn, T. H. Moseley, R. R. Zimmerman, R. C. 93 offorii (Eollen? Journal Established 1889 Vol. 24 PUBLISHED THE 15xH OF EACH COLLEGE MONTH BY THE CALHOUN. CARLISLE AND PRESTON LITERARY SOCIETIES SPARTANBURG. S. C. Entered at the Post-office, Spartanburg, S. C, as Second Class Matter STAFF J. Emerson Ford (Carlisle) Editor-in-Chief T. C. Herbert (Preston) Business Manager M. B. Patrick (Calhoun) Literary Editor H. L. Clinkscales (Calhoun) Assistant Business Manager R. J. Syfan (Carlisle) Assistant Literary Editor Marion K. Fort (Carlisle) Local Editor T. Hartwell Anderson (Calhoun) Exchange Editor B. F. DeShields (Preston) Athletic Editor W. B. Stuckey (Preston) Assistant Exchange Editor LeRoy Moore (Preston) Y. M. C. A. Editor Journal Staff Cfje Castle of Dreams is built, methinks, in the midst of the clouds, And is reached by an airship ' s flight; - is peopled with fairies and elfin folk— You can see it the darkest of nights. It is built 011 an isle in the midst of the seas, Where the billows roar all day; And yon can see as plain as can be, The nymphs and elves at flay. It is built somewhere in a far-away realm. Perhaps near a moon-lit lake; But the thing that seems so funny to me. It fades away when you wake! It is built on the bank of a river of pearls, Where the dewdrops glisten and gleam; And you pass, by the mythical Bridge of Sighs, To the land of the Castle of Dreams. It must have been built by the fairies, I think. ' Cause not like a dwelling it seems. Did you ever hear of such wonderful house. As this magical Castle of Dreams. ' D. L. Edwards. 98 The Squaring (Awarded South Carolina Intercollegiate Press Association Short- Story Medal, 1913-14. ) HE city editor glanced up from his desk with a scowl. Anne, he said, between puffs on a long, black cigar, we ' ve got to have a big sob-story on the white-slave traffic. It ' s the chance of a lifetime. The people are already stirred up over the recent investigations, and a good sob-yarn just now will set them wild. It ' s your chance, I tell you. Go out and see if you can ' t round up a good one — take your own time. Anne nodded and walked out. She had already long been thinking of just such a thing, and an idea to go down and investigate things herself kept recurring to her. She decided to do it. The next clay found her measuring ribbons behind the counter of a department store. Working with her in ribbons Anne found a pretty little girl, who was also a new clerk. Adele — that was her name — had just come to the city and this w r as her first position. She was quick to accept the proffered friendship and was delighted at Anne ' s suggestion that they should room together. She was so very lonely, she told Anne, that it sometimes seemed that she would just die unless she could find some one who would listen a moment to her troubles and comfort and cuddle her just a bit. She didn ' t know ' a soul in all the millions of them in the city, she said, unless you counted one young man who had helped her very kindly with a bundle on a street car late one afternoon as she was on her way home from work. He had seemed very nice and kind, and had even promised to come to see her at the store. Did Anne reckon he ' d ever really come? Anne had slightly raised her eyebrows at this information, but she said nothing. She was not surprised when the young gentleman came the next afternoon. After conversing excitedly with him for a few moments, Adele ran to Anne with the news that Mr. Bailey wanted to take them out that night and. with her permission, would bring his friend, Mr. Chadwdck. Well pleased at the progress of the game, Anne accepted the invitation. After that Mr. Bailey ' and Mr. Chaclwick came often — very often. Bailey was the average-looking man of the city, having an indefinable atmos- phere of the beer garden and the race-track clinging to him. It could be readily 99 seen however, that Chadwick was of far better stuff than Ins friend. In spite of the fact that he, too, bore himself with the charact eristic an- of the sporting man of the city, a glance at his face indicated a far greater breadth ° f ' Verfcoolly and calmly Anne watched her plot thicken. The young men came almost every night now, and they took in the movies and visited a beer garden or public dance hall afterwards. All these pleasures were as new to Anne as to Adele. Of course, up to this time she viewed the whole affau the nightly routine, the gay excitement, and especially her associates w these men whom she knew to be dangerous, as mere incidents m the game he was playing. And only such they were, she tried to make her murmur ipg conscience believe, in spite of the certain vague pleasures she got . out of it She attributed these to her natural joy in taking a nsk-a business usk. That One S nSt Anne was sick and did not go out as usual. When the others had ,o„e a great feeling of loneliness came over her. She hadn t ahz how she would miss the nightly round of joys and excitemen s. Sb had never realized what a hold they had gotten upon her. Or was it Mi. Chad ■IkP Anne started up in bed at the thought. He had made himself ve ao-reeable, had always been so kind and considerate, she reflected surely he ouMn ' t be what she feared? She sickened at the idea, tor she had ce edt reo-ard Mr. Chadwick with her former secret scorn and repulsion. She no found that a new and hitherto unknown affection had crept m m place of it- vl ether for good or for evil. Ami though her better judgment can on. her that under the circumstances it was probably not tor her good, yet a h thouo-ht of him her heart lightened and she unconsciously hummed a men) little tune which he had sung to her the night before. The game went on; on the one hand the two men of the w or d si, and shrewd, wise to all the tricks and moves of the play; on the othei, two gHs the one innocent and inexperienced, the other conscious of the cange hut ackmo- the will-power to stop. It could have but one inevi ab e conclu- de and one which las fast drawing nigh. In fact Mr. Bailey had the final chapter in view at a big dance on the following night. 1 The dance was to be at one of the all-night beer gardens down in tha .art of town winch bears a doubtful reputation. I he especial garden ifeelf W knew to have been the scene of several police dramas, and one prudence warned her she had best not visit. Her inner conscience told he, hat she was already almost caught in the game which she hersdf d trived and that she had better stop now while she was able. Besides, the c Z Adele to l e considered, for she knew the child ' s weakness and mexpeii- ion i ence, and rightly felt that it was her duty to care for her. She decided not to go. After making her decision thus so resolutely, Anne found it impossible to keep her imagination from drifting around to thoughts of what might have been. She thought of the dance, the excitement, the gay lights every- where, the pretty costumes, the little tastes of wine every now and then to keep one from becoming fatigued — all the new pleasures she had learned to love so recently and yet so strongly. The thought of each new joy she was missing as thev recurred to her made her waver little by little, more and more. At last she choked her conscience finally with the thought that it was all in the game, all for the paper, even her duty to it to get all the information she could, and as for Adele, she could look out for her. She had changed her mind. It was one o ' clock and the gaiety was at its height. Over the floor whirled the dancers in drunken, maudlin embrace, bumping into one another with wild shouts of glee. The orchestra played wearily on and finally stopped, but the dancers were too drunk to notice and went careening on till some one shouted for wine or beer, and then all broke for the bar. In a few minutes, with hopes and spirits revived by the soothing stimulants, the orchestra broke into some tin-pan ragtime air and they all plunged forth again into a wild swing of a dance, clasping each other tightly after the manner of the imitative animal movements their unwilling limbs were trying to execute. The dance went on — the joy was unconfined. The only interruption, save for the call for drinks, was when some older man or woman came into the hall and led away some half -intoxicated boy or girl with them. That was all, and the dance went on. Over in a corner, half-concealed by palms and ferns, Anne and Chadwick were sitting out the dance. Anne was at fever-heat, the wine, the intoxication of it all, had gone to her head. She felt herself slipping, she knew that she had already gone too far ; that her position was even now dangerous. All that she felt instinctively, with a last twinge of conscience, for the other self was conquering — and she didn ' t want to stop. The last straw to completely hush its dying murmur was to suddenly awake from her reverie and become aware that Chadwick was whispering violent words of love and passion into her ear. At the sound of his voice her whole being responded, and in the instant she knew that the beloved thing which lately had come into her life was not the wine or the dances or the gaieties of it all, but him — Chadwick. She forgot the newspaper, her former life, the trap she had contrived which 101 was in turn ensnaring her, everything except that her woman soul cried out for this man she loved; she let herself slip into his arms. Over in another corner pretty much the same scene was being enacted. Poor little Adele reclined in Bailey ' s embrace, not because she loved him espe- cially, but because the strong wine had gone to her head so much that she was not able to sit up. She dropped lightly to sleep. Bailey waited a moment to make sure; then, lifting her upon the divan, called to an attend- ant to order a cab at the family entrance. Adele didn ' t go home that night. The instant he first saw Anne, Chadwick had felt that here was a girl of a different sort — and one who would be hard to fool or to conquer. Low as his motives were, it had aroused the fire in his blood and he had sworn to himself that he would prove her master. Still Chadwick wasn ' t all bad; he was the lowest, most contemptible type of man, it is true, but there was some good in him, only nothing had ever chanced to touch him so as to bring it out. He didn ' t know how to do good anyway, he had never had a chance to know that or anything else good. , Raised in the gutter, without knowledge of father or mother, he had naturally thrown his lot with the only people who had ever shown him any kindness — the inmates of the underworld. He had to be what he was; he was but the product of certain complex adverse circumstances ; he had never had a chance to be otherwise. Being that, he had sworn to conquer this girl whom he had always felt knew a great deal more than she tried to appear to, yet now that he had succeeded, he hesitated a moment — he knew not why. Was it that he had tender feelings or a conscience? No, it couldn ' t be; the street that had taught him all he knew, knew nothing of either. He dared to look down at her face, which was resting quietly on his shoulder. He gazed at it long and earnestly, and as he saw the implicit, childish confidence with which it lay there, and felt her warm breath against his cheek, a new and strange light seemed to flood his soul and he shut his eyes reverently and then, reopening them, looked again at her, this time lovingly and tenderly. And then he, too, called a cab. only he gave a different direction to the driver- to her home. The good that was in him, that had slept so long and so soundly, at last had found its chance and come out. The cool night air of the open cab brought Anne to consciousness, and to her senses. Starting up. she looked to find Chadwick sitting beside her, staring out across the harbor. Like a flash the memory of it all came over her the wine, the dance, the excitement, and- The thoughts of the wine and the dance filled her with disgust, but somehow she couldn ' t feel that way toward Chadwick, even though she tried. Even now he was prob- ably ? She turned to him. Well? she queried, suddenly. 102 i Ghaclwick came to himself with a start. Confused , and abashed, he turned around to her and looked her squarely in the face for a moment. Then, while his whole body ' shook with a slight tremor, he held out his hands to her, while his lips huskily formed the one word Anne. Anne was torn by two conflicting forces, the one her common sense and prudence, the other the call of her woman nature. Once that night the one had triumphed and caused she knew not what; at the thought of this Anne became the old newspaper-woman, a creature who touched others, but whose own feelings were not easily touched. She turned to Chadwick with a short, hard laugh. Oh, it ' s no use, she said, the game is up! Chadwick stared at her in astonishment at this sudden change of mood. Oh, she said, sarcastically, so you ' re going to try to play Little Innocence, are you, and make out you don ' t know what I ' m talking about? Well, let me tell you right here that it ' s not any use. I know who you are and what kind of man, or, rather, a cur, you are. I know what your business is, and how dirt}- and contemptible you and your sort who do it. A thief, a murderer, and a traitor are all gentlemen beside you, you cowards who traffic in human souls! You and your kind take that which God alone can give; you steal that priceless gift which no man can restore, and at the same time cast your innocent victim into a hell of eternal damnation! Yes, you do that, all that, and for what? For the miserable gain, you dastardly Judas; for the filthy, blood-stained pennies wrung out of throwing innocent girls into hell to satisfy the low, bestial cravings of men. You! — Anne ' s voice br oke with her passion, and she looked to find Chadwick bowed before her, his head in his hands. Anne moved over further into her corner of the carriage and sat silently waiting, listening to the hard ring of the horse ' s hoofs on the pavement. At last Chadwick roused himself and straightened up, lint kept his gaze averted. Yes, he said in a slow monotone, it ' s all just as you say, I reckon. I ' m all that and worse; that is, I was, because I ' ve quit. ' Is that so, queried Anne, bitingly, and just when did you quit? Why, even up till a few minutes ago you seemed very proficient in your professional respect. In fact, you seemed to be exerting yourself that ' way in a remarkable degree to-night with me as an intended victim. Even now I don ' t know where we are going. Perhaps ? No, he burst out, I swear I ' ve quit! Under the circumstances I can ' t ask you to believe me, but I have — to-night. I suspected you weren ' t what you seemed, but I hoped you were, so I would never have to tell you the horrible truth. But I ' ll have to now. I admit that when I first met you my 103 intentions were what von think, and even up till to-night I thought they were. Unknown to even myself all this time I ' ve been becoming more and more attached to you, and to-night I awoke to the fact that I loved you yes bved you ' That is why you are going home now instead of— He stopped a moment He turned slowly around to Anne and looked her squarely m the Te I do love von, I swear I do! If you ' ll just say the word we 11 be married to-morrow. I ' ll be different; I can work; I can make a hying foi us nd honestly, like you would wish. Won ' t you? he pleaded, and slipped down upon his knees in the coach. . Again the straggle for mastery went on in Anne ' s soul, this time between her prudence and cole of morals and herWs love for tins man. While still pondering, the carriage stopped and Anne looked out to see that she Come she said, and led the way up the steps a n ay and then stopped and turned around towards him, standing a little above tarn She tooked down at hint long and earnestly. I don ' t know why. she said, but 1 believe To Somewhere out there, you know where, poor little Adele as m great ranger Go out there and by saving her try to atone for some oh the tog you have done. Go. she repeated, go and square yourself: Won you ' He looked up at her hungrily : then, with a sob in ins thioat, he whis ' ' As fturae7t0 gO leave on his mission, Anne leaned ewer and kissed him Hghtly on the forehead. Go. she said, and when you have squared your- self, come tack, and Chadwick turned once again at the too of th steps to catch the final words spoken very softly and tenderly. And 1 11 be waiting ! To the great surprise of the city editor and all the staff the next morning Ann! walked into the office and. without offering a word o expla- nation for her long absence, sat down at her typewnfer and began to write Wit f e7oTe arted. .time knew that tins would be the greatest story of her Hfe hi sto y of little Adele, because, as is not often the case with sob one s t was a true one, and because she had seen d al herself and taw whereof Te wrote. With the inimitably gentle ranch of the sob-sister sh to d o f e sweet child from the country who, being left an orphan and fbHnd baly brother to care for. had come to the city to obtain work so s to earn enoueh to have an operation performed on the ttle boy s ey whereby his sight might be restored. She depicted w„h all .be pathos of 104 her art the picture of the young girl setting out from her country home so valiantly and hopefully, her wonderful journey to the city, her fruitless search for employment, and how at last she had found a position in a department store. In a wonderfully graphic manner she pictured the hard- ships, the trials, and the joys of the poor little worker ; how she had saved a little each week out of the mere pittance she got; how she dreamed of the future when the baby brother should see again ; her cheerful happiness and optimism in spite of all. Then a dark cloud appeared on the horizon of the life of the unknowing, innocent little girl. The cloud loomed larger and came more into her life, and because it shone with the appearance of much worldly goods and wisdom, seemed to the poor little shopgirl to have a very silvery lining. She knew not that the gleam was but the dross of hate and avarice and, putting all her trust in it, awoke too late to find that it had swallowed her up in the night — forever! Anne rose wearily from her desk. It was clone — the greatest storv of her life! She knew that it was great, not because she wrote it, but because she knew it was the true interpretation of the cry of a lost innocent going down into the abyss of the underworld. She knew that it would stir the world — she had wept herself in writing it, a thing she had never done before — because it was an agonized cry for help from the Great Beyond. She had shown the terrible clutching hand of the underworld and its minions who feed it the innocents; she had depicted their cunning, their baseness, their greed, their absolute want of any mercy; she had shown them in their true light, the most lawless and most criminal class of men in the world. Yes, Anne knew that her story would make the whole country rise to wipe out these bloody leeches on society. It was done — the greatest storv of her life. She rose from her seat, weariedlv dropping her copy on the desk. Amid the loud racket of the office she happened to catch the voice of the city editor receiving a news bulletin. Something made her listen. She thought again of Chadwick, who, except while she was writing her story, had been on her mind constantly since his departure the night before. Would he make good and square things? a thousand times she asked herself. She knew the citv editor would repeat the bulletin. She listened. All right, I have it. Early this morning — police made raid on white- slave house on West 134th Street — were endeavoring to rescue young lady- all right, all right. Anne leaned heavily against the wall, staring straight before her, as she strove to catch everv svllable. You sav got her out unharmed? .All right, all right. A sigh of gratitude escaped Anne. One man was killed? A white-slaver, you say? One of the house, I presume? 105 No? Oh, yes, I see; the man who put the police wise was himself a white- slaver— was leading the raid himself when killed? Well, well. Er— what was his name? Anne ' s heart had stopped in her throat. My God! to think that ! No, it couldn ' t he; not after he had saved her and squared him- self, only to But the city editor was harking on querously : What? Chadwick? M. L. Chadwick. All right. Much obliged. So long. Anne staggered back against the wall. The man she loved, yes, loved. What mattered it who he was or what he was; he had never shown her anything but kindness and respect, and he loved her; that was sufficient. And she, yes, she who loved him, had sent him out into the world to square himself— to what end ? Only to die, to be killed. And she, she who loved him, in the greatest story of her life had represented him as a criminal, a coward who stabbed in the back, without mercy or virtue of any kind. She knew not how or whv ; she only knew that she was obsessed with one great, overpowering desire— for vengeance. Again the great unreasonable, uncon- trollable desire throbbed through her veins and she crossed the room with long- strides. An instant later the greatest sob-story ever written lay scattered m a thousand pieces over the littered floor of the office. Charlton C. Shell, ' 14. 106 The Dawning of a New Era N the midst of unprecedented activities which form the nucleus of modern economic life, the world is reluctant to pause for a single moment in order to gaze at its own bare self in the mirror of present-day organization. Indeed, so complex is society and so busily engaged is the individual member of it that there is little time for him to think of the group or groups about him. Ours is truly a material age — an age in which riches form the supreme wish of the average citizen. Every age has its peculiar characteristic, and for only a few years, or, at most, a few decades, can any one movement or tendency hold the leading place in the thought and life of the time. But regardless of the fact that materialism is the principal characteristic of our own age, it is such only from an exterior point of view. It is the great undercurrent that counts, and with that part of human affairs this paper will briefly deal. Beneath the outward hurry and bustle of the world there is a slow-moving but never- failing current, which, if it be left undisturbed, will swell and its volume will increase, until finally every opposing institution wdl be swept away. That current is always concerned with the higher qualities of life; the hopes and aspirations of men and the desire to make things perfect make up its waters. It nourishes reform until the thought of the people is brought to such a point that a reformation is possible. That same current acts as a check upon sensualism and avarice. Every uplifting influence is brought into activity by its movement. Whenever the stream has swollen beyond its bounds, a new age of thought is ushered in — a new era dawns. Just as truly as ever in the history of the world there is now, in this highly civilized twentieth century, a revolution of thought and attitude toward some of the most vital and momentous forces of life. Hence, a new era is dawning. Never again will the world look with the same view upon some of the social and economic problems which confront organized society at the present time. In all countries, no less in America, perplexing tendencies are ever evolving from the sensualistic side of modern life. To check and finally destroy these tendencies is the special duty of the undercurrent or, we may say, the thoughtful current — which is just beginning to swell in volume. Perhaps there is no one thing that goes further to show that a new era is dawning than the tendencies of democracy. A new viewpoint has been discovered from which to look at this great institution. Rule of the people is 107 no longer considered as having no limits or as being final. Individual respon- sibility must accompany individual right. This is true in the wide sphere of government as well as in domestic affairs. Every one who claims any portion of the products of society must assume his share of the burden w hich organi- zation necessitates. In that respect we are coming to a new day. Efforts are being made to revise and reorganize society in all its forms. ' 1 he systems of government are found inadequate to meet the demands. The Democratic party has recently taken the reins of government, and already a series of reforms are being agitated. The systems of election, the tariff question, and foreign relationships are becoming subjects for popular discussion, lo say that no change will come from that is plainly absurd; on the other hand, reformation and the removal of evils are inevitable. And these movements are going on in every form of government, from the highest legislative branches to the lowest and simplest executive departments. Such is political reform. A new era is dawning also in industrialism. Wiculture lias never before been prompted with such zeal as now. barm experiment stations are being built and every possible improvement is intro- duced The breeding of plants and animals is a subject of special study for experts who expect in time to alter the whole process of land tenure , and cultivation. In manufacturing centers there is a similar movement. How to make factory life pleasant and sanitary is no longer an idle dream. 1 he ideals of Ruskin are becoming realities, and beautiful, clean mill villages are now practical. That wealth is the supreme ruling force, and on it depends the social position, is beginning to be looked upon as false, and the poor, ignorant classes from the farms and shops are at last hopeful of a fan- chance They are receiving higher wages and working for a less number of hours each day. which means better food and clothing, and, consequently, a more healthful and humane existence. Reform in our educational systems is of vast importance. The realiza- tion of the fact that an individual belongs to society and is not to be separated from it has brought forward the belief that society can force the individual to perform his function, dims it is that a system ot compulsory education has been instituted. Whether it is entirely practical is another question, but one thing is certain - forced intelligence is far better than io-norance Several of the states have passed laws requiring attendance upon the public schools for a certain period and the benefits are found to.be inestimable. Indeed, what medium would express the value of an educated citizenship? Our leaders are beginning to think of these things and the result promises to be a system of education which will create universal intelligence. of- 1 But the steadily moving current consists of more than these. Political, economic, and industrial development are by no means unimportant; yet 108 all of these are of limited value unless the morals of society are improved It is an undisputed and commendable fact that the thought of leaders in many spheres of life is being directed toward the moral and social problems. The most degrading, perhaps, of all these problems is the double standard of morals for men and women. Many people for a long time have considered woman responsible to one code and man to another. The fallen woman has been practically shut out from society and looked upon as a mere beast, while the brute who caused her ruin is a so-called respectable gentleman. The woman, thus unfairly degraded, and ' having no other alternative, assumes an impure life as a profession. This condition has given rise to the great social evil, which in a greater or less degree has existed since the very earliest stages of history, and which constantly has increased, so that to-day there are thou- sands whose once chaste lives are now emblematic of impurity. This is quite true of men as well as of women. Diseases have been contracted and scat- tered, and a large per cent of children are born with some physical defect. The one phase of the social evil which is receiving the attention of the thinking men of our country is the white-slave traffic, which has arisen in our large cities. Innocent girls are induced to follow wicked men to houses of ill-fame, where they are sold to a proprietress and kept there indefinitely. Many homes are being broken up and man)- lives ruined by this inhuman practice. These almost incredible conditions do not escape the watchful eye of the reformer, and the steady current of righteousness is being filled with opin- ions, private and public, demanding that such must stop. A new conscience is being instilled into society and a new era of social life is dawning. Plans are being formed which tend to uproot the existing evils. These plans are by no means perfect, but there is a sure tendency toward the final elimination of immorality. Significant among these efforts are the steps recently taken in Chicago, which have resulted in the closing of the houses of ill-fame and the prosecution of many dealers in white-slavery. Legislatures are taking up the question and zealous workers are spending time and money in a campaign against the further practice of social vice. These are only a few of the many reforms which will mark the new era of life, but when they have been realized there will have been a complete revolution of present systems. It seems somewhat distant and idealistic now, but the time is surely coming when organized society will have completely rebuilt the social structure. Then true democracy will reign ; political, indus- trial, and educational systems will be more perfect; and, most of all, the morals of society will be uplifted. Woman will be no longer a slave, but will enjoy the same position with man ; her virtue w ill not be trampled upon by the bestial and lustful desires of wicked men. Then, truly, in that day, which we predict is not far distant, will be a new era which is now just dawning. T. E. Ford. 109 When the Leaves Fall N every town, no matter how small, just so that it have at least the name of being a village, somewhere in it there ' s an old deserted house, with a broken-down picket fence about it and the weeds running wild over the whole prem- ises, giving it that desolately bleak aspect that sends shivers down little boys ' backs at the thought of all the mysteries that are locked up in it. It is bad enough when the house is just all grown up with weeds and is deserted, but when it is inhabited by a crazy old lady instead, and has the broken-clown fence and the wild, weedy effect to boot, why, there is real mystery, the uncanny weirdness of which so haunts the average boy that he detours for blocks to avoid passing the house. Of course, there was such a house in the town where I was reared, and it was one of the latter kind, as there lived in it as curious and eccentric a character as I have ever known. Her name was Miss Moore, and she had been living there all alone for years and years and years. She used to sit on her front porch, the sole furniture of which was the little rickety rocker in which she sat, and which she always took back in the house with her when she went in, for hours at a time, always staring straight before at something away down at the bend of the street, peering at it so intently with her sharp eyes that 1, from my unobserved post behind her lilac bushes, whence 1 was wont at times to watch her, would find myself straining my eyes trying to see what on earth she could be looking for so expectantly down there. I finally came to the conclusion that she must be always eternally expecting some one, waiting for their coming around the bend of the street, and I would worry myself trying to figure out who in the world she could be looking for. I finally decided that, whoever it was, they would never come, and that this was the cause of the lonely, aloof life the old lady led. I think I was already imbibing a bit of the O. Henry spirit that Down every street, in every house, there ' s a romance, if you just know how to get to it. And in that old weather- beaten, decayed, time-worn, weary, mysterious house, ah! what a story there was hidden away in it somewhere, if I could only just find it out! But I never did till last year, when ] returned home after being gone several years. The house was really deserted now. as the old lady had died some time before. I determined to look over the interior, a desire which remained with me from boyhood, when I used to stealthily watch Miss Moore from behind her lilac bushes. I made an entrance easily. Nothing much was left except a 1311 few broken chairs, and I was bitterly disappointed. Just then, however, in the ashes of the fireplace, my eye happened to catch an old half-burned five- cent composition book. As I picked it up, two or three newspaper clippings fell out. I opened the book. It was a diary! My heart jumped within me, and J put it under my arm to go home and read it. Then I noticed the clip- pings again, and I picked them up, thinking they might be interesting, and I went home to read them and the diary with a strange, guilty feeling in my heart of prying into things w hich I had no right ever to see. Here are the things 1 found. I ' ll give the clippings first, as I think they ' ll serve to give the connection better. And I ' ll leave it to you whether Mr. O. Henry is right in his theory as to where true romance is to he found. The first clipping was from the Ccntrevillc News, and dated July 17, 1885. It ran as follows: The Merrill residence, on Carthage street, which has been vacant since the death of Mr. Merrill, several months since, has been leased by Mrs. Robert Maynard, of Boston. Mrs. Maynard will take up her residenee here at once, as she is moving to this locality chiefly to obtain the benefits to be derived from the remarkable climate which we enjoy. Mrs. Maynard will be accompanied here by her son, Robert Maynard, Jr., who graduated at Harvard a year or so ago. Mrs. Maynard has been in very ill health for the past year, but her friends hope that the change of climate will prove most beneficial to her. The next clipping is from the same paper and is dated June 20th, 1887: Mr. W. J. Moore yesterday announced the engagement of his eldest daughter, Margaret, to Mr. Robert Maynard, Jr., of Boston. Mr. Maynard is now in residence here with his mother, who moved here last summer for her health. Both young people are well and favorably known in the social circles of the city. The marriage will take place some time in the fall, the date having not been definitely fixed yet. The third clipping is short and concise, but to one who understands, full of a world of meaning. It was dated October 14th, 1888: Mrs. Robert Maynard and her son, Robert Maynard, Jr., left last night for Boston and other points, to be gone indefinitely. The reason assigned for the extremely- sudden departure of Mrs. Maynard is that the climate here, w hich she hoped would benefit her, has rather proved the contrary, and she must go elsewhere for her health. She will probably travel, accompanied by her son, who will attend her. Mrs. Maynard is in a most precarious condition, and her many friends hope that the new change will prove thoroughly beneficial to her. Just those three clippings and the diary! The clippings don ' t convey much, to be sure, to the casual observer, but when one has read the diary they are interesting. To me they seem to stand out somewhat as index fingers pointing to the crises in the life of poor Miss Moore. But here is the diary: 111 Oct 12 1888.— He left to-night. I write it down calmly, though I ' m rao -iiiP- inside. Elsie confessed to father and me at dinner yesterday. For some time I had noticed that she did not seem the same towards us her sister and father, who are all the pe -pie she has in the world. She broke down at he table suddenly and told us. She wouldn ' t tell who the man was, took all the blame on herself. I was horrified, but father ! I have never seen him so angry ; I think he was almost crazy. He drove her out of the house, cursing and raving, ordering her never to return : that she was no daughter of his, and al that I tried to plead for her, but what was the use? He was like a mac man and he is not the same man since. I gave Elsie all the money I could o-et and she ' s gone-God knows where. May the Lord watch over the poor girl, the innocent victim of just one fatal misstep, over her- and her child. Of course, it had to get around, and it did in a hurry. Dear old Bob came at once and reassured me that it didn ' t make a bit of difference m the world with him; that he loved me all the more. Then we went up to his house to tell his mother, for we knew that she would find it out sooner or later And then it happened. His mother, who is horribly proud, flew into a terrible rage, and swore that he should never, never marry into a family where there was any stigma on the family name. Bob argued and pleaded, and I cried, but she was unmoved. Never ' should he marry like that, she said , never wrfh my consent, and I ' ll never give it. Then poor, sweet, foolish Bob cue 1 out that he ' d do it anyway, and his mother broke out, crying something about him fo - saking his own mother for that - -! Suddenly she brightened and said : I ' m going to leave this miserable place to-morrow ; it ' s nearly killing me ; my health is far worse than ever. And, Bob, you ' re going with me. aren t you. At least, you are not going to desert me at this time, when I m so eeble and have such a short time to live? Poor Bob was in such a quandary. He - looked to me for what to say. And, moved by some finer impu se which perhaps I inherited from my sweet girl-mother, and winch impulse some- times in moments of despair I would to God I had never had, I cried : Go with her, and then— come back to me ! _ VVe walked home together in the dusk. Bob was very, very tendei. Mother can ' t last long, he said. She is very sick now. It won t be or long my love. I am having to leave you at this the prettiest season of the year ' when I had best of all rather be with you; but there are other autumns coming-for you and for me. And it ' s then that I want you to look for me for that ' s when I ' ll return again to you. Watch for me, love, when the leaves fall! And he was gone. To-night he is gone-gone! And I am left here so all alone. What a world of difference in just knowing that he is not near ! It seems as it every- 112 thing that is bright and happy and. good in my life has been suddenly snatched out of it. What a contrast is to-night with the same night of last week! Then he was here, and we lived in a wonderful land, where there was only happiness and love. Oh, the sweetness of those days that are gone! What is equal to the supreme joy of loving and being loved? Paradise itself would have been but sultry, monotonous torment to us had we been carried into it after living in the sphere in which we did. For we lived in a world apart, where night and day were determined by the loved one ' s presence, and clouds and sunshine 1)}- a smile or a frown. Ah! will it ever come again? Ts all that was bright and beautiful in my life gone out forever? When will lie come? At least a year — a long, long year. Nay, perhaps even two, or more. But I can bear it bravely and patiently, because some day I know he ' s coming, and then— — ! For he promised me to come — when the leaves fall ! Oct. 12, 1889. — It has been a year ago to-night. A year, just one year! My God. it seems like eternity since — but, ah ! shall I go over it all once again? Just as I have done unceasingly all the days and nights long since he left? Has it been just a year, just one little, short, fleeting year, like they used to seem to me before? Ah, it can not be! Why, then, the clays and months and seasons used to whisk by like flocks of geese going south in winter: just a faint call in the deepening twilight; just a sweet vow half whispered as we lingered at the gate, both gone — gone! so long ago. The days pressed each other on so joyously, yet withal so hurriedly, as if those behind grew envious at seeing how happy their fellows made us in their brief life, and pushed eagerly forward, passionately desirous that we And our happiest paradise in them. Thus they passed, those two brief years! Two years? It seems like the dream of a night, nothing but a sweet, beautiful dream, and since, the cruel awakening to sordid reality. Ah ! but it ' s true, it can not be otherwise, whatever it seems to me. After all, why should we measure time as we do? Minutes and hours and seconds mean nothing to us; it ' s what passes during them that we remember them by; that ' s what counts. That ' s the way I ' ll reckon it, too ; yes, I will ! It has been eternity since my love went away, and it will be eternity before he comes again, though he come to-morrow. To-morrow? Well, why not to-morrow? He may, he may, he may! Oh, but it seems too good to be true! hut why not? I can look right out the window from where I ' m sitting. The moon is shining, the air is crisp and cool, with a taste of frost in it. Everything says that autumn has come at last — the gusty breeze, the dry, crackling rustle of the leaves. I can see right up in the old tree. The fitful gusts of wind shake the branches to and fro, 113 but still the leaves cling to them desperately, as drowning men to spars in a stormy sea. Oh, why can ' t they fall, why will they hang on that way ! he brief respite will clo them no good, and it means so much to me. For then he ' ll come! He promised he would— when the leaves rail, and he will— when the leaves fall! Nov 19, 1889.— Sometimes I think I ' ll just give up hope entirely. What ' s the use, I think, of hoping against hope any longer? He ' s been gone over a year now and he has not even written me a line. Long ago lie has forgotten you for some one else, 1 tell myself bitterly. You were but one out of many, merely one character in many follies of youth m which be has played God! It kills me to think it. But I won ' t believe it, 1 won t! lie promised me. and I know he won ' t break his promise. He couldn t, he uldn ' t I nvhow, his mother may yet be lingering on. Why should I accuse m when he is not here to defend himself, and she is keeping him away? 1 vv0 n ' t T won ' t! I have faith in him, I have, but God knows I would that he would strengthen it a bit by writing— oh, just a line, just one line! June 22 1890— Father died yesterday. He has not been the same man since . I He has broken terribly during the past year. .1 think he even repented a bit of casting Elsie out so unalterably, though he never said so. He died with so fixed a calm and with his lips set so firmly, now and then spreading into a grim smile, that 1 knew he was thinking of Els . He held tUt to the last, however. I could not but admire his fortitude. According to his high sense of honor, he had given her but what she deserved and that was rioht I can not blame him. Perhaps it ' s due to the knowledge of the wrong she did me; and, though I hate myself for thinking it I m getting to think as father did-she only got what she deserved. And when I think of all the happiness that would be mine now were it not for her. God ! I can not help it, I hate her- hate her! Why, if she would come to-night I would turn her away! Would I? I don ' t know; for then comes the thought of her innocence and ignorance of the danger; that she had never known the counsel and companionship of a mother, and that even I, as her elder sister was to blame for not having warned her properly. And then I heap reproaches .upon myself and wish that I were dead. But not for long, for then the hope springs up that maybe this fall he ' ll come, he ' ll co me! Who knows: O c t 1 1890— The leaves are falling to-night in great whirls. There is a high, cold wind tearing through the branches of the old tree, violently ,-ipping them loose and scattering them hither and yon. Even then they are c him w 114 not content to lie still, but must scurry around and around among themselves, rustling and crackling, as if they wish to taunt me with the fact that they are fallen and he ! But I shall not give up hope; there are other autumns to come, and he doubtless has good reason to stay away. And, as for that, this fall isn ' t over yet. I don ' t have to listen to hear them — still the leaves fall. Nov. 12, 1893. — There are two passions in my life now : one the old love, never-dying; the other the new hate, ever growing. And the hate is growing so fast that it frightens me; yes, frightens me! I am afraid of myself. I hate myself for doing it, but God, how I hate her! the memory of her! If it were not for her, I would ! I can scarce restrain myself ! And, curious to say, the love for him that T have tried to keep growing, even in his absence, is almost stopped, almost at a standstill. I dislike to admit it, but in my heart I know the reason ; I can not but tell the truth : My nature is chans-ino- CO m- pletely; where once it centered on love and joy, it now centers on hate and bitterness; the black hate is driving all the love out of me, and I can not help it. Oh, God ! Oct. 12, 1898. — Ten years ago to-night! A decade! A tenth of a cen- tury! Is that how long it has been? Ah, no! It has been millions and mil- lions of years; it happened long before — oh, I don ' t know when, it ' s been so long! The leaves are falling to-night; they started falling several days ago; but what do I care? what difference does it make to me? None, none! Would that it did! I have been sitting before my mirror for a long time to-night, studying — myself. I pulled out an old photograph, taken years and years and years ago especially for him. I compared the pretty young face with what I saw in the mirror. First, however, I determined to allow for the difference in age. I looked at the picture: You are twenty-four, and you are so sweet and fresh that you look eighteen. Bitterly I turn to the mirror: And von are thirty-four, and look fifty. And the horrible thing about it is that it ' s true ; yes, true! I am only thirty-four, and though unmarried women past thirty don ' t attract much admiration usually, still I ' m just thirty-four, and I look fifty, or eighty! I study myself. My hair is streaked gray and has a greasy aspect ; my mouth is turned down bitterly at the corners, where once it turned upwards in glad smiles; my face is all over with wrinkles; but, worst of all, my eyes, where once shyly bloomed the soft light of love, now twinkle with the sardonic humor of hate. Ah! what ' s the use of living on? I have nothing to live for except — hate! Love? Bah! that came to a sad end years and years ago for lack of 115 nourishment. True, I do look forward every year to the season-when the leaves fall. Is it in expectation of him? I don ' t know, hut 1 hardly think so. It must be just force of habit. O c t 9 1899— The leaves are falling, falling, falling. And still— but what ' s that ' to me? Ah! but why say more? Fall they will , on till the end. of time If I live till then, though. Til still catch myself murmuring, St 1 the leaves fall! Why? Oh, God ! what ' s the use? Fall, curse you, fall, fall! Nov 9S 1901.— Thanksgiving night— ha, I ' ve got lots to be thankful for! Nothing but a great, all-pervading, unconquerable, remorseless hate tor. my fellow-man, and especially those two. Which do I hate the most? God knows! I don ' t care. I could kill either joyfully. The revenge I could get on him for deceiving me would be so sweet. But upon her who caused it all ! If she ' s living. I hope she may be suffering the tortures of the damned- if not, then what ' s the use of hoping, ' cause she ' s getting them Ha, ha, ha! Ah, yes. thank God for my blessings which He has showered upon me ! Ha, ha ! The leaves are falling to-night. Dec 2 5 1Q07— Christmas night! Why should they have chosen this night above all others to come? For they have come-and gone I write this calmly, calmly; oh, so calmly, but my brain is a seething, writhing mass of excitement. I was standing in the front doorway just at twilight looking out Thev stopped at the gate, those two old. beggar-looking tramps They staited in ' I don ' t allow beggars about here, I cried sharply He hastened his walk and started up the steps, his arms outstretched. ' It s not beggars he cried It ' s your Robert come at last! And here ' s Elsie, too, pointing to the wretched old hag who followed him doubtfully. Ah, it was only too true ! He stood there anxiouslv at the top of the steps, arms still stretched out, watching my face, eagerly waiting my reply. I calmly took my time to look them over and watch their anxiety and discomfort m waiting to be recognized Don ' t you understand? he cried again, his face a queer mixture of hurt surprise and doubt-he who had kept me waiting all these years. 1 laughed grimly to myself. It ' s we. your Robert and Elsie. I ' ve come home, as I said I would, and so has she. Don ' t you know us : Calmly, oh, so diabolically calmly-how I did it I don ' t know-I smiled sardonically and said: Away, wretches; certainly I know you, and I tell you o-oaway! You came not when you might, now it is too late. Go. 116 - Then he burst out weeping. Oh, forgive me, he cried, for keeping you waiting all these years, but I could not help it. I was — in prison! Go! I cried angrily, or I shall summon aid. I care not where you have been, though you need not lie. Go! Go! He retreated down the steps slowly, while he shook with great gulping sobs. Elsie, with the calm fortitude of a stoic, old hag that she was, put her hand on his arm and led him out the gate. I closed the door quickly, so I could not see more, and sank on the sofa. Since then I have tormented my brain with a thousand raging thoughts. Could what he said have been true? If it is, then am I worse than even she ever was! The more I think of it, the more I believe it. His face was white and drawn, his hair short, his step halted. Oh, God, what have I done! Sha ll I go out and recall them? I heap reproaches upon myself — and justly, for who has been the traitress, the doubter, the infidel to him? Oh, Gocl, it is I, it is I ! But recall him to me, to me, in whom he misplaced his trust ! I can not; I am not worthy. Me, to whom he was coming when the leaves fall — and look! they ' re falling, falling, falling. I look out the window and see the snow swirling through the branches of the old tree, and with them mingle a few of the veteran leaves, who have still clung to the branches through all the storms, awaiting the time when they must, to fall mingling with the beautiful snow, God ' s own emblem of purity, and bury themselves in it for cleansing and redemption. He ' s gone, lie ' s gone, he ' s gone! And still the leaves fall. Charlton C. Shell, ' 14. 117 The kindly snow so softly sent Its mantle for the parting year Who. leaving sad and slowly, spent His mortal moments with us here. Our plans that failed and hope we lost When fate had east us down, we thought; Some thoughtless folly ' s bitter cost Of needless pain to others brought; The love we gave, but did not find. Or mayhaps found, but ne ' er returned; The slight we never ought to mind That ended in a friendship spumed; The things we tried and fried to do. As well as those we should have done. But never even tried; things, too. We did with slight avail or none;— .111 these the gentle falling snow Would bury from our eyes to-night, .-ind -with the dawn a New Year show Clad in its cloak of driven -white. And buried, too. ' ncath the Old Year ' s shroud Which also must be soon forgot. Are deeds that make us justly proud. Or fortune fallen to our lot, Lest heights we ' ve reached should thrill us s( We ' d have no wish for further strife; Lest love ivc ' vc found or now bestozv Should hinder its own fuller life. The Old Year ' s shroud, the New Year ' s cloa Came down to us from Heaven above; ' Twas not a freak of fate ' s chance stroke, This sign from Him whose name is Love. 118 Sentor Speakers H L C i_ I N LES ' 1.7 L. K. Brice, Manager Athletic Association OFFICERS DR C. B. WALLER : President J J RILEY Secretary L. K. BRICE Manager L. J. CAUTHEN Assistant Manager EXECUTIVE COMMITTEE J. E. Burch W. G. Ramseur R J. Svea ' n Thomas Glenn 130 C. M. Sims, Captain 131 -n Senior Baseball Team CHAMPIONS, ' 13- ' 14 CARMICHAEL, Manager Second Base SIMS, Captain Shortstop SEGARS Pitcher WHARTON First Base BETHEA ; .....Catcher GRENEKER Third Base ANDERSON Right Field FO R T I Right Field CROSS Center Field DeSHIELDS Left Field Junior Baseball Team FREY, Manager Pitcher KING, Captain Catcher RILEY First Base kearse . ... ■•■ Second Base MANNING --Second Base EVANS Shortstop MONROE ....Third Base HUTCHINSON -..Third Base WOLFE Left Field McFALL ....Center Field CROMLEY Center Field I ,| ■ | , y Right Field DUKES . .. . ' .. ....Right Field 134 Sophomore Baseball Team OSBORNE, Captain and Manager Catcher STUCKEY ; Pitcher PENDERGRASS Pitcher ADAMS •.: ... Z. Pitcher RUCKER Pitcher CAUTHEN ; ZZZZZZZ First Base EARLE ■ , Second Base PRUITT : J. .__ ..Second Base GRIFFIN : Third Base HOLCOMBE Shortstop KIRKWOOD .L EI , r Field LANGFORD Center Field 1 1 AMKR ; .Right Field HOWARD Right Field CABRAL Substitute MONTGOMERY Substitute Freshman Baseball Team First Base WHITMIRE, Manager Pitcher WHARTON, Captain . . ' . .Catcher BRUNSON Second Base DeSHIELDS Shortstop MOORE Third Base ROBERTS Left Field WIGGINS... ....Center Field LUMPKIN ... Right Field KELLY Right Field HUGGINS 136 Senior Football Team CHAMPIONS, ' 13- ' 14 LAKE. Manager Or t Uck CARMICHAEL, Captain ' UU ANDERSON = ' rw™ r .nn IC LENTER ' ., -v, , rp Left End ' lU :! l ' U Left End • ' ■• ' v ; s ■■■ left tackle „T T Ur Left Tackle no mar Left Guard • - Right Guard J Right Guard ' - J V ' . ' - Right End rpMiri wc; - Left Half-Back S ku)s ... ::::::: ::: n -• • ' - ' :•;- - j, Quarter-Back Patterson ... ZZZ ZZZZZZZ - Rtght tackle 138 Junior Football Team SYFAN, Manager Full-Back MELVIN, Captain Right End MONROE Right Half- Back Y HI TAKER Left Half-Back HARLEY Quarter-Back HUTCHINSON Quarter-Back RILEY ; -j, Center EDWARDS Right Guard HUGHES Left Guard HAYNES Left Guard STUCKEY Left Tackle TOWNSEND Right Tackle MOSELEY left End 139 Sophomore Football Team PRUITT. Manager : Zl- nSUOkXK. ( M-.A.N Left End SPROTT Left End MONTGOMERY Left TacicLI- WILLIAMS Left T u u thrower ..: .; : ;;;::;;±Zl Left Guard !; i ri.-xini.-v ■ ------- Left Guard WHITES lUIib T FT Guard WHARTON Cextkr HAMER ... ZZZZRight ' Guard RUCKER ■ Right Guard ' Y,- - Right Tackle MOOD RTrTTT Fnd LANGFORD .. k ' i! ' it III S?liS ss :::::: :::::= - fSJliS 140 Freshman Football Team WHARTON. Manager Rtght Half-Back LUMPKIN, Captain Full-Back ABNEY Center DeSHIELDS Right Guard KINARD Left Guard HARLLEE Left End SANDERS ■ Right End HUGGINS Right Tackle MOORE Right Tackle ROBERTS Left Tackle WILLIAMSON Left Tackle BRUNSON Quarter-Back WELLS Left Half-Back GLENN ,. : Z Left Half-Back 141 - •12 es w a w 5 H h 5 o O THANKSGIVING SCENE Varsity Basket-Bali Team T T- ' xTrr T-T7D t t«xt ™™ Right Forward GRENEkER, Manager ANDERSON, Captain ; Center TOWNSEND Left Guaru PATTERSON - Left Guakd EARLE Left Forward DeSHIELDS .—Right Guard HAYNES Rtght GuaRD THOMASON .. Right Forward WELBURN ....Center FREY Left Forward 146 Senior Basket-Ball Team GRENEKER, Manager Right Forward DeSHIELDS, Captain Ri ght Guard PATTERSON Center ANDERSON Left Forward SIMS Left Forward SEGARS Left Forward 1-17 Junior Basket-Bail Team TOWNSEND, Manager -.Left Guard „ ...Center EVANS, Captain „ TT Left Forward RILEY BROWN - LE FT FoRWAKD Right Forward FRE _ . T T Right Forward McFALL PERRY CENTER KEARSE ■ - LEFT GUARD HAYNES ....Right Guard STUCKEY - - .—Right Guard 148 Sophomore Basket-Ball Team PATTERSON, Manager .Center EARLE, Captain ..Right Forward HOWARD Left Forward LANGFORD Left Forward HARRIS Right Guard CABRAL Right Guard GOSNELL Left Guard 149 Freshman Basket-Bail Team THOMASON, Manager Forward WELBORNE, Captain ....Forward FIELDER ..-Forward WIGGINS ' ■ Guard DeSHIELDS -..Guard WILLIAMSON ....Center HARRIS Center SMOAK Substitute ROBERTS - Substitute 150 Track Squad .Mile Run WANNAMAKER One-half-Mile Run RAYSOR : High Jump RAMSEUR Pole Vault HARLLEE KINARD SANDERS THOMPSON FELKEL CLINKSCALES ] . RUPLE L One-half-Mile Run HUFF J McFALL PENDERGRASS .-100-Yard Dash MOSELEY 220-Yard Dash PRUITT ) _ PLYLER j -Shot- Put SMITH ) „ .... _ THOMASON - --One-Mile Run BROOKS 1 FLETCHER j. : 100-Yard Dash FORT j 153 Gymnasium Team OFFICERS t  rr x t Director R. L. KEATON ] B WHITMAN ir !. G. CAUTHEN— . -.Manager MEMBERS n MnMt Dargan Smith Osborne Huff Howard Earle Caoihen H = c H =som Cabrai. Daniel Johnson 154 Varsity Tennts Team C. C. SHELL R. K. CARSON Singles — Shell Doubles— Shell and Carson 156 OFFICERS DR. H. N. SYNDER - President DR. C. B. WALLER Vice-President J. E. LORD...: , - Secretary T. B. GRENEKER Treasurer MEMBERS Dr. H. N. Snyder I k. C. B. Waller G. C. Adams J. H. Anderson, Jr. L. K. Brtce J. E. Burch D. C. Carmichael L. J. Cauthen J. E. Ford M. K. Fort C. C. Garris Glenn Grenekf.r Guess Herbert Huggins Hughes Kearse Lake Lucas H. Manning L. L. Moore H. B. D. C. T. T. C. D. F. L. A. Mover R. L. Osborne M. B. Patrick E. P. Pendergrass W. G. Ramseur J. J. Riley C. C. Sh ell C. M. Sims R. J. Svfan J. M. Tow N SEND (i. W. Wannamakeu 158 OCIAL W.C.VHHARTQN- ' I6 OFFICERS C D. GUESS President [. B. CROMLEY Vice-President H N DUKES Secretary and Treasurer members Dr. D. D. Wallace Pru1tt Cltnkscales Pendergrass Hodges Adams Ford Hughes, G. T. Bayle Huggins Smith. M. L. Svfan Brown Moseley, E. F. Williams, L. D. B. Stuckey Riley Garris McFall Wannamaker Rast Dukes Lucas Guess Holman Ramseur Cromley Manning 160 Musical Association officers President Vice-President Secretary and Treasurer cc Club OFFICERS H. G. WATERS P. WHITAKER PROF. EDMON MORRIS PROF. E. H. SHULER W. E. PLYLER C. W. MORRISON Manager Assistant Manager Director PERSONNEL FIRST TENOR W H1TAKER Palmer Pendergrass Hamee SECOND TENOR L AN HAM Montgomery DuBose Wharton, E. M. first bass Waters W HITMAN holcombe Glenn SECOND BASS Morrison, C. W. Plvler Klugh Ramseur, Reader 162 Quartette Orchestra MEMBERS P. WHITAKER, Manager First Violin G. E. WHITES IDES, Director First Cornet H. P. WATERS , : •. Trombone E. PELL Drums L. CUDD Pianist E. BYERS First Clarinet D. TILLINGHAST 1 Second Violin F. HERBERT First Violin 165 Wofford College Fitting School Alumni Association OFFICERS J. E. FORD - - President E. F. LUCAS Vice-President J. L. M. WILLIAMS = - Secretary JOE HERRING - Treasurer members J. H. Anderson R. S. Jenkins G. A. Hutto L. S. King F. Moore L. O. Rast J . B. Segars C. M. Sims W. W. Steadmax H. P. DuBose W. M. Byers T. Z. Sprott W. J. Brown H. N : Dukes G. T. Hughes O. G. Jordan C. E. King J. Y. LeGette J. E. Merchant J. E. Murpit J. J. Enloe E. W. Furse J. H. Hood F. A. Jordan R. H. Moore J. W. Neeley, Jr. J. C. Nesbitt G. E. Prince. Jr. G. W. Palmer R. W. Rucker J. E. Sprott G. E. Whitesides L. D. B. Willliams L. M. Bennett E. T. Bowen W. L. Breeden G. W. Brunson R. H. Byrum H. B. Carlisle, Jr. M. O. Dantzler E. K. Garrison G. W. Graham J. B. Graham L. G. Hardin J. W. Herring J. E. Eubanks J. P. Earle J. M. McLaughlin A. L. M alone F. F. Roberts H. W. Sanders R. O. Smoak F. L. Thompson T. J. Williamson A. W. Hammond R. M. Hutto S. S. Kelly J. C. Leonard C. E. Sprott R. O. Stuckey J. M. TOWNSENII W. D. Wall H. R. Waters J. B. Whitman J. A. Wolfe R. H. Best Nat Cabral C. A. Carter P. T. Carter J. O. Castles J. C. Cauthen C R. Creighton W. M. Dargan I. B. Dunbar E. L. Dowling R. E. Lumpkin F. L. Lytle Leon Moore F. A. Thompson H. G. Turner W. C W hit mire L. L. Williams 1GG officers President M. B. PATRICK Vice-President G. W. WANNAMAKER, JR ....Secretary C. A. CARTER Treasurer H. MANNING COMMITTEES L. L. MOORE Bible Study T H ANDERSON Mission Study ' j E FORD Personal Work p d. EVANS Membership G T HUGHES Social Service WAL. H. SMITH Hall M. K. FORT Music (; w WANNAMAKER Hand-book 168 y u The Young Men ' s Christian Association F all the organizations on the campus the Young Men ' s Chris- tian Association is the most universal. The reason for this is very obvious. There is no other organization which holds up such a high standard. Now, as never before, col- lege men are realizing how closely the body, the mind, and the spirit are related. The Young Men ' s Christian Asso- ciation strives to develop in the right proportion these three essential faculties of every student ' s nature. Every Friday evening at seven o ' clock a devotional meeting is held in the Association Hall. The most of these meetings are addressed by eminent Christian men of Spartanburg. It has been found to be very beneficial to have at least one meeting a month led by different members of the Association. Wofford sent four delegates to the summer Student Conference at Black Mountain, N. C. Fifteen students and one member of the Faculty represented our Association at the State Conference held in Columbia, October 8 to 12. Our Association has always been ready to cooperate with other Associations in any great undertaking, and when the call came to send delegates to the Seventh International Convention, which was held in Kansas City, December 31, 1913, to January 4, 1914, we responded by sending three delegates, W. J. Brown, G. YV. Wannamaker, Jr., and C. A. Carter. The liberal support of the Faculty and the students in raising this money will never be forgotten. The membership fee was raised from one dollar to one dollar and a half this year. This was done in order that we might issue membership tickets which would be honored by all city and student Associations. This is the first year we have issued a leather-bound hand-book. This book was published during the vacation and a copy mailed to each new student before he left home. Valuable information about the college and the city of Spartanburg is given in the hand-book. The hand-book committee also issued one of the most attractive college calendars that Wofford has ever had. For the last several years our Association has conducted a night school in the Spartan Mill village. This school is held on Monday and Thursday nights in the Wesley House. ' There are several grades in the school and the attendance for the year averaged forty. The Ministerial Band has also done much valuable work this year by teaching Sunday schools and by sending its members to preach at many places in and around the city. Professor Rembert led the Seniors and Juniors in their Bible Study Class, which met every Sunday afternoon. The Sophomores and Freshmen were led by students from the upper classes. A Mission Study Class was organized at Carlisle Hall to study compara- tive religions. 171 OFFICERS J. E. FORD - B. S. HUGHES L D. B. WILLIAMS. D. H. Attaway F. A. Budden C. A. Carter B. G. Ceomley J. V. Cromlev J. C. Cunningham H. N. Dukes S. C. Dunlap B. H. Eaudy J. E. Ford H. E. Felkel J. S. Edwards D. C. Gregory members President Vtce-President .Secretary and Treasurer W. D E. K. G. T. B. S. R. A. O. G. L. E. M. B, J. Tyi H. W. J. H. C. Y. L. D. Gleaton Garrison . Hughes Hughes FIughes Jordan Ledbetter Patrick ,er Sanders Webster Wigfall B. Williams R. C. Zimmerman 172 The Fortnightly Literary Club OFFICERS L. K. BRICE - , : President W. H. SMITH Secretary E. F. LUCAS .Treasurer MEMBERS Dr. W. L. Pugh Prof. A. W. Horton J. L. Glenn E. T. Spigner L. K. Brice W. H. Smith T. D. Lake, Jr. C. C. Shell E. F. Lucas J. J. Riley T. C. Herbert Wallace Steadman 174 Honor System Council Jftrst Ccrm MEMBERS MONROE CALHOUN BROOKS LAKE CAUTHEN BRICE, President 175 Honor System Council decern D Cerm COVINGTON BROWN WARDLAW TOWNSEND MEMBERS MORGAN DeSHIELDS HARLLEE ANDERSON, President 176 Carlisle Hall Student Government jftrst Cerm OFFICERS J. C. KEARSE G. C. ADAMS J. HARTWELL ANDERSON President Vice-President Secretary MEMBERS H. L. CLINKSCALES W. G. RAMS EUR W. B. STUCKEY F. D. EVANS W. W. DANIEL G. W. WANNAMAKER, JR. 177 Carlisle Hall Student Government econti Cerm OFFICERS J HARTWELL ANDERSON President H L CLINKSCALES ....Vice-Pkesibent R. L. OSBORNE Secretary MEMBERS P T. CARTER C D ' GUESS R T. MEDLOCK J- M. McLAUGHLIN R. J. SMITH E. M. WHARTON Student Body OFFICERS J. E. BURCH ; [ Pkesident R. J. SYFAN Vice-President W. G. RAMS EUR Secretary L. L. WILLIAMS Treasurer 179 Hi® ANDERSON ' - Fuse CAUTHEN MAGNETO- CROSS .. Reactance MORRISON Inductance CHRISTMAN ••Compensator COX .- Relay BOMAR Circuit Breaker HERBERT Transformer JOHNSON Insulator MARLOWE Detector SPROTT - Rotary TOWNSEND Regulator WOLFE Rheostat NCINEER ' VJ C WHARTONl officers President JENKINS •• „ Secretary MOSS _ Treasurer BETHEA MEMBERS Prof. E. H. Shuler, Honorary Christman, W. F. Garris, C. C. DuBose, H. P. Havnes, Gayle King, L. S. Herbert, T. C. 184 MEMBERS A. B. BOYLE.. • L. J. CAUTHEN H. P. DuBOSE J. E. FORD - E. W. HOOK L. T. IZLAR J. C. KEARSE R. E. KENNY L. S. KING C. A. MONROE W. E. PLVLER F. W. RAYSOR WALTON H. SMITH......... M. L. SMITH J. M. TOWNSEND Sumter, S. C. Dillon, S. C. Lee. S. C. Horry, S. C. ..Marlboro, S. C. Marion, Fla. ....Bamberg, S. C. ..Edgeftei.d, S. C. ...Kershaw, S. C. Marion, S. C. Lancaster, S. C. ...Calhoun, S. C. Clarendon, S. C. ...Edgefield, S. C. ...Marlboro. ,S. C. 186 Carolina Special Club officers _„ President BRYAN LILES-,-. ; ' Vice . President W. M. BYERS.... ..treasurer E. F. LUCAS Cwwtary W. G. RAMSEUR -.Secretary MEMBERS Bryan Liles W. M. Byers E. F. Lucas L. Alexander W. P. Ligon R. J. Smith Chas. Avant - J no. A. Walker V. L. Padgett H. E. Heinitsh P. D. Huff J. S. Wolfe W. F. Christian T. D. Lake, Jr. E. H. Blackman J. H. Harlev M. S. Christman E. G. Edwards W. G. Ramseur J. C. Kearse J. C. Bethea W. G. Klugh 188 BOBOCLUB MEMBERS LeROY MOORE L - S ' KING T T TST R E. C. MORRISON L ' H. P. DuBOSE L A - MOYER W. H. SMITH R - E - KENNEY B. E. DeSHIELDS J- A - WOLFE W. E. PLYLER J- R - FREY C. W. MORRISON C. H. DeSHIELDS L. M. DeSHIELDS 190 Motto: Anderson is my town ' Colors : Garnet and White officers President RUT L. OSBORNE Vice-President J. C. PR 1 ' ITT Secretary F. T. CHENAULT Treasurer (I- E. PRINCE, JR MEMBERS LlGON Tate Seawright Neeley Chenault HOBSON Garrison Pruitt Cely Johnson Smith Osborne, R. L. Osborne, L. Sullivan Palmer Enloe Prince 192 Motto: Greenwood Grows Greater ' Colors : Green and White Flower : Dogwood OFFICERS H. L. CLIN KSC ALES. W. G. KLUGH J. C. HUTCHINSON... R, T. MEDLOCK President .Vice-President Secretary Treasurer members J. Hugh Anderson J. R. Abney J. L. Calhoun H. E. Griffin R. S. Jenkins J. Q. KlNARD H. B. Kin ard ]. I). Stuart E. M. Wharton T. J. Williamson 194 Marion Billon Club. Motto : Be Foxy Colors: Gray and Garnet officers President H. MANNING Vice-President E. G. EDWARDS.... .Skcrktarv E. B. HAMER MEMBERS J. S. Bethea E. B.Hamer D. C. Carmichaei. J- G. Huggins J. C. Cauthen J- Y. LeGette L J. Cauthen H. Manning W.D.Cross W. Melvin E G. Edwards C - A - Monroe M K. Fort J- K - Montgomery V. ' S. Goodyear H - M - Moody F. F. Roberts 196 H.LCLINK5GftLE5- ' )5 SPARTANBURG RUSTICS OFFICERS F. MOORE J. R. FREY L. WILLIAMS J. L. M. WILLIAMS. Frey BOSTICK Williams Smith Moore Wolfe Leonard Harris McClimon Harris Clement MEMBERS President .Vice-President Treasurer Secretary Harris Davis Best Moore, F. Anderson, H. Moore, L. Moore, L. L. Anderson, E. Williams, J. L. Norman Smoak M. 198 The Asps To charm our victims— then sting them Object Midnight Time of Meeting Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday. Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday Grease yourself and slide under Password - Two-lips Flower Don ' t tread on me Motto MEMBERS P. M. Allen J. Hartwell Anderson M. S. Chrtstman C. D. Guess S. G. Layton R. L. Osborne Rembert Pate 200 The Asps OFFICERS J. M. TOWNSEND G. C. ADAMS Re m bert Pate R. T. Fletcher R, M. Edens R. B. KlR-KWOQD President Vice-President MEMBERS E. W. Hook D. C. Breeden J. C. Covington J. L. Bennett, Jr. 202 Horry County Club officers President W. K. SUGGS ' 2 Vice-Prestdent ? ' l ' lv!, , t ' ams ' ... . ' . Sf.c-kf.tary and Treasurer V a. ™S : ==- c„„ K Po,„, K . s MEMBERS S. J. Bland G. L. Ford J. E. Ford W. D. Gleaton E. Hyman T. F. Kirton T. E. Lewis M. Norton B. L. Soles W. K. Suggs F. A. Thompson L. D. B. WlLLTAMS 204 Laurens County Club OFFICERS E. F. LUCAS President P. D. HUFF Vice-President E. F. MOSELEY Secretary and Treasurer MEMBERS T. D. Lake, Jr. p. D. Huff E. F. Lucas R. R. Moseley L. T. Yeargin O. P. Huff J. A. Fuller E. F. Moseley 205 Darlington County Club Colors : Garnet ami Blue Motto: Never weary officers President, I e. burch • ' A t Atir a t Vice-President O G. JORDAN ,,. W . R LAW Secretary and Treasurer MEMBERS O. G. Jordan Burch „ King Dowling DuBose Law F. A. Jordan Reynolds Wells 206 Carlisle Club OFFICERS J. C. KEARSE J. S. RUCKER J. E. THOMPSON W. H. HODGES President -Vice-President Secretary Treasurer MEMBERS W. H. Hodges W . Rucker J. C. Kearse w . D. Rhoad P. B. McLeod j. e. Thompson J. S. Rucker d. L. Betts 207 The Last of the Bohemians E. F. Lucas T. D. Lake L. K. Brice 208 Mineralogy Class Professor D. A. DuPre Allen C. W. Morrison BUKCH Moss Cauthen Padgett Cromley Sims Heinitsh Liles 209 Managers Club BRICE - : BASEGALL CAUTHEN : - AnnUAL GRENEKER Basket-Ball HERBERT Journal KEARSE Handbook LUCAS Football PENDERGRASS -Track RILEY ' . • - ■ TENNIS WANNAMAKER Calendar WATERS Glee ClUB 210 ZERO A Practical Use for Geography AN ODE (With Apologies to Everybody, Longfellow in Particular) Tell me not in mournful numbers, Math is but empty dreams ! For the man cloth flunk who slumbers, It is not the cinch it seems. Math is real! Math is earnest! And to flunk is oft its end. Fresh thou art, and Fresh returneth May be spoken to you men. Not enjoyment; nay! but sorrow Is your destined end or way. We must bone so we to-morrow Will make tens (?) just like to-day. Quiz is hard, and time is fleeting, And our knees through fear do quake ; And like bones ' ' are quickly beating. Oh ! the zeroes we shall make. In the whole darn list of cuss-words. Used when Clink is not nearby. More is said by those Math snowbirds. To h — 1 with Math ! they cry. But Seniors ' presence doth remind us Safe our dips are. Thought sublime! Yes, oh, yes, we ' ll leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time. Footprints that perhaps some Freshman, Plodding through his college clays ; Some forlorn and homesick Freshman, Seeing, shall correct his ways. Let us then sit clown and study, We will learn it or we ' ll bust; And still achieving, do our duty. For what follows we will trust. C. D. Guess, ' 14. Fast Colors — Guaranteed not to run 211 ZERO SENIOR TRUTHS Allen The fattest Anderson. J. Hugh Never throws rocks Anderson, J. H., Never laughs at his own jokes Anderson, J. P Never smokes Bethea Most studious Brice - Greek scholar Burch Least mischievous Byers : Never talks West Carmichael Never plays tennis Cauthen Never goes calling Cross Most childish DeShields Buys his own weed DuBose The lightest haired Fairey Sweetest tempered FORD .. 1 1 Shark Greneker - The coolest q uess The most silent Herbert Never in love Hook Most energetic Huff Most humorous Jenkins Least conspicuous j 0SEY Ministerial student L AKE The most retiring Liles The brunette Moss The loudest Mover The biggest fool Patrick The biggest gambler Patterson The palest Plyler Ashamed of his voice p vASX Never sports Shell Never butts in Sims Never flunks on Dunk Smith, W. H Straightest haired Smith. Wm. H The least eccentric Stackley The smallest eater Wasdlaw Never argues wrongly o ■ Professor DuPre (in geology): What is a rock? Yancey L anxiously volunteered : It is a chemical mixed with a little physics. o Professor Rembert (in psychology): Why does a painter shut one eye when drawing a fine line? Senior DeShields: To keep the paint out of his eye. Those Wofford Stars Senior Burch was heard to say upon leav- ing the Grand Theater : Those two girls sure sang a good quartet this evening. o Soph Yeargan, after a careful search throughout the laboratory: Professor, where is some H = 0? Professor R : What is a mirage? Senior Carmichael : It is a three-legged automobile. o Fresh Rembert (at restaurant) : Waiter, you only gave me six oysters. Waiter: You ordered a half-fry, sir. Rembert: Oh. I thought that meant fried on one side. Prof. D. A. DuPre has been relating wonderful stories to his class in geology, leaving various impressions on the stu- dents. Recently a member of the class gave this version of a story: ante- deluvian days there were monstrous ani- mals. Some of them could stand with their hind feet on the Main Building, their front feet on the Fitting School, wrap their tails around Carlisle Hall, and drink water out of the standpipe. What? 212 ZERO ZERO WANTED TO KNOW Why Foxie Wolfe is called little Pruitt? Why Eddie Blackmon is called Levi? Who Phil Huff looks more like, Joe What, which, or when? If Louis Cauthen eats supper Sunday , nights; if so, where? Why Morrison, C. doesn ' t go straight up ? Why Ed Hook works eternally? Why Rast frequents Greenville? Why Soph Greneker treated the Fur- man guy so roughly? Who tore up Hugh Anderson ' s room just before Christmas? Who stole Professor DuPre ' s old Dominecker hen? Why the Sophomores stopped sneezing in Dr. Snyder ' s classroom? Why Ed Lucas is considered cute ? Why Sam Layton gets so much mail? Why Garris is sore on Yancey LeGette? Who cracked Bill Plyler ' s voice? Where Greenwood Jenkins got that vest? If Dick Cross and Soph Greneker have ever been seen in Greenville? Why Cutie Cauthen makes such good marks in Bible? To what fraternity Yancey belongs? Why Ed Lucas has such good color when you mention Tennessee? Why Fairey is called Soap Fairey? Who said Pahee Sims had such an innocent look? Which is the hardest, Chott Shell ' s head or a street-car fender? Why Pinkey Liles is called sunset? Why Raysor is called Zoo ? Why did Moseley Goat or did he? Why Montgomery is all mouth? If Ed Hamer is through growing? Why Weiner Moseley dropped Math? How often does Merchant get his hair cut ? Why they call Bill Dargan Solomon ? Why Goat Moseley knows the Beati- tudes so well ( ?) ? Sands o ' Time FOUND IN THE SPARTANBURG HERALD Fatkforest, S. C. My Dear Santa Clans: I am a little boy, but can read and write, and I want you to bring me some candy and fruit and some fine fireworks and a drum. I have a little sweetheart named— oh, you know her name— be sure and bring her lots of nice things, too, then I will always love you Your little friend, Jacob Ryan Frey. September Morn 214 I MAKE A SPECIALTY OF College Annual Photographs For 1914 Wofford College. - Spartanburg, S. C. Converse College. - - Spartanburg, S. C. Presbyterian College, - - Clinton, S. C. Columbia College. - Columbia. S. C. KNOW THE EXACT QUALITY OF PHOTOGRAPHS BEST FOR ENGRAVING Pv. F. PETEKSON, 141 1-2 E. Main St. SPARTANBURG. S. C. Converse College Spartanburg, S. C. A STANDARD COLLEGE FOR WOMEN No Preparatory Department COMPRISES The College of the Liberal Arts and Sciences, offering the A. B. and A. M. degrees. The College of the Fine Arts, offering the B. Mus. degree and a diploma in Art. EARLY APPLICATION IS ADVISED ROBT. P. PELL Litt. D., Pres ' t Wofford College HENRY N. SNYDER. LL D.. Litt. D.. President Two degrees, A. B. and A. M. All courses leading to the A. B. Degree Twelve Professors. Departments: Ethics, Astronomy, Mathematics (pure and applied), Physics, Chemistry, Biology and Geology Latin, Greek, English, German and French, History and Economics, Library and Librarian. The W. E. Burnett Gymnasium under a competent director. The J. B. Cleveland Science Hall. Carlisle Hall, a magnificent new Dormitory. Athletic grounds Course ledures by the ablest men on the platform. Pvare musical opportumt.es. Table board $12.00 a month. Next session begins September 16th. For catalogue or other information, address J. A. GAMEWELL, Secretary, Spartanburg, S. C WOFFOKD COLLEGE FITTING SCHOOL Two dormitories and one class-room building. The dormitories contain 40 bed-rooms. Electric lights and steam heat in one dor- mitory. Teachers and matron live in the buildings, so that at all times there is a close supervision of the students. The buildings are on the college campus. The students take a regular course in the gym- nasium, and have access to the College Library. Expenses for the year, $155. For further information address A. W. HORTON. Head Master Spartanburg, S. C. Alic Good for Widows A Monthly Income Policy will pay the bills when your wife is a widow. A Disability Policy will pay your bills when you are disabled. Investigate our investment option. ATLANTIC LIFE INSUKANCE CO. E. STRUDWICK, President Richmond, Va. V. H. TILLER, District Manager j. C . KEARSE, Special Agent SPARTANBURG, S. C. F. W. FELKEL, General Agent, ANDERSON, S. C. Alic Good for Wid O IV s IT PAYS TO TRADE WITH ■ The Du Pre Book Store SPARTANBURG, S. C. THE LARGEST BOOK STORE IN |[SOUTH CAKOLINA For the Largest and Best Assortment of Clothing, Hats and Furnishing Goods, visit Greenewald ' s The Leading Clothiers 105-107 W. Main For Men, Women and Children Spartanburg, S. C. The Bank of Spartanburg solicits your account, young man, because its officers have unbounded confidence in your ability to succeed. Depository: State of South Carolina, County of Spar- tanburg, City of Spartanburg First National Bank partanburg ESTABLISHED 1871 Capital - . $500,000.00 Surplus - . $100,000.00 EDUCATION FIRST, THEN BUSINESS nrShUmfShT T terS J ife Pftially equipped, at least, for the business problems wh.ch will confront him. There is no better place in South Carolina to get this education than at Wofford College. The eve of the business world ,s on the coming young man, who has proven his metal. A place awaits the equipped toiler. SAVE YOUK cTWONEY W. E. BURNETT. President j. B . CLEVELAND. V President A. M. CHKEITZBERG, V.-Pres. and Cashier FRANK C. ROGERS Asst Cash.er KOY E. LEONARD, Asst. Cash.er FIRST NATIONAL BANK Nunnally ' s Candies Guth ' s Chocolates Soda Water, Ice Cream, Cigars, Tobacco, Pipes, Etc. 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