Anderson College - Columns / Sororian Yearbook (Anderson, SC)

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O 3 JHt ninian£ c Claft Htstorp IN SEPTEMBER, 1912, Anderson College first opened her doors to a throng of eager girls, earnestly bent on securing an education at all costs and hazards. In that throng were some of the members of the Class of 1915. We were ten in number that first year, and began our career in Anderson College as Sophomores. Oh, what joy to be able to look with condescending pity on the Freshmen, and to be treated as persons of superior wisdom by them ! After a few days of confusion, we banded ourselves together, formed a concti- tution, made numerous by-laws, elected our officers, and launched forth boldly into a sea of unknown waters, filled with many a dangerous reef of which we little dreamed. The days that followed were days of strenuous toil, with now and then a grand midnight feast to make us forget our trials and sorrows. Bright spots in the Sophomore year were the ten-course Thanksgiving dinner, and the Trustees ' Banquet. After inter- minable weeks, and numerous examinations of one kind and another, the year was finally at an end, and we were ready to take our departure for home, each with a world of expe- riences all her own. Time that once passed slowly seemed all at once to have quickened its pace to a most marvelous degree, and vacation was over. Once more we stood before the portals of our welcoming College. Again we were ten strong, but with only five of the original ten. Five new ones had joined our ranks, and right royally did we receive them into our midst, as part of our band. When we began delving into the unfathomable mysteries of Psychology and Economics, we felt that there was strength in numbers, and that, without the new recruits, five could never have accomplished what the ten victoriously achieved. In the beginning of the year, we felt seriously handicapped, as there had been so many changes in the Faculty, and we were as among strangers. But soon this feeling was over- come, and we realized that our new guides were gifted leaders; and a spir.t of comrade- ship sprang up between pupils and teachers, which grew steadily as the year passed. Although we still kept a tender spot in our minds and hearts for our first instructors, we learned to love the new ones just as much. Twenty-Six

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%i$mr (it mo 1 3 mi dororiim y o Class oem I WONDER if all people, as they read Of the Black. Prince and of his conquests bold. Regard his motlo with surprise indeed. As unto them the words, Ich Dien, unfold. Ich Dien, why he was one of royal birth; Why was his motto not instead, I rule. But we have learned that he who rules the earth. Who would be grealest, must be least of all. The words, Ich Dien, our motto strong, have led Us safely throughout all our College days. And may they teach us in the years ahead, To serve full well instead of seeking praise. Ich Dien! Ah, may we e ' er our molto live; Through it accomplish much along life ' s road; And thus to our dear Alma Mater give Some recompense for all on us bestowed.

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ty) o J|t r0iiai £ G Now, there is no accounting for the tricks of Cupid, and while we were all sup- posedly laboring, with minds stored with wisdom ' s lore, he stole a march into our midst, and captured the heart of one of our number, and persuaded her that love, when weighed in the balance with higher learning, was the thing worth while; so, after Christmas hob- days, she failed to return to us. Through the dark clouds that overshadowed our Junior year, the sun shone at many times, and we had each reached the mountain-top, and could feel the halo of Senior dignity already engulfing us. We forgot the dark days that had passed, and remem- bered only the brilliancy of the sun when it had broken through the rifts. Another vacation passed all too swiftly, and we once more roamed the College halls, this time as grave and stately Seniors, six in number, with only four of the original band of ten who had entered as wise Sophomores. Two who joined us this year came from far-away Minnesota. Again we welcomed the addition, for our responsibilities weighed heavily upon us, and we sadly m ' ssed the wise counsel of last year ' s Seniors, our staunch friends whom we had found tried and true. But as time passed, and we were daily consulted on matters of vast importance by the under-classmen, we realized more and more our exalted position, and grew more accustomed to pondering on weighty sub- jects placed before us; and our responsibilities became pleasures, and our dgnity sat not so heavily upon us. Day by day, we felt more sure of the long-sought goal ; day by day, we were rapidly passing the milestones; but as we drew nearer the journey ' s end, as we have reached the last milestone in our College career, the happiness is tinged with a feeling of genuine sadness that we are leaving the dear old College for the last time. The sweet friendships we have formed during the three years of our stay here will in a measure be broken. The friends we have known so intimately will be widely scattered, never to be reunited in the same bonds. Then comes the solemn thought that we are now begin- ning life, and that the future Yes long and straight before us, with many a hidden bypath to lure our timorous steps. So it is with a feeling of reluctance that we leave the pro- tecting walls of our Alma Mater, for the untried road ahead. — Willie Sullivan, ' I 5 Twenty-Seven