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

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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

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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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Clatf ipropftecp Denver, Colo., May 15, 1920 EAREST MARY: — You will be quite surprised to hear from me so soon; I ■ but I have just had the most wildly exciting experience, and I am so anxious M W to tell you all about it that I can ' t wait any longer before writing. One day last week, I was wandering aimlessly around the streets, seek- ing something new and interesting, and my eye chanced to light on a sign nailed to the front door of the cutest little bungalow you ever saw. There was nothing particularly unusual in the sign, for these western cities are full of such placards, on each of which one reads about the same thing. On this par- ticular one I read, Madame Vains, Medium, $2.00 per Interview. Information About Absent Friends a Specialty. Anyone else except you might wonder why in the world that sign happened to catch my attention, and why it was that inside of five minutes I found myself in a queer- looking Oriental room, sitting opposite a large, rather handsome woman, whose coal-black eyes fascinated me. You alone of all my friends will really understand, because you, too, are always in search of some new adventure, and we are always doing things on the spur of the moment. Madame Vains, for she it was who was looking at me, asked me to name the friend about whom I wished to know; but I was so bewildered that for the life of me I couldn ' t think of a single person. Suddenly the thought of dear old Anderson College came to me, and quick as a flash the idea possessed me to ask about the girls of 1915, my classmates, about whom. I always love to hear. I mentioned Margaret CKnkscales first of all. You remember you told me about her yourself last time you wrote, and I thought that would be a good way to find out whether Madame was a fake or not. I was so excited and anxious to hear whether her statements would agree with yours that I could hardly wait, and — just think of it, Mary! She told me exactly the same thing, and in almost the very words you had written to me. She said Margaret was a Red Cross nurse in the universal war, and that, while recovering from a terrible wound, a handsome young army officer had seen her, and had immediately fallen in love with her. Yes ; Madame Vains even told me the date of their wedding; and you didn ' t even know that. After that, I couldn ' t help wondering if she were not worth questioning farther, so I asked her about Willie Sullivan. She described Willie as happily married, and living in Belton. When she told me Willie ' s husband ' s name, I felt that she surely must be right, for all that she said about Willie certainly agreed with what we used to predict while we were at College. What she said about Lethia, though, was such a surprise! Lethia offered the position at Wellesley College — the chair of philosophy left vacant last year by Miss Twenty-Eight