Athens State College - Columns Yearbook (Athens, AL)

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Class Sonjg O we ' re jolly Seniors, Class 13, Sometimes called quantity, but still with quality, But still with quality. Such girls, before, no one has ever seen ; So very full of knowledge, yet full of fun and glee, Yet full of fun and glee. Our future days to us appear to hold no dangers far or near. To hold no dangers for us, far or near. What fear have we To face our future fate? Chorus. Seniors, Seniors, now girls. Gone our days of long curls. Launched upon the sea of life. We will never shirk its strife. Senior class, so charming, Send the Freshmen warning, Never give the struggle up Till cap and gown are won. But now the time draws near when we must part. To leave our Alma Mater almost breaks our heart. It almost breaks our heart. But ' till we part we ' ll lead a life so fine, And tell the other girls to come on up the line, To come on up the line. We ' ll always strive to do our best, And never from our efiforts rest Until we ' ve reached the goal for which we ' ve strived. One, nine, one, three. A Senior ' s life for me! (25)

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Address of Welcome Madam President, Members of the Faculty, Friends: X behalf of tlie Class of 1913, I extend to you a hearty welcome on this annual occasion. Our Class Day means much to us, and we hope that every word uttered this afternoon will fittingly express to you our appreciation of what your influence and good wishes in the past have meant to us. These four years have shown the usual vicissitudes attendant upon a college course, but our teach- ers have magnanimously given us credit for the largeness of our intentions rather than for the smallness of our accomplishments. Scarred and scored though we be, we are nearing that goal of our desires and are exulting in the fact that the victory is half won. We have a better understanding now of the real significance of that old saying which we have frequently heard repeated by those of fuller experience, that schooldays are the happiest days. And is it not so. my class- mates, that on this our gala-day, when the realization that we must soon leave these halls and the green campus, is brought home so forcibly — is it not really true that there is in our hearts a greater degree of sadness than of joy? Tlie unfailing help of President and teachers, the interest of students and friends, the little lessons of school life, which have most happily been ours, will undoubtedly result in a better knowledge of the way in whicli we must meet and conquer those difficulties which will inevitably be our portion in the coming years. We can wish nothing better for the students that come after us than that they may ever have the guidance, di- rection and encouragement of I aculty and friends, which we have valued so highl ' . Believing that the same sympathy which you have heretofore accorded us in times of mistakes or defeat prompts you to rejoice now in our success, we thank you, with grateful acknowledgement of your ]iresence here today. (?4)

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Class History IT was the first night of tlie fall term of 1960, at Athens College, and the several hundred girls who had arrived on the afternoon train were dispersing to their new quarters, full of excitement over the opening of school. In one of the rooms of the oldest dormitory — Brown Hall — two girls cosily curled upon a window-seat were chatting with that freedom which all college girls, new or old, have toward each other. Suddenly one of them, gazing intently at the woodwork near her, cried out : Here is my grandmother ' s name — Esther Barrett! ' Your grandmother, Esther Barrett, exclaimed the other; why I ' ve heard my grandmother — Anna Craw- ford—mention her name lots and lots of times, and of what good friends they used to be. They both belonged to the old class of Thirteen, and I have often listened to their history. Evidently they were a jolly crowd of girls in their Freshman year, determined to have some fun every now and then. Even with the terrors of the chain- gang looming up before them they didn ' t seem to be a bit timid, for I ' ve been told that on April Fool ' s day they slipped the Senior ' s caps and gowns, and solemnly marched into the chapel looking like they owned the college. Imagine how the poor Seniors, capless and robeless, felt! Still, with all that hilarity, they didn ' t neglect their studies. They made very good grades, and scored in athletics also. What was that scrape they got into in their Sophomore year about the Junior reception? You know my grandmother was a town girl and wasn ' t out here that night. Well, it was a never-to-be-forgotten escapade. They had stolen some cream that was left from the recep- tion, and were in Esther ' s room (Oh, let ' s call them by their names, they seem just like girls now that we ' re where they spent so much of their girlhood) ! They were having lots of fun up there, when footsteps were heard in the hall. With one accord they, ice cream, plates and all, rolled under the bed. Two teachers walked in — Miss Hoefer and Miss Crook. They were entirely too wise to let such suspicious sounds go by unnoticed, and with more strength than dignity succeeded in getting the girls from under the bed. As a pleasant good-night they presented each of them with five demerits. Poor girls! However, it sounds just like them. As a class, when they were Sophomores, wern ' t they par- tial to having special friends? Sarah, Nelle and Josie were quite friendly with Miss Crook; Esther, with a Sen- ior; Anna, with Miss Tompkins; Ruth, with Miss Hoefer, and Zella and Cassie Belle were really inseparable. However, I ' m sure our grandmother ' s would dislike to hear us speak of their class only in a frivolous way, just as if there was nothing worth while in them. (26)