Atlantic Christian College - Pine Knot Yearbook (Wilson, NC)

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Seniors

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The Seniors’ Boast The winds have whispered it from all the trees, Demerits! The birds have sung it among the leaves, Demerits! But they’ll never bother us any more, Demerits! All the sorrows of school life are forever o’er, Demerits! Class of 1914 be as good as ice were and there’ll be no Demerits! We tried very hard and thought we were good, but lo! Demerits! We thought we were angels but other folks said “no,” Demerits! We are now going home where we can wave at the boys without Demerits!

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Senior Class Poem Will you listen to my rhyme, While I tell you in short time, Of the wonders we have done And the honors we have won? Not for many days, I ween, Such a class has e’er been seen As the one we gladly represent, Joyful, happy and content. Happy, for the heavy work is done And our trophies proudly won; Joyful in the knowledge gained, And the heights that we’ve attained. Would you, too, not be content, If four years in school you’d spent And now felt that you were free, Browsing on life’s flowery lea? Oh, the wonders we’ve achieved! They’re really hard to be believed, But we’re sure we’ll convince your ear For we’ll make them wondrous clear. Now before you we do truly stand By the right of wisdom, highest in the land, Not of wisdom only do we beg you hear, But of pleasures, trials, joys and friendships dear. First and greatest of our woes The most fascinating of girls’ foes— Logic—of which all philosophers teach, And by deepest study was the summit reached. In Economics we are fully versed And our minds have been duly nursed In signs and cosigns, tangents rare None with us in these things can compare. Of our knowledge of Psychology We can surely boast without apology; And in Ethics and Evidences We have truly sharpened all our senses. We are sure our faces must be glowing With the rich thoughts that come flowing, From the boundless river of literary lore Which will give us joy forevermore. And we’ve quaffed of Music’s pleasure And its harmonies beyond all measure; Also have we walked in Art’s dominions Learning there to spread our pinions; And we soared in times so olden Filled with music and paintings golden Till we caught the inspiration Which welded into life’s aspiration. At the feet of sages we’ve been sitting As such little maids was befitting And we learned that life’s stern duty Must be taught by voices of surpassing beauty. That the stream of life must ebb and flow As it did in days of long ago, And that to our merry, glad tomorrow Evil things to us will come in robes of sorrow. But deliver us from such pessimistic teaching, And a deaf ear will we turn to all such preach- ing, On this class of 1913 with the trophies they have won Never will they dream that they’ll forget their fun. And at A. C. College where we’ve blushed and bloomed May we not be sure our mem Ties will be en- tombed In the hearts of those we love so dear As the day of parting now draws near. Oh, we pray you in this month of flowers, Filled with happy, joyous hours, By the love we truly hope we’ve won That your prayer may speed us, every one.