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

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C. C. Ware State Secretary Graduate College of the Bible, Lexington, Ivy., 1907; Minister for Churches in Mississippi, 1 exas, and Louisiana, and N. C. State Secre- tary, S. C., 1913-’15; State Secretary N. C., 1915; Founder S. C. Christian and Ar. C. Christian. During eight years of loyal, faithful service he has made every interest of church and college his vital concern. His work as financial secretary to the College has been of untold value, and the College has been materially strengthened there- by. Friends without number over the State appreciate him for his kind devotion to duty and for his real worth. Miss Myrtie L. Harper Libraria n M iss Myrtie Harper is our happy and efficient librarian. Always earnest, interested and sin- cere, in the library and out of it, she contributes in many ways to the comfort and well-being of the students. “A gentle woman, sweet and kind, and always true, And one irho doth to friends and strangers give, In guiet ways, the help of cheerful words and tender deeds.' ’ lllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll!lllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll 4 2 3 Is- IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIH hint1 '

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Oh, ye who rend this hook, By alumni ever raised To penetrale each nook. 'Tis to thee, oh, A. C. C., Our gratitude we sing; High and low, in every key, And far and wide ' twill ring. For it tells of other days That each one spent with thee. 'Till we left thy halls, and ways, To journey o'er life's sea. A s the strains of music fall Upon the listening ear, Simple melodies appall With h esita t in g fea r. Com positions thus began. But as the days went by Harmonics much f uller ran With graduation nigh. Minor phrases found within Revealed our trials there. Progress was disclosed again By swift and stately air. When the final chord was reached ’Twas then we left thy hands. Tested, now, and tried is each In home and foreign la mis. In Alma Mater, our composer, We left thee unperfected. Are we winners now, or losers, Received, or rejected! Winners, yes, for some have touched The solus of women and men. You've exalted I if e for us And made us o'er again. Alma Maler, 'tis to thee Our homage now we give. Alma Mater, 'tis for thee Our love forever lives. —Gladys Foust, ’21. iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii =i i iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiniii

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Atlantic Christian College Brief months ago the Senior Class of Atlantic Christian College dreamed of producing a Pine Knot that would surpass its predecessors. The book in your hand is the realization of this vision. It is the result of skill, training, grit and energy freely given by the class for the accom- plishment of its ideal. Yet the labor would have been unavailing without the loyal sup- port of all fellow-students, the alumni of the College and its friends in Wilson and elsewhere. Some process like this, it seems, must occur in the development of the College itself as well as in this Pine Knot. A dream, the common property of all friends of the College, personnel, and support, can use material things in building up Atlantic Christian College to a position of service to which maybe few of us now dare to aspire. When the State Accrediting Committee visited the College in March, and sent back the mes- sage (the first the College ever had of such moment), “Graduates in twenty-three rated A,” some might have considered the task done, and dreaming useless. But that is far from the case, for now, perhaps more than at any time in the history of the College, must we stop to look ahead and again consider what kind of College we want. Dream-stuff—in Eastern Carolina, at Wilson, a college for men and women, built to care for five hundred, with every needed aid to their proper training and development. That plan would embrace dormitories, administration building, library, gymnasium, heating plant, in- firmary, athletic field—everything that a good college has and should have. Endowment—not enough to make the college over-rich and independent of its constituency, but enough to protect it when the lean years come, as it must function then as always. Faculty and staff of the same high standard we’ve maintained—larger, of course, and broader in training and experience as time goes on. (All this work to be done on a location large enough to permit architectural unity of design and a landscape that will dignify the whole.) Such a plan may seem to be too ambitious. That is not the case if the College is to live, and if it is our desire to educate our own boys and girls. Realization—this depends on wisdom of the leadership of the Board of Trustees and adminis- trative officers of the College, and united support both in the way of students and money. It seems now as if this were a distant goal. Three years ago it seemed much farther away than now. The accomplishment of the present is proof conclusive of the power of united support both in men and money. We have an immediate goal for the next year in the way of students—an enrollment of 150 in the College classes. That will stand as a challenging point to our loyalty, as we move on toward the more distant goal. It will be the glory of our lives when we can look at this dream realized—our joy to make in the walls of this larger A. C. C. a lasting investment. What prompted the Class of ’23 to make this book? The desire to serve their Alma Mater and her cause. There must be in this larger matter of college building the same desire to serve. There must be the spirit of Him who said, “Whosoever would be great among you shall be- come your servant.” Shall we not, students and faculty alike, consecrate ourselves to high service in that spirit? H. S. HILLEY. 'Illllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll!llll!lllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll -=€ 2 4 5= lllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllilllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll