Bethany College - Bethanian Yearbook (Bethany, WV)

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Next day the sun rose bright and clear. When the mists had rolled away, behold; old rose and white proudly waved from the topmost pinacle of the old college tower. To those who so daringly placed them there, and faithfully guarded ihem let us give a hearty cheer. ' ith the opening of the next college year, this plucky class enrolled as Sophomores and lived the unevent- ful life of all such classes. Two vears of colle.ge life have worn off many rougli edges and the l- ' reshies of ' 03 now pose as polished Juniors. On the anniversary of their organization, the iirst Junior orations were given. These maiden efforts sounded very scholarly and seemed to appeal to the audience very forcibly, especially to a few who even took notes. But the keen eyes of the speakers knew full well the meaning of those busy Profs. and the whole school reaped ifor about a month) the benefit of their valuable criticisms. The Junior Class leaves this list of rules, as a bequest to her Sophomore brethren, which, if heeded, will save them much troul.ile and the faculty the emljarrassment of repeating them : - . Don ' t choose an abstract subject. Do not disturb Washington, Columbus, and other famous men. Avoid the preacher ' s tone. 4. Be interested in 3 ' our subject, Ije anxious to give an oration ( ?). 5. Be not over-composed, neither gesticulate like one throwing dustpans out of the dormitory windows. And now beloved Seniors, let us smoke the peace-pipe and may all bitter contentions vanish with its smoke, is the desire of the Junior Class of ' 05. Anna Kemp. s 27.

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JUNIOR HISTORY. Be still sad Soph, ami cease youv fr oat ' uig. From the clock tower, old rose and vhite is floating. Into your life some foe must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary. YES, and the davs were dark and dreary, for a mightier hand of verdant youths never came to Bethany. When the colors were worn early in February. KJ03, little stir was made. As Freshmen they lived on in silence until one line May day. A storm was brewing. Early in the morning distant rumblings were heard and continued louder and louder all dav. The hush of the chapel was disturbed by the sudden circling of a dove over the heads of the astonished worshipers. And what was the portent of this omen? l rom the pinions of this bird of peace wa ed tlie ribbons which struck terror to the hearts of the Sophomores and Juniors, and which brought an appro ing smile to the faces of their allies, crowned with th.e Senior lids. Any Freshman cotdd interpret this omen. It was Freshman class day and war, cruel war, was abroad in the land. One could almost smell the fumes of the smoke, — pepper smoke. Suspicion lurked on the countenance of each under classman. By evening the excitement was intense. Just at dusk dim forms could be seen hurrying to chapel, read) ' for the first call to arms. Bv half past seven chapel hall was well filled, a few of those on the program were waiting but where was their worthv President? Just at the last minute he rushed upon the chapel steps and breathlessly told of his thrilling escape from the room of a down-town Junior. In the midst of this tale, a bunch of Juniors and Sopho- mores, wild-eyed and savage, appeared on the landing. A struggle ensued. Every Freshman fought bravely and the fight proved to be a Waterloo for the enemy. After the smoke of the battle had cleared away, those on the jirogram, led by the President, marched tri- umphantly to the platform. The evening ' s entertainment began. Two vacant chairs were conspicuous. How- ever, presently the door opened and in rushed the missing brothers. Yith dress-suits disarranged, disheveled, brows beaded with perspiration, thev dropped into their seats amid the wild cheers of the crowd. With these two the program was completed and the Freshman Cl?ss had earned her ]ilace in the annals of Pietliany class history. 26

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JUNIOR POEM. Oh Junior Class! Oil Junior Class! Who can full praise thee for the past, For battles fought and victories won. For beauteous maid and noble son, And classic excellence. I look away through coming years. Whose prospects brings no weaklings fears : But eagerness to join with fate And win the battles that await Our destined powers. No wonder soph ' morcs hide their face And freshmen humbly beg for grace And seniors look with wondering awe And tell what they each heard or saw, When we come on the field. I think of times that are to come, ' Iien, no more victories to be won, Ve shall sit dov. ' U with him of old, And weep that wc have been so boh And conquered all the world. Let deeds, not words, thv motto be. Let nought o ' ercome or conquer thee, And let our colors wave on high. Old Rose and White all gloriously. While time shall last. — O. J. Stewart. •28