Bethany College - Bethanian Yearbook (Bethany, WV)

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Senior Poem I. Our liappv college days will soon be o ' er Our work together here be done; We ' ll gather in these ancient halls no more, For purpose grave, or bent on fun. Four years have swiftly passed since first we met In joy on this old college hill. Four crowded, happy years — can we forget What they have brought of good and ill ? We came from north and south, from east and west, This Class of Nineteen Ten, to fight For learning ' s precious prize — to do our best For home ' s dear sake and our delight. II. Strangers at first, soon many friends were found In our own ranks, and those beyond. Somehow, ' tis so that on this sacred ground Friendship e ' er wields her strongest bond. Yes, in the depths ot the ample treasure-box (We feel, and gladly testify). Which only Alma Mater ' s child unlocks, Among the shining gems that lie Therein, far from the least, the living pearl Of Friendship richly glows and gleams; Within this casket fair our fancies furl Their wings, and rest in pleasant dreams. m. What of Ambition ' s call, which once we heard In clarion tones, and followed here ? To that are other calls e ' en yet preferred. Are old-time alms yet held most dear? Each one must answer this to his own heart, Yet all can say with words sincere. That of old, selfish aims, the better part Alone remained, after one year Ot life in Bethany. And now there sounds A higher, clearer call to serve; We see a vision of the bleeding wounds Of the sad old world, and we ' ll not swerve From purpose deep and firm, to soothe and heal. This only can we speak, but more we feel. IV. To thee, dear Alma Mater, we would sing With grateful hearts. To thee we ' ll strive to bring The tribute of our lives well spent. On thee with love our eyes are bent In sad farewell. Yea, fare thee w ell. Our Bethany, dear Bethany; farewell. Our comrades true, of Nineteen Ten, The royal, loyal Class of Nineteen Ten, To one and all, a last, a long farewell. M. G. C. 26

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Senior Class History On a rainy day in September, in the year 1906, from verdant hill a[id plain we came, hearing with us all the promise and hope ot a rising generation. Though there were those who would have had it otherwise, we or ranized ourselves into the largest Freshman Class that Bethany ever knew, and thus began the four ears of our col- lege life, during which we reigned with power as absolute as that held hv the Thirty Tyrants of Greece. Need I more than recall to your memory how, in the early spring ot ' 07, we placed the old Gold and Blue on the topmost pinnacle of the College, and kept it there till the Powers That Be, fearing for the life and limb of those struesling beneath us, bade them desist and left our colors to float free on the shifting air; how, one year later, we sallied forth and carried bodily awa ' those who thought to defy us with their silken rag; how, when, as juniors, we would have retired from the field ot Mars, our Sophomore Brothers called to us in their sore distress, and we came torth to prove that we could still defend our name and tame from the insults ot a howling mob. And now, in our Senior Year, we have once more asserted ourselves and, in departing trom Bethany tor the last time, we leave with you a Freshman Class that gives tair promise ot great things yet to be. Proud as we are in our might, it is as naught when compared with the pride we take in our intellectual advancement. Our record begins rather than ends with class scraps and athletic victories. As we look back over our tour years ' existence as a class, and compare our minds then and now, and behold the wonderful advance- ment made, is it strange that we should ask — Where are our superiors r Curious as it may seem, we find our greatest glor - not in class development, nor in class victories, but rather in the individual achievements of each and every one who has risen in our ranks. First ot all, we point to our girls. There is Miss Madden, who has gone the even tenor of her ways; and Miss Mercer, who started to take the ministerial course because she tound much culture in the Bible that she could not find in Higher Mathematics. We must not torget Miss Johnston, who ahva)s speaks tor herselt, hut is seldom heard. Every class that graduates from Bethany contains some who would be fishers of men and rejoices that it is so. Therefore, it is with pleasure that we mention some ot our well-known and able ministers: pointing to Johnson, the man of many words; Hanna, trom Shelb -, Ohio; and Hood, who is so logical as to have won a place on the debating team ot our College. But I must hasten, pausing onl ' to mention Smiley, Rowd ' and Diz, who have all followed the motto given them in their Freshman Year and acted w ' lthout speak- ing. Why need they speak.? The whole College is ringing with their deeds, and is not this eulogy enough for any man ? And there are many more, known and dear to us all, but the end draws near, and we must say farewell, with one last word to each and all who et ma ' come to Bethany ' s sacred halls, Cherish Alma Mater. She is dearer to thee than all save home and mother. And when the time shall come, as come it must, when ou shall stand in the world of action, may ou feel ready and fit to go forth to do and die tor the Eternal Right. W. H. Cram B LET. 25

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