Cedarville University - Miracle / Cedrus Yearbook (Cedarville, OH)

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President, Earle Collins Vice-President, ELOISE Davis Secretarii and Treasurer, Marjorie McClellan RETROSPECT 1923 Seated around the blazing campfire on the old Indian Mound, at- tending the last feed that we would have as students of Cedarville College, we traced our college life from the fall of ’19 when we were supreme in our little world as Freshmen; on as we gained a wider knowledge of earthly affairs as Sophomores; broadening out and de- veloping into full-fledged men and women, as Juniors; and lastly our Senior year, when a deeper sense of responsibility gripped us. As we sat gazing into the glowing embers our fancies seemed to cluster about the friendships formed and the good fellowship we enjoyed, rather than upon the honors we received. A class spirit, loyal and affection- ate, takes the place of the old factional feeling. In the silence a glowing log rolls off the fire, casting a shower of golden embers in a glowing haze over the group. A wreath of smoke slowly rises in a never-ceasing promenade upward. Suddenly the smoke blurs and a succession of faces appear, then incidents follow quickly, one upon the other, before our reminiscing visions until the entire days of our college lives are unfolded. We were forty-nine strong when we entered college; forty-nine wrapped in the expectation of their futures, which were to be so closely linked with the future of a greater Cedarville College. A billow of smoke suddenly unfolds itself before our vision. 21

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We see that first class election, our first realization that we were students in Cedarville College, taking the first step in what was to be the foundation of a career. Within a few days our fiery blood de- manded action, and the girls’ watermelon feed was transformed into a free-for-all, Freshies vs. Uppers. Again we were brought together by watermelon feeds, corn roasts and truck rides. We often afforded the Sophomore class some belated hours, especially when we broke into Shaw's kitchen and stole the eats the night of their mock wedding. Well do we remember the first re- ception that we attended at Dr. McChesney’s, which heralded our en- trance into the butter-fly class. Spring brought with it many picnics, hikes and breakfasts. Cedar Day completed the year’s festivities. The logs smoulder and die; we put on another and in a moment the flames are gaily crackling. Our visions continue. We are now Sopho- mores. The R. P. Church reception was held as usual on the First Fri- day night and this time we shone in a more dignified manner. This year, too, was chucked full of thrilling events. The big annual spread at Shaw’s terminated in a ham and egg feed this year rather than a chicken feed as last year. Our athletes began to make their prominent appearances and several of our number took leading parts in, “What Happened to Jones.” Again we renew the fire. The vision is a startling one; we find ourselves mature. We are Juniors. We elected Earle Collins, Pres- ident; Marjorie McClellan, Secretary. As Juniors we have our duties before us; some busy in athletics, or dramatics, and still others with the Rangers’ club. The Junior class play, “Stop Thief,” was a raving suc- cess. And to cap the climax of all social activities, the Junior-Senior banquet which we engineered, was held at the Bancroft Hotel, Spring- field. We guided the Class of ’22 safely through their commencement activities. The fire still burns and burns; the glow brings us to the realization that we are now Seniors, still busy fitting and preparing for our “com- mencement which only spells” the beginning for us. In a few weeks we separate, each member will go his own way, mingle with the busy world and do his part completing the history of a great nation. May the ideals learned at Cedarville College help to mold our futures into bright and happy ones. 26 F. S. M. W.