Central Wesleyan College - Centralian Yearbook (Central, SC)

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WE-ME-CO Junior College Graduates CLASS OFFICERS: ROBERTA HAMMOND ................................. President FRANCENE CUDE .................................Vice President LUCIA DILLARD ..................................... Secretary VIRGIL MITCHELL.................................... Treasurer Class Colors: Rose and White Class Motto: “There Is No Excellence Without Great Labor” . 13 .

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WE-ME-CO ♦ VALEDICTORY “How transient every earthly bliss, how slender all the fondest ties.” Time bears us swiftly to the end of life’s joys and its sorrows. It is with a feeling of joy mingled with sadness that we have come to the end of our Junior College days. As we approach this—the goal—toward which, for two years we have been striving, the memory of hardships and defeat fade into insignificance. Our hearts are filled with gratitude to our Heavenly Father, for we have been conscious of His presence, blessing and guidance. He has been our refuge and strength. And though, tonight, earthly ties and associations are severed, may we throughout life’s journey, walk more closely with our God. We have known that this hour would come—but we always put it off —next year, next month, next week—always on the morrow, but now the time of parting has arrived We must say that “little w'ord that breaks the chain of years,” farewell. First to our Alma Mater, this institution which we have learned to love, we would express our appreciation, ere we leave her classrooms and her halls. As a “fond mother” indeed she has proved a protection against storms of threatening influences. We hope and predict for our school, suc- cess in a larger measure as she continues to direct youth in paths of knowl- ege and Christian living. To our beloved president, we are grateful for his patient, unselfish, faithfulness to duty—his words of wisdom and advice. To him in parting we pledge our loyalty, and keenly sensing our loss we bid him—farewell. Members of the faculty, you have guided us through a labyrinth of perplexing problems. We shall always remember your diligence, kindness, and love. Even tonight, many of the answers to the questions of the gruel- ling examinations have passed from our minds; but a vision of life with its true values of character, and its challenge to youth is indelibly stamped upon our very hearts. You have told us t:: build for character and you have exemplified your teaching. We are appreciative of your every effort in our behalf—b-ut -again we must say “the saddest word fond lips have ever spoken”—so members of the faculty, farewell. Undergraduates, cur association with you has been pleasant. We shall ever cherish the memory of happy times in the dormitory, in the dining room, in the chapel, and on the campus. We leave this school in your keeping. May you fill the places we are leaving vacant more efficiently than we filled them, and may your memory cf us be pleasant, as our’s shall always be of you. Undergraduates, “there is a word bejewreled with bright teas”—’tis called—farewell. Fellow classmates, tonight, our fellowship is broken, class ties are riven, and we must part. ([‘It may be for years, it may be forever.” We are assembled for our last class exercise; our farewells must be spoken. Happy has been our association—fondly we say goodbye. Tis well that the future is unknown. Mingled with feelings for the past, come anticipa- tions for the future which allure us on. Time speeds on with flying feet and all alike must follow. So with a last lingering look at the setting sun of our Junior College days, shining with a tender radiance clothing all the scene with beauty, we turn and face the day just dawning. “Sunset and evening star, Twilight and evening hell And one clear call for me! And after that the dark: And may there be no moaning of the bar And may there be no sadness of farewell When I put out to sea. When I embark.'’ —Rosalie Francene Cude. . 15 .