Chicora College for Women - Nods and Becks Yearbook (Columbia, SC)

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Mary Julia Reid Enoree, S. C. “Ask why God made the gem so small, And why so large the granite! Because God meant mankind should set The higher value on it.” Pierian Literary Society. Mary Julia joined us in the beginning of our Senior year, and we soon found that a musician had come among us. Though this little lady is the smallest member of our class, she is far from the smallest in the estimation of her classmates. She has proved such an addition to our number that we can only wish she had been with us all through our course. May she be a great musician and bring honor on herself, P. C., and the Class of TO. Gastonia, N. C. “A merrier one, Within the bounds of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour’s talk withal.” President of Gamma Sigma, GO, last term; Chief Marshal, GO; Marshal, ’09; Second Vice-President Class, ’OS. Three years ago, Marie entered Presby- terian as a Freshman, who, together with all other insignificant Fresh, the conceited Sophomores treated with disdain. It was soon discovered that generalization was unjust, for Marie was certainly an exceptional Fresh. G1 presented too narrow a scope for her brilliancy, so in the fall of J08, she entered with GO into the mysteries of the Junior class. She immediately won the hearts of all, and has held them fast ever since. She is our songster, and the pleasure which her voice has given to all will be long remembered after she has left the walls of P. C., and has gone out into the world. We are confident that her career has not yet begun, but that her fame will be widespread, surpassing that of Shu- mann-Heinck and Melba. Marie Torrence, S 1 20

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Senior Class IHistor? It was a bright fall day of 1900 that the members of our class first entered these P. C. walls. AVe were quite a goodly number then; but as time lias gone on, many have dropped out of their own accord, while others have been forced to give up the journey, even when the end was in view. We came in the full dignity of our various high school graduations, feeling our importance no little, and thinking that we should soon be sighing for more worlds to conquer. AYe go away with full realization that there are worlds, many numbered, and that our mightiest efforts have conquered only a few of them. In many ways we have been a class quite out of the ordinary. AYe have already gone into history as the class that, thinking to preserve P. C. forestry, planted a tree, and thereby caused a battle that P. C. will not soon forget. The cause of this battle was the general dissenting spirit between us Sophomores and our sister Juniors; the occasion was that the Juniors uprooted our innocent little tree; the result was that we got our rights, but not our tree, for, though the Juniors planted it again for us, it did not thrive in this climate and some kind hand gently removed it from P. 0. But, nevertheless, we have a tree, for in May of our Junior year we had a May Day celebration and our queen of the May presented us with a tree which we adopted and which we leave behind as our living witness. In our Junior year we presented the college with a song. AYlien P. C. comes home victorious from basket ball singing “Alma Mater, dear P. C.,” it is good to think that this song was written by a member of the Class of 1910. As well as originating for ourselves, we know a good thing when we see it, and such did we see in the Senior class pin of 1909. AAre therefore made this pin ours and that of succeeding P. C. seniors. The thing of which we are most proud and which we feel is of most benefit to ourselves and others is our instituting, to a certain extent, self-government. AYe have had delightful social times. In our Sophomore year we entertained the Seniors at a banquet. In our Junior year, we as Mr. Taft and his Cabinet, entertained our wives, the Seniors. This year we were guests at a banquet given by the Juniors. Concerning our intellectual attainments, it were best that you ask our teachers. In Church History we have worked hard and have looked up enough men for a small army. In Ethics, though we know that “Doc’r” Dabney must think clearly, for we have been repeatedly told so, we find it very hard to get the point. If you would but listen, we could entertain you with Latin odes, history themes and original sonatas. But with all this we can but come before the vast hill of knowledge with veiled faces and in awed humility, repeat the lesson we learned in English, “AYe know nothing.” 22 F. J.—’10.