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

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Oo tl)e Senior (Hass of 1910 I O, the path of knowledge is steep, steep, steep, And long, and stony, and hard; O, the Spring of Learning is deep, deep, deep, But save to the few ’tis barred. I sing to the class that has drunk so deep That though hard-pressed, would ne’er retreat, That at last has ascended the way so steep, That leads to Seniorhood. II O, the path at first seemed fair and sweet, You started without any fears, The beginning and end seemed almost to meet; But between lay many a day and week, And many a vale of tears. III O, the way grew rugged and rough to the feet, There many a trial stood With many a temptation and many an entreat To return, but you groped through the shadows deep, For beyond lay Seniorhood. IV (), other things from your minds may sweep, Your knowledge of rules and of ancient seers; But you’ve learned for the sorrows of others to weep, And the lessons of life and of love you’ll keep Through the coming years. V O, the path of knowledge is steep, steep, steep, And long, and stony and hard; O, the Spring of Learning is deep, deep, deep! But save to the few ’tis barred. Tho’ hard be the trials and sorrows you meet In the path-wav of life, may you scorn defeat, May your final victory be as sweet as your Seniorhood! B. M. 23

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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.

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Cast X ill an6 (testament of tl)e (Tlass of 1910 State of North Carolina, Mecklenburg County, City of Charlotte, Presbyterian College for Women, May 9, 1910. We, the Class of 1910, of the aforesaid State, county and college, having risen at last to the long-dreamed-of heights of Seniorhood; having dutifully memorized our way through Math and Psych; having struggled with essays great and essays small; having obediently looked after the well-being and behavior of our respective “companies;” having borne our full share of faculty clippings; having discovered at last how to extract excuses from the Dean, are as far as possible after these trials and tribulations, of sound mind. Therefore, we do make, ordain and declare this to be our last will and testament. First: Our executrix, Lily W. Long, shall hereafter forever keep fresh in the minds and hearts of all who may come after us, the full list of our virtues, with such amendments and additions as said executrix may see fit to make, for the sole pur- pose of increasing the well-deserved fame of the Class of 1910. Second: We do hereby give, bequeath and devise unto all the envious under- classmen our store of year’s clippings—Administration Committee ones a specialty! Third: We do also bequeath and devise ten electric fans for “Uncle Jimmy’s” office with a view to giving the aforesaid “Uncle Jimmy” some faint conception of the breezes that blow in winter time through the upper stories of this all too well- ventilated building. Fourth: All the cross marks on our brilliant English papers we do leave and bequeath to our fellow-sufferers, the Junior Class. Fifth: The four much-worn Harkness’s Grammars found in the jiossession of the Senior Latin Class we do give and bequeath unto Mary Johnston, to he used by the aforesaid young lady only six times per week under the surveillance of F. J. Gordon. Sixth: All our meagre supply of 90’s we do bequeath and devise unto the Freshman Class, who seem to he in dire need of such a commodity at examination time. Seventh : The hard-fought for Annual Ads we do give and bequeath unto the 1911 Staff. Eighth: All the middy blouses we have been able to collect from the Preps we do give and bequeath unto those maidens who arise at the ringing of the breakfast bell, to be used by aforesaid maidens for the purpose of saving “breakfast dimes.” Ninth: The rubber heels adorning M. McKinnon’s shoes we do bequeath and devise unto ATiss Dargan, with a view to aiding the aforesaid lady in her desire to become like “Lady Jane.” Tenth : The haughty air of M. Query we do leave and bequeath unto P. Smith, to aid in establishing her reputation as “The Conceited One.” Eleventh: We do give, bequeath and devise ten yards of new ribbon (not black) to C. Easley, to aid in the total concealment of the aforesaid maiden’s left h 24