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

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E P E L WEI S S ceding one. It was now our turn to help initiate the new girls into the experiences of sea life, and of course this year was most enjoyable to us, for we felt that we were getting revenge for what we had suffered the year before. Nothing of great importance happened, however, until a few of our number left The Knowledge Seeker for Pleasure's Quest, attending for several days the exercises given by the Junior ('lass of Davidson College. On their return wonderful tales of adventure were told. The remainder of the year proved uneventful until the ship dropped anchor at a port called “Commencement. A very enjoyable summer was spent in this town, and all too soon the news was spread abroad that 'The Knowledge Seeker was about to set sail. Once again we were almost overwhelmed by the wave of homesickness, but our courage was renewed by the report that our voyage was halfway over. In the distance we could see the flying pennants of the Senior ('lass waving over their ship, which was nearing the goal. A wireless was sent to them by the pilot of The Knowledge Seeker inviting them to stop with us at the next port to see Henrietta Crossman in “The Tongues of Men. A prompt reply was received, and a very pleasant evening was spent at the port “Theater.” It was quite necessary after this dissipation for every one to seek “Study most earnestly, for exams must be passed if the voyage were to he continued. However, the monotony was soon broken by visits to us of both the Davidson and Carolina Glee Clubs. Several parties for our own amusement were given on board the ship, but hard work was the pre- dominant feature for the remainder of the time. At length the boat in front of us was seen to have reached its destination, and our vessel, with flying colors, was borne rapidly onward over a calm sea. We had at last reached the much-longed-for port, “Seniorland, and here we obtained the caps and gowns which every one wears upon reaching this port. The rough places in the sea were by no means all crossed, but we had become so used to them that we could pass them with ease. The end and aim of our ambitions was in sight, and ere long the goal will have been reached. It was not long until every one of us had become accustomed to her place of honor and dignity, and a greater feeling of responsibility was realized than ever before. And now as the vessel is nearing its destination, joy and sorrow intermingle, for with the fulfilment of hope comes also the sadness of approaching farewells. So time brings the storm-tossed ship over the sea of learning to the harbor “Safety amid many good wishes and congratulations. M. S. H., Historian.

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E P E L WE I $ S Cl )t opage of Clje j notoletjge Iferefcer (HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF 1915) HE tidal wave of September, 1911, swept out on the Sea of Learn- ing a class of girls, with tear-dimmed eyes, who were finally beginning to realize that they had left their homes to be launched in the midst of the sea for four long years. o After the first few stormy weeks of classification and home- sickness were over, the barge of girls sailed on a smooth sea until the whirlpools of mid-term exams were reached. The struggle was a hard one, but our boat was steered by the hands of our capable president to the safe, smooth-sailing waters of the second semester. Then in the distance a little dark spot appeared, proving to be an island, which was as welcome to us as an oasis to a desert traveler. This was the first stop our boat. The Knowledge Seeker, had made, and the name of the port was “Annual Reception.'1 The night spent there was very pleasant, and, by the assistance of Dan Cupid, lasting acquaintances were formed. The following morning, with backward glances we set sail and continued our way. While drifting peacefully along, we were overtaken by a steamer, and recognized among the passengers on board our old friend, St. Valentine. At our invitation, he transferred his passage to our boat and attended the party which we gave that night to our sister class, the Juniors. We enjoyed his visit extremely, but he was obliged to return to his ship at midnight, very much to the sorrow of all concerned. Our ship was carried by favorable winds very swiftly over the peaceful sea, but soon a dark cloud appeared and a fearful storm raged for several days. This was the critical week of final exams, and some of our weaker classmates fell overboard and were lost in spite of all our efforts to save them. Time passed, and soon we were no longer Freshmen, but had sailed out into the deep sea of the Sophomore year. The places of those who had been lost in the waves were filled by quite a number of new girls, who joined us at several of the ports along the way. By this time we had become accustomed to the trials and tribulations which must he endured by those who board The Knowledge Seeker, and the year went by a little more rapidly than the pre- 28

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E P E L WE I S S Class ;Prop1)tcp June 7, 1920. Dear Sue: Once more the Class of '15 gathered around the table in the dining-room of our old Alma Mater, and it hardly seemed the same place, for instead of the rolls and syrup that we used to have, a very elaborate luncheon was served, and we were the guests of honor. You can never imagine what a great pleasure it was to see those dear old girls again after five years of separation, and the only thing that marred our happiness was that you, our beloved president, could not be there and preside over us as usual. However, we talked of your work in far-away China, thinking how truly fortunate were those little Chinese. Although five years seem short, yet you must hear of the many changes which have taken place. “Miss Newton, as we will always call her, although of course you know she’s “Miss Newton no longer, was seated at the head of the table as master of ceremonies. In her sweet way she welcomed us and suggested that each tell what these years had brought forth. First, Mary Carson, blushing as she used to do, told of her romantic marriage to a prominent New York banker, and how extremely happy she was. Then Ashbv, her face showing signs of study, spoke very interestingly of her surgical work at Johns Hopkins. For two years Mary Yorke had been star in popular plays, but had found more happiness in making the hard life of a country doctor easier. You, like all the rest, would scarcely have known the next: Gowned in a most stylish and handsome attire was Kate, now a designer of fashions for Vogue. Katherine, so used to standing when speaking—now a lecturer for the cause of Woman Suffrage—was very anxious to make us a “stump speech. However, Evelyn, being a more persistent talker, insisted on telling us that she was teaching Economics— would you believe it?—in Agnes Scott College. Martha, all rosy and fat, came rushing in at this time and insisted on apologizing for her tardiness caused by a breakdown of her brand-new Ford. She lives about three miles from the city and seems utterly absorbed in her farmer, chickens, and Ford. Mary Sanders has become quite famous as a writer of scenarios. I also