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

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£ P £ LW £ 1 S S Senior Class poem O Alma Mater, fair to see, A fond farewell we sing to thee! We sadly leave old friends grown dear. And those we've known for many a year. From Queens and friends we now must part We say farewell with aching heart. The ties of years to-day we break, Yet know whatever path we take. Still through the distance we shall feel Thy tender memories o’er us steal: Thy hand shall guide though miles may part; Thy memory live in each true heart. So now we pledge our all to thee— Our work, our life, whate’er it he. M. B. 32

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E P E L WE I S S hear she has made quite a success financially. Turning in that quick way so characteristic of her, she seized Ella by the hand and introduced her as heroine of her stories. Of course we all recognized Ella as the “Venus of the Movies.” In a very Frenchy gown, Vashti laughingly told how, while studying French in Paris, her heart had been won by a marquis. Flora as yet has not been persuaded to give up the gaiety of social life, but is still in the whirl and looks as young as ever. Maggie Yorke told of her study of music and of her experiences in concert tours. I suppose you’ve heard of her wonderful success. As for Anne, she was the greatest surprise of all. Dressed in “widow's weeds,” but with a countenance not corresponding with the same, she said, in that funny way, that her good looks had got her one husband, and that she firmly believed that they could get her another. Jane frowned very disapprovingly at Anne and told in a serious and earnest way of her great work in social service in Chicago. Louise, whom we all expected to have such a splendid career, two years ago gave up all thoughts of that and is now the busy wife of a Presbyterian minister. Most interestingly, Margaret gave some points on the Y. W. C. A. work to which she devotes her entire time. Hester, much to our surprise, married the year after leaving school, and has been leading a most strenuous life since. We could guess, when our eyes turned to Ethel, what she had been doing these five years. In a white dress and cap, she rose and said that she was now very busy as head nurse of the Charlotte Sanatorium. And will you be surprised when 1 tell you that I am exactly what I told you I was going to he five years ago—an old-maid school-teacher ? We had a wonderful time reminiscing, and wandered over the buildings, seeking familiar haunts. Every spot brought up old memories, and all too soon the time came to say good-bye. However, we resolved to have a reunion again next year, and we sincerely hope you’ll be with us then. The girls join me in love. With best wishes for success in your work From your old classmate, Julia Harris. 31

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E P E L WE I S S Cf)t Bap Wit jftrst TOore Cur Caps anti Cotons E shall never forget that clay in the autumn when we first wore our caps and gowns. It was on a Sunday morning, and even now we remember those strange feelings that stirred us. We walked down the aisle, our Oxford robes floating behind us, our hands lost in the folds of the sleeves, and turning neither to the right nor the left for fear our caps might get the “stylish tilt” rather than that prim, prissy angle of the truly academic. We felt that we were the cynosure of all eyes, and dignity sat heavily upon us. Did the wind whistle cold up the flowing sleeves? By no means, for pride knows neither heat nor cold. Oh ! the voluminous dignity of that robe. Yet we felt that we had earned this distinguished garb— per aspera ad astra. Sometimes we thought one English test almost merited a cap, though the marks on the same might indicate that a fool's cap should be our portion! However, time has passed since that Sunday and we have become accustomed to wearing this robe of dignity. The feeling of awkwardness has passed away, but the feel- ing of distinction steadily increases as we realize that we are at last worthy to be called Seniors. And now it is only a short time till that glad clay in June when, for the last time, we shall don the robes which we have learned to wear with so much ease, and shall receive the reward for our labor and toil. Then, with a feeling of sadness, we shall lay aside forever the insignia of our honor, but never shall we forget the happy though somewhat uncomfortable day when we first wore our caps and gowns. E. T. “I, Senior” |I seen you] 33