Clemson University - Taps Yearbook (Clemson, SC)

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THE CLEMSON COLLEGE CHRONICLE. 419 the medal offered by the South Caroli na Inter-Collegiate Oratorical Association for the best oration. This Association, representing Wofford College, Fur- man University, Erskine College, Presbyterian College of South Carolina, and Clemson College, held its first contest at Due West, on the 28th of April. The various Colleges were well represented, and after the orations were delivered there was room for considerable discus- sion as to who should receive the medals. But the judges, in what Dr. Grier called the Wilson decision, because all three of the judges were Wilsons, decided that Mr. Moise, of Clemson, should receive the first honor medal, and Mr. Watson, of Furman, should receive the second. The fact that a Clemson student has won this distinc- tion, will go far toward upsetting the idea entertained by a great many people that Clemson is merely an aggrega- tion of laboratories and shops. We take this signal vic- tory to indicate that while the literary work at Clemson is not so extensive as at literary colleges it is thorough and for practical purposes equally as good. The aver- age made by Clemson ' s representative was 93 being four points above Mr. Watson ' s who came out second. The following sketch of Mr. Moise ' s life may be of interest to readers of the CHRONICLE. He was born at Sumter, S. C, June 10, 1879. He attended the graded schools at that place until he was sixteen years old. Deciding to stop school he went to Savannah, Ga., to work. He stayed in Savannah only one year when his health failing he was compelled to stop work and return home to recuperate. In the fall of 1896 he was sent to Clemson College where he soon became an important factor in literary work. He has been honored by his literary society on several occasions and has won two

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418 THE CLEMSON COLLEGE CHRONICLE. which they started, and after traveling a few miles across the country arrive at an old church. Here they open a grave and lower the body of George Neville into its last resting place. A short prayer is said and the grave filled up. The pine sticks which had been used to carry the rude litter on which the body lay were stuck into the ground at the head and foot of the grave. George Neville ' s name was carved on one of them so as to let all know who lay under this mound of earth. F. M. G., ' 02. THE RENEWAL. Every day is a fresh beginning, Every morn we start anew, You that are weary of study and learning, Here is a beautiful hope for you, A hope for me and a hope for you. Things of the past are gone forever, As dew before the rising sun; Y esterday ' s errors let yesterday cover, Yesterday ' s races to-day cannot run, Nor to-day may we gather the prizes won. The session now past is a part of forever, Bound up in a sheaf which God holds tight, With glad days and sad days and bad days which never Shall visit us more with their bloom or their blight, Their fullness of sunshine or sorrowful night. Every year is a fresh beginning ; Listen, my soul, at the glad refrain ! And ' spite of all gone and all that ' s coming, And lectures and quizzes in regular train, Take heart with to-day and begin again. — Anon. W. Lionel Moise. The picture on the first page of this issue represents Cadet W. Lionel Moise, of Sumter, who is the winner of

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420 THE CLEMSON COLLEGE CHRONICLE. medals in public contest. He is now President of the Palmetto Literary Society and holds the position of As- sistant Literary Editor on CHRONICLE staff. We pre- dict a brilliant career in the literary world for Mr. Moise. He is a young man of recognized ability, who throws his whole being into whatever he undertakes and we ven- ture to say that wherever his lot in life is cast he will make himself felt. Q. B. N., ' oi. Class History. The class of ' 99 now stands ready to make its bow. After four years of uphill work we look back with conflicting emotions upon the tortuous path we have trod, and offer up a prayer of thankfulness that we have been brought safely thus far. As is usually the case we have had a much harder row to hoe than either the preceding classes. When we were preps we were told that we must expect hardships as all the class work was laid out with respect to the Seniors. How we envied those fellows ; with what feelings of awe we approached them. We were told that when we became Seniors we would have a soft thing of it ; nothing special to do, just to polish off the rough edges, and prepare our graduation speeches. A young lady once asked an elderly gentleman if he liked the wing of a chicken. I have never, said he, tasted the wing. When I was a child the old people ate the wings ; when I became a man the children took them. When we became Seniors, we were told that owing to the unexpectedly large attendance in the lower classes, the work would have to be laid out with respect to them. Then again vacant hours on our