Clemson University - Taps Yearbook (Clemson, SC)

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►entor Class J. L. Carson J. W. Erwin E. H. Pressly.... J. N. McBride H. L. Parker... B. M. James President Vice-President Secretary) and Treasurer Poet Historian Chaplain G. M. Armstrong C. W. Baker D. K. Banks J. C. Barksdale B. P. Barron J. A. Berley H. S. Boozer A. R. Boyd W. F. Brawley G. H. Browne V. F. Bryant E. M. Byrd H. E. Chambliss R. E. Cox F. C. Dantzler M. A. Dantzler C. E. DesChamps J. B. Douthit J. E. Dunlap A. L. Edwins C. R. Emerson R. B. Ezell J. E. Fletcher A. P. Gandy E. R. Gilmore T. C. Haddon E. Hanvey T. G. Harris J. F. Harrison R. S. Hood M. W. Hunter B. M. Jackson R. Jackson F. J. Jervey F. S. Johnston W. F. Lachicotte B. R. Lexer A. P. Lewis F. H. McDonald J. W. McDonald J. M. McIntosh J. W. McLure J. R. Morgan J. G. Oetzel L. C. Pearlstine W. L. Perry W. A. Reaves W. H. Rice R. H. RlDGILL F. H. ROBERSTON T. B. Rogers F. P. Salter A. E. Schilletter W. A. Schilletter H. L. Smith W. T. P. Sprott A. G. Stanford H. R. Stender C. C. Thornton T. W. Thornhill D. D. Tinsley J. R. Todd A. B. Usher A. H. Ward J. H. S. Wells W. B. Wilkerson J. W. Willis J. T. WlTHERSPOON J. T. Woodward W. D. Wood

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Miss Hi SPONSOR SENIOR CLASS

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flngtorp of t )t Class of 1914 % k IGHT has settled on the Great American Desert. Facing each other 5 W opposite a small fire of sedgebrush, built in a cimaron, are stretched two E .y, figures wrapped in blankets. One is medium old. The hair on his head is gray; his face shows fine lines, a square jaw, and kind blue eyes; but the sunken chest and the hollow cough sounding therefrom at intervals told a tale that we need not here relate. The other is medium young. He is veritably a chip off the old block, except that his chest and shoulders have an athletic build. The younger man speaks as if in answer to a question— Mine, you say, father? A dreamy look of pleasant recollection flows across his face. Ah, they were my comrades, father. Year, did you ask? Why ' 14 ' to be sure. I thought that was carved indelibly on the foundations of your memory. es, ours was the Class of ' 14. There has been none like it either before or since, and when there is I will take my knapsack and wend my way thither — and he jerked his thumb westward — to the land of the vanishing sun, leaving this land to that perfect generation. Yes, I admit, there was a little prepishness among us, a little bit of snobbish- ness, some narrowness, due to our inexperience, and quite a deal of ignorance ; but when it came to the real thing — the acid test — those men of the Class of ' 14 would reach out their hands to one another across the petty little chasms of everyday life, and grasping those of their brothers they would pull together with a steadfast cling that did more for them as men than anything else in all the world has done or ever can do. When it came to the sacrifice of the individual for the good of that bunch, I tell you, father, there was not one that would not do it. They were the kind that knew and appreciated a man for what he was worth; and only men of that kind now wear this — and he held up a hand on which was a ' 14. Right well do I remember when we first came together. It was in the Fall of 1910. Three hundred and some strong we were ; but time, providence, and certain men