Clemson University - Taps Yearbook (Clemson, SC)

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•enior ci ass roem A.R after year we ' ve worked together From early morn ' till late at night. Through all sorts of foul and sunny weather. E ' en though ' twas hard, we find delighl In calling back those days of old When we were guileless Freshmen still; How we pined to live it through, and stroll Into the place that Sophomores fill. And so it was that Sophomore found us With work to do, but time for play. We labored on with Freshmen round us, Who kindly helped us on our way. But in Junior we sobered down And found our work, our time and place. And now in Senior we havi found A vastly different course to face. So out into the world we go, With all its struggle, toil, and pain; Far from the friends and scenes we know. Far out into life ' s teeming main. Where we must new conditions meet, And learn to solve the problems of the day; Catch from the shortlived hours so fleel The good things we would have with us stay. But still endearing memory calls And bids us linger yet a while: Look o ' er these scenes again, where falls An unwonted sweetness, and smile. Here many a pleasant hour we ' ve passed, And learned many a lesson well ; Formed many a friendship that will last — How dear those days, let memory tell ' ' Tis the old familiar scene Made sweeter at the parting hour. But in memory ' twill e ' er be green Xor ever lose o ' er us its power. Come, classmates, gather ' round and sing A song before we bid adieu. To Clemson we our offerings bring, And pledge ourselves to e ' er be true. — W. .!. llr MICK Thirteen

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W. D. ARTHUR W. IT. ARTHUR H. 1). BARKER F. S. RARXES D. E. BARXETT M. S. BARNETT R. X. BENJAMIN C. G. BENNETT C. E. BERLEY O. H. BEYMER W. A. BIGBY W. E. BLAKE B. BOSTICK G. R. BRIGGS II. W. BRISTOL F. L. BUNKER G. . BURNETTE D. D. BUYCK J. L. BYERS J. C. CAXXOX T. M. CATHCART, JR. V. W. CAUGHMAN R. G. CAUSEY J. R. CLARK F. M. COXXOR V. P. CORBETT P. C. CRAYTt i N P. J. CREECY R. B. CURETOX J. T. DARBY W. O. DAVIS H. H. DUKES E. P. DuYERXETT M. EDMOXDS D. W. EVANS C. E. FOLK Senior Class Roll J. C. FOSTER E. W. GARRIS C. F. GEE J. E. GLOVER B. L. HAMILTON G. L. HARRIS G. P. HOFFMAXX D. R. HOPKIXS T. C. HOUGH W. J. HUNTER C. B. ILER T. E. JEFFORDS R. F. JENKINS T. A. JENNINGS R. H. JOHNSON J. D. JOXES R. G. KF.XXEDY E. G. KITTLES E. S. I.ACIHCOTTE G. J. LAWHON C. S. LAWSON F. C. LeGETTE L. LeGRAXI) G. W. LUNNEY E. O. McMAlM i W. K. MAGILL J. L. MARCHAXT G. D. MARTI X J. MILEY B. S. MITCHELL J. B. MOXROE G. F. MOORE J. S. MOORE H. W. MULDROW J. J. MURRAY J. E. XORRIS F. OSBORXE Twelve E. H. PATE J. A. PATTERSOX J. W. PEEPLES R. D. POORE V. G. RAGSDALE E. L. RAXDLE S. M. RICHARDS J. T. ROSA Y. A. ROWELL I. W. SAXDERS P. H. SEXX C. J. SHANNON A. L. SHEALV B. F. SIMMOXS J. A. SIMPSON J. M. SMITH M. A. SMITH M. R. SMITH A. S. SMOKF. R. B. STEWART F. D. STRIBLIXG J. D. SULLIVAX D. E. SWIXEHART L. R. TARRAXT W. A. TEAL X. G. THOMAS R. P. THORXTOX J. G. TODD J. H. TRESCOT A. M. TROTTER C. L. VAUGHAN H. L. WAX XA MAKER W. P.. WAXXAMAKER J. WARD D. J. WATSOX J. T. WOOD

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Senior Class History $£ Y 1 W£ SKI ' TKMKKR. mi i. about tliree hundred and fifty strong, we arrived T fo Jffi , the cam pus from almost everywhere. We were about as green and as sea on red you could well imagine, and the largest Class, by a good majority, that ){ has ever entered Clemson. During our freshman year, we, as all other MJfrj) Freshmen, were looked upon as a crowd of greenhorns. Some of us joined Literary Societies: one or two of our crowd made the Varsity eleven : and several of us made the Varsity nine. Indeed, we might well he called the hard-luck Class; for, just at the time of our entrance, there was practically no law against hazing, and we, of course, were the victims. When we came hack as Sophomores, expecting to get revenge on the next Class, we found that a new Commandant had taken charge of the Military Depart- ment, and that instead of finding a bunch of scared rats, we found only an aggregation of recruits, whom we had to honor, and treat as if they were real folks. When we came back a- Sophomores, we found that, for various reasons, our Class had been reduced to two hundred strong. We, as all other Sophomores, felt that we owned the College, and as all other wise fools felt that we should he given special attention in every phase of college life: indeed, the Athletic teams were beginning to take special notice of some of our men. Then came Junior. By tl i time we were beginning to see that the only way we would ever accomplish anything would he by hard work: so we ,n t busy. Men of our ranks did a majority of The Chronicle work, and were making the Literary Societies go, and indeed the men above us were beginning to take notice of the fact that we had some teal men in our Class. Now we have reached privileges of wearing a cap cord, and having Senior privileges, we have come to the decision that we are not so wise as we had imagined Seniors to be. Instead, we find that we are just getting our minds in shape to receive a real education. We are now. we are proud to say, tin- largest Class that has ever been able to reach Senior — one hundred and six strong. This is one fact of which we shall always boast, for surely this is something of which to be proud. We have a number of men of whom we have a right to he proud. A number of them have made good in athletics: and we have some of the best Editors in the history of the College. We have made great improvements in The Tiger, The Chronicle, The Agricultural Journal: and are getting out one of the best numbers of Taps that was ever dreamed of. We have the honor of having in our Class the longest and the shortest man that lias ever graduated from Clemson. We also claim that we have the best Orator that Clemson has had in a number of years. But the time is soon to come when we must part — perhaps never to see each other again. It will he a sad parting, for some of the best of friends will he separated for life. Although we do not realize it, our College days — though they have their trials and diffi- culties — are the happiest days of our lives. Let us hope that none of us will ever do anything that will not bestow honor upon our Class and upon our College. And now, as the light of the day of June the eighth fades into darkness, the Class of 11)15 goes out to meet the toils and difficulties of the world. Historian Fourteen