Columbia College - Columbian Yearbook (Columbia, SC)

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THE CHAPEL IN THE MOUNTAINS HE bright sun of a beautiful Easter morning fell upon the little chapel among the tree-covered crags of the majestic mountains. The rays, re- iiected from a splendid, many-hued memorial window, shot itorth glit- tering, piercing lights. It was early, but the silver bells were chiming the hour of the service of the Resurrection. The ringing, full of the spirit ot devotion, deepened my peace and il felt drawn to enter with the little crowd of shepherds and send up my gratitude tor a risen Lord. The inside of the chapel was rich with a charming simplicity. Its only ornaments, besides its beauty of architecture, were a great cross of glistening marble and the lovely memorial window, on which li read the simple inscription: Luo Maxx, lircerzrvrzo or Gon. The service was sirrrple and impressive. The anthems rang out clear and sweet from the organ lo'l't, the devotions were earnest and heartl'elt: the priest talked quietly and reverently of the ltesurrectiong the song ol' the choir boys died away as though in the distance, and the people, hushed and l'ull ol' peace. moved out into the clear beauty ol' the rrrorning. In that atmosphere ot holy, tender love could be ifelt the presence' out God himsel'l', and l lingered, loatlr to go. .Ks l sat in my Obscure corner, the holy, myster'ious appearance ol' the priest held rrry gaze. llis face was gentle, humble and noble, his voice was deeply musical and sad: his dark eyes spoke of some great sorrow. He stood now in an attitude ol' benediction, and a holy radiance seemed to glow about his whole l'or'm. As the last person passed out, he turned toward the great white cr-oss and his lips moved as though i11 prayer. Suddenly he sank to the lloor. and. with a deep groan, buried his il'ace in his hands. Moved by an irresistible impulse ol' pity, I approached and touched him. lle lil'ted his head slowly and looked at me withorrt any sign ot annoyance or surprise. You have some sorrow, l+'atlrer'? His sad eyes looked deeply into rrrirre. '4Yes, he answered simply. il hesitated: then, overconre by pity. l went on: 'Hear ye one another's bur- dens,' saith the Lordf, Again his eyes searched mine. I am glad you have conre. l have needed a l'riend so much-one who corrld know my li!'e and yet love rrre. l had one once -his voice trailed oil' and there was a I'ar'-away look in his dark eyes. l waited silently. llc roused hirnselI'. Yon really want to know? You will listen to the sorrowl'ul story ol' a nriserable stranger? The pleading in his l'ace stirred me deeply. and l silently grasped his hand. llc smiled gravely, almost gratel'ully. 'N 'l'hank von, my 'lI'll'llf,. My hrslorv shall be brret. but l have lived eternitics. et.ernities. Ile sighed. looked I'ar out over the fresh, dew-batlred rrrourrtains. and went on. l have been an orphan :rs tar back as I can rernernber. My father and rrrotlrer both died when l was a mere child. leaving. however. great wealth to their two children, my sister Louise and me. We had all that heart could wish. except parental love and that one lack bound us so close together we seemed as one soul. l was happy in caring l'or her. in anticipating every wish. in protecting her. 1 Sl o

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hlARYH GREEN: The woman ol' wisdom the woumn of years. CLARISSA 'I GILMORE: ,'IYhere is the man who has the power and skill To stem the torrent of a XVOIIIII-ll,S willg For if She will, she will: and if she won't, she won't.'l V MARY JAeksON: Great wits jnmpf' MISS COLSON: A laboratory! A laboratory! My kingdom for a laboratory. BOB MANNING: Thou art powerless, for knowledge is power. HLONGH ZIMMERMAN: I was not born for courts, or great affairs, I pay my debts, believe and say my prayers . NORA SPIERS: O bed, O bed, delicious bed! That heaven upon earth for the weary head. ' SMILEY h'lClX'IICHAEI.Z Thinking is but an idle waste of thought, And naught is everything, and every- thing is naught. SOPHOMORE: I know too much already. SPRUOE SIMMONS: Laugh, and be fatf J ULITTLEH ARIAIL: Anything that wants firmness or solidityf' UMIAINH WILLIAMS: Resolved to ruin or rule the State. PROF. UTERMOEHLEN: Most still, most secret, and most grave, a whimsical fellow. PEGGIE TONVNSENDZ As headstrong as an allegory on the banks of the Nile. SALLIE NICCAINZ t'Sigh no Inore, ladies, Sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever. HBIRDU BYRD: Let me not burst in igno- SENIOR CLASS! And some are in ui lar count1'ee, And some are all restlessly at home, But never more, ah, never more, we Shall meet to revel and to roam! ROSA BAILEY: Give every man thy ear, but few thy voicef' HJOHNSON BRADDY: The cat will mew, and the dog will have his day. Q.UAcK FRASER: 'iAnd ever foremost in a tongue debatef' NOAII fthe cookj: No Il'1Ol'G 'biSkit. ' SOLOMON REDMON: Blessings on him who invented sleep, the mantle that covers all human thoughtsf' I'IUGH SMITH: The sublime and the ridicu- lous are so often so nearly related that it is difficult to class them separately. HBISHOPH STAOKLEY: Who thinks too little, who talks too much. DR. PEELE: You may take that for what it is worth. BIG ARIAIL: Hang sorrow! Care will kill a cat, Therefore let'S be merry. PROv1E', GRAHAM: Sighed, and looked unutterable things. HSAGH RICHARDSON: She was worse than a crime, she was a blunder. HTEDDYE LEED COWARD: I own a mule. 1t's the first mule I ever had, and will be the last one-my mind is my mule. PHYSICS: The origin and commencement of our grief. KATHERINE CROSS: It is so soon I am done for I wonder what I was begun for. ll BETH GIBSON: For woman is a giddy tlIing,,and this is Iny conclusion- OLLA SPROTT: There'S Something in a flying horse, rancef' There'S something in a huge balloon.

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BENEFI TS REMEMBERED Ingratitude, thou marble-hearted fiend. These stirring words come into my mind as I recall the very 'familiar phrase, 4'Bcne'fits iforgotf, And far be it from Columbia College to be among those to whom this stinging epithet might be applied. The occasion of these reflections is the great kindness conferred upon the students of Columbia College by the University of South Carolina. In view of our great misfortune, the University very kindly and very promptly oitered the use of the library and laboratory as well as class rooms. The arrangement by our trustees made it unnecessary for us to accept their class rooms, though we accepted the use of the library and laboratory, which have been a great help to us in our class Work this year with our insufficient equipment. For these beneits remembered all the students of Columbia College are most sincerely grateful to, and thank most cordially the University of South Carolina. 80 K 97