Daniel Baker College - The Trail Yearbook (Brownwood, TX)

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HISTORY OF THE JUNIOR CLASS The school year of 1912-’13 marks the beginning of the history of the present Junior Class. Two members out of the six which make up this class began their college career in this year. Grace Gillon and Whitson Overcash were enrolled as Freshmen. 1913- 14. This year Frances Hoon and Jim Greer made their appearance in this institution. Grace passed on to the Sophomore class, and Whitson did not return. 1914- 15. Jim Greer was joined, in the Freshman class, by Joe Turner, a graduate of Brownwood High School, and Whitson Overcash, who could re- main no longer away from the beloved college. Frances turned to a “Soph,” and Grace left school to begin a teacher’s career. W. P. Perkins, unknown to his present classmates, was a student in Vanderbilt. 1915- 16. Jim, Joe, and Whitson, passed together into the Sophomore Class. Frances accepted a position in the High School at Rotan. Perkins entered the Southwestern University at Clarksville, Tenn. 1916- 17. The beginning of this year saw Joe, Jim, and Whitson seated in the Junior “pew” and with them one who had passed from their midst the year before—Frances Hoon. Also among was a stranger whom they soon learned to know as Perkins. Several weeks later they were all surprised to find another old friend established in their midst. Grace Gillon, one of the founders of the class, returned after a two years’ furlough to take up her work towards an A. B. May these six who have overcome the difficulties of the Freshman, Sophomore, and Junior years pass safely over the troubled waters of Senior-

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HISTORY OF SOPHOMORES (With Apologies to Poe) Once upon a June day dreary, while we pondered somewhat weary Over many a page and picture of the noted Trail,, ’17 While we turned each separate page, looking for the Sophomore sage, Suddenly that class came into view, and though only a few, There seemed to appear in them the knowledge, that they knew more than all the college, Merely appearance, nothing more. Ah distinctly we remember, it was in that bright September, And each separate Sophomore member again entered the chapel door, With an air of more distinction than he had had the year before, When with a Freshman’s fear and trembling he had mounted to 3rd For now this was a rare and radiant class who made the lower classmen sore, Well known here, forever more. And the stern, staid uncertain looks of those new green draperies, Thrilled us, filled us with fantastic terrors not felt the year before. So that now, to still the beating of our hearts, we stood debating Whether our faculty would be as stern as in the year before When soon the late president stepped out upon the floor, Merely this and nothing more.