Elon University - Phi Psi Cli Yearbook (Elon, NC)

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LILLIAN PEARL TUCK, Ph.B. V milium, Va. Never do today what you ran put of) until tomorrow. Psiphelian; Marshal at Psiphelian Entertain- iiii-iit ' 10; Class President ' 11; Representative Psiphelian Society, Easter ' 11; Secretary of Chris- tian Endeavor ' 11: Vice-President of Christian Endeavor ' 12; Marshal at .Junior-Senior Debate ' 13; Captain Basketball Team ' 13. Trust thai man in nothing who has not a consciena in everything. ' WALTON STALKY WICKER, A I! Elon College, N. C. Be sure you do others before thej do you. Philologian; Philologian Elepresentative at Enter- tainment ' 12; Class President at Junior-Senior Debate ' 13; Corresponding Secretary of V. M. C. A. ' 13; Treasurer of Athletic Association ' 13.

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ALONZO TOMLINSON BANKS, Ph.B. McCullers, N. C. What did you say, Professor? Professor : Sleep on. Philologian; Vice-President of Athletic Associa- tion ' 12; Society Representative, Commencement ' 12; President of Society Entertainment ' 12; Delivered Ivy Oration Fall of ' 12; President of Christian Endeavor ' 13; President of the Athletic Association ' 12— ' 13; President of the Ministerial Associal ion ' 12- ' 13. Ability involves responsibility. Power to its last particle duly. ' PEARLE FOGLEMAN, Ph.B. Burl, nylon, N. C. When I come forth the sun hides Ins face Psiphelian: Vice-President of Class ' 11; Repre- sentative Psiphelian Entertainment Easter ' 10; Soloist at Society Entertainment ' 11; Represent- ative Psiphelian Society Commencement ' 12; Sec- retary of Christian Endeavor ' 13; Certificate in Vocal Music ' 13; ' las- Prophet ' 13

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Senior Class History IT IS indeed a gigantic undertaking to do justice to the brilliant record of the Class of 1913 in the space herein allotted. Should the full achievements of this class during the last four years be given, our history would take all the space in the first volume of our Annual. We hate to act so selfishly for we reallv love our other schoolmates and want space reserved for them. So bear in mind, gentle readers who in the future years may read these lines, that your historian did not attempt to give the history of each individual member, but only endeavored to recall a few sweet recollections of days spent together at dear old Elon. It is only a short time, as it seems to us, since we left our homes four years ago, amid tears and farewells, and embarked upon the sea of life. We had no idea then what lay before us. All we had in mind was to reach Elon. At the train we were met and welcomed by the Faculty and members of the Senior ( ' lass. Still frightened and green as we looked, as we stepped from the train it was declared by everyone that no more precautious, unusual, charming dar- lings or sweet specimens of humanity ever honored or graced Elon soil. No sooner than we got to our room-, it was heard from every nook and corner, Go matricu- late So off the stray children went to matriculate, hardly knowing what matriculate meant. The next day brought classes, and it was during that day that we were called by the faculty the biggest blockheads that ever struck Elon. But we soon proved to these professors that first impressions were not always the best. The morning after we had organized our Freshman Class we felt as big as Seniors. Time rolled by and examinations were upon us. To some it meant falling out of ranks, to others, who got through mathematics, it meant another pleasant association with our classmates, at the place we all loved. Another September f ound us again amid the sturdy oaks. To our great delight we were no longer known as Freshies but as ferocious Sophs. As Sophomores we, of course, felt our importance, and smarting under the humilia- tion to which we had been subjected the year before we often gave vent to our feelings by offending the poor Freshies. During this year we were not quite so fearful of the teachers and their scoldings and hard assignments. We would really pass a note and break all the rules near us. But our greatest glory came when we broke all former records and got Sophomore pins, for no other class had dared do such an unheard of thing. Another year passed and to our sorrow only twelve of our old band returned to win the honors yet before us. This decrease in our number did not discourage us, but we went forward with our motto, Carpe Diem, ever in mind. In this, our Junior year, our class achieved its greatest fame. We gained success in every phase of college life, and whether in the classroom, on the athletic field, in the literary societies, as Y. M. C. A., Y. W. C. A. or C. E. workers, or as block-