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

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heads our class held its own. As much as the twelve jolly Juniors longed to be Seniors they entertained their leader- amid the Senior and .Junior decorations, February twenty-first. Here must be said that since we chose February twenty- first as our date for the Junior-Senior reception, the Faculty has made it a stand- ing date. When the year of 1012 dawned upon us we realized our long cherished ambi- tions, for we were Seniors ai last. One of our twelve fell from our ranks, hut another took his place. Also we found that four L. I. students were to take this year ' s journey with us. As Seniors we no longer laughed at the Freshman, nor did we think that the Sophomores were wise fools, nor were we constantly reminding the Juniors that we were no longer under the rules. The time grew shorter each day. At last the time came for us to receive at the hands of our Alma Mater our long coveted honor. As we look back over the last four years, we find that our paths have not been strewn with roses, nor, on the other hand, have they been beset with diffi- culties which we could not surmount. As we passed through the gate of our Alma Mater then ' came a joy mingled with sorrow. Our college career had ended and we were to enter upon the duties of life in reality. May the ( ' lass of ' 13 ever succeed and may fortune at times bring us together while laboring on through the paths of life. Th ough, should our paths of life never bring us together again, let us still remember the faces and cherish the friendship of our classmates. Historian. I

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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-

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The Senior Class Poem When we first went, to public school We thought we knew a lot, And if we ever broke a rule, Ah! well, we knew it not. ' Twas then we were barefoot, boys and girls, And then there came that joyful day We lived a life of pleasure When we set off for college. Where days were months and homes were worlds We thought we ' d rather work than play, And all our time was leisure. In order to gain knowledge. Our verdant Freshman year has come And we are learning fast. We often let our fancy roam To the Senior year at last. We spent much time upon our books At last another year has passed. In our happy Freshman days. Ah! we are Sophomores sure. We longed to have a Senior ' s looks Study, a little, but always sure And art a Senior ' s ways. To be a little more mature. And now our Junior year is lure. For time is flying fast. Twelve months is not as long a year As it seemed year before last. We are beginning now to come Another year has come and passed, Heir to some common knowledge. We ' ve reached our goal, you see. We want to know what folks at home At last! At last!! At last!!! At last!!!! Think of our going to college. Ah! Lordly Seniors, we. Ah, yes, indeed, we ' ve come to know- That we now have less knowledge Than we thought we had four years ago When we first entered college. We know our textbooks, yea, ' tis true, So, if we always do our best, But that is just beginning. ( ' Tis all that one can ask), We now must show ourselves true blue; Our little work, not for the rest, The battles of life need winning. Must be our only task. Poet.