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

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more debate. Thus a host of pleasant memories vere stampeil ami sealed in a treas- ured ear. Happy and proud to be enterinf; into a year of work which wculd clas . us as typical and wise Sophs, we were willing; and ready to start on the second ear of our journey. Appreciating the kind welcome f;i cn us tlie previous year b those whose lilacc we had taken, we felt it a privilege as well as a ilut to fireet the Fre iinien and thus start the ear off in the right wav. Having agreed that we would gladly follow the call of our presiilent, L. C Vil- liam.s, we started cutting our wi.sdom teeth and became wiser, better students, always in step with our college. In this year, Wyatt High.smith, L. C. Williams. K. B. Hook and J. Howard Smith brought honor to our class by their outstanding ability in debate. Another year gone, and in our hearts a song of excelsior. Light-hearted and gay, we again assembled in search of knowledge. . nd with I ester Register as oiu ' guide our progress seemed surer and steadier than ever before. Realizing that everything must change, and desiring ours to be in accordance with our chosen motto, we settled down to sincere work in an effort to make the better best. It was in this ear that we had the |)ri ilege of entertaining the seniors at a Junior- Senior banquet. Shall we ever forget it? No, nor regret it. Then we got our Col- lege rings which shall always be a binding symbol of unit . We cam? out victorious in ous debating this year, and George Kelly, a member of our cla.ss, proved to be a most capable varsity Basketball captain. AVith frank Johnson leading the march, we assumed our long-coveted dignit , for we are seniors. Our College days will soon be history, and the future appears as a mirage luring us on to new adventures and success. All of our battles have not been pleasant ones, neither have they been victorious; yet we can truly say that they have been fought in such a way that their scars are worn as medals, and their memories kept as trusts. The green, so jested about when we were new, was onh a covering to protect from knocks and bruises the tender plants which have now blossomed pre- paratory to bringing the fruit of service. We have learned many lessons though not from books alo ie. The members of our class have been, through peace and rivalry, victory and defeat, bovmd by a chain of friendships, and have ever been working for the posterity and success of our grouj) and our College, ' ith proud and loyal hearts we have watched her rapid strides .and achievements, gloried in her successes, and mourned over her losses. We go from here to speak her praise, to make the better best. Cl.ARA Sh ARl ' . CVrt.f.f I lisl ' trillll.

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PRESIDENTS jAMis S. Fnwii-K Frfslimau I.. ( ' . W ' li r JAMS S( l liiimorr W. I.. Rkcistir Junior E. Frank Johnson Sinior Class History It appears like ancient history now, on a certain day in September four years ago, when everything seemed fresh and green, a group of prospective students of the same verdant appearance, first trod these walks and entered these halls which have now found a sacred place in our hearts. All was new ami interesting, but, oh how insig- nificant we felt as the impertinent-looking people, who we later learned were upper classmen, gave us the once over. After the mystery of matriculation, still slightly bewildered, we followed our guides to the chapel, where the first shots were fired at us in the form of a series of lectures. Here we received our first baptism of don ' ts and College regulations. Then came the facult reception when we tried our wings as social butterflies (not to mention the numerous receptions given by all-too-willing Sophomores, where wings would have been most desirable). Next came the fateful day when classes started. However attentive we were to our classes, there came a day when such nonsense was forgotten in the attempt to solve a problem several sizes larger. Noise, laughter, rivalry, balloting. What ' s a Jonquil? No, a daffodil? What is the meaning of blue, red ? Amid just such confusion our class officers were elected. Capable and popular was our class president, jimmie Fowler; vivid and inspiring was our colors, strong and courageous our motto, To make the better best. Undaunted by our inexperience and with a desire to rise prompted by determina- tion, though we did not rise to stardom in all college activities so new to us, we en- gaged in them with sportsmanship and vim. We took our share of the lickings bravely, and showed that we could share equalh ' in victory by winning the Freshman-Sopho-

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Senior Class Poem We dreamed a dream in the freshman days Of honors boldly won. We pictured life in many ways When life was just begun. Our hearts were light in the soph ' morc days: The freshman days were done. We prayed only as a soph ' more prays For the glories of thirty-one. Our junior days were days of toil — No time for trivial fun. Too busy for freshman-soph ' more broil, We dreamed of thirty-one. And now they are come and almost gone — The glories of thirty-one. Now, strange! we long for the college dawn And the fresh-man-soph ' more fun. We ' ll dream our dreams in the school of life Of honors boldly won. We ' ll struggle and juggle ' mid the toil and strife For the freshman-soph ' more fun. Wyatt Highsmith, Class Poei