Erskine College - Arrow Yearbook (Due West, SC)

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. , ,W A,,. ........ , ., ,, .. ,,,,,,.,,. ..,:,. - v-- 'ft .,,.,,,, 1 2 ,,,, , Ziff fy VHV' y . 6 -I.j-j' V . ..f-QP f-'f- 1 f .- - . v 1 Z'i. ' gf-f ,N - 5 t1.:2?Y':-.., V , f 2-:::v::f.: '2 5 ::a'tfv.'2:1'f- 'w.' LL'.L 1Ztv'7'-.L-- -::1,- '.:2f-ew '- -'.'.'.,.- 1:-1-rw ' .1--1----.A CLASS WILL. The time of our departure is at hand. Our days here are fewer than the hairs upon Mr. Sam Pressly's head. Therefore, it is altogether fitting and proper that to those who follow we give our few remaining possessions. For four years we have trudged the rocky pathway of knowledge. We bequeath the following: To the Junior class we bequeath that unparalleled pleasure of publishing to the world an Annual. To them we also give 'the whispered hopes of achieving a diploma, a hope so dear to our hearts. To Gaston Moffatt we give all cigarette stubs left upon our departure. Should these not suliice until the next opening of school we give him the right to buy more at the drug store. To W. M. Kennedy we give the ability to detect crime now held by J. A. Baird. To J. W. Clatworthy we give our solemn promise to send him a stove at the opening of College in September, and the trust that his last year in Erskine may be warm and contented. To Andrew Hood we give the watchful waiting attitude of W. B. Scoggins, and may we add that he will not have to wait as long as did Mr. Scoggins, To G. B. White we give the right to make week-end trips to Gastonia, now pos- sessed by R. O. Nelson. To Jessie Dale we bequeath the vocabulary of J. A. Kennedy. To the Freshmen. class we give the habit of J. R. Hill of retiring early at night. We think that should they divide this equally between them they would get enough sleep. To W. L. Ellis we give J. L. Hoocl's ability to crush all feminine hearts. To Thomas Funderburke we give F. E. Grier's ability to shoot sparrows on the wing. To David Kennedy, Dave Robinson, and Edward Shannon we bequeath the right to sell books in Georgia now possessed by L. B. Stevenson, M. G. Bigham and F. E. Grier. - To the Freshman class we give this word of advice: One day in the spring there were 22 in our Sophomore class. The next day there were 12 less. Remember the Titanic. ., D Now we have fulfilled this last sad office. Sunset and June the fust And a diploma for you and me, May there be no howls at us When we put out to sea. CLASS OF 1920. I