Furman University - Bonhomie Yearbook (Greenville, SC)

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ffitBtnro uf tin' Unitor (Wasa » HIS story of the wanderings of our class from the “wilderness” to the M J “Land of Promise” must necessarily be brief. We wish, however, to give facts sufficient to link the present with the past, since we hope soon to set up our “Kbenezer.” In the Fall of ’03, thirty-nine of us came to Furman University, seeking— we knew not what. Within a day or two we had found— we knew not what; but we soon discovered that there were professors enough around whose business it was to explain what we had found. We congratulate ourselves that our experience with the University began at the same time that our president assumed the duties of his office. Our class at once found its proper place in all the departments of college life; in the class rooms, in the Y. M. ('. A., and on the athletic field. During the fall of '03 our class joined forces with the Sophomores and defeated the Junior-Senior football team. On Field Day of the following Spring we won many prizes in the contests. The journey through which we were led during the first year was long and toilsome, so that many became faint-hearted, and by the fall of 04- all except fifteen of our first number had stopped to rest under the shade of the trees. At this time our number was raised to twenty by the addition to our ranks of five new men. During this year we visited the Island of Sicily with Thucydides, passed by quiet Sabine farm of Horace, witnessed the destruction of ancient Home, and studied the rise and fall of the great English dynasties. Occasionally we would find ourselves entangled with the unseen lines of Math, to a degree which would have been unbearable but for the reassuring presence of our gracious professor, who was always a “very present help in trouble.” We were well represented in athletics. Furman’s star baseball pitcher, and some of the best football players, belonged to the “naughty seven” class. By the end of our Sophomore year every man in the class except one had chosen his profession. [29]

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Senior Class (Oftirrrs W. A. '1’ayi.or—President A. S. Pack—Vice-President J. il. Maciikn Secretary mid Treasurer C. V. Stance1.1. Poet J. ( . Wimon Historian .J. .M. Mitchei.i.- Prophet Vem.: Hah!—rah!—rah!— rnli! Naughty seven, yah!—yah! The Garnet and Black In nothing we lack But iiiciiihcr.N that’s nothing— Rah !— rah ! Motto: H ouoribus Intaminatis Coi.ok: Garnet and Black (ClUSB SllU Ha m i XT I.»; master. Gaffney Chari.cs Vf.rxox Staxsei i., Greenville IHenry Hansford Steeihey, Branchville Wyatt ikkx Tayi.or, Greenville John Graves Wiesox, Greenville James Hidsox Mach EX, Princeton James Martin Mitcheix, Greenville Ai.vah Simoxtox Pack, Greenville •Died Nov. IJ. 1906 tDied Nov. . 3, 1906 [281

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While our pilgrimage through the Junior year was by no means easy, still a consciousness of strength, gained during our first two years' march, made it more satisfactory and less irksome; also the thought that, the distance was now shortened by one-half, added greatly to our courage, so that, when we entered upon our third year’s exploration, seventeen of our comrades, with one new man, were ready. We began our athletic record this year hv taking off the banner given to the best class team in football, and again our class furnished the star pitcher for the “Varsity” baseball team, and two captains of the team came from our midst. In addition to our efficient class room work, our class has done telling work for the upbuilding of our college community in general. Years in the work” was beginning to force upon us the imjjortance of such efforts., One of our number won second honor in the Inter-Society Oratorical Contest in the Spring of ’Ofi. In tin Y. .M. 0. A. our men engaged themselves unselfishly, and held responsible offices, one being president ami another vice-president of the Association. The year 'Oo-'Ofj marks the beginning of a reformation in the spiritual life of tlu' college that has a far-reaching significance. We began the present year’s work with as much hope as ever a class could entertain. We were a joyous band. Although we were only eight in number, still we expected to compensate with quality what was lacking in advantage of numbers. We felt, too, that eight were enough; we did not care for more. This warm merry stream of hopeful joy which had flowed continually through our midst was now disturbed by the first chilling wave of sadness, when the finger of Providence touched one of our fellow-travelers; he yielded to the touch, and the class went in a body and laid one of our best and most promising classmates Hamlet I.emaster in his grave. We had hardly resumed our march after this sad occasion before another bright, promising, godly classmate Henry Hansford Steedly—heard the urgent summons from God, and, without hesitation, departed to answer the call. Nor was this all. This year marks one of the greatest bereavements that ever came upon the I'Diversity, and our class felt it keenly, the decease of our beloved senior professor, Dr. C. II. Judson. Now we are six. Our class is not small except in number. Astronomy, Ethics, Greek, English and Philosophy have no terror for us, since the land is ours. We do not know what the future has in store for us. We cannot “look into the seeds of time and tell which will grow and which will not,” but, having passed through this pilgrimage successfully, we feel as if we arc equal to the more serious journey through life. |30|