Furman University - Bonhomie Yearbook (Greenville, SC)

Text from Pages 1 - 200 of the 1913 volume:

TAEr mixm 1 13 AN ARTISTIC CHRONICLER OF THE LIFE AT FURMAN UNIVERSITY GREENVILLE. S. C. Volume XIII PUBLISHED ANNUALLY BY THE STUDENTS Furman univ. library 155760 pc irniixtu £o our rstrrmrii nnit lto «t� rci ritfrssor 5V. Cnllhu'r Conk, Jtt. J ., •Lift. 4?. 3ii rrro ignition of his srrbirrs ns n tcuchrr nit6 historian, nnfc in nitmirntion of his logitltg nitb uutonfcrriitjj brhotiou to this institution through umu; jtrnrs, tor fcrbirntr toith rrsjirrt nub lotor this, thi thirtrruth boluntf of (The i'onhomir................................. Dining Room Editorial. In publishing this the thirteenth volume of The Bonhomie we have no excuses to offer. We have done our best—angels can do no more. If you have any criticisms to offer, save them until we are gone, and then express them freely as we have done in the past. But while you are criticising, remember that this is partly your annual. You helped make it, or if you did not we take it for granted that you could not. If you could have done better than we, who have striven from early morning until dusky night, your criticism is just and we acknowledge it humbly. Otherwise we must insist that you accept what we have done without complaint. Remember that it is easier to criticise work than it is to do the work itself. This annual is meant to be a bond between us—something that will cause old memories to come trooping back when we are past the meridian of life. In after years, dear brother, when you see here the faces of your schoolmates and read their simple writings, let your heart drift back to old Furman and here on the campus and in the dormitories let us commune together again. In our imagination we will sing the old songs over, give the same old yells for the Varsity team, and with bared heads again listen to the teachings of our professors. We will grasp each other by the hand and with frank, friendly eyes give the same cheerful greeting that we have given in the days of yore. What would life be without memories? Our memories seem to smooth the wrinkles from our brow, and make the eyes which are glazed and dull clear and bright again. So let us cling to memories and be young always, and when the old bell is ringing for us upon the other shore we will meet each other with smiling faces and outstretched hands, and be united again. Purpose A Word to The Wise W. P. CARSON, Editor-in-chief. W. M. CRAIG, Business Manager. A Faculty Conversation at Furman i By Dr. E. M. Poteat T TURNED upon the prospects for students next year. I he chairman of the committee on Grounds and Buildings, Prof. C. B. Martin, who has done so much to improve the general appearance of our premises and to whom the task of assigning rooms falls, has said: “What are we to do The topic was immediately taken up with interest all about the room, and we felt ourselves confronted with a serious embarrassment. The past three years we have rented residences off the campus: but it is possible that none of these will be within our reach at the opening of the session next September. The work of the alumni committee last summer made us familiar with the slogan—Four Hundred at Furman in 1914. This year the enrollment will probably go beyond 350, and students have been housed in all the available places in and near the campus. If we retain the usual proportion of the classes now in school and the Freshman class is as large as this year’s class, what arc we to do? Make down pallets and store them away somewhere in Montague Hall? Or have some big-minded, wise-hearted friend of Furman put up a new dormitory? This last suggestion, so it was remarked in the faculty meeting, would involve not less than $40,000, but there arc friends of the institution who could render this service. • I am giving only an echo here of the conversation referred to. I he faculty is ready to serve our constituency as fully as our facilities will allow, and we believe that the constituency will enlarge the facilities along with its enlarging demand of service by the institution. The two things must go together. We have to all appearances reached the limit under present conditions and our embarrassed question is—What more can we do? next fall?” Alma Mater The Mountain City is her home, A mountain river laves her feet. But from far coasts her children come. And crown her brow with flowers sweet; And 'neath her shade they rest secure. And drink from wisdom’s fountain pure. And rally, loyal sons and true, 'Round our dear Alma Mater. A ship of royal make is she. And brings her treasure from afar. Her truth it is that makes us free. And shines her beacon like a star. Twas Furman's hand that laid her keel. And Judson set her ribs of steel; The Fathers, prayerful for our weal. Launched our dear Alma Mater. A mother gentle, fair and wise. And grave with weight of storied lore, She greets us with love's radiant eyes. And chains our hearts forevermore. Old Furman! Grateful sons are we. Our love, our lives we give to thee; We'll keep faith's vow to serve but thee. Our own dear Alma Mater. Edwin M. Poteat. Board of Trustees With Expiration of Terms of Service Charles A. Smith, President........................................Timmonsville A. G. Furman, Secretary..............................................Greenville 1913 Rev. J. Hartwell Edwards..........................................Ridge Springs H. J. HAYNSWORTH.....................................................Greenville R. Y. Leavell..........................................................Newberry Horace L. Bomar.....................................................Spartanburg Charles A. Smith...................................................Timmonsville 1914 R. J. Alderman...........................................................Alcolu Rev. J. H. Boldridce. D.D........................................... Lancaster Rev. C. A. Jones..................................................Bennettsvillc J. C. Spivey.............................................................Conway Rev. A. C. Wilkins, D.D..............................................Greenville 1915 J. A. Carroll...........................................................Gaffney Rev. Z. T. Cody. D.D.................................................Greenville J. W. King...............................................................Dillon A. M. Kennedy.........................................................Williston H. P. McGee..........................................................Greenville 1916 W. F. Cox..............................................................Anderson Dr. J. B. Earle......................................................Greenville T. T. Hyde...........................................................Charleston J. M. Goeer . •.......................................Greenville W. R. Rabb............................................................Winnsboro 1917 Rev. C. E. Burts. D.D..................................................Columbia A. G. Furman.........................................................Greenville Rev. Graves S. Knight..............................................Graniteville J. J. Lawton.........................................................Hartsville Dr. Brooks Rutledge....................................................Florence University Calendar 1913 Opening Day of Winter Term..............................................January 3 Outline for Senior Essays due...........................................January I 5 Inter-Society Debate............................................. ... January 27 Second Installment of College Fees due.................................February I Last Day on Which Senior Essays May Be Handed In ... February 1 3 Day of Prayer for Colleges.............................................February 23 Inter-Society Oratorical Contest..........................................March 3 Spring Examinations................................................March 21-29 Field Day..........................................................(To be fixed) Last Day for Books to be Returned to the Library............................May 24 Final Examinations.................................................May 23-30 Commencement Exercises.................................................June 2-4 Summer Vacation Opening Day of Fall Term, 1913-1914...................................September 17 I hanksgiving Day......................................................November 27 Subjects for Senior Essays due.........................................November 15 Fall Examinations...................................................December 15-23 Christmas Recess..........................................December 24 to January 1 1914 Opening Day of Winter Term..............................................January 2 Outline for Senior Essays due...........................................January 15 Inter-Society Debate....................................................January 26 Second Installment of College Fees due.................................February I Last Day on Which Senior Essays May Be Handed In ... February 16 Day of Prayer for Colleges.........................................February 22 Inter-Society Oratorical Contest.......................................March 2 Spring Examinations....................................................March 20-28 Opening Day of Spring I erm...............................................March 30 Field Day.......................................................(To be Fixed) Last Day for Books to be Returned to the Library............................May 23 Final Examinations.......................................................May 22-29 Commencement Exercises.....................................................June 1-3 South Main Street. Greenville. S. C. Faculty Register Edwin McNeil Poteat. D.D.. LL.D.. President and Professor of Christianity Harvey Tolliver Cook. M.A., Litt.D.. Professor of Creek Marshall Delph Earle, M.A., Professor of Mathematics Sidney Ernest Bradshaw, M.A., Ph.D., Professor of Modern Languages Columbus Ben Martin. M.A.. Professor of Latin Hiden Toy Cox. B.A., Professor of Physics and Astronomy Orlin Ottman Fletcher, M.A., D.D., Professor of Philosophy and Political Science Georce Alexander Buist, M.S., Acting Professor of Chemistry and Biology James Leland Vass. M.A., Assistant Professor of German and Latin Joseph Hayes Jackson, B.A., Associate Professor of English Robert Norman Daniel, M.A.. Ph.M., Associate Professor of English James Memory Payne, B.A.. Assistant Professor of Mathematics Bennette Eugene Geer, M.A., Director of the Department of English Edwin L. Huches, Ped.D., Lecturer on Pedagogy William Franklin Watson, M.A., Special Lecturer on Scientific Subjects Excepting the President, arranged in Seniority of appointment. Dr. Edwin McNf.ii Poteat Faculty Prof. M. D. Eari.e Prof. C. B. Martin- Dr. S. E. Bradshaw Prof. H. T. Cox Dr. O. O. Fi.etchf.r Faculty Prof. J. L. Vass Prof. R. N. Daniei. Prcf. J. M. Payne Old Lookout Old friend, all hail! 1 love ihee well for all The strength thou st given me. My ways still change But thou art changeless ever. God gives me friends And joys, and then he calls me straight to go On quests afar, and I am in his hand. 1 must go on new fields to seek and search In distant climes for gems of hidden truth. But thou! thou stand'st forever to express God’s calm and that all perfect endless peace Which he reserves for those who at the last Shall look upon his face. I thank thee, friend; And when the thunder loud shall crash above My head, and God’s fierce lightning play in streaks Of brilliance terrible, the thought of thee Shall calm my soul and strengthen me to hope And trust and strive, assured that all is well. D. N. The Bonhomie OFFICERS OF THE ANNUAL ASSOCIATION L. H. Raines..............................President F. W. Mitchell.......................Vice-President W. L. BATES.................Secretary) and Treasurer MANAGERS OF THE BONHOMIE W. M. CRAIG........................Business Manager C. O. MlLFORD .... Asst. Business Manager W. R. LOADHOLT .... Circulating Manager R. G. Skinner.............Advertising Manager EDITORIAL STAFF W. P. Carson . . E. R. Stall . L. H. Bowen . E. W. Mac hen . C. O. Milford E. E. Gardner M. R. Mobley J. C. Brown . F. C. Robertson . G. O. Etheridge . Editor-in-Chicf Art Editor Senior Class Editor . .Senior Class Editor Junior Class Editor . . Junior Class Editor Sophomore Class Editor Sophomore Class Editor Freshman Class Editor . Freshman Class Editor Officers of Annual Association and Manacers of Bonhomie Editorial Staff of Bonhomie Furman Calendar Wednesday. Sept. 18th Thursday. Sept. 19th. Friday, Sept. 20th..... Saturday. Sept. 21st.. Monday. Sept. 23rd----- Thursday, Sept. 26th. Friday. Sept. 27th---- Tuesday. Oct. 1st...... Monday, Oct. 7th .... Friday. Oct. 11th...... Wednesday. Oct. 16th. Friday. Oct. 25th....... Tuesday. Nov. 5th....... Thursday. Nov. 7th Monday. Nov. 25th....... Wednesday. Nov. 27th Thursday. Ncv. 28th ... Saturday. Nov. 30th FALL ‘The sylvan slopes with corn-clad fields Are hung, as if with golden shields. Bright trophies of the sun! Like a fair sister of the sky. Unruffled doth the blue lake lie. The mountains looking on.” —IVordiiuorlh. ...College opens.—Dr. Poteat’s opening address to the students. . . .Rais in your hole.—Assigning of classes.—Sawyer and Mach go up town. . . .Class recitations started.—Rais entertained by Sophs. Big success. ...Dr. Fletcher assigns Philosophy lesson.—Big Smith kicks. .. .Sidewalk in front of Chicora and G. F. C. crowded. .. .Class organization and election of officers.- V. M. C. A. Rally. ...Bos Bridges lakes semi-annual bath.—Rat Mosley makes love in Spanish to fair damsel. ...Preliminary tennis tournament.—Workman and Skinner put up hard fight. ...Moon Craig cuts Greek for sixth time,—only six meetings.—Carson ready to register for Senior History. ...Reception at First Baptist Church to Furman and G. F. C. students. —Many hearts crushed. ...State Tennis Tournament.—Furman wins second place. ...First Lyceum. Ben Greet Players in “She Stoops to Conquer. , ..Mutton served for dinner by special request—goat discontinued. ...Weekly pilgrimage to G. F. C.—Engagements announced and Married Men’s Club organized. ..Irving Bachellor entertains a large audience al G. F. C. . .Philosophian Society gives its public meeting. . . .Thanksgiving Day—Reception at G. F. C.—Many engagements called off. ..Prof. Cox heard humming I wish I Was Single Again. —Prof. Daniel makes weekly trip to speak before audience of one. WINTER The day are cold, ihe nights are long. The north wind sings a doleful song; Then hush again upon my breast; All merry things are now at rest. Save thee, my pretty Love.” —IVofJiVorth. Tuesday, Dec. 3rd................Furman granted intercollegiate football.—Boys celebrate.—Signs di- lapidated.—Cans overturned.—Busy Bee raided. Thursday, Dec. 5th...............Cy Brown makes Glee Club, and Glee Club disbanded.—Tom Har- per attends chapel, great excitement.—Dick Hagan resigns as President of the Galology Club.—Bowen elected. Monday. Dec. 9th.................Examination schedule posted.—Jimmie Loadholt begins to cram.- — John Mac Truluck faints. Thursday, Dec. 12th..............Last day of grace for crammers.—Lights burning till early morn.— Soph Math students hold prayer meeting. Friday. Dec. 13th................Fall examinations begin.—Dr. Fletcher leaves for New York.—Saw- yer and Mach return from town to stand exam. Saturday, Dec. 21st..............Fall examinations ended.—Prayer of the Unrighteous Sophomores availeth but little. Sunday, Dec. 22nd................Christmas recess begin . Thursday. Jan. 2nd...............Hostilities begin again.—Several faces missing because of action of Faculty. Friday. Jan. 10th................Dr. Cook cracks a joke and several benches destroyed.—Watson com- plains of the depth of ethics.—Prof. Cox announces in chapel hymn number 9. WEDNESDAY, Jan. 15th.............Outlines of Senior Essays due.—Some noted subjects—Moon Craig: The Advantage of Batesburg ; W. P. Carson: The Progressive Town of Landrum ; E. W. Machen: Florida, the Land of Honey and Flowers ; Cy Brown: The Last Romp With the Tiger. MONDAY, Jan. 27th.............Adelphian Society gives Public Meeting. Saturday. Feb. 1st................College fees due.—Help wanted. Monday. Feb. IOtii............Inter-Society Debate.—Philosophians win. Saturday. Feb. I 5tii.............Senior Essays Handed in.- Faculty enlightened and many great ques- tions solved. Sunday. Feb. 23rd.............Day of Prayer for Colleges.—Indignation because it came on Sunday. Monday. Feb. 24th.............Dr. Poteat entertains the Rats. SPRING For now the Heavenly Power Makes all things new. And thaws the cold, and fills The flower with dew; The blackbirds have their wills. The poets, too. — Tcnn fion. Monday. March 3rd...............Inter-Society Oratorical Contest.—Feastcr winner. Saturday. March 8th.............Bi-monthly visit to Chicora.—Bos Bridges meets the Queen. —Rat League secures annual hair cut at request of students. Monday, March 10th..............Funk buys a Senior Histofy book.—Students fear that he needs Dr. Babcock.—Prof. Payne observed flirting with ticket seller at Majestic. Friday, March 21st..............Spring examinations begin.—Senior ethics students have old-time re- vival.—Watson and Black leaders. Saturday. March 29th............Examinations ended.—Clemson baseball team played Furman at Greenville. Thursday, April 1st.............April Fool’s Day.—Dr. Poleat’s cow missing.—Mrs. Street examines the rooms and finds them in excellent------?—Mitchell takes a shave. Wednesday, April 9th............Great consternation in dormitory.—Holley and Skinner have hook(ed) worm.—Sullivan and King clean out room, hallway obstructed.— Lockman, Duckett and Wingo borrow Prof. Cox's compass to locate trunks.—Hash for supper. Monday, April 14th..............Dr. Cook in Senior History asks if Mr. Milford is still in school.— Fatty Poteat kills time in Philosophy class by arguing as Ic whether reality is real.—Receives applause of class. Tuesday. April 29th.............Faculty has meeting.—Cy Brown alarmed.—Rat Cox at 3 a. m. ascends and descends. Monday, May 4th.................May Picnic.—Many marriage licenses issued.—Hog Allen requested to remain at home, as edibles are scarce.—Rat Askins explains the beauty of nature to fair maiden, while she is flirting with G. C. Mangum. Friday. May 9th..................Sh— Feaster has an idea.—Hopes entertained for his recovery. Friday. May 16th.................Senior examinations begin. Monday, June 2nd...................Commencement exercises.—All ponies are sold.—Bonfires evident.— Seniors accept positions at 2 i per. Senior Class Poem The Iasi glad year of happy college days Rolls to its close. The maze Of our unknown career Spreads in a mist that wakens in us fear— Not cowardly, but that we feel the dear Responsibility Which all the Mother's training makes in us to be. We pause awhile and yet once more survey The joyous scenes which lay Along our course. We see Again the acts of college comedy— Droll happenings, and jokes from hearts carefree. We also feel again The little tear-fraught tragedies, which made us men. We stand upon life’s threshold to decide The course where shall be tried What fire burns in each soul. We feel the future’s in our own control. And all our tasks shall point a flying goal. We shall be scattered far. Our ranks be broken, but we follow all one star. ’Tis truth, which. Alma Mater, thou hast taught And planted in our thought. We therefore pledge anew To thee ’’our love, our life in all we do. As sons of thine, thy loyal sons and true. Soon to be from thee far— The Class of nineteen-thirteen bids thee au revoir. Geo. W. Cox. Senior Class History T was in the year of our Lord 1909 that this event of importance took place. Upon one day. in all the provinces of King Blcase. and also several provinces of other kings, namely upon the twenty-first day of the ninth month, which is the month of September, a proclamation having been sent out to that effect, a great journey was being made to the court of Edwin, surnamed Poteat, who. with all his generals, ruled with a high and mighty hand. I hese journeymen, so be it known, were of a rare and tender age and were not versed in the strange and wicked arts of the court. Nevertheless, they arrived safe at the court of Edwin and were there met by sundry other journeymen, who had resided several years already at the court and were received with much welcoming. They having come for a residence of three and one years, were deeply appreciative of this welcoming, which they mistook for kindness. They were taken to their rooms, and being weary, they laid them down to rest. I hey bethought themselves of the country from which they had journeyed, and of the kindly sires and mothers that had bidden them adieu. In these thoughts they waxed more and more unmindful of outside things, and behold they slept. But it behooves me painfully to relate that they were rudely awakened by certain Philistines and heathen, otherwise known as Sophomores. Their beds were turned upon them, they were dampened with water, and their skin was blistered with the stinging lash. These new arrivals, now called by the name of an animal of the lower order, bethought them of their pleasant homes and their kindly sires, and they wept. The days passed swiftly and they waxed more and more content with their lot. which was perfect except for the heathen and sundry of the generals of the court. Near the court of Edwin were situated two other courts, the court of Byrd and the court of James (which is now known as the court of Ramsay), where resided many beautiful maidens. The youths beheld with longing eyes the maidens, and the maidens beheld with longing eyes the youths and all was well. One was chosen as their leader who was swift of foot and who with great exactness propounded the Scriptures, and under whose leadership they grew bold and did well, for theirs were greater numbers than any that had journeyed to the court of Edwin before. But in their conflicts with the generals many were vanquished, and in the twelfth month, which is the month of December, others were banished and did return no more. After a residence of eight and one months at the court they betook themselves to the country from which they had journeyed for a brief respite of two and one months. It was again in the ninth month, which is the month of September, that they journeyed again to the famous court. Lo, upon their arrival they found many who were as they had been upon their first journey. They welcomed them with great kindness and showed them to their rooms. They bethought them of their treatment when they first arrived at the court of Edwin, and a desire for revenge was born within their souls. Thereupon they became Philistines and did smite the newcomers and did turn their beds upon them. As their leader for these nine months they did elect one whose face was as the moon and who was exceedingly short of stature. 1 hey grew and waxed mighty in their own minds and did become far wiser than the generals of the court. Behold a few did fall by the wayside in battles with a certain dragon by the name of Sofmaph, who was indeed a most terrible monster, tight and one months did again swiftly pass and after another brief respite they found themselves again at the court. But behold a change in them. No more did they deign to cast their glances upon the newcomers, nor did they notice the Philistines, but with their heads and eyes uplifted did reach them for a distant goal. As their leader they chose one whose head glowed as a living fire to light them on their way. It came to pass that the generals seemed to them not as their enemies and they grew to love them. Also they bethought themselves that they knew not so much as they had known whilst they were Philistines, and they eagerly grasped for the crumbs of knowledge before it was too late. For the last time these youths journeyed to the court. Now instead of being innocent as they were upon their first journey they were learned in all the arts of the world. To their minds had been imparted many valuable things and their eyes had feasted upon holy things. Forgotten by them were the dangers and dragons that had once hovered near them, and in their minds was no fear as to the future. Behold they found that they were looked up to by the new arrivals, and were worshipped as heroes. Yet their heads swelled not and in their own estimation they were as little children. 1 heir leader for this last stay was one whose tongue was as silver and whose cheeks were as rosy as a child’s. Under his leadership they did thrive greatly and were exceeding studious. Thirteen and one days before they were to leave the famous court, they fought their last great battle with a serpent, by name Ethico, who had harrassed them during the last seven and one months of their stay here, and they did overcome him in triumph. And on the fourth day of the sixth month, which is the month of June, they were called before the mighty lord Poteat and there before all the generals did receive recompense for all the trials they had endured. Fie said unto each of them. “Well done, thou good and faithful youth; thou hast been faithful to thy task, and hast conquered many terrible dragons. Behold I give to thee this diploma, which will tell to all the world thy great worth, and which will help to smooth thy path along the rocky roads of life. And so these youths did go into the world to seek their fortunes, but forever clung to them the memory of the court of Edwin. Senior Class Sponsor and Officers Senior Class Motto: Nil Scpcrabil. Colors: Creen and IVhite Favorite Flower: Orchid V. L. FeASTER D. T. Long C. W. Cox . . . W. P. Carson G. W. Cox . . L. H. Raines Miss Ella Dupcnt Maxim: OFFICERS ......................................President ................................Vice-President ....................Secretary) and Treasurer ......................................Historian ...........................................Poet .......................................Prophet .......................................Sponsor You may be what you want to be. MEMBERS Baker, C. A. Black. V. Bowen, L. H, Bridges. W. M. Brown, C. Y. Brown. W. T. Burnett, A. D. Burnett, G. N. Carson, W. P. Cox. G. W. Craic. W. M. Feaster. V. j. L. Hester. H. C. Kerby. L. E. Lee. R. G. Lose. D. T. Machen. E. W. Mancum. G. C. Pl.YLER, J. L. Plyler, J. W. Poteat. J. R. Raines. L. H. Sawyer. W. P. Smith. H. C. Watson. T. H. Clifton Ayres Baker Nichols, South Carolina Cod made him in a hurry on the Trane of the moon. Therefore n e let him pan for a man. Clifton Ayres Baker has been characterized during his four years abode on Furman campus by three things, all of which in fact have become hobbies with him. The first of these is his untiring efforts to improve his mental condition. The next is his loyal devotion to Mangum, his roommate. The other characteristic must not be omitted if one would know Baker. 1 his is the zeal with which he represents the Book Supply Company, of Chicago. After completing courses of studies at the Seminary. Cornell. Yale, Harvard. Edinborough, and a few other noted institutions, he intends risking himself among the cannibals. Wherever he may be. he will always be found working. Member of Adclphian Literary Society; Session Orator '10; in Freshman Improvement Contest 09; Speaker in Inter-Society Oratorical Contest '12; Speaker for Lidc-Mayfield Medal 12; Public Debater 12; President of A. L.. S. fall term '12-’13; Senior Critic of A. L. S. spring term 'I2-'I3; President of Student Volunteer Band 'I2-'I3; Representative of Band and the University at Layman’s Convention. Chattanooga. Tenn.. '13; Member of Y. M. C. A.; Treasurer of Y. M. C. A. fall '12; Member of Judson Memorial Baraca Class. Walter Black Ruffin, South Carolina He wasn't honored, maybe, for his songs of praise were slim, Yet never (new a baby that wouldn't crow for him. Black, the beauty of the class, discovered America at Ruffin, South Carolina. He gets the name of Lord” from his lordly mein on the rostrum. He debates whenever it is possible, but has never been known to bring out a point. He is faithful in classes and sincere in his somewhat radical views. He is an ardent supporter of Cole L. Blease. We will yet have the pleasure of seeing our friend Black a head professor in one of our leading theological seminaries. Member of Philosophian Literary Society. Chaplain fall term '12-'13. Laurence Henry Bowen Pickens. South Carolina To be humble of mind is CoJ's besl gift.” Pickens County is made famous in the annals of Furman by none other than L. H. Bowen, better known as Bohemian. What it takes to make a natural artist Bowen has it. In addition to his philosophical discussions he can tell more fish talcs than all the rest of the Class put together. Moreover, he is an adept along the mathematical line. He is certain to surpass the record of either Newton or Gauss if he is not too far captivated by those speechless messages of a little brunette. Member Philosophian Sociely; Junior Critic fall term ‘I I-'12; Senior Critic fall term 12-13; Vice-President spring term ‘ 12- 13; Class Editor of Bonhomie 12- 13. William Marshall Bridges Landrum. Soulh Carolina “The lines of his face were as Jeep as sin. His features were simply tumbled in.” Wc now present to you our friend Bos Bridges, who made his debut upon this planet at Landrum. South Carolina. He was a babe of wonderful sagacity and when he hit the campus in 1908 his astuteness first found expression. His record as a tennis player is unequalled and his reputation as a singer is without parallel in the history of music. He is an ardent disciple of Cupid and spends much of his time in writing books which he sends to Bannockburn. Wc hope to see his sign, ‘‘Bridges and Brown. Attorneys at Law.” hung out before many years have passed over his head. Member Adclphian Literary Society; Member Y. M. C. A.; Member Judson Memorial Baraca Class; Winner second place Freshman Improvement Contest 09-'l0. 1910-’! I: Vice-President Sophomore Class: Chaplain Adclphian Society; Secretary Y. M. C. A.; Chairman Publication Committee Judson Memorial Baraca Class; Winner Lidc-Mayfield Oratorical Medal: Winner third place in Inter-Society Oratorical Contest; Inter-Society Debater; Public Debater Adclphian Society; Associate F.ditor of Echo. I9II-’I2: Winner of Inter-Society Oratorical Medal; Winner Welborn Five Dollar Gold Piece; Furman’s Representative at State Oratorical Contest; Secretary Adclphian Society fall term; Inter-Society Debater; Senior Critic Adclphian Society spring term; Advertising Manager of Bonhomie. I9I2-'I3: President Spartanburg County Club; Vice-President Lawyer’s Club; Mem- ber Senior Baseball team; Vice-President Adelphian Society; Presiding Officer Inter-Society Debate; Member Inter-Society Relations Committee; Awarded Magna Cum Laude by Adelphian Society; Member Quaternian Club. Clayton Yates Brown Laurens. South Carolina If you arc a man. then lool( upon that which might appal the devil. The only sorrel-topped member of our Class is Cy. but his flaming headgear makes up for the lack of all the rest. Cy was born near Laurens. South Carolina, but strange to say he never brags of the fact. He is a great singer and you may hear his delicate tenor at any time during the day and sometimes at night when he has had good luck with a certain fair damsel who resides near by. but since his “last romp with a tiger” he sings no more. Cy is a good student and makes good marks despite the fact that he takes an annual vacation at the urgent request of the Faculty. We are sure that he will make a great success at his vocation, which he claims is law. May luck go with him. Member of ihe Philosophian Literary Society; Assistant Sergeant-al-Arms Sigma Section '09-'10; Conductor spring term ‘lO-'lt; Senior Critic spring term '11-12; Winner of Allen Graham Medal 10; Public Debater. '11-12, ’I2-’I3; Right Field class baseball team 'II-'I2; Reporter of Athletic Association II-’I2; Associate Editor Furman Echo spring term ‘I I - 12: Member of Y. M. C. A.; Member Judson Memorial Baraca Class; President of Class 11-12; Vice-President Student Body ‘I I- 12; Member of K. O. F.; Member Z. T. A. Literary Club; Member Qualernian Club. Willie Terry Brown McColl, South Carolina Gentle in manner but vigorous in deed. Four days before Christmas, 1893, at Due West, South Carolina, the world fell heir to a precious jewel. I he constant wear of nineteen years has developed him into a graduate. His name is William Terry Brown. Bill, as he is always called, has made the professors sit up and take notice. Just for a kid he is mighty talkative. Bill is sure to rise some day, for he has been eating yeast-cakes for four years. The girl whom he gets or the girl who gets him can truthfully say, I was born under a lucky star ’ When he gets on a high pedestal some day, may he have the joyful and good disposition he has had in the past. Member of Adclphian Lilcrary Society; Center Fielder Freshman Baseball team 09-10; Member of Class Football team ‘I0-’I I ; Scrgcant-at-Arms Adclphian Society fall term 'I2-’I3; Left Fielder of Sophomore Baseball team '10-11; Member Committee of Judges Freshman Improvement Contest A. L. S. I2- I3; Member of Billy-Goat Club ’ll-’tf. Arthur David Burnett Greenwood, South Carolina His actions were frequently blamed. But his character wo� above reproach. It is hard to distinguish this man from his brother. G. N. I hough Arthur is the smaller, he loses nothing in comparison. A more unpretentious and quiet student has never been known on the campus. Arthur speaks only when it is absolutely necessary. His neatness in dress and general behavior and appearance speak loud in proclaiming him a gentleman. Burnett will probably study medicine after leaving the University. George Neel Burnett Greenwood, South Carolina Within the infant rinJ of this small flon cr. Kno lcdgc hath residence and medicine porver. Our old friend G. N. was rescued from the bulrushes in or near Greenwood. South Carolina. G. N.. while yet of a tender age, showed a decided dislike to any person wearing skirts, and he has so developed this trait that now when he sees a girl he fairly flees for shelter. Nevertheless, we have hopes for him. and we are sure that some day when he has become a famous physician, there will be a Mrs. G. N. to enjoy his distinction with him. William Pierce Carson Ridge Springs. South Carolina Oh, what may man within him hide Though angel on the outward side. Pierce, better known as Slim Jim. came to us from Ridge Springs. South Carolina. He is one of F urman’s greatest athletes and has often led his team to victory. Slim Jim stands higher than any other member of his Class—in height—and is especially proud of being looked up to by the fair sex. There never was a time when he was not in love with at least a dozen girls. He is a loyal friend to Chicora and may be found there every time a chance is offered him. He is indeed a dandy good fellow and is liked by everyone. All of us hope for him a most successful career. Member of Adelphian Society; Associate Editor of the Echo 11-'12; Assistant Editor-in-Chief of Echo 12- 13; Marshal of Adelphian Society spring term 'I2-'I3; High Priest of Adelphian Society I2- 13; Member of Y. M. C. A.; Member of Judson Memorial Baraca Class: Secretary of Class 11 - 12; Historian of Class 12 13; Assistant Manager of Tennis I I 12; President of Athletic Association I2- I3; Member of Class Baseball team 09- l0. I0-II. 11 - 12. 12-13: Captain of Class team 12 13; Member of Football team '09-'10; Pitcher on Varsity Baseball team 'lO-'ll. II-'I2; Member of Tennis Club '09- l0; 'I0- I I ; ll- 12; 'I2-'13; Represented Furman at State Inter-Collegiate I ennis Tournament 'I2-'I3; Representative at State Convention for Inter-Collegiate Football '12; Edilor-in-Chief of Bonhomie; Member of Bill Quartet; Member of K. O. F.; Member of B. I. F. George William Cox Belton, South Carolina ”0 manners gentle, of affection mild. In n it a man, simplicity, a child. George was bom of parents at Belton, a suburb of Piedmont, on October 14, 1892. He was a giant in stature at birth and has been so ever since. He is counted as Furman’s greatest athlete. While still young he became interested in the flowers, bubbling brooks, and frauleins, and so naturally developed into a great poet. He has a great brain, and is an excellent student, especially in Philosophy, where he shines with unexampled glory. We are afraid that he will never marry as he is very bashful —but, good luck to you. George. Member Adelphian Literary Society; Recorder, spring term '10-11; Junior Critic spring term II-'I2; Recording Secretary spring term I2-'I3; Local Editor Turman Echo fall and spring terms ‘10 11; Editor-in-Chief II-‘I2; Winner of Echo Medal '10 11; Class F.ditor of Bonhomie II; same ’12; Secretary and Treasurer of Class 'lO-’ll; Vice-President II- 12; Secretary. Treasurer, and Poet 'I2-’I3; Recording Secretary of Y. M. C. A. I2-’I3; President of Judson Memorial Baraca Class fall term 12-13; Class Monitor I0-'II; Commencement Usher II and 12; lug Mistoriae of the Vile Tugs Club '13; Member of Quaternion Club. William Marshall Craig Anderson, South Carolina And mhen he entered every goose The asses brayed at one another; Began to cackle lilfe the deuce, T mas plain the creatures smelt a brolhei Moon is little, but he is most positively loud. Not only is he loud in looks but he is loud in voice and in his declarations of love for the fairest of maidens. Moon has un- doubtedly been one of the most popular boys in college since his arrival here, and the fellows have shown their confidence in him by giving him many offices. As he is more in love than any other fellow in College he has been made president of the Married Men's Club. He asserts that after graduating he will obtain a pastorate at Batesburg, South Carolina. Member Adclphian Literary Society; Chaplain Adelphian Society fall term 10-11; Marshal Adelphian Society 'I0-’II; Winner second place in Lide-Mayficld Oratorical Contest 10 11; Speaker in Inter-Society Oratorical Contest ‘II; Junior Critic Adelphian Society fall term 'II-'I2; Senior Censor spring term 11-12; Inter-Society Debater II-'I2; Member of Committee of Judges on Freshman Improvement Medal Contest 'I2-’I3; Vice-President Adelphian Society fall term '12 13; President of Adelphian Society spring term ’12-’13; Senior Critic Adclphian Society fall term 'I2-‘I3; Public Debater I0-'I I ; Reader at Public Meeting ll-’12; Extempore Speaker at Public Meeting '12-13; Presiding Officer at Rally Meeting of Literary Societies 'll; Chairman Executive Committee Adelphian Society '12-13; Member of Inter-Society Relations Committee, ‘I!-’I2; Inter-Society Debater, 11-12. I2-'I3; Representative at State Convention to secure Intercollegiate Football; Member V. M. C. A.; President Y. M. C. A. 10 11; Leader Mission Study Class 10-11. 'I I -12; President Judson Memorial Baraca Class spring term 'll-'12; Assistant Editor-in-Chief Echo 'lO-'ll; Business Manager Bonhomie 12- 13; Represented Furman at Intercollegiate Tennis Iourncy, 09. 12; Assistant Manager Tennis Association 'I I-' 12; Manager Baseball team 'I0-’II. 11 - l 2; President of Student Body 'I2 'I3; President of Sophomore Class; President Anderson County Club; Member Qualernian Club. William Lfxg Feastkr Union, South Carolina Why then Jo you wallf as if you haJ swallowed a ramrod? When it comes to business ability, no one exceeds our old friend Bill, better known by his associates as Leggs. He came to our terrestrial globe a little while after the war, and since has made numerous friends, particularly among the fairer sex. As to oratory. Bill could easily surpass W. J. Bryan, but his head is bent in another direction. Speaker in Wharton Contest 09-10; Winner of second place in Inter-Society Oratorical Contest lO-'ll ; Winner of McMillan Medal 10-11; Inter-Society Debater; Winner second place in Oratorical Contest; Senior Critic (Gamma Section) fall term in Philosophian Society; I reasurer (Gamma Section) Philosophian Society spring term; Circulation Manager Bonhomie; Corresponding Secretary of Y. M. C. A.; First Tenor on Furman Glee Club II-’I2; President (Gamma Section) Philosophian Society fall term; Senior Censor of same spring term; Manager of Baseball team: Executive Committeeman S. C. I. O. A.; Winner of Inter-Society Debater's Medal; Winner of Inter-Society Orator's Medal; Furman's Representative in State Oratorical Contest; President of Senior Class 12-13. Henry Clayton Hester Rutherfordton. North Carolina ‘'Search me and l(now me and I will abide by the decision. Buck was born on December 12, 1884, near Rutherfordton. North Carolina, where he lived until he was about seventeen years of age; then he came to South Carolina. His school career began at Buffalo Graded School. Later he went to Pacolet Graded School, and from there to the Spartan High School, where he graduated in 1909. In the fall of 1909 he entered the Freshman Class at Furman University. At Furman he has always stood for the right. Fie is an earnest student and a good fellow. What more could we ask of Buck? Member Philosophian Literary Society: Member Y. M. C. A.: Member of Volunteer Band; Leader Volunteer Band 'll; President City Volunteer Union '12; President Sigma Section Philosophian Literary Society fall term 'I2-‘I3. Leonard Earley Kerby Greenville, South Carolina “What a fool I n as to thrust my head in such a noose.' Kerby first began to worry in his brain about math on the 8th day of February, 1884, at Princeton. South Carolina. In Kerby we have wrapped in one cover over six feet of the entire Class. He is made up on the Ichabod Crane style, that is. loosely put together and long drawn out. It has been told on Kerby that his feet have often sent wireless questions to his head inquiring what kind of weather prevailed there. But he has characteristics which make up for his lack of beauty and is loved and respected by all who know him. It is said that he makes a loving father and husband; but the following rhyme disproves this: There was a tall fellow named Kerby. He made eyes at a girl named Irby. When his wife found it out. She put him to rout. And with a rolling pin mashed in his derby. Member Philosophian Society. Chaplain spring 10; fall ’ll; spring ‘13. Robert Green Lee Fort Mill, South Carolina He is complete in feature ami minJ. IVith all goo l ftracc to grace a gentleman. Bob is a strange mixture. He is a good preacher, a good writer, a good athlete, and a good joker. Bob declares that he has never kissed a lady, but although he is a preacher wc can’t help taking this statement with several grains of salt, for if he had done the kissing act he couldn’t afford to acknowledge the fact. We are looking for great things from him, and arc sure that some day he will be one of F urman’s most famous alumni. '09-’l0: President of Freshman Class; Junior Critic Philosophian Literary Society spring term. ’10; Winner of second place in Inter-Society Oratorical Contest; Class Historian; Senior Critic Phil-osophian Society fall term '10; Literary Editor Echo fall term 10; Alumni Editor Echo spring term 'll; Representative of P. L. S. in Inter-Society Oratorical Contest 'll; Captain of I rack team 11 12: Winner of Inter-Society Debater’s Medal '12; Recording Secretary of P. L. S. spring term 12; President Y. M. C. A. '12; President P. L. S. spring term '13; Edilor-in-Chicf Furman Echo 12- 13. Dave Tarver Long Greenville, South Carolina All nature wears a universal grin. Shorty next comes in our line and it is with delight that we attempt a short history of him. He is a Greenvillian by birth, but we would hardly say that he is a “villian, although he may be a trifle green as far as the ladies are concerned. Dave, although bashful, makes it up for his backwardness in willingness and we have hopes that he will be married by the time he is fifty years old. His actions in the sphere of love have been very noticeable of late and we are beginning to fear for his well being. Shorty is a good student and a hard worker, and we are sure he will succeed in life. Member Adelphian Society; Recorder fall lerm I I-'12; Corresponding Secretary spring term 12- 13; Junior Critic spring term 12-13: Athletic Editor fall term '11-‘12: Exchange Editor spring term 12-13; Vice-President Senior Class: Member Publication Committee of Adelphian Society History. Ernest William Machen Laurens, South Carolina Company, company, villainous company have been ihe spoil of me. Mach hails from the town of Laurens, but he has constantly been known to remark that Florida, the land of honey and flowers, is his favorite land. Mach has many notable accomplishments, among them being his singing, his writing, and his deep and profound knowledge of flirtology. He is also very adept in cutting classes, and is always on hand with what he thinks is a passable excuse. Nevertheless, he is a jolly good fellow and is liked by all. He means to be a lawyer, but we can see for him only a marriage to some wealthy widow and a life of luxury. Member of ihe Philosophian Literary Society; Member of Furman Glee Club '09-10, '10-11; Member K. O. F. Club; Member Z. T. A. Club 'I I-’12; Member Class Baseball team 09-’l0, 'I0-'II. 11 12. '12-13; Editor of the Bonhomie 'II-'I2, I2-‘I3; Reporter of the Athletic Association '12-13; Member of the Bill Quartet 'I2-'I3; Chairman Executive Committee of Philosophian Society 'I2-'I3; Member of Y. M. C. A.; Member of Judson Memorial Baraca Class; Member B. I. F. Club; Public Declaimer 'I I-’12; Secretary of Student Body 'I I-'12. Grover Cleveland Mangum Saluda, South Carolina “If you have tear , prepare to shell them non'.” Back in those days of which few can remember there was born on August 28. 1884, in Augusta. Georgia, no other than our old friend. G. C. Mangum. Since entering Furman he has done excellent work in the class-room as well as on the athletic field. Although our old friend has seen the decades pass, he’ll get married. When he gets his hair brushed, a shave, and his face washed, he is some Senior, hie has often related an experience he had at a G. F. C. reception. A beautiful blonde said to G. C.. I hear something pumping inside of you.” G. C. replied. “ I hat’s my heart; ain t your’s pumping too?” He hasn’t given up the fight at all. for he often says there s a woman for every man. Sergeant-at-Arms of Adelphian Literary Society fall 1911. of which Society he i a member; Chaplain Adelphian Society spring 1912; Member of Y. M. C. A. and of Ministerial Band; Speaker in Preliminary Oratorical Contest 1913. John I-aney Plyler Greenville. South Carolina He declared he l(ne� nothing except the fact of his ignorance. On the 12th day of January. 1894. the residents of Greenville were puzzled by a loud, wailing sound. Some said it was a saw-mill being operated, others said a cotton-mill whistle had been tied down, while still others held that it was both. But when the wailing continued over night a search was instituted, and the sound was found to come from John L. Plyler. who was celebrating his own birthday. Since that time John has continued to create disturbance in and around his parental domicile. Most of the trouble he causes is on the baseball field, where the opposing batters wonder if he has a cannon up the sleeve of his left arm. He is a congenial fellow and holds a warm place in the hearts of all his classmates. Member of ihe Adelphian Literary Society; Contestant in Freshman Improvement Contest 10- II; Contestant for McMillan Medal. ’12; Usher A. L. S. Public Meeting II-’I2: Contestant in Inter-Society Oratorical Contest '13; Usher Baccalaureate sermon. ’12; Corresponding Secretary A. L. S. fall term. 12-13; Member of Lawyer s Club. 11-12; Judge on Fresh-Soph Oratorical Contest. 12- 13; Present at every Chapel exercise 09-’l0; Present at every Chapel exercise 10-11; Member Soph Baseball team ’ll; Member Junior Baseball team 12; Member Senior Baseball team 13; Member Varsity Baseball team 12; Member Varsity Baseball team 13; Member Senior Football team fall term 12-13; Winner of Baseball throw 12; Winner of second place in shot-put 12; Member of A. L. S. Executive Committee spring term ’I2-’I3. James William Plyler Greenville, South Carolina 7 oirn a mule, it's the first mule I ever hail anJ n ill he the last one—my mind is my mule. Bill was born on September 27. 1891, in the thriving little town of Travelers Rest. His family moved to Greenville, of course bringing Bill along, and to neither him nor his family has there been much rest since. In the fall of ’99 he entered Central School and completed the course there in '09 with high honors, having led the entire male clement of his class. He is very popular among the students as is shown by his various nicknames, among which are Bill. Bull, and Millionaire. Bill’s favorite occupation consists in accosting some student on the campus and detaining him with a thirty-minute philosophical discourse, in which there is more Bull than philosophy. John Robinson Poteat Greenville, South Carolina So tvijc to young, they ay, Jo not live long. J. R. came to us from the North, but he has spent most of his school days in the Mountain City. He has made himself famous in many ways, but more especially in baseball and in his dealings with the fair sex. J. R.’s general topic of conversation is “My Lady.” as he calls her, and in this connection, for some reason, he always mentions the city of Columbia. J. R. is a fine fellow and a good worker. We all hope that he will succeed in his ambition to be the greatest philosopher of his day. Member Adelphian Society: Member Y. M. C. A.; Class Editor Bonhomie '09-’l0. In ’09-’l0: Secretary and Treasurer Freshman Class; Center Freshman Football team. 'I0-‘II: Left Tackle Fresh-Soph Football team; Member Glee Club. 11 - 12: Treasurer Glee Club; Athletic Editor of Echo; Marshal A. L. S. fall term; Session Orator A. L. S.; First Base of Baseball; Member of Glee Club Quartette; Member Galology Club. 12- l 3: junior Critic A. L. S. fall term; Senior Censor A. L. S. spring term; Business Manager Echo; Captain and First Base Baseball team. Luther Henry Raines Taylors, South Carolina C vc me that man Thai is not passion's slave, anil I null wear him In my heart's core, ay! in my heart of hearts as I Jo thee! In the spring of 1887 Buck began life near Taylors, South Carolina. His early school days were spent in the schools near his home, but in 1907 he entered the North Greenville High School. Graduating from this institution in 1909, he began his career at Furman in the fall of the same year, and has faithfully pursued his course. Buck is already an earnest pastor, and is to be a great preacher some day. The key-word to this man is sincerity. Member Philosophian Society. Gamma Section; Standard Bearer spring term 'I0-’I I ; Treasurer fall term '11 - 12; Senior Censor fall term I2-'I3; Vice-President spring term ’12 13; Member V. M. C. A.; Vice-President 12 13; President Bonhomie Association 12-13. William Pervis Sawyer Ridge Springs, South Carolina “For a woman is a giddy thing, and ihis is my conclusion.'' Bill started his vocation from which he gets the sobriquet, Hcartbreaker, at Ridge Springs. South Carolina, something less than a score of years ago. He has several hobbies, but the two chief ones are using Elcaya’s Beauty Cream. and cultivating his pompadour. Yet with all this Bill has found time to develop into a champion tennis player, and a general utility man in all lines. We look forward to Bill as a leading physician. Member Adelphian Literary Society; Member Freshman Baseball team 09; Sophomore team ‘10; Junior team ’ll; Senior team 12; Assistant Chief Toragcr L. O. F. Club; Member Judson Memorial Baraca Class; Member Y. M. C. A.; Vice-President Doctor's Club I I12; Member Tennis Club '09-’l0. '!I-’I2. 12- 13; Manager Tennis team 'II-’I2; Represented Furman in Inter-Collegiate Tournament ’I 1 - 12. ’I2-'I3; Vice-President South Carolina Inter-Collegiate Tennis Association 'I2-’I3; Member of Bill Quartet; Member K. O. F.; Member Quaternian Club. Hartwkll Conway Smith Greer, South Carolina A y fool t as never of a divine proportion, and as for my face nature made it against her rvishes. H. Conway Smith, or Big Smith for short, is known in this world principally on account of his pedal extremities. He is always late to class, and one day when the professor asked him the reason why, he replied that he had so much more to carry than the others that he necessarily came in late. Big Smith, although always late, always manages to get there and we are sure when the last roll is called he will have at least a part of himself on hand. Member of the Philosophian Society. Vice-President fall term 'I2-’I3; President spring term 12-13. Thomas Harris Watson Latta, South Carolina “Those vho visit to appear vise among fools. Among the vise seem foolish. T. H. was bom on March 9. 1888. in Marion County. When he was but lour years of age his parents moved to their present home near Latta, Dillon County. He started his school career at Dalcho Graded School, and continued his pursuit of knowledge at this place until ’05. Later he entered Latta High School, graduating from that institution in '09. He became a student at Furman in the fall of ’09. and has done faithful work here since. Although T. H. has never led his class, he has the distinction, as he told one of his professors, of never flunking on a fair examination. Member of Adclphian Literary Society; Member Y. M. C. A.; Member of Student Volunteer Band; Winner of Improvement Medal. Class Prophecy NE morning during that extremely dry season that the farmers of lower South Carolina will remember almost burned their corn into black ashes in the summer of 1943, a rather stout man drove up before the country store of “Burnett Brothers, Dealers in Staple and Fancy Groceries, Shoes, , Feed and Notions.” He clambered out of the buggy, tied his horse, and mopping his face with the handkerchief he had just taken from around his neck, he proceeded up the rickety three steps, carrying a huge drummer’s grip, which was covered with advertisements of patent medicines. 1 he town constable and his cohort of deputies, who were gossiping about the door, eyed him suspiciously as he stumbled up the steps, and to his query as to who was boss of the establishment, the constable jerked a chubby thumb toward a sleepy individual who was coming slowly from the rear of the dingy building. “Well I’ll be hanged, dryly observed the proprietor, “Come here, George. Here’s Walter Black selling Carter’s Cod Liver Oil. Whereupon George Burnett joined his brother Arthur, who was enthusiastically shaking Black’s hand. Black recognized his old classmates after a period of puzzled reflection. Well, he observed, I never would have looked for you two boys here, although I do believe I heard something once about you boys setting up in business. Heard from any of the boys? Well. I should say so. Let’s go over there under that big tree, it’s sorter hot here, and I’ll tell you about ’em. I’ve seen nearly all of them since I was married. You remember Bos Bridges who roomed with Cy Brown back there in the teens? When I was in New York last month buying my winter stock of drugs. I went to see him. He and Cy are set up as lawyers. Bridges seems to be doing most of the work, but they’re doing well, I guess. I see that Bridges has just about proved that Harry Thaw isn’t crazy and Brown has proposed a police system that is working fine and seems to be making him rich. He’s got the prettiest little red-headed daughter he calls Maggie that I mighty near ever saw, and my! Bridges’ office was crammed with kids. I see, said Arthur Burnett, ejecting an inundating shower of Brown Mule amber, by the county paper this mornin’, thet Bowen has been called back to Furman to assist Professor Payne in the teachin’ of math! Didn’t say nothin’ 'bout him bringing his family with him, so I reckon he ain’t got one yit. You hearn about him teaching arithmetic over there in Pickens County for twenty years without a convert yit, I reckon. No, responded Black, baiting a blue bottle fly into eternity with his derby, but I was reading the Missionary) Revenue of the World last week and saw where Clifton Baker is doing a great work among the cannibals in China. He’s been bothering the president of China for some diplomatic service, I hear, so’s he can move. Maybe he Hats, Grain doesn’t like his station, but 1 hear he’s doin’ well, and it does look like he might want to stay, don’t it?” “Sure docs. ventured George Burnett, but that ain’t no worse than Bill Brown did; he has taught astronomy in twelve different schools since he graduated. It may be his rovin’ disposition and agin it may not, but I’d hate to move about. He must think he’s a planet and must move in an orbit with all his little Brown satellites, and I hear he’s sure got a pasel of 'em. He’s working on a new planetesima! hypothesis.” At these words, overheard by the constable, there was considerable stir among his crowd, which was only settled when George told them that they weren’t even thinking about them, much less cussin’ ’em. “By the way,” interrupted Black. I got a letter from Pierce Carson yesterday, asking me if I didn’t want to advertise my drugs in his paper. You know lie’s editing that Pittsburg daily paper called From Pillar to Post. I see his editorials are pretty good. He’s got a sorter social vein running through them and I’m not sure whether lie is a socialist or a sociablist. He must be sociable though, ’cause he was speaking about the joys of married life in one place.” Speakin’ of writin’, what’s George Cox doin'?” inquired George after his heated repartee with the rural police officer. Why, he’s quit writing now, I think. responded Black. Everybody thought he would 'cept George himself, and I don’t know who convinced him. He succeeded Dr. Creighton as professor of philosophy at Cornell. You know George made like he knew a heap about philosophy when he was in college and I reckon he kept it up till nobody couldn’t bear him, so they put him to teaching it.” Your mention of selling drugs and advertisin’ in a paper makes me recollect what a feller from Latta told me about T. H. Watson. He learned to be a doctor and went to China as a missionary he said. They say the work that he did was worsc’n all them plagues and famines and floods that they have seen in a long time. 1 he Chinese board of health finally advised him to confine his labors to a spiritual field and let the sick die a natural death. He said that he was still continuing his demonstrations in spite of the Chinks. Don’t know what they’ll have to do with him. Give him a government job of suppressin’ revolts. I reckon.” At this point the conversation was interrupted by a huge footed farmer who went into the store. George Burnett left his two companions to go and negotiate a sale with lumbering agricola. Black noticed that he said Mornin’, Big Smith.” as he greeted the customer and proceeded to sell him a plow share, a quid of Brown Mule and a box of sulphur matches. After the purchaser had gone away as silently as he had come up, followed by a mangy cur, George returned to the other two and said: “ I het’s H. C. Smith. You remember him, don't you? He’s runnin’ a farm down the road a piece. Runnin it in the ground, I reckon, though that’s where most farmers run ’em, ain’t it now? He’s getting sourer and having less to say since his cattle are all dying of I exas tick. He never has gotten over the way Dr. Fletcher used to cut him off in philosophy, and besides that they tell me that he and his ole' woman don’t get along like two kittens, although I don’t know an’ ain’t disposed to gossip for political reasons.” Political reasons.” interrupted Black, “you’re not goin’ into politics are you? I guess I be. We’re all fired tired of having Bill Sawyer sheriff of this county. You know he run fer legislature and senate and everything he could from the time he graduated. He had a mighty convincin' way of making speeches and he run so much that people thought maybe he was just running for fun. ’stead of for office and so they jest elected him sheriff and he’s ben holding down that job fer mighty nigh fifteen years. I ain’t announced myself a candidate fer the office yit, but several influential citizens has been after me quite hot. What are Hester and Raines doing now? queried Black, for fear that George’s political aspiration would preclude further talk on the classmates of ’13. They’ve been holdin’ revivals around here for several years. We’ve been trying to persuade them to move to the neighborin’ county since we’ve all done got so good over here. They take turn about leadin’ the singin’ and preachin' and although I never heard ’em together, or separate fer that matter, they say they’s helpin’ the Kingdom right along.” Here Arthur took a fresh chew, pulled his hat over his eyes and resumed an attitude of attempted sleep. I saw Bob Lee in New York too, said Black. He’s editing the Outlook. He was sorter on the style of Ly Abbot, preacher and writer, and he’s got a corps and ex-presidents and such like about him. and is making lots of money. His editorials on the country folks always appealed to me. who was raised on a farm. You know Bob was quite fond of the gentry himself. Did you ever read about the Plyler Brothers? interrupted Black. “ They have joined partnership and are building aeroplanes. You know John had a great wing that served him well in baseball days, and Willie was at times flighty in philosophy, and these two characteristics have made them more famous than the Wright Brothers. I see where Willie made an altitude record for driving with his eyes shut, of six million miles, and didn't hit a planet or nothin’. You know that’s wonderful, ain’t it? John gave Furman a billion dollars for the establishment of a chair of aerial investigation, so the Echo says. ”1 hear that Moon Craig’s college course culluminatcd in matrimony.” said George after a pause of fifteen minutes. Yes, said Black, “and since that time we haven’t heard much about him. He started in Y. M. C. A. work and then went to preaching and last I heard he was athletic director at Sterling Industrial Institute. You know he did a heap of that sort of work when he was at school. Yep, said Arthur, somewhat aroused from his nap, but speaking of athletics, what ever came of John Poteat? I heard he played first base on some Bush League team somewhere. Is it true that he is running a Chinese laundry in Columbia under the name of Lee Lynn? ‘‘So I understand, said Black, and old Dave Long is running a bakery next door. He has invented those famous Long Rolls and is making a decent living I understand. You know he’s married twice, one after the other, and has no telling how many mouths to supply bread for. Dave was a good one, wasn’t he? Bill Feaster was speakin’ of him the other day, said George. You know that Bill has become such a famous Baptist preacher that the brethren got jealous of him and made him be a Methodist. He’s riding a circuit arouud here and drops in on us once a month. Fie doesn’t look much different, only older of course, but that’s natural.” Fie was telling me that Machen has finally finished law school and gotten tired of it already and gone to farmin’ up there around Laurens. I can’t say I’m surprised, although I am disappointed. He had so much promise, but I’m afraid it was a broken promise. He married a rich widow, so what does he care anyway? Mangum. you know, is pastor of our local church. Here he comes now, on his way to see Kerby’s wife. Kerby teaches school about two miles down the road, and I hear the missus ain’t right well. Well, good-bye. boys. I’ll call Mangum and take him down in my buggy. Hey, Grover, wait a minute —and to the Burnett brothers— Well, I’ll see you again. Luck to you both, and so saying Black unhitched the horse, piled in the buggy with Mangum and drove off slowly. Well, I declare.” said Arthur, getting up and adjusting his trousers, he forgot to say anything about his medicine to us. Jest like him. though. And so saying he strolled toward the store, followed by his brother. E. M. P.. Jr. Junior Junior Class Sponsor and Officers Junior Class Motto: Resolved. A ever lo Marry Colors: .Glue and White Simpson. J. H. Anderson, J. T. . Truluck. J. M. . Mitchell, F. W. Miss Hester Richie OFFICERS . . . . President . . Pice-President Secretary and Treasurer . . • . Historian .................Sponsor Aiken. J. B. Allen, W. K. Anderson. J. T. Carter. W. W. Chappel. L. N.. Jr. Childres. J. P. Crain, E. B. Easley. J. A. Foreman. A. A. Forman. A. G.. Jr. Gardner. E. E. Hammond. W. M. Holley, H. E. Irby. C. W. Jackson. J. E. King. A. L. Loadholt. W. R. MEMBERS Milford. C. O. Miller. J. B. Mitchell. F. W. Owings. J. E. Patterson, C. W. Sapoch. M. F. Scarborough. O. C.. Jr. Simpson. J. H. Skinner. A. C. Skinner, R. G. Smith. D. T. Steedley. H. F. Sullivan. C. S.. Jr. Truluck. J. M. Walker. J. L. Workman. B. J. Ziecler. W. Junior Class Junior Class Junior Sketches (1) A is for Aiken, Allen and Anderson. No trio in school do we find more handsome. In math and in physics they always excell. But in English and Latin they do not so well. (2) B stands for books, which we sometimes hate When we have to sit up and bone until late. But Chappcl and Carter never do care Since they see their's only once in a year. (3) C is for Crain, an orator rare. And enormous pate with shocks of red hair. But of this Junior—’lis sad to relate— We fear he will never get a suitable mate. (4) D is for donkey—there is braying in air! Lo. our friend Paul Childres doth appear. With an air so happy, a face so bright It seems that he has never known dark night. (3) E is for Easley so modest and true, Who sticks lo his tasks as though they were glue But an orator is he. and a math shark as well— And he winneth the girls I am proud to tell. (6) F stands for Foreman and Furman. Those two great students of German. But of the ladies their knowledge is rare. Falling in love only ten times a year. (7) G is for Gardner, that studious old guy. Who always plays tennis while others stand by. But he loves the ladies with a heart so dear Thai it even makes other brave Juniors fear. (8) H is for Hammond and Holley The one so sedate, the other so jolly. In philosophy and football they always excel But of their future very few can tell. (9) I is for a dignified Junior named Irby Who never goes to town without his derby. But of all things he hopes, as I must relate— Is to find enough knowledge to stuff in his pate. (10) J is for Jackson, a fair figured youth. Who's a man of distinction in all things in truth. A singer, a speaker, a fierce lady's man. And in every respect of the best in our clan. (11) K is for Koenig, as Dutchman would say. But just Aaron King's the American way. As a lover at night in the light of the moon On his mandolin often he grinds out a tune. (12) L stands for Loadholt or Jimmy or Lert Who's a mut and a simple, a cut and a flirt. Down math's devious ways he's ne'er known to pass. But we re certainly proud that he’s one of our Class. (,3) M stands for Milford a mullet or mut. Each has a long nose and a mouth never shut. It stands also for Miller, whose nickname is Greek— He’s Apollo, and Socrates, handsome and meek. (14) N stands for nuisance, a very synonym For F. W. Mitchell, for that is just him. He rings loud the bell in the ivy-clad tower. Though his watch is ne'er right, it can guess at the hour. (15) O— for initial that stands for a man Who’s the whiteheadedest lobster in all of our clan. His last name is Owings. his first name is Earl. And gives twenty-five hugs every day to his girl. 06) P stands for Patterson, well known as Pat. With a brain like a plate and face like a rat. He spends all his time at his study for class. (That's a lie but dont' call it—the bluff's going to pass). 07} Q— for quintessence of everything fine Would apply to Scarborough, the next on our line. His nickname is Scabby, and it’s his delight To scuffle at football and raise sand at night. (18) R stands for rum-head, but Simpson's the guy— And the reason he's simple, why no one knows why. He can sing like a sparrow and speak like a Clay. And’s a general good sport in every old way. (19) S is for Skinner, initials A. C.. Who plays football like fury and grinds like a bee. Though not big as a mountain, nor small as a hill. He's beef in the pasture that's not fit to kill. (20) T stands for Talker and Skinner called Dick Is the man this applies lo. and likely ’twill stick. He’s a clumsy old lobster from Florida's clime. And he’s raising a rough house most all the time. (21) U meaning useful is Stecdly’s first name. And to join our bold ring, we’re glad that he came. He will do any stunt most to help out a friend. And in love he is ardent and true to the end. (22) V stands for vigorous Charles Sullivan Who must be, it seems, a remarkable man. He’s brainy, and handsome, and striking in face. And right at the first is worthy a place. (23) W for Truluck a wily young wop. Who’s little in figure, but up at the top. He seems most at home while he plays basket-ball. And lo find one better is a job not small. (24) X for exactness—that Walker is Lynn. Who does his work rightly, through thick and through thin. If you’re looking for brains just look up this bear. Who has no blame money, he’s got 'em to spare. (25) Y is for young sprout a Workman, B. J. Who’s a lobster at least a good part of the day. He tries to do everything—baseball and sing. But success in these lines is a quite different thing. (26) Z stands for Ziegler, the last of our crowd. Who’s a good one to end with—but don’t say it loud. Billy's a lover unique, since he’s got him a girl In all parts of the State and most of the world. Any Boy to Any Mother Whatever is good in the life I have lived— Whatever is free from stain— Is due in part to the love you have given. And is due in part to your pain. D. N. Sophomore Sophomore Class Sponsor and Officers Sophomore Class Class Colors: Purple and Cold Motto: Audirt ct Audiri G. W. Campbell C. H. Tinsley J. W. Watts . C. I. Truluck CLASS OFFICERS . . . . Praidcnl . . . Vice-President Secretary and Treasurcr . . . . Historian Adams. R. W. SOPHOMORE CLASS ROLL Floyd, L. H. Mobley, M. R. Allen, J. R. Foy. L. N. Mullikin, Ai.len. H. Funk, M. W. Myers, W. M. Baccott. J. L. Gambrell. B. P. Nelson, G. O. Ballentine, H. Givens, E. L. Pow. J. C. Bates. W. L. Goodwin, J. F. Sample. W. B. Broom, J. H. Greene. C. C. Sauls. D. E. Brown, J. A. Ham, C. H. Shei.or. T. B. Brown. J. C. Henderson. E. H. Simpson, F. T. Brown, J. S. Hodcens, H. M. Simms. C. F. Campbell. G. W. Langston, H. L. Stalls, E. R. CASTON, J. B. Lester. M. Tinsley, C. H. Crow, E. R. Lewis. A. J. Truluck. C. 1. Dodson, L. D. Lincle, B. B. Vauchn, E. C. Drake, F. F. Lindsey. W. G. Watkins, H. P. Drummond, W. L. Lockman. H. D. Watts, J. W. Duckett, C. R. Lupo. J. F. Welchel. S. E. Dusenberry. J. D. Martin, W. P. Wilhite. P. Bates Mobley, G. O. HANDY HANDLES Brown, J. S Midget Drummond Dusenberry Gamoreli Phil Goodwin Sophomore Class Sophomore Ci ass History of Sophomore Class HE Class of '15 is justly famous in many respects. Ever since their members congregated for the first time in the Judson Alumni Hall, on one beautiful September morning, they have attracted attention by their aggressiveness in study, in athletics, and in literary work. Soon after arriving at college they organized, despite the opposition of the Sophomores, and elected Caston as their leader, a man who soon won the admiration and respect of all the students. Under his leadership they thrived and soon became known as one of the best Freshman Classes that had ever been at Furman. After nine months of pleasure and pain, the latter being principally airy flights at night and a gentle application of a belt to exterior portions. they made their way home for a vacation of three months, but with determination to come back the next year and obtain revenge for past insults. When the old bell began ringing for ninetecn-thirteen the Class reassembled. But alas, many of their best men were missing. Undaunted by this misfortune, however, they went to work and after arranging their classes, electing Campbell as their leader for the year, they proceeded to put back in their places a few rats who were abnormally fresh. This being done, they settled down to good hard work, and have been at it ever since. The Class of ’15 is especially noted for its brotherly spirit and its characteristic “stick togetherness. The following verse reflects the feeling that we have as the year draws to a close: Bui when a crony lakes your hand In farewell lo address you. He drops all foreign lingo. And simply says. God bless you! Freshman Freshman Class Sponsor and Officers Freshman Class Motto: Melius non esse quam non esse cxcchum Colors: Rcil aiul Bloch OFFICERS John Rf.id Boldridce William Franklin Cox. Jr. Lee Watson Milford John Lipscomb . . . Philip Talmacf. Askins . Miss Dorothy Mahon . . . President Vice-President . Secretary . Treasurer . Historian . . Sponsor Allen. Marion Lucas Allison, William Alexander Andrews. Fred Wester Askins, Philip Talmage Baker, Carlyle 11. Bates. Robert Drayton Boldridce. Chauncey Henry Boldridce. John Reid Bonner. John Calvin Boyd. Edwin Browninc. Paul Browne. James Courtney. Jr. Burnett. Claude Hughey Burnett. James Floyd Campbell, Claud Wallace Chapman. B. Edgar Coleman, Bf.n Patrick Conyers. William Prestly Cox. Calhoun W. Cox. William Franklin, Jr. DeLorme. Benjamin Keitt Derrick, Willie Drake, Franklin Pierce Drummond, Franklin Pierce Drummond. James Martin Durham. Richard Ferris Durst, Thomas Nicholson Edwards. A. Fulton Estes. Amos Curtis CLASS ROLL Etheredce. Georce Otis Finklea. Orion L. Fortner. Alver Blytiie Fortener. James Matthew Gibson, Walter J.. Jr. Gregory. William Thurlow Harper. Thomas Bailey Hill. Otis McBride Hunt. Rf.xford Hutchinson, Manley E. Hyman, John G. Jf.rnican, John M. Jeter. Ryan James. Jr. Jones, Ralph Spencer Jones, Wayland Brooks Kay, Charles Spurceon Kennedy. W. Robert Kinc. Herbert I Iawkins League. Robert Ferriman Lipscomb. John Lockwood. Charlie Madden Lonc. M. B. Milford. Lee Watson Miller. John Covington Mobley. Francis Burnett Moore. Paul Alexander Moseley, Sam Olliphant Osborne. John Broadus Owincs. Roy Bobo Owincs. Tcm Calvin Patton, Melvin Glees Pearce, Henry Albert Peeples, Herbert C. Perry, Nelson Peters, LeRoy Phillips. Hoyt Spurceon Rankin, Milledge Thf.ron Richardson. Allen Raymond Robertson, Frederick Clay Rogers, Asa Floyd Sally. Gary Sccccins. Bunyan Seymour. J. S. Shaw. Frwin James Sincley. Jake Smith. Charles W. Snead. F.dward Keith Sompayrac. D. M. Tate. Malcolm Irving Tisdale. H. G. Tomlinson. Irby Eugene Truett. Earle Clifton Watkins, Wester Royden Whatley, Jesse E. Whatley, John Preston Whitaker, William Franklin Williams. Ferris M. Wocd. Joseph Graves Yarley, Raymond Lauree WHO’S WHAT Greenest Man ................................... Biggest Sport................................... Ugliest Man..................................... Handsomest Man ................................. Man Who Thinks He's Handsomest Man Smartest Man.................................... Laziest Man..................................... Most Scientific Logger.......................... Biggest Eaters ................................. Best Athlete.................................... Biggest Man..................................... Smallest Man.................................... Most Studious .................................. Volunteer Foreign Mission Band . Biggest Liar.................................... Best Short-Story Writer ........................ Most Bashful.................................... Most in Love.................................... Cutest Man...................................... Most Concerned About Sponsor . Biggest Smoker.................................. Best Crap Shooter............................... Best Poker Player............................... Biggest Spendthrift............................. Biggest Preacher ............................... Man in Need of Bath Tub......................... Biggest Chicken Lifter.......................... Tomlinson Askins Lipscomb Leacue Jernican Mobley, W. B. Jones. W. F. Cox Robertson W. F. Cox Hoc” Allen. F. P. Drummond Etheredce Campbell Snead DeLorme Tate. Pearce, R. S. Jones J. R. Boldridge Askins Sally Hutchinson Kennedy J. R. Boldridce Lipscomb R. B. Owings Grecory SomPAYRAC Drake Moseley J. R. Boldridce Freshman Class Sv - History of The Freshman Class N September 18. 1912, nearly a hundred stalwart young men bade farewell to their old homes and loved ones and started out for Furman. When they arrived they were cordially greeted by the reception committee and others of the old men. The first night and many a succeeding night were fraught with fear and terror for the new men. The old men visited the new men regularly and the latter soon found their places. The first social event which the Freshmen were allowed to participate in was the reception at the First Baptist Church. The Class turned out in full force on this occasion. after every man of it had secured the necessary credentials, that is, a piece of green ribbon. The G. F. C. girls also turned out in great numbers and ever as a lonely ‘'rat” met another lonely as himself, everlasting contracts of loyalty and friendship were formed. • Dr. Potcat gave a reception for the Freshmen which will never be forgotten by them. Never has the Class as a whole or any individual member enjoyed a social gathering as much. The Freshman Class has distinguished itself in all departments of College work and activities. In football and baseball the Freshmen have won renown. In the Bible Class they have received the compliment from Dr. Potcat of handing in the best class of examination papers that he has ever received from any Freshman Class. If the work done by the members of the Class so far is a prophecy of the work they will do in the future and in after life, no difficulty will be too hard to overcome, no temptation too great to vanquish, and no ideal too high to attain. As the members go out into after life, they will reflect credit and honor upon Furman and have an influence upon the welfare of the State which will leave an everlasting impression upon it and cause every member to remember with pride that he entered dear old Furman with the Class of 1916. Kodak Scenes Dormitory Rooms To a Violet Modest flower lowly Harbinger of spring— Tender thoughts and holy To my heart you bring. Breath of God exhaling On the winter air. Human sense regaling Is your only care. Modest purple flower. Heart’s love now I bring. And your easeful power Gratefully I sing. D. N. Wants. Wanted—By J. C. Browne, spit-ball artist, a convenient pocket cuspidor to use during the third and fourth innings of collegiate games. Apply to the user of the moist pill. y y ¥ WANTED—By several semi-young ladies of the city, a Payne killer, since they have been troubled by a certain aspect of the math department at Furman. WANTED—By Dr. Fletcher, a maxim silencer to annex to the mouth of Big Smith during philosophic discussions. All decent methods to keep his face closed have failed. FOUND—A new brand of College girls at G. F. C. called the “Tigerette. 1 hey are the ones that the “tiger ett.” We watch with considerable interest the growth of this beastly brand and suggest that they be enrolled among the nature fakes of the 20th century. y FOUND—By W. L. Bates, at the Carnival, a job as chief rooter for the Alligator Girl and her mother—Just as God made her. etc., etc. Bates qualified by his stentorian tone of voice and leviathanistic proportions. LOST—At Barkoot’s World’s Gieatest Shows, considerable religious propensity, filthy lucre and self-respect, at the Orient. Katzcnjammcr Castle and the Ferris wheel. If any of this is ever found, kindly keep it, as you doubtless need a good deal. ¥ . y LOST—Inspiration, somewhere between Montague Hall and philosophy class-room. Return if found, whether fragmental or intact, to Geo. W. Cox. upon whom genius hangs heavy without the restoration of the lost article. (Wants continued on page 129.) Officers of Furman Athletic Association Furman Athletic Association OFFICERS W. P. Carson .....................................................President W. V. ZciCl.F.R................................................Vice-President R. G. Skinner....................................................Secretary; C. S. Sullivan........................................................Treasurer V. L. FeaSTER.....................................Manager of Baseball Team J. R. PoTEAT....................................... Captain of Baseball Team W. L. Laval...............................................................Coach J. T. Anderson.................................Manager of Basket-Ball Team L. N. Chappell.................................Captain of Basket-Ball Team J. E. Owings ..............................................Manager of Tennis A. L. KlNC.......................................Assistant Manager of Tennis R. G. Skinner......................................Manager of Football Team A. C. Skinner......................................Captain of Football Team B. J. Workman.......................................... Advertising Manager E. W. Machen . . . Reporter BASE ALL HOARD 'JtUfr'WK e T 3 total 3 O f 6 D O o 2 =1 Jr7 ££-r J. E. Owincs A. L. King Tennis Club . . . Manager Assistant Manager MEMBERS V. P. Carson E. W. Machen A. J. Lewis B. J. Workman G. W. Campbell C. S. Sullivan H. Ballentine W. M. Craic R. G. Skinner E. E. Gardner COLLEGE CHAMPIONS Doubles Carson and Sawyer Craic . . Singles Basket-Ball J. T. Anderson...................................Manager and Right Forward L. N. Chappell.......................................Captain and Center J. M. TruLUCK ................................................ Left Forward C. F. Simms....................................................Left CuarJ M. F. Sapoch................................................. Right Cuard J. L. BaCCOTT....................................................Substitute V. M. Myers.....................................................Substitute W. M. Craic...........................................................Coach Ever Been Seasick? Sure! You may talk about your cruising out from Naples or New York Or your pleasure trips in steamers large and grand. But with seasickness so possible I’d lots much rather walk Than ride if ever I must leave the land. When you see your face reflected as you're leaning o'er the rail And you sniff the ooky odor of the brine. And the weather-beaten captain who observes you’re somewhat pale Asks your health, you say. You fool. I’m feeling fine. You may talk about the others on the boat just as you please But remember you are numbered with the bunch; And when your gills get yellow and you wabble at the knees. Watch them giggle when they see you slip your lunch. When you feel the rotten rolling of the dipping, diving boat. And your inside information seems to say That the jig is up. (it surely is. you feel it in your throat). Then you almost wish that you could pass away. You can bet your starving bread crust that so long as I am sane And can slay with any comfort on the shore. That I’ll roost on terra firma and stay off the briny main. For my seasick days of sailing arc no more. E. M. Poteat. Jr. Intercollegiate Football LMOST eleven years ago the trustees decided to abolish football here for many and sundry reasons, among these being the roughness of the game and the financial loss that it occasioned every year. Ever since this action by the trustees there has been at Furman a gradual movement to reinstate this sport, and this movement reached its climax in the present year. A meeting of the student body was held and three delegates. Craig, Scarborough, and Carson, were elected to go before the trustees in Abbeville and ask for football. On a bright and sunshiny morning in December these three youths, dressed in their best and with the shouts of encouragement from their schoolmates ringing in their ears, set out for Abbeville to gain by prayers, bribes, or threats intercollegiate football. Naturally these youths understood that a little policy would not be amiss in a delicate errand of this sort and so they determined to use every opportunity to an advantage. Moon Craig had a corn, and it might here be said that it was some corn. He prized it highly and objected to anyone trespassing upon it. While he was on the train a gentleman that had every appearance of a trustee about him and who was some three hundred pounds avoirdupois put his foot firmly upon this corn and mashed. Had it been anyone in the world beside a suspected trustee he would have been dead in one second, but Moon, determined to get football, held himself in check, not only excusing the gentleman for stepping on his corn, but inviting him to step upon it any time he saw fit. Imagine Moon’s disgust and anger when, a few minutes later, he saw this supposed trustee open a case and try to sell the latest edition of The War Between Turkey and the Balkans to a reverend old gentleman. Another one of the committee. “Scabby” by name, upon seeing a worthy and dignified gentleman, resembling a trustee, striving to get aboard the train with several weighty valises ran immediately to his assistance and would not hear of that gentleman weighting down his trustee-like shoulders with the burdens any more. After Scabby had safely deposited the valises and had found a seat for his supposed trustee in the crowded train, that worthy turned to him and said, “Young man, I don’t know who you are. but you are mighty polite. I want to give you a sample of my line of sweet-scented soap for your kindness.” Scabby fainted twice, once on account of his aching back, and once out of pure disgust. Slim Jim Carson was on his job also, and he practically left every dignified gentleman on the train supplied with ten-cent cigars with the hope that he might do some good. But alas! when he came before the board, he found that not one of his supposed trustees were the right ones, and he had to borrow money to pay his railroad fare home. Despite all these failures the committee was successful in obtaining that for which they asked for. The trustees were a body of kind-hearted, broad-minded gentlemen, and after the facts were laid before them they granted intercollegiate football to Furman without one dissenting vote. The happy committee sent a telegram announcing the fact that Furman was to have football, and never before in the history of Furman has there been such a celebration as was pulled off the night that the news was received. O. C. S. Junior Football Team Champions 10-11; 11-12; I2- I3 B. J. Workman................................Manager H. E. Holley.................................Captain King. A. L.. . . ZlF.GL.ER. V. V. Milford. C. C. Foreman. A. A. Chappel, L. N. Skinner. R. G. Childres. J. P. Skinner. A. C. Workman. B. J. . Scarborough. O. C. Holley, H. E. LINE UP . . Center Left Guard Right CuarJ Left Tackle Right Tackle . . Left End Right End Quarter Back Left Half Back Right Half Back Full Bacl( Sullivan. C. S. SUBSTITUTES Gardner. E. E. Sophomore Football Team F. F. Drake..................................................Captain C. H. Tinsley......................................... ... Manager W. L. Bates . F. T. Simpson C. R. Duckett C. H. Tinsley J. S. Brown H. D. Lockman W. W. Winco J. C. Browne A. J. Lewis M. R. Mobley F. F. Drake L. M. Lester W. M. Myers . P. A. Wilhite LINE UP . . Center Right Guard . Left Cuard Right Tackle . Left Taclflc Right End . . Left End Right Half Back Left Half Back . Full Back Quarter Back . . Subitilutc . . Substitute . . Substitute Freshman Football Team J. R. Boldridce V. R. Watkins Lipscomb. J. W. Boldridce. C. H. Finklea. O. T Hutchinson. M. Tate. M. . • Mobley. F. B. Pearce. H. A. Cox. W. F. • Gregory. W. V. Robertson. F. C, Andrews. F. W. Manager . Captain LINE UP . . . Center . High! Cuard Left Cuard Right Tackle . . Left Tackle . Right End . . Left End Quarter Back Right Half Back Left Half Back Full Back E. W. Machen W. P. 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Wanted Several Churches Small Congregations. Big Salaries and Plenty ol Ladies. Guarantee Absolute Satisfaction. Phone 7104. Residence. Cripple Creek. WANTED: j Instructions concerning winning hearts, llirling. making love, courting, attracting, wooing and win- t ning.—and perhaps wedding: and any and all possible general inlormation along matrimonial liner. Please answer quick, lor we need it bad. , SULLIVAN CARTER. j Campus Scf.nf. Officers of the Furman Echo The Furman Echo FALL TERM STAFF R. G. Lf.f. . . . W. P. Carson . . J. R. Poteat . . A. A. Foreman F.. H. Henderson C. W. Patterson C. S. Sullivan J. H. Simpson . . D. T. Long O. C. Scarborough EJilor-in-Chicf Assistant Editor-in-Chief Business Manager Assistant Business Manager Literary Department . Literary Department Exchange Department , . Local Department A thletic Department . . Alumni Department R. G. Lee . . W. P. Carson J. R. Poteat . A. A. Foreman W. K. Allen . C. H. Tinsley D. T. Lonc H. F. Steedly G. W. Campbell J. R. Allen SPRING TERM STAFF .......................................EJitor-in-Chief .........................Assistant Editor-in-Chief ................................Business Manager ......................Assistant Business Manager ............................... Literary Department ............................... Literary Department ...................Exchange Deportment ...................................Local Department ............................... Athletic Department ..................................Alumni Department Dormitory Rooms Game Trails and Roses T SO happens in the lives of many young men, that the job of keeping body and soul together rests on their own shoulders rather than on the shoulders of strong and devoted parents. And it also happens that every young man who early in life must buy his own bread and be his own chambermaid, must be as strong as Atlas or the world will crush him under. 1 he struggles that often are the lot of such young men preclude many diversions and many necessary pleasures, besides other accompaniments that existence demands. Thus it happend that Craig Brown, who had struggled until he had reached no mean place in this world at the cost of hard work and many expensive years, realized at the age of thirty-three that he was successful, that is, successful in his business, but he also realized that (unfortunately) his years of struggle had dissipated any social nature that might have been his by inheritance, and as the most natural consequence in the world that he was not only without a wife, but without any immediate prospect of getting one. He also realized that years of speculation as to methods of procuring such an article of furniture brought him no nearer his goal than his first birthday had brought him. And so it happened that he was talking to a younger friend from a town thirty miles from his home, who had been down to spend a week end with him. ‘'But, ' said he. as he sat in his den an hour before the train left which was to take his friend home. I'm tired. Bob. of this business of living by myself! And what makes me more tired is that I’m not at all disposed to say anything about my weariness to any of these ‘dear girls’ of whom you say the woods are so bloomin’ full. 'I he trouble is that the woods are just as full of amorous nimrods who arc out for the same game I’d like to hunt, and they have ammunition and arms which I seem to have lost by a failure to use them.” But Craig, interposed Bob. if you don’t organize an expedition pretty soon, you’ll have to hunt from a wheel chair before you know it, and then it will be only the stragglers that you’ll be able to catch up with. “That’s exactly what I’m intending to do. and I appoint you right now as head of the expedition, and I want you to keep your eyes peeled for some game, and when you get back home, let me know when you strike a trail. How about it? l ine, I was thinking just now that a certain Miss Andrews whom I know real well would appeal strongly to your sense of zoology, and I’ll tell you what I’ll do; if you’ll write her a letter stating your extremely unfortunate situation. I’ll go to see her so soon as I get home—I’ll beat your letter around and prepare her for it—and lay your case before her as you could not. owing to your painful modesty.” But Bob— But—nothing. I’m the head of this hunt, and if you're going to hunt with me. you’ve got to do as I say—besides, it’s time for my train and I must beat it. Do you agree to my proposition? If you don’t, get another man and I’m out of it. Well, old man. put it there. I’ll try anything once, and if I like it I’ll do it again. But you be sure and beat my letter around—I'll do my part even if it is against my feelings about such serious matters—and if you’ll do the same, something will turn up. you bet. Bob arose, took his hat and bag. shook hands with his somewhat questioning friend and with a parting word about breach of contract, hurried down to the station, two blocks distant. Craig Brown went back into the house and half wished he hadn't made any such fool contract, and was almost disposed to hope he could always be a bachelor anyway, but this was strictly business he said, and his business principles were inviolable. Bob Evans climbed onto the train, which, made up of two coaches and an engine, stood puffing with all the importance of the Twentieth Century Limited, and he thought to himself that his part of proposing to a young lady in behalf of a friend of his was not a bit of fun. but it was too late to cancel his promise, and so he began framing the speech he would deliver. By George. he thought, and I forgot to give him her first name, but that doesn’t matter anyway.’’ Now this Miss Andrews of whom Bob Evans had talked was all that could be wished in a young woman, bright, pretty, industrious and affectionate, and she lived with an old maid aunt, the sister of her father, who with her mother had been dead some years. And this old maid aunt was all that could be wished in an old maid, superannuated and cross, but withal, hopeful that some day the right man would come along. And as is not unusually the case, she was uncompromisingly jealous of the attentions that were claimed by her niece. Lucile. Bob Evans had neglected to inform his friend of this inevitable clement, thinking it unnecessary to add insult to injury, and so it happened that complications arose. Carig Brown, in all the directness that his astute business sense prompted, startled his stenographer, whose face became contorted with repeated efforts to repress smiles, when the next morning she took the following dictation: Miss Andrews. Batesville. Ohio. My Dear Miss Andrews: I trust that the shock that will be yours upon the reception of this communication will be somewhat lightened by a call that a dear friend of mine has made. You understand. Miss Andrews, that my situation is truly unique, rather it is truly unfortunate, as my friend has doubtless already advised you. I presume that this proposition of marriage is not unlike buying so much lumber, not that exactly either, my dear Miss Andrews, but I mean somewhat of a business proposition containing sentiment and lacking finances. You see that I am presuming that my friend has fully acquainted you with the facts, and so feel no necessity for further consumption of paper and ink beyond saying that if you feel any way kindly disposed toward me, we might arrange for a meeting, that is. I’ll do as you think best. I await your reply, my very dear Miss Andrews, with considerable, I mean a great deal of interest and with an enclosed stamped envelope, I am. Yours very truly and sincerely. Craig Brown.” Of course it was no business of the stenographer to know the meaning of this strange letter, and you may rest assured that she didn’t. According to the orders of her employer, who read the letter over four times, the last time aloud and with apparent satisfaction, she mailed it immediately to Miss Andrews, Batesville. Ohio—but not without the wildest speculations as to the mental condition of Mr. Brown. Immediately upon Bob Evans’ arrival in his home town, Batesville, he rushed around to see Miss Lucilc Andrews, acquainted her with his mission, and told her the facts so they could not be mistaken. She did not take at all unkindly to the proposition of Bob, since he had described his friend as very successful in business, handsome, and very pleasant company. She promised to be on the lookout for a letter and further said she would let Bob know when it came, whereupon he bade her good-bye and went to his office to await developments. The morning’s mail of the next day was received at the door by Lucile’s aunt, and she. seeing a letter addressed to Miss Andrews. Batesville. Ohio.” and being the senior Miss Andrews of the family, hurriedly scanned its contents. 1 o Lucile’s question as to whether there was any mail for her. she answered a curt No,” and retired to the drawing-room to read her own. She read it through once and coyly blushed; she read it through twice and gazed fondly at the floor and folded her hands in her lap; she read it through three times and arised her eyes and offered a prayer of thanksgiving. She could scarcely believe her eyes, but the possibility of its being an illusion did not deter her in the least, and she hurried to her desk where she scribbled on a piece of note paper the following sentiments: “Dear Mr. Brown: Your very kind note was received to-day. I feel quite embarrassed and overcome with elation that you should feel so kindly toward me. and I would suggest that you arrange for a meeting at once. While I do not wish to be forward, still I might suggest that you come up to Batesville on the train arriving here at I I :30 a. m., and that you wear a white rose, and since I shall meet that train and wear a white rose, I feel that we can meet and be mutually charmed. I shall expect you at I I :30. Hastily yours. Miss Andrews. And she sent it special delivery too, which was, as she thought, as good as an accident insurance policy in such an emergency. She wasn’t at all familiar with the facts of the case, because she hadn’t seen the dear friend who was supposed to have called, but still the neglect of a dear friend to do his duty was absolutely no reason for her hesitancy, and besides he wanted an immediate answer, so he said, and she could see his friend any old time. It would not be putting it at all too strongly to say that Craig was surprised to receive a special delivery letter. He thought that perhaps he was coming on his game too suddenly, and that a little precaution would not be misplaced, because he had heard of the hunters becoming the hunted, suddenly and without warning. But.” said he, after reading the note through twice, this looks like business; Bob must certainly have done the handsome thing by me when he went to see the lady, and since he has found game, I guess I had better hit the trail before it gets stale, so then, my extremely dear Miss Andrews,—I wish I knew her first name, it wouldn’t be so confounded formal to say Mary, or Maud, or even Jane—yes, you’ll find me dressed up under a white rose at 1 I :30 at the station to-morrow, if you’re there. And here a broad grin settled over his face, and he scratched his head pensively and carefully hid the note in his inside pocket. He didn’t feel very business like in the office that afternoon, and told the stenographer that she could have the next day off if she wanted it. Something’s gone wrong somewhere, she thought, as she thanked him, but that’s as material as her speculations got. To catalogue the thoughts that ran rampant through the brain of Craig from the time he received Miss Andrews’ note until we find him. an hour before the train left, at the Station, would take up volumes alone. But he hasn’t lost all interest for us when we find him, with a rose the size of a baseball on his coat, dressed up within an inch of his life, and looking like a Sunday-school picnic, off for a romp in the woods. It seemed like a month before that miserable, slow, dirty train limped into the depot, and it seemed like half a life-time getting up to Bob’s home. He had to pay cash fare to the conductor because he forgot to buy a ticket, and he actually asked him to check his trunk before he realized that he was to be gone for only a day. His overcoat pockets served the purpose of a trunk, containing a wad of pink pajamas, a clean collar and a package of chewing gum. After what seemed an interminable trip, he was startled from his wierd speculations by the stentorian tones of a giant Nubian, dressed up in brass buttons and a cap that bespoke the title of Porter, who bawled out the startling information that the station they were approaching was Craig’s destination and possibly his destiny. The train was slackening speed and in a moment more they pulled into the yard. Craig peered through the dirty car window and saw several newsboys running toward the train and here and there a uniformed official, but the only person bearing the resemblance to the divine feminine form, was a gaily dressed old maid. She stood bending under a bouquet of while roses, and was breathing very rapidly, as was evidenced by the leaps and dives that her floral accoutrements were making on her bosom, and fanning herself with a palm leaf fan. Craig looked twice, and then some—. He had felt hot from the weather, but the sight of the lady and her fan. together with the thoughts that began chasing through his brain, made him hot enough to be in the south seas. He had presence of mind enough, however, to snatch his flower from his coat lapel and cram it past his pajamas, into the depths of his pocket, and had he neglected this deed, the scene outside the train might have been different from what it actually was. He tumbled out of the car. brushed past Miss Andrews, who stood looking longingly at the emptying train, and jumped into a carriage, with the order shouted into the dozing hackman’s ear. “ To Bob Evans’ office, and quick. Bob Evans was quite surprised to see his bashful friend charging into his office, muttering something about old maids and sap-headed youngsters trying to play tricks on gullible friends, and it took him some moments to grasp the situation. The malignment that this bashful friend gave him would have done credit to a Cicero-Cataline debate, but with the few bits of facts interspersed he was able to grasp the ludicrous situation. It didn’t seem fair to laugh in his friend’s face so he ground out a few pseudo-coughs behind a big hand, and when his lacrimose friend—for he was getting tearful—paused for breath, he broke in. I see. Craig, old boy. But don’t get so hot about it. I just forgot to tell you her first name, and that fool old maid has taken you up. Here a big laugh got by him that shook the window's. “Just to prove—excuse my laughing—that I am not playing horse with you,” he continued, stick your flower in your button-hole and we’ll go around to sec Lucile before aunt Kate gets back from her disappointing trysting-place. But get quiet, or Lucile will throw you hard, because I’ve laid it on thick and told her how nice and affable you were. It seemed like adding insult to injury, but he thought that he might as well stick it out now that he was in so deep, so he quieted down, adjusted his boutonierre. and sallied forth. T he walk of three blocks served to compose him and get the case straightened out. His shock at the depot had nerved him for anything, so he felt surprisingly calm as they walked up the steps of Lucilc’s home. They were ushered into the parlor by the maid, who immediately went to inform Miss Andrews of her callers. In a moment more she came into the room and was presented to Brown by Bob. who explained the unfortunate turn that affairs had taken, very much to the embarrassment of Craig. It was not many minutes before Miss Kate Andrews came stumbling up the steps carrying an enormous bunch of white roses and looking as if her last hour had come. Bob went to the door and let her in. How arc you, Miss Andrews?” he ventured as he helped her into the vestibule. Oh. well, disappointments go hard with one at my age I guess, she sighed, as she looked mournfully into his face. But come, said Bob. I’ve got some fine news—Lucile is to be married to my dear friend Mr. Craig Brown of Leesburg, and they are in the parlor completing arrangements for the wedding now. Miss Andrews looked surprised, sighed very effectively and whispered: I hank goodness, I can go and live with my rich brother in Chicago now. This is too much for • t me. She hurried up the stairs without even venturing to meet the new nephew, and Bob called through the already closed parlor door, “Come on down to the office sometime to-day, old sport, before you leave,’’ and hurried back down town. In about two hours Craig Brown came in. He was stormier than usual, although his enthusiasm was directed into another channel. ‘‘By George.” he said, “what do I owe you?” “Nothing but a recommendation as a good hunter.” Well. Teddy Roosevelt hasn't a thing on you when it comes to finding game trails, but say, what did you tell the old lady?” “Oh, I just said that Lucile was engaged to my friend Craig Brown, of Leesburg. She was able to get up stairs.” Thanks old man a million times. I was just wondering how in thunder I was going to tell her,” Brown said as he sank into an easy chair by the window. C. M. Poteat, Jr. A World Without a Christ HRISTMAS eve had come, or rather Christmas, for the old mahogany clock had long since called the hour of twelve. All except myself had long been in bed. I could not become sleepy. I tried to tire myself by counting up to thousands, by straining myself and trying to be absolutely still, short, by every means I could think of; but all in vain. Every time I fancied my brain tired and began to relax, the Fiend hurled into my mind the same dark thought with which he had been tormenting me all day. The fire in the grate had sunk to a dark glow of dying embers. I had taken no notice of the fire before it had reached this condition. On noticing this. I arose mechanically and threw a few small pieces of coal into the grate. I sank back in my arm chair, placed my elbows on my knees, resting my head in my hands, as I looked into the fire and gave full course to the wild thoughts that had so mysteriously crept into my mind: It is no sin,—if there be a Christ, he has given us the right to convince us of the truth of His mission. It is no sin for me to prove Him. There was a teacher and reformer known as Jesus of Nazareth, but He had no divinity; He is dead. If He were living and were divine. He would make Himself real so that His followers might concentrate their thought on Him. No. wc come from dust, we live by what is produced from dust, and when we die we return to dust. Life is a farce. How are we different from beast except that we have more gray matter covering our brain? Wc are above other animals by the laws of nature alone. There have been religions, religions, and religions; creeds and creeds and creeds. Religion is like this fire; creeds are like the embers. It is all one. Each ember burns, glows, flickers, dies; and another ember takes its place. Christianity is now the highest creed of man; one thousand years hence when man has evolved higher, he will look back with wonderment at our faith, as we look back with pity at the benighted condition of the superstitious Egyptians. One thousand years hence the ember will have died and another will have taken its place. No, no. there is no Christ. I jumped. I caught the arm of the chair and stared wildly into the fire. What was it I had said? Was I dooming myself to a life of utter emptiness? Was it a false faith in which my mother had died with a smile on her lips? I was frightened at my boldness. What if there were a Christ and He should come now? I arose and took from its place on the shelf the little Bible which mother had given me on her death bed. I opened the Book and tried to read a verse here and a verse there. Every verse seemed a curse to me. When I read the passage. Enter ye in at the straight gate, I laid the book down on the table. It was all over. The path was straight and hard to be found. I was numbered in the many who went down the broad way. I resumed my former position of looking into the fire. 1 he grate turned into a broad, slippery alley, and I fancied myself falling down it to be lost evermore in the dark abyss I thought to be at the end of the alley. Gradually I became dazed. Everything took on a different aspect. I saw and did not perceive. Sleep, not the peaceful rest I had sought, but a restless slumber came over me. How long I continued in the chair I do not know, but it was not long. Dry, hollow sounds like the ticking of a clock magnified many times filled the room. A pale light made gray the darkness. 1 he curtains rustled mysteriously. I he old mahogany clock rocked back and forth. I jumped from the chair and would have rushed out of the room, but the door opened without a sound. And there entered noiselessly a pale, wan man of diminutive stature. Advancing to me and taking my arm. he led me out of the room into the yard. In the yard a dull gray mist overhung the heavens. The mist was not like a fog. It seemed as if I were looking at the landscape through a shaded glass. Everything was of a dull, blue, sickly color. There was no warmth, all was cold, freezing cold. Every twig, every leaf, every pebble, every piece of paper we trod on creaked beneath our feet-even the very sands of the walk gave forth a screeching sound. No wind blew; it was held by the weight of silence. It seemed the bleakest day of the bleakest month. We left the yard and went into the fields. Here the dead grass, leaves, twigs, and shrubs were ghastly blue and scar. The stillness was death-like, the silence unbearable. The only sound was the creaking of our shoes. Such utter nothingness, such bleak and cheerless desolation, such awful death, I had never imagined before. I would have cried out. but the words died within me. I summoned all my strength and courage and tried to whisper to my companion. The whisper seemed the rumbling of distant thunder throughout the vast surrounding solitude. I asked the pale, wan man what the desolation could mean. His lips parted hideously, his face became more pallid, his eyes gleamed with a cheerless, ominous light. But he said never a word. With his emaciated finger he pointed toward a forest and made a motion to indicate that my question would be answered beyond the woodland. We passed through the forest. It. like everything else, was dead. We went about two hundred yards beyond the forest before I repeated my question. My companion replied in a dry, hollow voice that there was a village a mile farther on where I would be made to understand. We continued our journey to the village. I here was no sound in the village save that of human voices, which were weak and broken. 1'here was no smile on anyone’s lips. The men moved up and down the streets, seeking each man his own. 1 he women passed by the men, pale and cheerless, their lips grimly parted in a vain endeavor, it seemed, to smile. There were no children. Sin, shocking sin, reeking in all its filth, in all its horriblcncss. in all its impurity, filled the very streets themselves. Nature was dead; everything was cold and heartless. I looked toward the north of the village, and I saw hanging across the street from the top of one building to that of another a dark banner on which was printed a motto. I read the motto and shuddered. On that dark banner were printed in gray letters these words: “Love is Dead and Hope is Flown. I was still reading the writing when my companion, without saying a word, touched my arm and pointed toward the south street. A hearse was coming toward me. I was surprised to see that the driver of the hearse and a comrade by his side were conversing, each grimly smiling; but I was still more surprised to see that only two carriages followed the corpse. A sickly smile made ghastlier the visage of my pallid companion as he said in his cold, heartless voice, ‘‘Let us follow this dust, and see it laid in earth again.” Mechanically we followed behind the carriages. There were no other pedestrians. When we arrived at the cemetery, four men stepped from the hindmost carriage and having taken the casket from the hearse, laid it in the grave. I hen from the other carriage stepped three women and one man. The man wore a long coat of dull black color. The atmosphere was cold, freezing cold, but colder seemed the hearts of these eight persons. Stooping over the grave, the man with the long black coat said as if speaking by rote: Dust hath claimed her own. From dust we come, dust we are. and to dust we return. We live and move as a duil flickering light that glimmers twice or thrice and is no more. There is no purpose; all is lost. O Disolution, take thy prey. Into thy hands. O Death, we give thine own. When the carriages were gone my companion and I walked over the burying ground. There were no tombstones at the graves, no flowers, no marks—nothing to show that love still bound some beating heart to the one set free by death. In the midst of the graves was one lone, massive shaft. I went up to examine it. It was of a dark gray color. At its top was carved a death's head, and at the base of the stone were written these words: Death is Eternal Sleep. In the dull, gray light the bleak desolation of the cemetery was unendurable, and I implored my companion to guide me back to the room whence he had taken me. But he would not. Taking my arm. he led me out of the village on the side opposite the one where I had entered. As we journeyed on the silence gave way to hideous groans and fiendish laughter, heard at first only as they were a suggestion, but as we walked, increasing rapidly in volume, telling of gluttonous delight over misery, deep and black and deathlike. My heart failed within me, and I would have turned back, but I could not; I had no control of myself. After we had traveled a long distance, we came to a river whose turbid waters rolled down the valley with a horrible, hideous, mourning sound. 1 o my left dark trees stood high, shrouding in darkness the land where they were. Under these trees were imps, fiends, demons, and all the grim shadows of the darker world. My soul lost its warmth, the frigid coldness overcame me, and my knees smote together. I fell to the earth, but my pallid companion took me in his arms and bore me to the abode of the demons. On a dark throne sat Death, ghastly, hideous, gluttonous, ferocious, triumphant, robed in heavy black vestments. Around this throne, dancing and laughing with the hideous laughter of death, the dark shades moved and laid their tributes, human souls. And these lost souls, gnashing their teeth, groaned and cursed and blasphemed. My voice escaped me and I cried out. Oh God, have mercy on I hy creatures!” But the words sounded like mockery, and the ghostly laughter of the fiends became more frightful. I looked again at the throne, and over the head of Death I saw these words: The IVages of Sin is Death. There was an iciness over all. The heart sank. Seeking release from such ghastly scenes, I turned my eyes toward the town I had left. A dark cloud, completely hiding the town from my sight, overhung the heavens. On the edge of the cloud expressing the cause and import of the utter desolation of all around were written in dark red characters this sentence: There Is No Christ. The motto of the town recurred to me. Everything suggested the utter absence of hope. Death was master and had no rival. He sat on his throne and laughed as priceless souls, hopeless, came to receive the wages of their sin. I could not bear the sight. I fell to the earth, trembling for fear and becoming colder even than I had been before. I turned my head toward the east, and a bright light shone in my eyes. I drew my hands to my face, and the town, the cloud, the demons, and Death all vanished away. My will returned, and I opened my eyes. The rising sun shone faintly on my sight. I looked around and saw that I was in the room where my doubts had been entertained. The fire had gone out, and I was cold. I got up and put on my overcoat, still doubting that what had been seen and heard was a dream. I opened the little Bible and read. O Death, where is thy sting? O Grave, where is thy victory?” And I read and believed this little note mother had put there on the margin: God will clear all mysteries when through the grace of His Son we meet the Father face to face. All we need to do is to trust. Geo. W. Cox. Lady Macbeth By E. M. Poteat. Jr. She laughed—her dimpled face showed like a bright White cloud through which two spots of dark blue sky Did shine. A glow of infant innocence She cast, and radiant happiness to all Who bending there in admiration stood. She laughed—a promise she had given Macbeth His royal bride to be. and in the joy And pride that thrilled her maiden soul she filled Her lord's great palace with a heaven-like bliss. She laughed—this time with woman's keenest scorn When her poor weak-willed master feared to thrust The dagger that could gain the Scottish crown; And with that laugh she shamed him of his fear. She laughed—a peal of fiendish glee; her eyes Flashed keen and black, and from her whitened lips Hissed poisonous breath. She saw a kingdom hers. As in his chamber murdered Duncan lay. She laughed—with mock composure when the ghost Of Banquo, wronged, slid noiseless into place Beside the festal board. Sit. worthy friends. My lord is often thus. she laughing said. She laughed—a hollow rattle, when within The cold gray castle walls she lay in death. All vanity indeed—my life a curse. A foolish errand. cried she—then she slept. Philosophian Literary Society Officers and Roll of P. L. S GAMMA SECTION GAMMA SECTION Fall Term. I9l2- I3. Sprinc Term. !912- I3 W. L. Feaster A. D. Burnett . . . Vice-President L. H. Raines . . . . Vice-President J. M. Truluck . . . Recording Secretary J. T. Anderson . Recording Secretary A. A. Foreman . . Corr.sponding Secretary J. E. Jackson . Corresponding Secretary L. H. Raines . . . . . Senior Censor J. B. Aiken . . . . . . Junior Censor H. F. Steedly . . . Senior Critic O. C. SCARBOROUGH . Senior Critic J. T. Anderson . . . . . . Junior Critic G. W. Irby . . . Treasurer J. B. Caston . . . O. C. Scarborough . . . . . Historian G. V. Irby C. H. Tinsley . . J. D. Dusenberry . . . Assistant Conductor G. W. Campbell . . Assistant Conductor R. W. Adams . . . . Scrgeant-at-Arms J. M. TRULUCK . . . Sergcant-at-Arms W. M. Myers . . Assistant Scrgeant-at-Arms A. A. Foreman . Asst. Scrgeant-at-Arms D. E. Sauls . . . . . Standard Bearer E. L. Givens . . . . Standard Bearer ROLL Adams. R. W. Gibson, W. Peters. L. Aiken. J. B. Givens. E. Raines. L. H. Anderson, J. T. Goodwin, F. Scarborough. O. C. Broom. J. M. Holley, H. E. Simms. C. F. Burnett, A. D. Jackson. J. E. Simpson, F. T. Duckett, C. R. Kerby, L. E. Sauls, D. E. Drummond. C. R. League. R. F. Skinner. A. C. Drake. F. F. Lockman. H. Steedly. H. F. Boldbridce. J. R. Moore, P. A. Smith. C. W. Campbell. G. W. Myers. W. M. Tinsley. C. H. Fallaw. B. T. Nelson. G. O. Tomlinson. E. I. Feaster. W. L. Owincs. T. C. Truett. E. C. Foreman. A. A. Patton, G. Truluck. J. M. Workman. B. J. Officers P. L. S. SIGMA SECTION SIGMA SECTION Fall Term. 1912- l3 Spring Term. I9I2-'I3 H. C. Hester...........................President H. C. Smith.........................President H. C. Smith.......................Pice-President L. H. Bowen....................Pice-President M. F. SaPOCH . . . Recording Secretary J. H. Simpson .... Recording Secretary J. E. OwiNGS . . Corresponding Secretary G. W. Campbell . . Corresponding Secretary C. W. Patterson .... Senior Censor E. B. Crain ...... Senior Censor V. P. Martin......................junior Censor M. R. Mobley.................junior Censor L. H. Bowen.....................Senior Critic F. W. Mitchell..................Senior Critic F. W. Mitcheu...................Junior Critic W. W. Carter....................Junior Critic E. B. Crain............................Treasurer W. L. Bates.........................Treasurer W. Black................................Chaplain V. M. Hammond.......................Chaplain J. H. Simpson..........................Historian J. E. Owincs........................Historian W. L. Bates............................Conductor C. I. TruLOCK.......................Conductor M. R. Mobley . . . Assistant Conductor W. B. JONES .... Assistant Conductor W. L. Drummond . . . Sergeanl-al-Arms J. W. Watts .... Sergcant-at-Arms C. H. Ham .... Asst. Sergcant-at-Arms M. T. Rankin . . Asst. Sergeanl-al-Arms L. H. Floyd...................Standard Dearer J. R. Jeter...................Standard Bearer Roll of Philosophian Literary Society (SIGMA SECTION) Askins, P. T. Hester, H. C. Bates. W. L. Hodcens. H. M. Baker. C. H. Jeter. J. R. Black. W. Jones. W. B Boi.dridce, C. H. Kilco. P. R. Bowen. L. H. Lockwood. C. M. Brown. C. Y. Machen, E. W. Burnett, C. H. Martin. W. P. Campbell. G. W. Mitchell. F. W. Carter. W. W. Mobley. M. R. Childress. J. P. Owincs, J. E. Crain. E. B. Owincs. R. B. Dodson, L. D. Patterson. C. W. Drake. F. P. Rankin. M. T. Drummond. J. M. Sapoch, M. F. Drummond. V. L. Simpson. J. H. Fortner. A. B. Skinner. R. G. Floyd. L. H. Smith, H. C. Gardner. E. E. Truluck. C. I. Grecory. V. T. Watts. J. W. Ham. C. H. Welchel. S. E. Hammond, W. M. Whitaker. W. F. H. C. Hester President Sigma Section, Fall Term W. L. FeASTER President Gamma Section. Fall Term R. G. Lee President Gamma Section. Spring Term H. C. Smith President Sigma Section. Spring Term Vice-Presidents of P. 1.. S. Adelpiiian Literary Society Officers Adelphian Society C. A. Bakf.r . . W. M. Craig . C. S. Sullivan J. L. Pi.yler . W. H. Ward . Lynn Walker J. C. Pow C. C. Greene W. T. Brown W. R. Loadhoi.t W. H. Ward W. P. Carson W. W. Winco A. L. Kinc . J. W. Plyler C. O. Milford W. P. Carson E. H. Henderson C. S. Sullivan W. M. Bridces J. R. Poteat . D. T. Long W. M. Craig . J. R. Poteat FALL TERM . . . . f3rcsidcnt . . . Vice-President Recording Secretary Corresponding Secretary . . . Senior Censor . . . Junior Censor . . . . 7 rcasurer .................Chaplain . . Sergeant-at- lrms Asst. Sergeant-at-Arms . . . . High Priest ..................Marshal ..................Marshal ..................Marshal ..................Marshal . . Standard Bearer Asst. Editor-in-Chief Echo Assistant Editor Assistant Editor . . Assistant Editor Business Manager Echo . . . . Recorder Senior Critic Junior Critic W. M. Craig . W. M. Bridges G. W. Cox . D. T. Lonc . J. R. Poteat . J. W. Plyler . C. O. Milford J. L. Baccott J. C. Pow . J. B. Miller . E. H. Henderson W. P. Carson D. T. Lonc W. K. Allen J. R. Allen . C. A. Baker . D. T. Lonc . SPRING TERM . . . . President Vice-President Recording Secretary Corresponding Secretary . . Senior Censor . . Junior Censor . . . Treasurer . . . . Chaplain Sergeanl-at-Arms Asst. Sergeant at-Arms . . . Recorder . . . High Priest Editor ol Echo Editor of Echo . Editor of Echo . . Senior Critic . . Junior Critic Roll of Adelphian Society Allen, H. Allen. J. R. Allen, M. L. Allen, W. K. Baccott, J. L. Bakf.r, C. A. Ballinger. R. S. Ballentine. 11. Beattie, W. L. BRIDGES. W. M. Brown, J. A. Brcwn. J. S. Brown. W. T. Capps. W. B. Carson. W. P. Chappell, L. N. Coleman, B. P. Conyers, W. P. Cox. G. W. Cox. W. F. Craig. W. M. Crow, E. R. Durst. T. N. Easley. J. A. Edwards. A. F. Etheredce. G. O. Foy. I.. N. Gambrei.l, B. P. Greene. C. C. Henderson. E. H. Hutchinson. M. E. Jernican, J. M. Kinc. A. L. King. H. H. Lee. J. Lester. M. Lewis. A. J. Loadhci.t, W. R. Long. D. T. Lcnc. M. B. Lupo. J. F. Mancum. G. C. Milford. C. O. Winco. W. W. Milford. L. W. Miller. J. B. Moseley. S. O. Perry. N. Phillips, 11. C. Plyler. J. L. Plyler. J. W. Poteat, J. R. Pow. J. C. Robertson. F. C. Sample, W. B. Sawyer. W. P. Scoccins, B. Seymour. J. S. Shaw. J. Shelor. T. B. Sullivan. C. S. Walker. J. L. Watkins, H. B. Watson. T. H. Wilhite. P. A. (Continued from page 86) WANTED—A competent resident veterinary surgeon to attend the little fuzzy white dog that has blessed the home of Professor Cox recently. Wanted—An expert accountant to keep track of the mercurial affections of Messrs. Sawyer and Dodson from week to week. Too many neglected engagements and broken hearts.—Chicora. « ¥ WANTED—To know Why In Thunder Doctor Brad” doesn’t get married.— Anxious Feminine. . Wanted—T o dispose of a second-hand box of crackers, a ham and about fifteen dozen eggs.—See J. T. Anderson. WANTED—By the Librarian, a maxim silencer for the mouths of A. G. Furman. Jr.. C. Y. Brown. O. C. Scarborough. E. M. Poteat, Jr., and several others.—See S. E. B. Wanted—By Prof. Daniel. an effective and lasting hair dye—Browning might do. —Apply to Dallas. N. C. WANTED—A publisher for Dr. Fletcher’s latest philosophical treatise. Somewhat I hisness of Them Those. —See Mrs. O. O. F. Los I One set of brains. Return to big Smith, who seems unperturbed at the E. M. P.. Jr. loss. C. A. Baker President Fall Term W. M. Craig President Spring Term Religious Officers of Y. M. C. A C. O. Mll.FC.RD J. H. SlMPSCN F. W. Mitchell E. H. Henderson C. S. Sullivan . . . . President . . Vice-President . . . . Treasurer . Recording Sccretary Corresponding Sccretarji STANDING COMMITTEES MEMBERSHIP— E. B. Crain, Chairman J. R. Allen W. P. Martin L. N. Foy MISSION STUDY— C. C. Greene, Chairman J. B. Aiken E. B. Crain J. R. Alien DEVOTIONAL— J. H. Simpson, Chairman H. F. Steedly C. S. Sullivan ON FINANCE F. V. Mitchell, Chairman W. L. Drummond Harper Ballentine J. L. Baccott SOCIAL— C. H. Tinsley. Chairman W. W. Carter L. W. Mii.kord H. H. Kinc MUSIC - E. E. Gardner. Chairman J. H. Simpson F. P. Drake J. L. Baccott HAND BOOK— R. G. Lee, Chairman J. T. Anderson C. A. Baker ON CONFERENCE— J. R. POTEAT. Chairman W. M. Craic J. M. Truluck Judson Memorial Baraca Class OFFICERS FALL TERM OFFICERS SPRING TERM Gf.o. W. Cox C. S. Sullivan J. FI. Simpson H. C. Smith . President Vice-President Secretary} Treasurer J. II. Simpson II. F. Stef.di.y J. W. Watts J. M. Truluck . President Vice-President . Secretary . Treasurer Student Volunteer Band for Foreign Missions Motto: The evangelization of the world in this generation. OFFICERS C. A. Baker..........................................................President J. E. Jackson...................................................Vice-President C. C. Greene.......................................Secretary and Treasurer MEMBERS Baker. C. A. Fallaw, B. T. Greene. C. C. Hester. H. C. Hodcens. H. M. Jackson. J. E. Kilco. P. F. Raines. L. H. Sharpe, S. U. Watson. T. H. Welchel. S. E. Witherspoon. E. H. Bill Quartet Foreign and Domestic Tour Addres all communication lo Bill M. Bridges. Manager and Adverting Agent Bii.l P. Carson Bii.l V. Zeigler Bii.l P. Sawyer I.. Bill Machen First Tenor Second Tenor . First Bass SeconJ Bass Bill M. BPICCES..............................Advance Agent E. Bill Machen......................................Director Articles Taken Frcm Leadinc Newspapers Bill Quartet best ever beard. —Ridfe Spring Lantern. The tone and quality of the singing of the Bill Quarict was magnificent, and they sang with a dash and brilliance which ha seldom been equalled. - Woodruff Isforn's icr. The Bill Quartet cariicd all England by storm in it recent tour through this country. I heir marvelous rendering was superb and far above that of any male quartet that ha tver sung in England. A return tour has been arranged for and we will aga n have the opportunity of hearing ihese wonderful singer . London Startler. The Doctors’ Club ’'Operation a success, but the patient died. MOTTO: Siclf'em. Purpose: To do 'em up (financially). Favorite Treatment: Osteopathy OFFICERS Ai.va S. Pack, M.A., M.D..........................................Demonstrator C. I. TRULUCK ................................................... President B. J. Workman ................................................Vice-President A. D. Burnett......................................................Secretary W. L. Bates........................................................Treasurer MEMBERS W. L. Bates—Specialist on Diseases of the Heart. A. D. Burnett—Chiropodist. M. E. Hutchinson—Physician and Surgeon. J. G. Hyman—Neurologist. J. M. JERNICAN—Specialist on Prevention of Sanitation. W. R. Kennedy—Specialist on the Diaphragm. B. J. Workman—Specialist on the Ear. C. 1. Truluck—Eye Specialist. F.. C. TruetT—Eye. Ear. and Nose Specialist. Lawyers’ Club OFFICERS C. Yates Brown.................. W. Marshall Bridces............. Ernest V. Machen............... Ernest W. Machen ............... . . . . President . . . Pice-President Secretary end Treasurer ....................Editor MEMBERS Boldridce. J. R. Bridges, W. Marshall Brown, C. Yates Capps, William B. Cox. W. Frank Machen. Ernest W. Patterson. Charles W. Rankin. M. Theron Scarborough, Ori.anda C. Skinner. Richard G. Blue Jay Club C. W. Patterson V. R. Loadholt O. C. Scarborough Quaternian Club Geo. W. Cox W. M. Craic W. M. Bridges C. Y. Brown W. P. Sawyer Comedian Club Ladies an’ gents! In dc intromaducin of dese six gen’emen reposin’ befo’ you. I would make de reques’ dat as I expostulate de names, you cast your eyes in a circuitus direction from de lef to de right, an’ dereby will you possess de desired info’mation: On dc oxtreme lef’ wid dc military armaments an’ streekedy pants is Lord Mashum. Chancellor of de cuspidor—Next is de royal bard of de Muse of Music—Next is Gyp de Blood—the Bishop of de order of de Killum Relentlis. Next, wid de white hat. is de Knight of Fiddlers of Uskuff—Behime—on de lef’ is de Grand consumer of the bay rum and de y’other is Eury dice—the trumpeter ob the Gods— All is high pedegreed gen’emen belongin’ to the order of dc Fun Trust, de only-legal monopoly of the Lnitum States. Ministers’ Sons Club Motto: This is no place for a minister's son OBJECT: To uphold our reputation Pope ............................................Carson Chaplain ......................................ChappeeL Bishop .........................................Foreman Cardinal .........................................Aiken klder............................................Rankin lamlor ... B01.DRIDCE. J. R. Deacon................................Boedridce. C. H. The Spartanburg County Club MOTTO: Exemplify the Spartan Spirit OFFICERS W. Marshall Bridcf.s................................................President James Aiken ...................................................Pice-President C. hi. TINSLEY.....................................Secretary and Treasurer MEMBERS B. J. Workman H. D. Lcckman R. S. Ballencer W. J. Gibson. Jr. Joseph Lee, Jr. W. L. Bates J. L. Baccott Anderson County Club 'First and Last for InJerson Motto: Anderson is my town ; corollary, Watch Belton Crow. ROSTER OF MEMBERS W. M. Craig—President: Moon. G. W. Cox—Vice-President: Jawige. C. S. SULLIVAN—Secretary: Cholly. A. L. King—(Elected Treasurer, but none is necessary): Koenig. (Miss) C. O. Milford—Sponsor: Big 'un. H. BALLENTINE—Harpy. W. F. Cox—Dustdown. B. P. Gambrell—Muti. M. E. Hutchinson—Hutch. L. W. Milford—Rat. F. T. Simpson—Simp. Prof. Geer—In facultate. It is to be noted that our Sponsor. Miss Charles Orrin Milford, was chosen unanimously for the office from a large number of aspiring belles. We lake pleasure in announcing that her choice was made because of her universal popularity and womanly qualities, as well as for her nymph-like gracefulness and beauty and her sylph-like figure. The object of this Club is to preserve immaculate the civic patriotism inherent in each of the representatives from this county, and in general to keep Anderson booming. Florence County Club OFFICF.RS J. M. Truluck................... J. T. Anderson.................. J. G. Hyman..................... C. H. Ham....................... W. M. Myers..................... . President Pice-President . Secretary . Treasurer . Historian MEMBERS P. T. Askins O. T. Finklea E. C. Truett E. I. Tomlinson C. I. Truluck Occupation: Craving prize corn Motto: Let not our tvor conflict xvilh our C. F. C duties Pass Word: Contribii Object: To do everybody ivho doesn't do us Lancaster County Club Flower; The Red Rose MOTTO: Fair IVomen and Brave Men and Lancaster Leads in Both M. R. Mobley..........................................President J. R. BOLORIDCE..................................Pice-President W. T. Gregory. Jr....................................Secretary) MEMBERS OF CLUB Boldridce. C. H. Boldridce. J. R. Castcn, J. B. Eliott. Gary Greccry. W. T. Lingle. B. B. Mobley. M. R. Mobley. Otis Mobley. F. B. Munco. Pete Mocre. K. C. Culp. C. Vile-Tugs-of-War Motto—The highest of blisses Are sweet, soulful kisses When maidens are faithful and fair; And when damsels are coy. We will say to the boy. A mustache is an excellent snare. Object- The realization of the motto and the incorporation of our endeavors into a systematic custom. Time of Meeting—At the vile hour whatsoever when Supremus Tug Princeps shall raise the vile-war-whoop. Vile-War-WhcoP—Xrzqdn! Hzo Jx-Vlwq! Qpdzxqy Jskhyn!! (Pronunciation secret). Preamble TO Constitution—All men are created free, but unequal, being endowed by custom with certain inalienable conventionalities which it is inconvenient to observe. I hcrefore we, the people of the Vile-Tugs-ofAVar. in order to form a more perfect Custom, establish Convenience, insure domestic Independence, provide for the common Crusade, promote the general Propaganda, and secure to ourselves and our posterity the Blessings of the exfoliations of internal growths do hereby place before the Public for consideration and denunciation this Constitution of Protest. (The Constitution following, being secret, is written in invisible ink.) Vile-Officer-T ugs C. O. Milford—Supremus Tug Princeps. R. G. Skinner—Secundus Tug Princeps W. V. ZlECLER—Tug Pecuniae H. F. STEEDLY—Tug Scribendi G. W. Cox—Tug Historiae Vile-Standard-Bearer-Tugs W. L. FEASTER—le plus Vile M. F. Sapoch and J. H. Simpson—Vile A. L. King and C. H. Tinsley—plus Vile L. N. Chappel and F. W. Mitchell—Moins Vile. Vile-T ug-Cantus-Victoriae Guiseppa. da barbe ees no worka to-day; He seet een hees chair an' nothing he say But. Da Vile-Tug-of-War dey killa ma trade Weeth da fooleeshi talk o’ da 'custom' dey made.” He no care for da customs—he say he no core; Hee's only want shave from da lippa da hair. But da Vile-Tug-of-War ees no lika for that. But ees wear a mustacho like aristocrat; So Guiseppa say sorry. Dey killa ma trade Weeth da fooleeshi talk o’ da 'custom' dey made.” Bachelors’ Club MOTTO: Come over into Macedonia anJ help us! Central Consolation: Married men have BETTER HALVES, hut bachelors have better quarters” ROLL Col. J. E. Owings................ Squire W. R. Loadholt Bishop A. C. Skinner . . . . Dr. C. S. Sullivan............... Hon. A. D. Burnett............... Bum E. E. Gardner................ Rear Admiral H. E. Holley . . Rev. J. B. Greek Miller . . . Sen. C. W. Patterson .... Baldy C. H. Tinsley.............. ..................(President) . . . . (Vice-President) ....................(Secretary) ....................(Editor) (Lord High Wind on-Washer) . . . (Saint Sprinkler) ...... (Stin ey) .....................(Hungry) . . . (Ceneral Manager) .................(Old-timer) NOTE The object of ihi organization is lo advertise our needs in order thal we may not be left behind in securing a future-perfect. Applications acceptable at all times. Address all correspondence to Sec. A. C. Skinner—phone 13; box 13; corner of I3lh Avenue and 13th Street. Any little girl that's a nice little girl is the right little girl for me. Speaker Senior Medalists G. W. Cox V. L. FEASTER T. H. Watson W. M. Bridges R. G. Lee C. Y. Brown Was It Just? My name is John and hers was Jane, And we loved with a love that was all insane— Just us. The skies were fair and hearts were true. Ah, who was the happier of us two— Just then? The days they came and the days they went. And oh. for those times and those dollars I spent Just those. We set upon a wedding day. At a moonshiny lime in the month of May— Just so. But life it is a funny thing: I had just purchased the wedding ring— Just it— When Rudolf Jones, bent on my ill. Came on the scene with his automobile— Just that. A spin around and out of the town. And I felt my chances dropping down— Just mine. I hey dropped, they fell, they tumbled all: I was Rudolf and Jeannie beyond recall Just them. Student Sayings Bos Bridges—Fellows, I am going to stay in and study to-night. Cy Brown—Now girls, my hair is not red, it’s auburn. Rat BOLDRIDGE—Say, old boy, how about lending me a quarter. I am going to get a check to-morrow. Buck Raines—I have been asked to call a meeting of the Bonhomie Association. • Big Smith—But Doctor, cr. er, er, but Doc., cr. er, er. (Never finishes it.) I atty PoTEAT—Kid, I sure met a bean in Boston, and she’s a cutter. Bill Sawyer—Man, I met the prettiest girl to-day I ever saw. Mach—Say fellows, where is the lesson? G. C. Mangum—Uh, what did you say? CLIFF Baker—Dr. I’ll get mine from the Book Supply Co., and I’d like to say. Dr., that I can order for the fellows if they so desire. Moon Craig—All right, fellows, all out for the movies. Bob Lee—Boys, I sure got a good joke on Prof. Daniel. Slim Jim Carson— Moon, how about a cigar? Altarity Foreman—Flow’s my pompadour looking to-day? Geo. Cox—Gad ding, fellows. I’m some cutter. DlCK Skinner—I’ll risk two and one-half on it. Bill Zeigler—She sho got my goat. BlC MILFORD—Well, old hen, how are you coming? BOHEMIAN Bowen—It’s a known fact, I got married to-night. Runt TrULUCK—Contribe it. Steedley—Slush. Scabby Scarborough—How is it. Blue Jay? Jimmie Load holt—Set the peg. A. King—I he universe ends at Gossett’s store. C. SULLIVAN—Anderson is my town. A. FURMAN—Dr. Cook, is my name still on the roll? Little Skinner—Come on. big un, let’s have a game. K. ALLEN—Got a letter from my Chicora girl to-day. Faculty Meeting HEY had assembled. There was no doubt of that, cither on the part of those in the room, or on the part of the students, who silently walked across the campus, or in small groups discussed the signs of the times. They were together—all of them—in their sanctum. Here in the president’s chair sat the president, a man more or less chunky, side whiskers to the southern extremity of his ears, crescent nose-glasses with chain, and teeth a la brcche, which were forever anxious to be displayed in laughter. There at his desk sat the spare secretary, recently married. Sitting off from these and ranged around their table, were the heads of the various departments and their assistants. Everything was in order, which rendered easy the hearts of Professors Fletcher and Bradshaw’. It was time to begin. I he president arose, spread a bland smile over his face—then decided that was improper in view of the circumstances, and forthwith substituted a sigh. To reconcile the inconsistencies of this procedure, he described a free, sweeping movement of the arm, performed a slight bow by bending the knees, and took his glasses from his eyes, holding them one foot, two inches and a half above his head. Thus postured, he surveyed his counselors. Another sigh, followed by a little swallowing and a slight inclination of the head. Slowly the glasses returned to their proper place. It was superbly done, but the climax was not attained until he pronounced, “Well!” Everybody knew then that business was in order. Everything was all attention. The professor of philosophy, a man of small stature who has seen some years of mundane existence, arose to announce formally the object of the meeting: I shon’t speak at length, as I presume that each man knows that for which we are assembled. Lost night— I kont speak the exact hour—some youths thought they would have some fun. The reality in their thots sol expression in appearances.” He paused to let this philosophy have full weight with his auditors, while the president pulled off his glasses and nodded approvingly. He continued: But they over-stepped the bounds of pro-pri-ety and commit-ted a crime whose vost-ness shall make against their advon-tage. Messrs. Knox. Rogerson, Ledorm, Goldbridge and ten or twelve others whose names I kon’t recall have been guilty of what they call sniping! They have taken dust-down from the College; eggs. ham. and crackers from the dormitory; and chicken from anywhere. Amid great silence, he sat down. Off came the president’s glasses; on went a sigh; then the expected. Well! Time to resume. All eyes except those of the Greek professor were turned upon the lean secretary. For full three minutes he enjoyed the distinction. At the expiration of this time, he slowly arose to his feet. He took from his pocket his handkerchief and passed it over his face, coughed slightly, and put the handkerchief back in his pocket. He then inclined somewhat toward his expectant auditors, pushed back his coat, and placed his hands upon his hips. I hus characteristically and emphatically posed, he spoke: “Wc simply must put a stop to this, or beyond the shadow of a doubt, our own larders will next be visited. We’ve got to punish these men. and that’s all there is to it. I don’t know what you think, but it’s a fact, it’s my own opinion. These men, perhaps, didn’t mean any harm, but they did wrong, and you can’et get around that. It’s all there is to it. Our College is the mother of a seminary and we’ve got to hold up the reputation, beyond the shadow of a doubt. That's all there is to it. So, Mr. President, I therefore move that we ship the whole blooming bunch.’’ The silence was oppressive as he resumed his seat. Business-like he recorded the motion. The president took off his glasses and replaced them without sighing. The professor of philosophy moved his mouth to one side, and with his right hand twisted the east corner of his mustache. The slim English professor presented a picture of blue eyes seeking in vain to hide the laughter in his English soul, the laughter provoked, no doubt, by the emphatic language of the motion. The brown-eyed professor of modern languages rubbed his eye with his left hand, thereby displaying to view a remarkably beautiful diamond. 1 he Latin professor was inaudibly whistling. The professor of mathematics was looking into space, doubtless seeing there a simple calculation in the laws of chance, by which calculation the petit rogues might easily have known that they would be detected. The beloved Greek professor was just turning a page in Plato’s Republic.’’ Everything was as quiet as the end of the end. Not a word was uttered. The last sentence spoken was, I move we ship the whole blooming bunch.” After an eternity of weighty silence, during which each professor unconsciously felt his individual responsibility, the lean, spectacled secretary finished writing the words of his motion. This done, he arose, placed his hands upon his hips, bent slightly forward, and looked over his glasses at the august faculty. It was impressive. A sweet wave of peace passed through the room. Then he spoke firmly but kindly: I second my own blooming motion. There wasn’t a smile. The secretary resumed his seat and recorded the further proceedings of the meeting. What they were, as a whole, are known to all the students; and I have recently received, from four or five of those concerned in the motion, letters which inform me that the news is rapidly spreading over the State. Geo. W. Cox. (ACKNOWLEDGMENT: In preparing these descriptive minutes, I have been ren- dered invaluable assistance by Mr. W. Jimmie Loadholt. to whose mathematical mind I am largely indebted for insight into the intricacies of the proceedings and thereby enabled to present this complete and accurate account.—The Reporter.) Much Ado About Nothing—Modernized Will U. Husch Miss I. M. Bourde j A. Big Boob j...........Students Miss AlNTY Kute I . Studentesses Laidee Killer | Miss N. E. Mann j A score of unnameable boys and girls and forty-eight nondescript chaperons scattered at inconvenient points over the room. First and Only Scene. The labyrinth of parlors at G. F. C. Parlors decorated with festoons of paper roses and sixteen candle power electric bulbs. Here and there is a rug, a potted plant big enough to hide a microbe and a herd of chattering girls awaiting the arrival of the Chesterfields of the evening’s scrimmage. Alarum within. Enter Mr. Will U. Husch, who is immediately assaulted by a member of that most unsatisfactory of institutions, the Introductory Committee. Mem. OF INT. Com.— So glad you came. Your name, please? Husch.— Will U. Husch.’’ Mem. of Int. Com.— No, sir. I won’t.” Husch.—“Won’t what?” Mem. OF Int. Com.— With whom does your meteorological sense of decorum wish to converse? Husch.— Heavens and earth. I'm didn’t, either. I’d like to talk to the star of the evening. Miss Ainty Kute. if you please.” Mem. OF Int. Com.— Oh yes—right this way, careful of that bunch of roses, here she is—Miss Kute—Mr. Husch! Husch.— Tickled to inarticulate expression to have you meet me—’’ (Mem. of Int. Com. scurries off like a duck to the door where Mr. Big Boob is peeping in.) Mem. OF Int. Com.-:— Come right in, Mr. Boob.” Boob.— Much ’bliged. Mem. OF Int. Com.— Some one you’d like to talk to? Boob (Slipping his right hand under his coat-tail and pulling his vest down with tremendous eclat and then drumming an effective tattoo on his shirt front with his free hook).— Let me see. Mem. OF Int. Com.—“Sure, want to borrow my glasses?” Boob.— Sure, if you’ll fill ’em with punch. Mem. Of Int. Com.—“Sir, I never indulge. (Grabbing him by his lapel she dumps him on the sofa upon which sits Miss I. M. Bourde, who blinks at him like a sick owl. He returns her offensive greeting while the Member of the Introductory Committee disappears behind a chaperon who looks like a wax figure at Mark Blumenshine’s). The following is the conversation that passed between Mr. Boob and Miss Bourde for the ensuing two hours and a half: MlSS Bourde (smothering a yawn)—“Are you a Freshman?” Mr. Boob.—“Nope—part Junior and part Soph.” MlSS Bourde.— How perfectly adorable! Do you play tennis? Mr. Boob.— Nope, you?” (Then, accompanied by a snore that sounds like the cut-out on a one-cylinder Cadillac, Boob takes a nap—and Miss Bourde by force of example, flops her ears and seeks the blissful vale of dreams.) Overheard in the Next Room.—Member of Introductory Committee indulging in lurid repartee illustrated by facial contortions with Laidee Killer, who has just swept into the room like a broom.— You big pie-faced mutt; you bunch of prunes; you sap-headed slob— (modest journalism forbids a further repetition of her graphic characterizations of the gentleman before her), if your feet arc so big that you can’t keep them off my train you ought to be defected.” KlLLER.— You move so like a freight that you ought to blow when you're going to stop. But don’t get fresh with me. (here his anger reaches the last year’s flood record and his collar is slightly scorched by his crimson epidermis) I’ll knock you down into Lincoln pennies, you poor, simple-minded female. I’m too much of a gentleman to say more, but if you’ll take me to Miss N. E. Mann I’ll pray you out of purgatory. Mem. of Int. Com.— Sure thing, kid; here she is, perched over here on this radiator. Killer (aside).— Oh you baby doll. Mem. OF Int. Com.— Miss Mann—Mr. Killer—And may God have mercy on your soul.” At this point there is a mighty ringing of bells, the chaperons having emerged from the shrubbery are religiously banging little hand bells in attempt to frighten the girls back to their dormitory. Boob (arousing from his nap looking like a mouldy haystack, shakes Miss Bourde by the foot and proceeds thus) :— Had slick time. Dreamed I was dead and gone to Heaven. Don’t remember seeing you. though. Good-night, old snoozer. MlSS Bourde.— Shut up. let me sleep a minute will you? If you had a good time, tell Sweeny’s widow. She’s more of your style than I am. (Here she snores again). The crowd gradually is pushed to the door while the chaperons look like arch demons in their apparently fruitless efforts to clear the room of occupants. Laidce Killer slips around the corner with Miss N. E. Mann and is heard to say: Oh you cream puff! (He squeezes her hand like a lemon). I’m just simple about you. Won’t you be my turkey and trot through life with muh? This world is but a barnyard anyway, with poor hens and simple ducks pecking up dirt, and oh. my dream of poultry, won’t you—” Here he is interrupted by a chappie who puffs up like a traction engine. Miss Mann ignores the presence of the intruder and says: You gobble like a keen bird. I’m sure your’s for the spring setting and—’’ CHAPERON.— Miss Mann, ease off to your joint at once. Do you get me Steve? They part and Killer leaves the parlors, the last man. He gets outside and snorts like Bucephalus, shouts like an Apache, and joins the retiring mob. Miss Mann punches her friends. Miss Ainty Kute, in the shorts and asks: Who was that big stiff that was drooling off that stuff to me? Miss Kute.— Let’s beat it; here come the chappies. Exeunt everybody. Alarum without. Finale. E. M. Poteat. Jr. To the President of the Student Body HE intricate machinations of a student body involve multitudinous incongruities in a medicinal field, and the disabilities that arise from and on acount of the concentration of the cranial organisms should be catalogued as concisely and intelligently as any other branch of college activity. It is my purpose, therefore, within the limits of this medically documentary effusion, to state as briefly, yet withal, as inspiringly. the scries of epidemical and non-contagious illnesses which visit college communities, attacking student and professor, cook and janitor, tutor and bone-head alike. Perhaps the most potent and vigorous germ-spreading vicinity in the State for the dispersion of the bacillus amorus, which attacks the most virile and most juvenile students with great severity, is Greenville, owing to the location at convenient places of the G. F. C. and Chicora, the breeders of this fatal germ. It attacks Freshmen within the first two weeks after arrival. Immunity is impossible. The germ makes its appearance in spots, these spots being G. F. C. and C. C. After inoculation, which takes about one recital and a half of a sensible conversation (the other half not being strictly sensible), refreshment of a bowl of vegetable weed at the end of an amber stem, either studying mythology from the copious lap of Morpheus or reading the Best Sellers” in defiance of the “Trig book which hurls malignant glances from the top of a dusty shelf at its neglectful possessor. I have treated countless cases of this disease this season, among faculty, students, janitors, and office forces and the reports from the Rockefeller Foundation for the eradication of necessary diseases reports an increase in the percentage of mortality in the cases under its observation. It is possible that the destruction of the bur-banked tree of knowledge will expedite the effort in the eradication of this unfortunate disease. The last indisposition that has come under my observation and upon which I might report is one affecting the head—as to proportions and interior. Sophomoribus big-headibus is the technical name, this being, however, to a certain degree a misnoma. since the enlargement of the head is not at all confined to the students of the Sophomore Class. It is not infrequent that Freshmen. Juniors, Seniors, and members of the Faculty apply to me for my medicated opinion on this branch of collegiate illness. There has been a question for some time as to the origin of this germ and it has been practically settled that it is due to no particular cause in itself, but may be heretical, external, and problematical. It is generally the case that the infected students are hard to convince of their sickness jnd they are for that reason extremely annoying to their fellows. While the disease is not contagious, still it is obvious, dubious, and obnoxious. Its symptoms are like the sands of the seashore for number, and it is seldom mistaken for those of any other affection. Voluntary information on every public or private issue; a superciliously cynical elevation of the corners of the olfactory organ; a painfully evident disposition to correct all students and professors alike, to say nothing of the illness of student democracy, and the propensity for taking everything in charge, thereby the germ first makes its presence known. A perambulatory disposition manifests itself on the walk near the breeding places of this bacillus. A sinking feeling becomes evident and food becomes distasteful; pictures hold worlds of satisfaction for the infected student, no matter how hopelessly he may have been attacked. The patient becomes morose, sullen, and at times boudoir in his nature, preferring his room to the dull, staring streets. This is accompanied by a violent aversion to creatures of the male persuasion and anything that bespeaks femininity contains divinity incarnate. If the patient docs not imbibe some cold looks and a few stony stares within the first three weeks of infection, the affection may become incurable and the accompanying results, flunked studies and other evidences of scholastic incapability are inevitable. The professors are not immune, although they at times take carbolic acid baths and drink poison. This is for effect, not infection. The total number of students treated this year for the above discussed disease, bacilli amori, was some 365, and there being only 325 students in school, some faculty members, disguised as bonehead students, must have taken treatment. The situation is not so desperate now. although with the return of September’s rejuvenating atmosphere, we may expect an outbreak of the epidemic. Despite, however, the distinction that the first named disability enjoys in its primal position, still another fatal malady is caused by a germ which is active through all the year, but with greater virility does it perpetrate its formidable inroads on studentism in the spring months. The infecting germ is somewhat small but extremely active, and its versatility is shown in the symptoms that it produces. 1 his is called lassitudo inexcusa-bus.” It makes its appearance in some students within sixteen seconds of arrival at College and is due to a reaction that sets in after a liberation from agricultural pursuits. Other students are unaffected until March or April. A disposition of surgical portent manifests itself and these efforts are directed toward cutting unnecessary recitation attendance from the infected student’s daily task. At night there is a tendency toward indulgence in meteorological observations from nature rather than from texts and often the instructor is of the feminine gender. When the movies” are closed and when lucre is unattainable, the inoculated student reclines in a recumbent position, with his pedal extremities juxtaposed upon the mantlepiece, indulging in the perusal of the best seller, in defiance of a row of text-books. These are some of the most notable symptoms. Fortunately, the number of such cases is in the glorious minority, and it is the ignoring and scorning of such disability that most efficaciously cures the inoculated animal. While no prophecy can safely be advanced for the future of this germ, still we can hope for its complete extermination in this community and the methods for the disinfection that is necessary will be problematical for all eternity. Dr. A. Skyn Flynttf.. M. D.. Collegiate Physician. (E. M. Poteat. Jr.) Jokes and Rhymes Rat Robinson to Soph. Sample: “Say, Sample, do the Freshman have to pay for refreshments at the Junior-Senior reception? Junior Workman went in the cafe and ordered Saratoga chips. The waiter brought them in. Workman replied: “Pshaw. 1 never ordered Irish potatoes.” Rat Jones: rale, what is sponsor? Rat Tate: You fool, he‘s the one who excuses you from chapel. Senior Lee IN Philosophy: Dr., I don’t exactly understand accident—say for instance, now Dr., if I possessed the quality of goodness— Dr. Fletcher: Yes. Mr. Lee. that would be an accident. Rat Allen to Sr. Smith: Say. Smith, what is a good definition of a vacuum? SMITH: I don't know how to express it just now. but 1 have it up here.’ (pointing to his head). Prof. Vass in Soph. History: Who was Richard of York? Soph. Watt: I think Richard of York was a descendant of Edmund Mortimer, who died in infancy. Junior LoaDHOLT (in restaurant): Say. waiter, have you pickelcd pigs feet? Waiter: No. what do you think I am. an animal? Dr. Poteat in Ethics: W hy should we not use profane language? Now say something sensi- ble. Mr. Feaster. Greenville Merchant: How big an 'ad' would you advise for your Bonhomie. Mr. Milford? MlLFORD: Well, that depends upon the capacity of your store room. You probably can not accommodate more than ten or twelve thousand customers each day.’ Milford: Say. Greek, what's that bump doing on your head? Greek Miller: That's where a thought struck me. Sawyer: I threw a kiss to my lady the other day. Mach: What did she say? Sawyer: She said I should establish a delivery system. “In this old world the lime lo strike Is when the iron's hot. And you will find there's nothing like Being Johnny on the spot.''—Judge. Skinner. R. G.: Remember, son. that beauty is only skin deep.” ZlEct.ER: Well, Dick. I ain't no cannibal am I? Carson to G. F. C. Lady: Women are not necessary. Do you not think we Furman boys can get along without them? G. F. C. GlRl.: Probably, but it would be a case of slag-nation. A cop's range of knowledge is spacious. A ball player's blue and pugnacious; A conductor can cuss A stage driver is wuss. But as for a sailor—good gracious. —Judge. PROBLEM: If a camel can go seven days without water, how long can he go with water. (Pre- pared by Jimmie Loadholl.) Yes. ‘kiss' is a noun. explained Jack. I allow. But common or proper? Come answer me now. Too easy the question a second to slop her. Why. a kiss, replied Madge, is both common and proper. Prof. Daniel to Dr. Bradshaw: What's your idea of a hero? Dr. Bradshaw: Why a Mormon, of course. Soph. Adams: Did your watch slop when it hit the ice. Sally? SALLY: No! It sank to the bottom of the lake. Prof. Jackson: Mr. Askins. can you give me a sentence using the word 'income in it?' Rat ASKINS: After hesitating for a moment replied. “Yesser. At midnight the rats must open their doors and in come the Sophs. Magistrate to Cop who has Drake by the Collar: What was the prisoner doing? Cop: He was having a terrible argument with the hack driver, sir.” Magistrate: But that doesn't prove that he was drunk. Cop: “Yes sir. but there wasn't no hack driver there. Prof. Cox TO Barber: Barber, my hair is gelling ihin. The Barber: “Yes sir, which one? Kerry: My wife lalks. talks, talks all the lime. Wren: No, you are certainly wrong. She must listen part of the lime, or she and m wouldn't keep company so much. Mr. Cox, who has come upon Workman Stealing Chickens: Look here, didn t I tell you not to let me catch you in my hen roost again? Workman : All right, don’t make so much noise about it. You haven't caught me yet. Craig: What’s the matter with ’Boss.’ he acts crazy? Brown: A train of thought passed through his brain and wrecked it. Song of the Wanderer E. M. Poteat. Jr. Broke. Broke. Broke, Just as broke as a guy can be. And 1 would that my tongue could stutter The thoughts that arise in me. Oh well for the millionaire's boy As he rides in his auto all day Oh well for the cab-horse in luck -As he chews on his good oats and hay. And the hateful slips come on An overdraft, invoice, or bill. But oh for the touch of a vanished five Or the sound of a ten that is still. Broke. Broke. Broke. Not a coin in the bag. oh me! But the lender voice of the dollars I’ve spent Will never come back to me. College Songs and Yells COLLEGE ENNUI Now, fellows, (is a funny thing. 1 make no idle boast; If she or you had lost a ring. Which would have worried most? They say that life is made of ifs— I have no doubt tis true— And that we sail on pleasure skiffs Upon life's rippling blue. I do not know—how can I know? Tis true life is a sea.— And everywhere my boat may go You'll please to look for me. —Geo. W. Cox. a a a a a a If I could have my dearest wish fulfilled. Or take my choice of all earth's treasures too— Or choose from Heaven whatso'er I willed. I'd ask for Jiou. E. M. P.. Jr. To have is not to hold. I trow— This saying makes men bolder. A man may have a girl, you know. And never get to hold her. E. M. P., Jr. a a a A CHILD'S GARDEN OF VERSES-Sieve. A question gives me trouble. I banish it in vain— So tell me. what relationship Docs Aiken bear to Payne? Of animate objects depraved Poets, scientists, doctors have raved: But when crackers and eggs— More than that, pigs’ hind legs.— Run away—How’s your “rep to be saved! E. M. P.. Jr. TO THE TUNE OF RAILROAD RAG. Oh. Oh. lhal Football team Oh. Oh. that Football team Just see that Quarter Back Watch him going thro’ that line tho' Like he’s going to Chicago Hear that grandstand hum That squad is going some Here goes that 9—4—16— Hike— That’s the Football team —Some yell. TO THE TUNE OF WHEN I GET YOU ALONE TO-NIGHT. When we get you k playing ball We're going to make you squall We ll make you so 'shame You'll throw down your bat And to us you’ll pull off your hat For the way that we play the game It's enough to make you ashamed You will have to stop that bragging And you’ll have to take your ragging When we get you to playing ball. —Some yell. « «« TO TUNE OF THERE’S A DIXIE GIRL WHO’S LONGING FOR A YANKEE- DOODLE BOY.” There's a Furman boy who's longing For a pretty G. F. C. girl. There’s a Furman boy who’s longing Just to win this little pearl. Where the dear old Reedy’s flowing. Where the Furman bell is lolling. There's a Furman boy who's longing For a pretty G. F. C. girl. TO TUNE OF I WANT A GIRL JUST LIKE THE GIRL THAT MARRIED DEAR OLD DAD. I want some beef just like the beef that mother used to cook; It was not so lough as the sorry stuff Which is someone's old cow “Sook’’. The only way that we can get our fun Is using it for chewing gum— I want some beef just like the beef that mother used to cook. There’ a young man of urban renown If he saw yer—he Sawyer up town-For it's there Bill will stay From the dawn of the day Till the night’s sable curtains drop down. Daniel and Payne to the movies went. Even as you and I. On pleasure unbounded and vaudeville bent. And they didn't much care if they used their last cent. Tho’ their groceries were scarce, and they owed last month's rent— Even as you and I. So they went and enjoyed it immensely, they said. Even as you and I. Tho’ that night two professors went busted to bed; They had done the big white lights, and painted them red. And they're all the more human, that life to have led— Even as you and I. E. M. PoTEAT. Jr TO TUNE OF ALL ABOARD FOR ALABAM! When that Furman team begins to play baseball We'll be right there to get our share; When we see old Carson stationed in the box We know just what will follow and we'll hollow Furman----Furman---- We know he's got the steam To clean up any team And that's just what we mean When we play baseball We will be right there with bells When that crowded grand stand yells Furman boys, Furman boys Furman boys don't give a -- Yell— Niger niger hoe potato Half past aligator Milkshake griddlecake Sis Boom Ba Furman! Furman! Rah! Rah! Rah! Wearers of “F ' Under the rule of the Athletic Association • student wins his block F after he has participated in three full College games of baseball, basket-ball, or football. Also managers of Athletic teams, and those men who represent their college in finals in intercollegiate tennis tournaments. POTEAT. J. R. Carson. W. P. Feaster. W. L. Tinsley, C. H. Craic. W. M. Anderson, J. T. Chappell. L. N. Truluck, J. M. Simms, C. F. Sapoch. M. F. Sawyer. W. P. Owincs, J. E. Lee, R. G. Skinner, R. G. Furman Menu BREAKFAST Frog Flitters Roast Owl on Pumpkins Chicken Cracklins Scorched Sauce Hominy Black Boisterous Coffee Catfish Sausage Fat Foam Flutters Tea Tickles LUNCH Parched Pear Peelings Pounded Pig Pie Bamboozled Batter Cakes Detrimental Dates Painful Peanut Piddle Righteous Rice Molecular Molasses Baneful Butter DINNER Potential Potatoes Squashed Squibbles Sleepy Slipshod Sauce Payne-ful Prunes Daniel-ed Dates Jeopardous Juncket California Canned Croquette Languid Liquids Seniors’ Farewell S THE close of our work at Furman draws near a feeling of sadness comes over us. During the four years that we have been here the pleasures have far outnumbered the pains, and so with regret we look back over the course that we have run. Perhaps we have not made the best use of our opportunities, yet after all we are sure that our stay here has not been in vain. Certain things have been of special value to us. Among these arc associations with our professors, the influence of our matrons, our fellowship with the students, the kindness of our Greenville friends, and the trust of our sister colleges. We will always remember the patience with which our professors have labored with us. how they have lifted us when we have stumbled, and given us another chance. We will remember how kind and gentle were the matrons in our sickness, and how motherly and sympathetic they were to us in our troubles. We have labored with our fellow students, alw-ays with friendship, never with enmity. The homes of our Greenville friends have been open to us and in them we have always found welcome. Our sister colleges have ever trusted us and have stuck by us whenever they have had the opportunity. Can it be wondered then that we bid adieu to our college life with a touch of sadness? To the students who will return to Furman we leave a precious legacy. You have in your hands the fair name of our Alma Mater, and we wish you to hold it high as we have striven to do. You are in the golden year. Make the best use of it that you can. And now with a choking sensation in the throat and with a tear dimmed eye. we bid you all a fond farewell. if ? ' Furman University EDWIN M. POTEAT, D. D.. LL.D.. President. GREENVILLE. SOUTH CAROLINA. COURSES ARE OFFERED leading to the degrees of Bachelor of Science (B. S.), Bachelor of Arts (B. A.), and Master of Arts (M. A.). Beautiful campus, healthful climate, moderate expenses. Jas. C. Furman Hall of Science, costing, with equipment, $50,000. 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Leach Dental Surgeons GROCER OVER AMERICAN BANK 608 Pendleton Street Students Welcome. Phone 1817. GREENVILLE. . SOUTH CAROLINA. C. F. Lagerholm Co. Greenville Baking i Merchant Tailors Company | Now at 116 N. Main Street. j Bake the Best of Everything. 1 GREENVILLE. S. C. j Phone 314. 107 N. Main Street. I I I I I I I • I ! I • I I • I PALMETTO PHARMACY The New Drug Store in West End. Good Fountain Fine Stationery Agents for Daggett's Candies. Students’ Patronage Solicited. Corner Pendleton and River Streets. MAHON-TINDAL COMPANY TAILORS And Furnishers to Students. GREENVILLE. - . SOUTH CAROLINA Have Your Spring Suits ; and Extra Trousers j —MADE BY— ; Greenville Tailoring j Company j The Latest Novelties. ! I i Remember, Boys, to Get The Best, go to Masonic Temple Barber Shop J. E. McKINNEY, Proprietor. First Floor. Room 106. The West End Supply Company THE LARGEST WOOD and COAL Dealers in the City Near College Place. PHONE 61. Your Personal Appearance Depends Largely on Your Clothes. Buy your wants from us and you will always be well dressed. L. ROTHSCHILD Clothing and Men’s Furnishings. Merchant Tailoring a Specialty. IMPORTANT! THE importance of a satisfactory banking connection to a business success can hardly be overestimated. The young man preparing to enter business should consider this point well and should affiliate with a bank which is most likely to give him a helping hand. We refer you to our customers. The Fourth National Bank, W. C. CLEVELAND. President Ben Cleveland. W. C. Cochran. H. T. Mills. J. J. McSwain. J. Adger Smyth. Jr.. J. E. Sirrinc. OF GREENVILLE. S. C. OFFICERS: A. I.. MILLS. Vick-Fresu'Ent an� Casmioc DIRECTORS O. P. Earle. J. F. Gallivan. Oscar Hodges. A. K. Park. Lewis W. Parker L. O. Patterson. J. I. Westervelt. W. C. Cleveland. A. L. Mills. ♦ | EASTMAN | Poughkeepsie, New York Prepares young Men and Women j for positions of trust and responsi- bility, and assists them to I PAYING POSITIONS ! Comprehensive courses of study. ! I Liberal policy. Faculty of specialists. ; Strong lecture course. Ideal location. ! Excellent record of 48 years. More than j t 47,000 alumni. : ! Prospectus and calendar may be had upon application. ! | Address, ; I CLEMENT C. GAINES. M. A., B. L. j ! President I POUGHKEEPSIE, NEW YORK The Germania Life Insurance Company OF NEW YORK ESTABLISHED 1860 UNDER THE LAWS OF THE STATE OK NEW YORK. Assets, January 1, 1913........................$48,205,861 Liabilities.................................... 41,705,528 Surplus and Dividend Funds..................... $6,500,333 New Insurance, 1912.........................$ 18,048,969 Insurance in Force............................ 138,615,233 Gain in 1912 ................................... 6,892,973 (ON PAID-FOR-BASIS Address JAS. L. BROWN, Manager No. 504 Wallace Building GREENVILLE, S. C. J. R. JENKINSON ! Chicora College Dealer in all Kinds of FRESH MEATS, FISH and OYSTERS. TERMS CASH. PHONE 120. 219 South Main Street. w. L. CASSAWAY. P� .� , W. R. MILFORD. Ce«hier M. D. EARLE. Vic.-Pre,. W. R. CELY.A„t.Ca,hier AMERICAN BANK CREENVILLE. SOUTH CAROLINA. General Banking Business We Solicit Your Business. Large or Small. DIRECTORS: S. L. Me Bee. B. F. Martin. W. L. Gtitm,, B. E. Ceer, L. H. Stringer. M. D. Eerie. Dr. David S. Furman, J. N. WatVin,. R. C. Caine . And Conservatory of Music, Art, Elocution and Business. A Christian Home School. Terms Low for Special Advantage,. A High Standard. For Catalogue write to S. C. BYRD, D.D., President GREENVILLE. S. C. J. M. CONNOR Fine Retailoring. GREENVILLE. S. C. Room 6. Mauldin Building. REPRESENTS: BROWNING. KING COMPANY. COOPER SQUARE. NEW YORK. Piedmont Shoe Company 117 SOUTH MAIN STREET Where The Big Shoe Hangs Out. ’ GREENVILLE. - - - SOUTH CAROLINA. CREDITS. To Prolessor R. N. Daniel, the Bonhomie Officers are indebted lor patient and kind assistance in editing the Annual. The editors are greatly indebted to Miss Margaret Nickels lor the beautiful colored drawing. To our Art Editor. Mr. Stall, we wish to extend our heartfelt thanks lor his untiring labor, and active interest. We wish also to extend thanks to Mr. R. G. Skinner lor the beau-tilul kodak pictures which he so kindly furnished us. We are also indebted to Miss Frances Coffee (or her kindness in lending us her most precious annual. Irom which we obtained many helpful suggestions. Messrs. G. W. Cox and E. M. Poteat are also extended thanks lor their cheerful help in lurnishing us manuscripts. We could not have done without them. Lastly, the stall desires to extend thanks to the many students who so kindly interrupted us in many ways. Not only did you retard the work on the Annual, but you caused us to use up many prolane words which were in our system. ANNUAL STAFF.