Furman University - Bonhomie Yearbook (Greenville, SC)

Page 8 text:

Dining Room

Page 7 text:

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.................................

Page 9 text:

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.