Furman University - Bonhomie Yearbook (Greenville, SC)

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Senior Class OFFICERS C. S. Sullivan .... O. C. SCARBOROUGH . A. A. Foremax J. A. Easley .... W. R. I.oadholt . ( . (). Milford .... Miss Annie Mai di: Wii.bi'h President Vice-President . Secretary . . Historian . . . . Poet . . Prophet . . Sponsor MEMBERS Aiken, J. B. Anderson, J. T. Carter, W. W. Chappell, L. N. Childress, J. P. Ckaix. E. B. Easley. J. A. Loadiioi.t. W. R. Mileohd, C. O. Miller. J. B. Mitchell. F. W. Owincs. J. E. Sapoch, M. F. SCARBORorc.il, (). C. Foreman, A. A. Forman, A. G. Gardner. E. E. Hammond. II. Holley, H. E. Irby. G. W. Jackson, J. E. Simpson, J. II Skinner. A. C. Skinner, R. G. Steedi.ey, II. F. Scluvax, C. S. Thui.uck, J. M. Walker, J. I,. Zeigler. W. V.

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tin- luckless wight who loitered behind, or failed to cover the proper amount of the road! Besides all this there was a band in the mountain who having preceded vours had reached the Sophomoric Heights, and had grown dizzy from their elevation. It was their insane delight to hurl down upon you various heavy burdens which they had found the year before, and had borne up the mountain until they reached the aforesaid elevation. Strange to say. these burdens are picked up every year by some new band, borne a little way up the mountain, and then hurled hack upon those below. who in turn pick them tip. hear them a short distance, and again hurl tlu-m down on some new band. One of these burdens was a peculiarly irritating epithet which designated the person at whom it was hurled as a much hated rodent that used to infest our fathers' corn-cribs in great numbers. Two other hands, whose members possessed adorable faces and musical voices, were climbing the mountain by neighboring trails, each under the leadership of a guide like yours. Sometimes for a short hut happy period, your trail lay contiguous to that of one or the other of these hands, yet even here was trouble; and if you will hut pause to do so. you may he. even now. able to recall the name of some promising climber, who, gazing on. and dreaming of those other hands, neglected his guidebook, failed to trace his course, and as a consequence went over some fatal precipice. Thus you climbed. There were one, two. three pauses on vaeational ledges to rest then you began the last climb and the summit came into view at last! But lo! far In-fore you lie other and even loftier heights of wisdom, for the quest of knowledge is one that has no end. Now the road diverges into many paths, one of which you must tread, your school the world, your books the lives of those about you. Bidding the kind guides and your associates farewell, you turn vour face to the future. Other Septembers shall adorn the earth with gold and silver flowers and turn loose dozens of fleecy clouds within the intense depths of its blue,— yes. its blue, its infinite depths of azure, reminding one of that sapphirinc glory whose beauty at Sinai bespoke to Moses and Aaron the presence of the Internal: other bands shall climb upward from the Vorschulc roads, but for you the climb is over. Yet there lingers in your heart just a gentle touch of regret. A. L. Pickkxs.

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